()

You are staring into the abyss, and the abyss is watching you. After pondering for a long time, Zhou An still planned to enter below. In the face of an unknown formation, an ally is still needed.

The moment he jumped, the sword intent flowed and protected himself. The flying sword in the sword box behind him took the first step and flew towards the ground with a sharp momentum.

Wuxiang still doesn't care about anything, it's just ten years. For her almost infinite longevity, it is insignificant.

When Zhou An sank, the wooden sword in his hand hit the wall of the well from time to time. Control your own falling speed and release your sense to prevent accidents.

Ten zhang

Baizhang

Thousands of feet

Zhou An, who was sinking thousands of feet, finally noticed the fight below. With one hand, the cyan flying sword returned to the sword box. The right hand slashed vigorously at the wall of the well, and the wooden sword struck out with lightning.

A red-haired palm was slashed back to the wall of the well by a sword. With the force of the counterthrust, the wooden sword plunged into the opposite wall of the well.

Zhou An held the wooden sword with one hand, and stood on the wooden sword with a flicker. Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, he looked around with a solemn face.

It's just a broken arm, and the sword momentum he has accumulated can barely repel it. even relied on the shock and had a trace of internal injury. If you are careless below, it is estimated that there is little chance of getting out alive.

Looking down at the fight below, Zhou An regained his composure.

......

Qun Fang, who was dressed in a purple dress, was a little embarrassed, and a lot of fine sweat appeared on her forehead. The sad flowers around you protect your body.

"Hum ......" A strange voice appeared, and Qun Fang looked around calmly.

Feeling that Zhou An appeared, his expression did not change.

Looking around, he guessed where the green-haired monster who had just caught him had gone.

It's an underground cavern, like a bottle. The mouth of the well is the mouth of the bottle, and the bottom of the well is the inside of the bottle.

The sad flower hovers overhead, emitting a soft glow. Illuminating the entire underground space, Qun Fang's jealous face became gloomy.

The underground space was silent, except for a blood-red coffin, which looked terrifying.

Qun Fang looked around with jealousy, and the shield around him was tattered. The jade hand snapped, and the shield shattered.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to find you if I couldn't hide. 'Burial Flower Technique'" Qunfang said jealously and mockingly

The sad flower suddenly shattered and turned into a little blue light. appeared in space in an instant, and then the void gave birth to lotus.

"Fall"

Qun Fang was jealous with a flick of his fingers, and thousands of flowers seemed to meet the autumn wind. The petals leave the flower and float to the earth.

Zhou An above was envious when he saw the scene in front of him, and he was also a magic weapon for manipulation. The following is really different from herself, one is like a goddess scattering flowers.

His own fights are much simpler, and I don't know how Yao Chi's spells are.

The petals fall to the ground and immediately turn yellow. Then it burns, and the fire turns from yellow to emerald green. It looked extremely weird, and Zhou An frowned.

The flames in the sky began to meet and merge. Eventually, the flames became the size of a fist, flashing in a flash.

"Pretending to be a ghost" Qun Fang looked ugly and said coldly

Dressed in purple, it is like a goddess coming into the world. The right hand turned into a fist and punched towards the ghost fire.

Zhou An looked at this punch with a heavy face, it was really strange that there was an existence in the demon clan that cultivated martial arts.

Qun Fang was jealous and suddenly felt a cold aura appear behind him, and a monster with long emerald green hair all over his body appeared.

His eyes were blood-red, and his palms were covered with long nails. Fiercely grabbed towards Qunfang's jealousy, and three groups of ghost fires also joined the attack.

Zhou An, who didn't have time to help, frowned, this mutant ancient corpse was not the red-haired monster he had just fought again.

When the claws were about to hit Qun Fang Jealousy, a white lotus grew behind Qun Fang Jealousy.

The lotus blossoms and holds the claws. Qunfang was jealous of the attack with the help of his strength, and the three groups of ghost fire were scattered by the fist wind.

Later, the ghost fire regained and hung over the shoulders and heads of the emerald haired monsters.

The two sides fell into a standoff, after forcing out the enemy. Qunfang did not speak, nor did he attack.

Zhou An secretly passed on his voice, and a plan took shape in an instant. Emerald green monster with hair.

"Trespassing on the forbidden land, ...... death"

"Reigning in the World"

Qun Fang sneered jealously and slapped his palms.

Flowers suddenly grew on the monster's body, and the flowers exuded a green aura. Instantly subdued the monster, Zhou An jumped down.

"Shooting Star"

The wooden sword was in Zhou An's hand, like a divine sword that opened the sky.

Zhou An, who was immortal, was like an ancient god. The sword light appeared above the monster's head like a meteor.

The wooden sword formed by lightning strikes the wood, which is surprisingly hard. The monster only had time to stretch out its hands before it was split in half by the wooden sword.

A gloomy and cold aura appeared, and Qun Fang was jealous and solemn.

"A Thought Blossoms"

Countless lotus flowers appeared around Zhou An, which seemed extraordinarily prosperous.

A palm covered with long red hairs, dry like wood. Strangely appeared on Zhou An's shoulder, and the lotus flower had not yet had time to stop it.

It had already begun to wither, and the wooden sword cut through a strange arc. Suddenly colliding with the palm of his hand, Zhou An took advantage of his strength to retreat.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, 'Six Stars in a Row'"

Zhou An retreated, and swiped his sword. Six sword lights appeared in the sky, falling downward like a roar.

The palm of the hand, covered with red hair, is made in the shape of a sword finger. Flying upward, Zhou An frowned slightly.

With the sharpness of the Five Elements Flying Sword and its accumulation, Zhou An was sure that he could injure a great martial arts master.

This palm is too big, and the sword intent frantically enters the wooden sword.

The first wood-attribute flying sword hit the sword finger. Fly back upside down. One handful, two handfuls...... Five

In a piercing sword roar, the Five Elements Flying Sword only blocked the soaring momentum of the red-haired arm.

A flying sword of the wind type, hidden in the dark. Unexpectedly, cut off a finger.

A scream came from his arm, and blood flowed from Zhou An's ear.

"Wrath of the Blue Emperor"

Qun Fang raised his right hand and pointed towards his arm.

A cyan rush of anger appeared, colliding with the dead air of the arm.

Zhou An took the opportunity to hold the wooden sword and hit his arm in an instant. The arm was like a stone, knocked out.

The blood-colored coffin shook for a while, and a black gas appeared. The severed arm and stump finger were pulled into the coffin by the black gas, and Zhou An exhaled lightly.

In the blood-colored coffin, a magnificent momentum appeared. The whole space was filled with this momentum, as if something terrifying had been born.

"It's the corpse of the existence of the Holy Realm, doesn't it mean that the human race has forbidden the refining of the existence above the Holy Realm!" Qun Fang said jealously

Zhou An sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the coffin tightly. His expression changed, and things were a little bigger.

Among the human race, all the people in the martial arts. The dream of a generation is to become a holy realm, and the existence of the holy realm is the most deterrent existence of the human race against the demon race.

But almost all of them have been in the holy realm of the great war all their lives. In their old age, strange things will happen, and even corpses will disappear.

Zhou An once heard Wuxiang explain that there are terrifying existences in the Styx and Lethe in the Dead Realm.

My favorite thing is to capture the sacred realm of the human race, as if it is for food. The existence of the Holy Realm often soars in the first half of his life. is extremely enviable, and there is nothing to be done about watching relatives and friends die in the second half of his life.

The most terrible thing is that it is often not good to die. In the last part of your life, you will encounter predators.

There is an old saying of the Zhou people that light is always friends with darkness.

The fate of the strong should be to die in battle, not to be used as a puppet.

Zhou An felt that the patriarch of the Liu clan was hiding a mutilated holy corpse. It is the greatest insult to the human race, and it is disrespectful to death.

Wuxiang pouted, the holy realm of your human race is only evaluated for good and bad. It's ridiculous, and it has to be judged shamelessly.