A chop.

Hoarse, low, but powerful.

The tomb ghost felt a chill in the back of his head, his whole body was cold, and he felt that the blood in his entire body was about to congagulate.

It was shocked in its heart, it had never thought that Ning Shu would be able to use a sword in such a dying situation, and the murderous aura of this sword was unprecedentedly heavy.

The appearance of a sword was reflected in its eyes, the ordinary long sword slashed down from the back of the tomb ghost's head, and the roar resounded through the mountains and forests, and a cloud of green smoke rushed out from the tomb ghost's thin flesh Tianling Gai, the smoke had no hands and feet, and in the middle there was a pair of disgusting blood-red eyes, with resentment in the eyes, which looked extremely weird.

The long sword slashed at the body of the tomb ghost, embedded it deeply, and smashed it to the ground with the flesh with the momentum of splitting mountains and slashing mountains, like a meteor falling from the night sky.

The murderous aura destroyed the entire body in an instant, and all the bones and veins were hinged into a puddle of mud.

The body that had been cut off by the sword did not move again, and the sword did not fly again, and the two died together as if they had been burned.

The green smoke in the air was full of murderous intent, and the corpse that fell down was the remains of the peerless master in the tomb to which it was attached, and it was also the foundation of its cultivation, and the green smoke in the air was its body.

It had to do this, because if it continued to store in that corpse, the murderous aura would only be cut off along with its body, and it could be regarded as decisive, directly discarding the foundation on which it depended, but in this way, the cultivation results of the past long years had already turned into smoke.

That murderous aura was unheard of, and the tomb ghost was sure that even in the immeasurable hundred thousand mountains, it was difficult to find a sword intent with such a murderous aura, and it didn't know how Ning Shu cultivated such a sword intent, but as a demon spirit, its sensory acuity was even more different from that of ordinary monks, and the murderous aura brought by that sword made it tremble in its heart, and it felt fear from instinct.

This fear made it make a helpless move like a strong man's broken arm.

The tomb ghost lost its body and floated in the air like a ghost, flashing with green light, staring at Ning Shu in front of him viciously.

It has lost a body for cultivation, if it wants to restore its original cultivation and continue to cultivate, then finding a new body is the top priority, and Ning Shu in front of him is undoubtedly the best choice, can resist his own attack with his body alone, obviously he has cultivated some kind of secret method of body training, coupled with the Supreme Heart Sutra of the Demon Clan, this body can be called perfect.

Ning Shu was sitting on the tree at the moment, his face was still gray, it was obvious that the long nail earlier had seriously injured him, his two swords were not by his side, the fifty strings were inserted into the ground not far away, and the ordinary long sword was difficult to pull out on the corpse for a while.

When a person is weak, it is the time when it is easiest to invade.

The tomb ghost kept an eye on it, the previous loss was too tragic, and there might be variables if he rashly acted this time.

It stared at Ning Shu closely, reviewing the battle process along the way, and analyzed all the means used by Ning Shu, and even the rhythm and strength of each attack......

In the end, it came to a conclusion that Ning Shu had exhausted the hole cards in his hand, and the sword that slashed at its flesh was Ning Shu's desperate fight.

The tomb ghost looked at the two swords scattered on the ground in the distance, and then at the young man in front of him with a weak breath, and was sure that his judgment was not wrong.

However, a young man who has cultivated in the Divine Mind Realm, even if he has a great opportunity to obtain the supreme inheritance, he has definitely been exhausted after fighting so far, and even his two smart swords have left his hand, not to mention how to attack without a sword in the hand of the sword cultivator, looking at this, he doesn't even have the intention to continue the sword.

It saw despair in Ning Shu's gloomy eyes.

The green smoke of the grave ghost burned in the air, and it didn't make a move, it knew that it had been cornered, and the best way to get out of it was right in front of it.

But it was still a little hesitant, because the young man's methods were too mysterious, and the hole cards in his hand were one after another, even if he seemed to have exhausted his means at this moment, and he didn't even have a sword by his side, the tomb ghost was still very jealous.

In case of...... He has a third sword?

At present, there was silence in the forest, the sound of sacrifice had stopped for some time, the young man was lying with his neck crooked, his breath was weak, like a gossamer, and the green smoke in front of him was imposing, extremely strange.

"Impossible, I haven't heard of a sword cultivator going out to bring three swords, sword cultivation with a physical sword is rare, now most of them are swords with French intentions, it is rare to be able to bring a physical sword, two is a special case, if there is a third one, why didn't he use it earlier? Wouldn't it be better if he had killed it when he got out before?"

"That's right, that's it, he's not going to do it anymore!"

As if in response to the tomb ghost's speculation, black blood oozed from the corners of Ning Shu's mouth, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

The doubts on the face of the tomb ghost gradually turned into joy, because it had to hurry up and end this battle, the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be, the Divine Dynasty would not give it too much time, and as soon as it was dark, it had to leave here.

Only to see a green phantom floating in mid-air approaching the boy leaning under the tree, driven by time and greed, the tomb ghost is finally ready to completely solve the Terran boy who has caused it so many troubles.

This special demon spirit abandoned his originally weak body, cultivated the method of spiritual body, and constantly looked for a suitable body for himself to stay and cultivate.

But today, it can not only harvest the incomparably strong body of a human youth, but also possess the legendary Demon Clan's Supreme Heart Sutra.

The tomb ghost suddenly felt that the rotten corpse of the master who was destroyed by the murderous aura in the sword was not so important, and if he didn't want to put the young and energetic body in front of him, it was simply destroying the heavens.

It couldn't wait to get into the corpse in front of it, and it even thought about what it was going to do after taking control of it.

When he becomes the master, he will be a human race, and those cities of the God Dynasty will let him go, those plump human women, those treasures hidden in the mountains, and those supreme positions of power.

After he became the master, he cultivated the Supreme Heart Sutra of the Demon Clan, completely fused this young body, and there was no need to look for other bodies in the future.

After he becomes the master, in the 100,000 immeasurable mountains, occupy a demon city, be the demon king of that side, and then enter the immeasurable palace to study, what prince, what demon master, what demon god, are all under him, until he becomes the demon emperor, breaks the law of heaven and earth, soars to nine heavens, and enjoys the immortality of heaven and earth......

There were so many thoughts in the tomb ghost's mind that the whole green smoke was a little distorted, and bursts of eerie laughter continued to echo in the silent mountain forest, like an old owl in the mountains, and like some kind of insane madman.

It approached the boy under the tree step by step, the miserable green spirit reflected on Ning Shu's dead gray face was particularly terrifying, after going through a lot of twists and turns, it was finally going to succeed, how could this not make people happy?

A wisp of smoke like an arm peeked out of the miserable green cloud, gently caressing the young man's cheek, feeling the touch of his hand, and the original feeling of being thin and rotten was so disgusting to him.

At the moment, it is like a wriggling worm, greedily swinging its body on the tender green branches and leaves.

The green tentacles brushed the corners of the boy's eyes, eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his chin......

The tomb ghost was ecstatic, and in his joy, he felt that the young man in front of him was also smiling.

It's not an illusion, it's that Ning Shu is really laughing.

The corners of Ning Shu's mouth, which was leaning against the tree, rose slightly, and under the embellishment of red and black blood stains, a graceful arc was raised.

When the tomb ghost saw this, his heart was broken, and he retreated like crazy, using all the cultivation that could be used, and it retreated fast enough...... But a milky air flow is faster.

At the same time as the corners of Ning Shu's mouth were raised, the milky white air flow shot out from the center of his eyebrows, and under a closer look, it took on the shape of a small sword, which was the Haoran sword intent that Ning Shu had spent two months condensing on the second floor of the Taifu Tianya Temple.

It was his third sword.

Although it is only a sword intent, Haoran righteousness is the nemesis of all evil demons.

Under the milky white airflow, the body of the tomb ghost trembled violently, and the short sword pierced the middle of the two red eyeballs in the miserable green smoke, like dry wood burned by flames, and the sound of crackling replaced the previous eerie laughter, which was accompanied by wailing.

The whole miserable green cloud mist began to boil after coming into contact with the Haoran Sword, and the condensed and thick feeling made the cloud fog lower and lower, until it fell from mid-air to the ground, and the scarlet eyes of the tomb ghost looked at the young man under the tree incredulously, but he couldn't say a word, because everything in its body was burned by Haoran Qi in that instant......

"You're too greedy. ”

Ning Shu stood up with difficulty, looked at the ball of fly ash on the ground, and said hoarsely, when he finished speaking, he began to gasp violently, and his mouth kept vomiting black blood.

Although everything was planned by Ning Shu a long time ago, the previous two swords were a cover to make the tomb ghost relax his vigilance, so he used the concealment method to the extreme, but he still underestimated the power of the black nail, the black nail that shot into his heart was attached to the evil qi that filled his body, fortunately, there was an earthy yellow mist that Chengtian imitated to protect his heart, otherwise, all the means after that would not be able to be used, but even if there was a secret method of refining the body that Chengtian imitated, his veins were still raging and destroying by evil qi.

Ning Shu looked at the sword in the distance, at this time he no longer had the strength to recall it, so he had to hold on to the tree and move it over at a very slow speed.

The mountains and forests were so silent, the field was in shambles, broken vines, mutilated tombs, animal corpses, and long swords stuck in haphazard...... and a bloodied teenager.