In the mirror world, in the endless world, the black high sky occupies the original blue sky, the squinted eyes, the pale teeth exposed, and the flickering cold and weirdness in it.

The black rain fell on the endless world.

The albert-backed ape shuddered: "What is this..... My mother, I ..... I'm so cold. ”

"Why am I so unlucky, I stole peaches and was caught by the Moon King, and then I was taken into the prison by the Drunken Flower Son of Heaven, and then the Little Moon King knew my true body again, and ran to catch me to make up for the sky, and I was almost slapped into a meatloaf by a hammer from the Sky Digger on the road, and now I carry the Five Finger Mountain again, but why is it that it is over, and another ghost is running!"

"What the hell are you!"

He clasped his hands on his shoulders, and felt a chill rising from the deepest part of his heart, as if he had fallen into the Nine Gloom Soils, but even though he was so embarrassed, he was still jumping to his feet, cursing that terrible face in the sky.

Regardless of whether it has eighteen generations of ancestors or not, all in all, it is right to scold first!

The phantom of the sword god behind Jian Qingsheng raised his sword at the same time, at this time, sorrow and anger converged, unwilling and uneven trembled, and the heavenly mourning sword was wrapped with red blood, and he was ready to launch this tearing blow.

"Ghost rain?"

Jian Qingsheng left all the discomfort and doubts behind, and now here, no matter who is in front of him, he must cut it down!

That face makes people feel the most primordial fear in their hearts, the Heavenly Death Sword screams, this is its original sound, at this time, it was danced by the sword lightly, so the Nanxiang Sword was stained with red blood, and the Heavenly Death Sword accompanied the Nanxiang Sword, and fell with a bang!

The sword opens the gate of heaven!

Open a road, the mirror world was blocked by the dark high sky, countless human beings and dreams were shrouded here, frightened voices continued to come out, the heavenly mourning sword fell, with the mighty anger of the world slashed open the black sky, and even the inky rain was split the road.

However, in a short moment, the black was dyed again.

The shattered face regrouped, and the smile was even more terrifying.

"Huh..... Sure enough, hidden in the whole world, or rather, he is in your dreams and mine......"

"Qingqing World, he was originally here, the ghost rain killed the third watch, is this the supreme method you found in your dreamland? It's really powerful, it's very different from the last time we met. ”

The drunken flower Tianzi faltered, half of his body was cut by the Heavenly Death Sword, at this time he was embarrassed like a lost dog, he raised his head and looked at the black high sky: "Your heir, I was also your heir, if it wasn't for the master to save me, maybe I would have turned into your food long ago!"

"It's the same as the third watch! you master killer ....."

"I used to believe in you, you were an immortal before, but that was all before, a long, long time ago. ”

"A monster called Night Terror, which manipulates countless nightmares. ”

Ghost Rain's face didn't change, he still smiled hideously, he hadn't spoken since he had spoken before, and he hadn't made any movements.

It's just that it's getting darker and darker, and the rain is getting heavier.

No communication, no clarity, this is the most primordial mystery of fear.

Today's ghost rain is such an existence, it seems to be a sky, but it doesn't seem to be a sky.

Did you get the will of God?

In short, he feeds on the horror and fear of all beings and strengthens himself.

The Tongbei ape did not approach the drunken flower Tianzi, but kept shouting in the distance: "No, it's right that the ghost rain killed the three watches, but isn't the three watches after the ghost rain?"

The Drunken Flower Heavenly Son didn't respond to him, but just raised his five fingers, and in the four heavenly universes, there was a roar of water from the outer path!

The water of the outer way, shattering all the Tao and the law!

There is no way in the world, but there is a law, and the law of heaven is also the law, and this black rain is also the law.

The glass clock staggered and flew up, there was a huge gap on it, and it was almost split, which reflected the current appearance of the drunken flower Tianzi, who had been a glass clock many years ago.

"I should ...... Curtain call. ”

His body staggered, and black rain flowed down the glass clock, soaking the shattered land.

There is no way to hit, and the ghost laughs.

The new ghost is annoyed and the old ghost is crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the sky is wet and sorrowful.

Jian Qingsheng fell silent, and the phantom of the sword god behind him was wrapped in broken robes and broken armor, and the Heavenly Death Sword in his hand was furious.

This piece of black sky has not been broken, which is impermissible.

It is born with injustice, and whoever dares to suppress it will behead him.

Chixia and blood soaked the sky, and the glass bell rang, but this time, it was standing next to the Heavenly Death Sword.

The sword god roared, rebuked the sky with grief and anger, danced again in his hand, and the Nanxiang sword in Jian Qingsheng's hand was cut out at the same time.

Three inches of time, three inches of the world, can't this cut this black sky?

Jian Qingsheng was thinking, and the black sky once again carried this heavenly mourning, his face was torn, but in the blink of an eye, it was gradually distorted and restored, no one thought that before the Moon King fought for the sky, there would be such a change.

The biggest-stirring stick is not the four Qingshi Supremes, but the ghost rain that has been hidden in the supreme's dream.

These black rains are somewhat similar to a heavy rain I have seen before.

No, it can't be said to be yourself, but it should be said that the deity, or Li Bichen.

Jian Qingsheng is Jian Qingsheng, not Li Bichen.

Eventually, I will give everything back to the deity, which is not what I should have.

That black rain was cast by Qing Ji Li, and it was performed to bury Qingyun Longgong.

It was the Netherworld Rain, and at this time, the black rain cast by the ghost rain also carried a dead silence.

It's just that compared to the quiet Netherworld Waters, there is more rage and fear in these black rains, as well as horror.

In all directions, those black rains suddenly gathered and turned into countless figures.

They were all dressed in black robes, and their black faces were extremely hideous, and they were laughing distortedly, like that terrible face in the sky.

"Gu worms, countless false descendants, sentient beings devoured by the ghost rain......"

Someone's voice sounded, and at this moment, those false heirs made a move, and the dreamy black rope flew out and wound towards the sword in Jian Qingsheng's hand.

It is a "sword of the world" born from time.

The sword is called Nango.

Nanxiang.... Nanxiangzi!

Jian Qingsheng turned his head suddenly, his eyes looked into the distance, his body turned in the blink of an eye, stepping over countless thousands of miles, and the phantom of the sword god behind him was wearing a remnant robe, and then, the huge heavenly mourning sword in his hand slashed out!

Boom ——!

Mountains and seas are separated, the world is broken, dreams and nothingness are reversed, and in the crimson palace, countless mirror spirit maids have become black sculptures.

The mirror was covered with dust, so it fell to the ground, and there was only one person left under the eight hundred heavenly mirrors under the blue silver seat.

Nanxiangzi, she was still standing in front of the door, looking at the sword light sheng coming from the front.

She was laughing, tears were streaming down the girl's eyes, black rain was falling on her shoulders, and the mirror was losing its brilliance.

Jian Qingsheng didn't think about it, and swung out with a sword, cutting off all the black rain that fell.

The wedding dress is still fiery red, like the red glow, or the sword of heavenly mourning.

Nanxiangzi raised his head, and the pear blossom smiled with rain: "I want to go out, I want to go out, are you here to take me out?"

"The three-foot sword in the box on the back is a sign of injustice for the sky, a three-foot sword, three inches of time, but it's a pity....... I'm late now. ”

Jian Qingsheng looked at her: "The world is not humble, and there is no such thing as being too late for anything!"

He grabbed Nan Xiangzi's hand and dragged her into his arms!

"Let's go ——!"

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