When he first fused with the wraith in the sword, he thought that his soul was already complete and he didn't have to chase the wraith's desires, but he didn't expect that he would never be able to truly merge with the wraith, and that extremely discordant feeling still existed.

The Wraith in the sword is extremely negative and incompatible with this transformation process.

These evil mouths continue to erode the body, and you can feel the coexistence of strength and weakness, and this contradiction seems to exist forever.

If you don't hesitate to solve it, you may really die.

The itch was almost unbearable, and Qing Han looked at the whirlpool of flesh and blood.

It's cold and hazy.

Polishing the eyes that have been dusty for thousands of years, and through the appearance wrapped in them, you can see what is hidden inside.

An object descended from the sky, penetrated by the pillar of the eyebrows, and slowly slid down.

It seems to be as thin as a cicada's wings.

Sometimes it is bent by the wind, and it sinks into the vortex and hides.

Glows brightly.

Permanent.

Get a little closer, and you can see it more clearly.

It looks like a moon but not a moon, the surrounding area is blue, and the center is dark.

Because it does not belong here, it is rashly hung in the sky, and there is nowhere to hide, and it is penetrated by the pillar of heaven, and the moonlight flows with it.

The shadow is cloudy, and half of the body is looming.

It was empty behind him, and at this time, a phantom moon floated.

Blowing softly backwards, the surface of the moon is like water, gradually wrinkling and shining.

The sparkling reflection on the side of the face gradually blurred.

If it weren't for Qing Han's somewhat weird state at the moment, maybe he really looked like a three-point god.

Twisting his stiff neck, the bone knot gurgle, Qing Han's eyes flashed, and he immediately removed the accompanying heads on both sides.

If you don't seal the bowl, the mouth of the mouth bursts into blood.

These two wills, which had long been abandoned by Qing Han, finally woke up from nothingness again, and faced the danger of being abandoned again, so they naturally didn't want to bear the taste of being in chaos anymore.

That feeling of not feeling is a thousand times more painful than death!

The will is born silent.

tried to close the rotten teeth and black mouth, but the python couldn't make a yin boo. The head of the Buddha calmly closes his eyes and reiterates the scriptures with his flesh-stained, turned lips.

They had long lost the meaning and value of their existence, and Qing Han could not bear any interference from external will, so he stomped on them fiercely.

Four small balls ejected.

Two round pupils and two vertical pupils.

Qing Han flew up.

Kick to the edge of the sky.

Finger flick two balls of purple electricity, wrapped in flames.

Chase.

Trapped.

Burn.

Ashes.

Qing Han turned his stiff neck, stroking the thousands of black lips that were constantly sucking blood and cheering, the confusion and realization in his eyes flashed, and then he smiled like a parent teasing a young child.

"I think you're going to love it......."

Catching the blood bursting out of his shoulders, Qing Han smiled slightly, his hands were full of handfuls of blood, and he fed and fed them one by one.

"Don't worry. ”

"Don't rob either. ”

"Give you as much as you want. ”

......

Some of them have been waiting here for hundreds of years, some for thousands of years, and even a few of them have somehow crossed the barrier of the unknown realm and came here.

Finally, when the creditor himself voted, he wished that he would spurt blood endlessly from now on.

Yes, as Qinghan said, they like it.

Compared with the cold blood, any fine wine loses its mellow aroma.

The boundary moon ring flickered slightly.

Throw down the cold water and weave a ribbon with a hundred drops, stirring up a wave of thousands of layers to make a roll.

Lonely shadow under the moon.

"The sky collapses and the ...... of Yue"

Cold and gentle coexist, laughter and strange voices fluctuate, thousands of corners of the lips drool black saliva flowed, Qing Han held the pillar of the eyebrows, and one finger collapsed to hide the moon and the sky.

The flesh and blood in the body contracted and expanded with this finger, and then left the body, pouring into the sky and moon along the center of the eyebrows.

The cold water moon wheel, the body is bathed in ink.

The flesh swirls cracked more, and the eight demons swung their wings vigorously.

Shuttle.

It's too late to tinker.

Even the pillar of flesh and blood changed color, and the shadow followed the pillar to connect the center of the eyebrows.

Tools that connect to observe the world.

His eyes became dirty, and his white hair turned red from the ends.

The body disperses turbidity and coldness, stirring the heavens and the earth.

The moon shadow behind him was cold.

Like blood-red hair dancing wildly.

Qing Han laughed with his lips at the same time.

"Evil Fall!"

The Dark Moon Wheel shattered.

Soft ink retains in the sky.

Dripping sticks to the ignorant sky.

Pull down the nine cold water curtains.

The phantom moon gradually becomes covered in shadows.

Gradually.

It was pitch black.

Drop a little ink.

Zizi ......

Seems corrosive.

The drop point is concave and there are small holes everywhere.

Extremely powerful.

The Flesh Vortex followed.

There was a bang, and the debris was scattered all over the sky, sweeping away.

Revealing its inner vision.

The nine large ropes that transformed into half of the black dragon's body were not the illusionary ropes of the vain sword binding that I had seen before, but the real vain life locks.

The end is deep into the black hole, which seems to come from outside the sky.

The rope chain is wound and swaying, and it is wound and bound to a living creature.

It's not in the form of a beast.

Look at this humanoid curve.

The chest is full and round, the waist is soft and slender, the buttocks are round and upturned, and the legs are straight and slender.

It should be a woman.

After the death of the Eight Heavenly Demons, she degenerated, falling from the realm of the Demon Lord to the realm of generals, and this woman not only did not fall into the realm, but instead controlled all the dead spirits here, and her skills were slightly improved.

But this kind of rotten thing, Qing Han doesn't care much about it.

What he was really interested in was the way the spirits of the other world came to this place.

Rao is when Jiang Han was in the middle of the day, and it took immeasurable effort to find a way to break through the barriers. If you want to carry a person to break through the boundary, you must also break that person's soul, otherwise there is no way to do such a thing against the sky.

Looking at the woman's appearance carefully, Qing Han tore off the Mo Yue behind him, felt the mysterious power that penetrated her body and soul, and said lightly, "Ji Ying...... It doesn't matter if you take on her face, it's useless to me. ”

The woman who was bound was in good shape, and she looked quite beautiful when she looked closely, with a tight red dress dragging, ragged and torn, and her skin was pale pink. One head is like blood-red hair, and two strands are hanging from the lip strings. The flowers and branches are swinging and disturbing the spring pool, and the willow leaves are falling and the autumn water is falling.

These eyes will speak love words and flirt with a thousand affectionate objects.

The dragon head of the Nine Suo Transformation was gnawing at her body, not devouring it with the intention of killing with one blow, but baring its fangs and carefully tearing open the flesh and biting her small and sensitive fragile bones, but the person's body was in a state of constant recovery.

Jiang Han's actions far exceeded the laws of the Demon Dao, even for ordinary enemies, he had to torture them to the extreme, it stands to reason that there should be a deep hatred between the two, and they really shouldn't be punished lightly like this.

The surroundings vibrate suddenly, intermittently and regularly.

Qing Han's brows furrowed.

The sound of jets, the sizzling of letters.

Qing Han's head was full of eight corners in the sky, and the eight heavenly demons stood in the sky, and the turbidity current in his mouth erupted out.

When the sound fills the ears, the taste changes vaguely.

As if hallucinating.

Trapped in the Demon Palace, a thousand Buddhas are angry, and the hall is full of monks.

Qinghan's pupils shrunk.

Kill the Ten Thousand Throats!

Without thinking, bite off the corner of Moyue.

ripped off the rotten skin bag on his body, and gave up a body of red muscles and purple internal organs, revealing a black skeleton quenched with rotten poison.

At the same time, the opponent's offensive came suddenly.

Eight black devil mudras!

The five fingers are combined as one, swallowing ignorance and nearing the spiritual rhyme.

Expand mega-fold.

Conquer the heavens and the Jedi, create with one palm!!

The meaning is self-explanatory.

As long as Qing Han, who has lost the power of life, is slapped to death with one palm, the circle encircled by this cold water spring curtain will definitely collapse by itself.