The platform of life and death is located in a mountain col in the Xuanling Domain, the site is hundreds of zhang wide and long, surrounded by towering stone mountains, very spectacular.

I heard that someone went to the stage of life and death, and there were many people who came here for a while, all of them watched from the top of the surrounding mountains.

Wu Chen and the others came here and looked at the blood-red huge stone platform below, all surprised. This life and death platform seems to be dyed red with blood, presumably the Xuanling Hall has reformed it in order to enhance the blood of its disciples!

Ruoxi nervously grabbed Wu Chen's arm, his body trembled slightly, and after retracting his gaze, he looked at his ordinary side face and muttered: "Childe, if we don't go, okay!"

"Hmph, it's okay if you don't go on stage, you have to come with me!" Without waiting for Wu Chen to reply, Hao Changkong crossed his arms and looked at Ruoxi with a wicked smile on the side, his eyes stopped on her proud twin peaks, lingering.

Gently patted Ruoxi's little hand and comforted her a little, Wu Chen flew away and landed steadily on the blood platform. The strong smell of blood came, and he couldn't help frowning, this was really a stone platform stained red with blood.

After coming back to his senses, he looked up at Hao Changkong in the distance, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he drank lightly: "Fight!"

Seeing him so eager to die, Hao Changkong turned into an afterimage, suspended in mid-air, staring at Wu Chen on the stage and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you retreat from stage fright after taking the stage, you will be killed on the spot by the Xuanling Protector!"

Sideways looked at the four white-clothed old men sitting on the top of the mountain with their eyes closed, their bodies exuded the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, presumably this is the Xuanling Protector that Hao Changkong said!

Stepping lightly on the blood platform, Wu Chen floated up. Looking at Hao Changkong, his eyes were full of killing intent, there were no polite words, and his whole body was running with spiritual power. Teng, black smoke rose from his body, as if enchanted. It's the result of the bones being separated from the fire, and it looks very weird.

At the moment when Wu Chen released his spiritual power, those Xuan Ling Protectors opened their eyes slightly, looked at the black smoke on his body, frowned, and then continued to close their eyes.

"Whistle in the flowers!" Hao Changkong was stunned and drank lightly, with a light move with one hand, a long sword appeared in his hand, staring at Wu Chen and sneering: "Remember, the one who killed you, the Xuanling Dark Temple Sword Xiu Hao Changkong!"

After speaking, the spiritual power of the whole body poured into the long sword, and with a swing, the sword light behind him flashed, densely like a white meteor. In the end, the Dao Dao sword merged and turned into a huge sword shadow, sweeping towards Wu Chen like a wave.

Staring at the white sword rays sweeping by, Wu Chen dared not to be careless, and with a flick of one hand, hundreds of black sword shadows swirled around his body, wrapping his body. Looking closely, those black sword shadows were all jade, which made Hao Changkong couldn't help but be surprised.

The white sword slammed into the black shadow sword cage, and in an instant, the waves of qi spread everywhere, setting off gusts of wind. Even the monks who were far away on the mountain were blown by the wind, and their long hair fluttered.

The sword slammed in, Wu Chen's eyes were full of horror, and there was a ruthless sword intent in the sword in the sky. His own jade, under the impact of the sword, clicked and shattered.

When the sword cage of the hundred weapons was shattered, Wu Chen used the car calligraphy technique, narrowly avoided the sword and appeared on the other side, but his sleeve was also broken.

The sword pierced the air, crashing into the opposite mountain, and the stone wall burst open, leaving a long and deep sword mark.

On the top of the mountain, there are more and more people watching at this moment, and they occupy the top of the mountain densely, all of them sighing at the strength of Hao Changsky.

Zhili and Hua Haitang were also shocked when they saw this scene, and they were secretly worried about Wu Chen.

"What should I do, husband, Wu Chen, he is obviously not the opponent of this Hao Changkong!" staring at the battlefield, Zhili was full of anxiety, and pulled the sleeve of the flower begonia.

Without time to correct her title, Hua Haitang's face was melancholy, and she muttered: "It would be nice if his body in the ancient space was here, and now we haven't stopped it, otherwise we will be killed by those Dharma protectors!" Looking up at the four old men with closed eyes, he couldn't help but be afraid, "This life and death platform, Wu Chen really shouldn't have agreed!"

"Hey, this Hao Changkong is so powerful, I heard that he is in addition to the Holy Son, the top ten disciples of the Xuan Ling, and it really deserves his reputation, it seems that you have to be careful in the future, don't offend him. ”

Someone around muttered, "And it is rumored that he is also the descendant of the Elder of the Dark Temple." ”

"Shhh

Ruoxi clutched the corners of her pale green clothes tightly with both hands, and looked at Wu Chen above the life and death blood platform in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel annoyed. If it weren't for the fact that he picked up the hosta, he wouldn't have let Hao Changkong have a chance to take advantage of it, causing the son to go to the blood platform.

In mid-air, Wu Chen stared at Hao Changkong, whose hair was flying and his eyes were ruthless, suddenly surprised, he wouldn't be in a situation!

Sword cultivation, can enter the sword intent, after being in that state, the strength skyrockets, and the sword intent of the slightest sense arises. In fact, as long as the monks comprehend the sword intent, they can also be called sword cultivation.

Hao Changkong was speechless, in his eyes, Wu Chen was a dead man. The long sword in his hand swept, and another wave of sword light rolled towards him.

Looking at the breezy and cloudy Hao Changsky, Wu Chen was full of unhappiness, but he couldn't go head-to-head with him. The spiritual power of his whole body surged, and he raised his hand and pressed it, and a huge black finger appeared, crashing into the sword tide.

Without looking at the results, Wu Chen's calligraphy was light, and he disappeared in place in an instant, appearing on the side of Hao Changkong. Raising his hand and pointing at it, more than 100 mortal artifacts and dozens of jade artifacts in the storage ring turned into streamers, like meteors crossing and rushing towards Hao Changkong.

These weapons all contain telekinesis, and they just want to be unprepared and attack their souls.

However, Hao Changkong reacted sensitively, staring sideways at the Baidao device, the corners of his mouth hooked up with disdain, and the rolling spiritual power was injected into the long sword in his hand and thrown towards Wu Chen violently.

The sword swirled in the air, and the Dao sword rays drilled out of it, condensed into each other and turned into a huge white lion, swallowing more than 100 mortal weapons in one bite.

In an instant, Wu Chen's soul suffered a heavy blow, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, falling straight to the ground, and smashing on the blood-red platform of life and death.

"Childe!"

Ruoxi had tears in his eyes, and he was about to run to Wu Chen, but he was pulled by Zhili and shouted: "Ruoxi, don't be impulsive, it's useless for you to go, now you have to rely on himself!"

Seeing this, Zhili and Hua Haitang were full of sadness, Hu Ji'er didn't have much time, and Wu Chen was about to die again. Secretly sighing that the sky is unfair, he is too ruthless to this pair of hard-working mandarin ducks!

Smashed on the stone platform, Wu Chen only felt that his bones were broken and his internal organs were damaged. Gritted his teeth and raised his head, staring at Hao Changkong, who had no one in his eyes, and roared up to the sky.

Seeing that Wu Chen was not dead, Hao Changkong couldn't help but be furious, pinched his fingers with both hands, and the sword in the distance flew with an afterimage, swirling beside him. Finally, he clasped his hands together and slashed at Wu Chen below.

In an instant, the sword on the sword rose into the sky, as if tearing through the space, and slashed downward.

The white sword light covered everyone's eyes, and Zhili hugged her tightly regardless of Ruoxi's struggle. Listening to the choked voice of the person in his arms, his heart was worried.

Just when everyone thought that Wu Chen was going to die, a dragon chant came from below, causing the four protectors to open their eyes and be dumbfounded, "This, the earth-level spiritual technique!"

A dragon shrouded in black smoke rose into the sky, its eyes scarlet, and it could pierce the black smoke. The claws are like sharp blades, seemingly indestructible. Without hesitation, he bit towards Hao Changkong.

The black dragon made by the deputy, naturally has the vast qi and blood without a real body, and it is much weaker. But at the moment, it is also extremely shocking to watch.

Seeing this, the first protector frowned and was about to get up, but when he saw Hao Changkong's movements, he was suddenly surprised, and then sat down, "Entry, even if it is only a half-sense entry, you can kill this person!"

When the black dragon soared into the sky, Hao Changkong was a little frightened, but in the dark, he seemed to have realized something, his eyes became completely white, and the ruthless meaning hit people's hearts.

Staring at the black dragon, Hao Changkong slowly raised his hand, and the long sword flew from below and landed in his hand. The sword trembled and seemed to be extremely excited, and the intent of ruthlessness in the whole body was even stronger.

Hao Changkong held the long sword in his hand, and came to the side of the black dragon in a flicker, his eyes were white, and he muttered: "Now, I, Hao Changkong, slay the dragon with ruthless sword intent, and boost the power of my Xuanling!"

Between swinging the sword, the sword glowed mercilessly, the black dragon scales shattered, and neat and long wounds appeared on the body, and blood sprayed and dripped.

The dragon roared in pain, the dragon's body rolled, and the dragon's claws pierced the space with black smoke and grabbed Hao Changkong.

But I saw that Na Hao's figure flashed in the sky, constantly swimming around the huge black dragon, and each sword carried a blood flower. In an instant, the blood rain poured down, dripping on the blood-red stone platform below.

It didn't take long for the black dragon's eyes to lose all the brilliance, and at this moment, Hao Changkong floated above its head, and his eyes ruthlessly shouted: "It's over!"

Swing the sword and slash down, and the sword is like a rainbow.

A huge bloody mouth appeared on the dragon's head, and with a wail, it fell to the ground and smashed on the platform of life and death.

The strange thing is that this life and death platform is made of unknown materials, and it is not broken, but absorbs the blood of the black dragon, and it becomes more and more demonic in an instant.

In mid-air, Hao Changkong stepped on the sword with both hands on his back, and the white light in his eyes was gone, staring down and grinning lightly.

"Childe!" Ruoxi saw this, fainted and fell into Zhili's arms after drinking.

On the blood-red stage of life and death, Wu Chen's original body appeared, his whole body was scarred, his blood was stained, and he was a bloody man who had peeled his skin.

"Wu Chen, Ji'er, she let you live well, you can't die!" Hua Haitang stared at the seemingly dead figure below and shouted loudly, but the person on the stage didn't move, as if dead.

On the blood platform, the bloody aura came, and Wu Chen's muddy soul seemed to hear Hua Haitang's shout, and gradually woke up, "Yes, I haven't found Ji'er yet!"

Just as Hao Changkong was about to leave, Wu Chen's fingers moved slightly, causing him to stop, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked down suspiciously.

On the blood-colored stage of life and death, Wu Chen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were all red, and the bloody aura emanating from the stage kept blending into his eyes.

"What is killing, there is anger in the heart, let not fear the enemies of the world. Only killing can relieve the anger in my heart!"

I saw Wu Chen's body slowly floating, his whole body was bloody, staring at Hao Changkong fiercely, so it was not scary.

There was a soft sound, and a long knife appeared in his hand, making a cheerful sound.

Seeing Wu Chen stand up, everyone was stunned, especially those Dharma protectors, who also stood up straight, looking at this scene incredibly: "Entered, he actually entered the country, this son has such a strong sense ......of perception?"

Seeing this, Hao Changkong was slightly stunned and then snorted coldly, his eyes were white again, and he stared at the red-eyed man opposite him mercilessly, ready to move.

At this moment, in Wu Chen's eyes, there is only killing, nothing else!