Stripped of resistance, the greatsword was close at hand.

Hundreds of small mouths around him opened and bit all over Qing Han's body, and then his lips squirmed, and his tongue stretched out from his black teeth, wrapping Qing Han's neck several times, and finally his tongue suddenly tightened at the same time, and at the same time pulled Qing Han back.

Qing Han was stuck in the body of the giant sword, his neck was wrapped in a deep depression by the long tongue, his ruddy face was bruised at this time, and cold blood oozed from the bite marks all over his body, and the blood was not red but black, which was being happily devoured by many black mouths.

Drawn by the same source of life without distance, the weaker side is always dominated by the stronger side.

The power is rapidly draining, and consciousness is being withdrawn from the body.

Qing Han tried to struggle a few times, but the suction was too strong, even at his current level, he would definitely not be able to forcibly break away.

But a few breaths of time, like crossing a thousand years.

The black hair turned white from the roots, the bright eyes fell silent, the young body gradually dried up, and the skin of the abdomen was raised high by the bones.

The weakening of the spirit made Qing Han's thoughts change, and it was easy to separate his memories from his thoughts at this time, and he was not affected by any external positive or negative influences.

There are many red flowers around, the one closest to Qinghan, the eyebrows and eyes are located in the center of the flower, which is different from the others, it is more agile, as if it still has consciousness.

Her eyes flickered and rolled, and finally froze in one place, as clear as a deep well.

A withered eye was stuck in Qinghan's eye socket, and it stabbed and moved slightly to the right, condensing with her for a moment.

This mirror reflection is very clear, but Qing Han still can't understand it, there are too many things in it.

"There is hatred, resentment, and obsession......"

He should have seen a lot, but it was as if he had seen nothing.

"You have clearly broken your mind, can you still hate me......

Qing Han condensed his strength in one place, then cocked a finger and bent the tip of his finger down slightly, shooting an arrow-shaped dark light towards his arm.

The dull crashing sound.

The few thin cords that bound the arms were broken, and Qing Han stretched out his two fingers to probe into the center of the flower, and at the same time pinched the eyeballs in it.

All the flowers that grew on the greatsword, the eyes inside gushed out strands of black lines, and entered the pupils of the eyeballs in Qing Han's hands.

Qing Han absorbed some free black lines, his withered arms gradually plumped, and his withered eyes were moisturized.

A red thread flashed in his left eye, then spread out like ink.

"Since you want to see me, then it will be as you wish......", Qing Han's left eye flashed red, and he pulled out the eyeball alive, and then pulled it hard with his two fingers, the blood that connected the flower and the eye was broken, and the eyeless flower suddenly burst, and at the same time, he slapped the giant sword behind him with his palm, and his body instantly turned into a scene of red mist in the water, and entered it along the chain that stretched out from the sword body.

After Qing Han entered the Suokong, the pupils of the outside eyeballs shrank, the flowers withered instantly, and finally the flowers withered one by one, burying the bones under the sword deeply.

..................

It's an artificially created cage that exudes extraordinary power at every turn.

Unable to see everything, unable to touch the ground, unable to perceive more.

"No matter how long it takes, how I hide, how you dodge, all I can perceive is you!", Qing Han has been gone for an unknown amount of time, there is no change in front of him, the strange feeling is like a shadow, as if there is a pair of eyes staring at him.

There was no response.

Qing Han's left pupil suddenly flashed, and a thousand-zhang giant arrow shot out of it in an instant, roaring violently and flashing red light and rushing into the sky.

With the constant flickering of red arrows, the vision has recovered to a certain extent, and even the sense of hearing has recovered a little, and it seems that this place cannot be thought of with common sense.

The ground under his feet was a dark nothingness, the sky above him was a whirlpool the size of the sky, and something black and oppressive surged in the distance.

Qing Han's right eye flashed with black light, it turned out to be a group of enslaved undead, but unlike the previous miscellaneous soldiers in the water, these undead all had a certain strength before their deaths, especially a few of the conspicuous big guys, all of whom were not weaker than the demon generals.

In this strange space, there is no limit to the power that was previously unusable.

"Oh, but I've seen a lot of old friends. Qing Han showed a smile, and then his mind moved, and the Xuanjian in his hand transformed again, and said, "Since we have such a fate, I won't mind sending you again." ”

With that, Qing Han laughed, slammed the Xuanjian in front of his chest, and rushed straight towards the center of the undead.

Although the Thousand Feet Giant Arrow is large, it is really insignificant compared to the Heavenly Vortex.

After the whirlpool devoured the giant arrow, it made an earth-shattering noise, and at the same time, the whirlpool's speed suddenly increased, turning from darkness to crimson.

Countless paper lamps were squeezed out of the center of the whirlpool, these paper lamps were the size of clouds, revealing a rich red light from the inside out, and the paper lamps scattered in all directions after leaving the whirlpool, not only did not fall to the ground, but remained in the sky abnormally, reflecting the entire ignorant space in blood red.

"Look, when others enter this place, they may lose their way, but I never will!", Qing Han swung his sword so fast, his body seemed to be wrapped in sword qi, and he plunged into the undead, cutting off dozens of heads in an instant, and then raised his head and sucked it in, after sucking the nutrients inside, he wiped off the white scum and blood stains on his face, and laughed, "In this Ignorant Death Domain, except for you, the master, I am the only god here, and I can use my extraordinary power to the fullest!"

Qing Han flashed bloodthirsty, and with a wave of his hand while laughing fiercely, a huge arm like a mountain came out.

Under this blow, the earth will tremble, and the heavens will tremble, and the miscellaneous soldiers among the thousands of undead will all be beaten into skincakes, and the rotten flesh and blood will be squeezed out of the frame, and the void will be dyed red and white, and it will become a road of flesh and blood.

Then he conjured up a palm to sweep the world, Qing Han held thousands of them in his hand, feeling the faint struggle, the palm of his hand was a little itchy and unbearable, holding it a little harder, the screams were endless, and blood splattered between his fingers.

"Isn't this where the pain comes from, the ...... of the disharmony between the soul and the body", it is as easy as pinching a maggot to death, leaving a rich bequest, Qing Han looked at the bloody hands, and the two lips bent into a cold thin moon, revealing red and white intertwined teeth, and there were some debris on them.

Picking off a piece from between his teeth, there is also a 'long tail', Qing Han gently stroked it, and the smile became more real.

"What a beautiful ......"

Qing Han smiled, crushed the Xuanjian sword, and then his body flashed.

Disappear countless times, appear countless times.

The arm pierced through the three necromancers, pulling out the still beating hearts.

With a gentle pinch, it shattered.

.....................

The road of flesh and blood under his feet and the dark flowers in his palms are blooming.

The remaining eight demon generals are eyeing each other.