The aura is shattered, between the rocks, on the mountain.

Lu Chen's body was already on the verge of collapse, and the blood and fire burned by the Constipation Method Wushuang had been completely extinguished. A feeling of weakness flooded up like a tide, but now Lu Chen was absolutely unable to detect it, although he was still crazy and full of murderous intent, he had no extra strength to step into the air no matter what, so he struggled to get out of this mess of rocks.

The gray veins of his body had dissipated, and only the pitch-black veins were still attached to his body.

The eight-headed snake was imposing, and at this moment, the world on that side had been blurred, and it was impossible to distinguish the true appearance. The broken knife didn't know where it had flown to, although it was still crazy, but Lu Chen knew in his heart that if there was no broken knife, he would definitely not be the opponent of this eight-headed snake.

He tried to struggle out of the deep rocks, and there was a loud noise, and it took a long time before he finally left, but he was unable to support it, and fell directly to the ground.

The deafening roar still echoed, as if rolling thunder, and the heavens and the earth were darkened.

The dark clouds gathered, the thunder intertwined, the heavens and the earth shook in one color, and the eight-headed serpent was like a demon god in this world, intimidating everything and insurmountable. But Lu Chen slowly raised his head, his eyes were still scarlet, and his murderous intent was surging like a tidal wave, and he never retreated. Got up with difficulty, stepped forward, Lu Chen's mouth let out a low and hoarse roar, a body of pitch-black veins continued to flow and swim, step by step down the mountain, only the eight-headed snake with unparalleled magic power in his eyes.

If you go up the mountain like this, you can't say that there is still a chance.

But the wisdom in his heart has long been devoured by demonic nature, and the only thing that echoes in his mind is the word "kill".

The broken knife is not in his hand, and this broken body is even more incapable of fighting the eight-headed snake.

After a few steps, Lu Chen suddenly stopped his figure, his eyes became more and more red, as if dripping blood, only his wrist flipped, and the Starfall Blood Knife had fallen into his hand.

There is no broken knife, but there is no knife in your hand.

However, the blood knife was about to start, but the roar rolling out of Lu Chen's throat gradually dissipated.

The blood knife was as thin as a cicada's wings, and its whole body was dark red, but it suddenly flickered with a pitch-black luster, and the black mist that filled the tide slowly drifted.

The Yin Ghost Road manifested behind him, and a great realm slowly descended...

The great realm is forested, and it can be seen that thousands of yin luo are hideous and sinister, and the underworld is even more forested. It was a heaven and earth from the underworld, summoned to this world, breaking the shackles of the netherworld and the yang world, and chaos was rampant, manifesting all kinds of qi and machine entanglements endlessly. The vicissitudes are shattered, the yin wind roars, and millions of souls open their teeth and claws, scrambling to come on that desolate and gloomy ghost road, but they are invisibly imprisoned and cannot truly appear in the world.

The billowing black mist slowly spread, and under the Yin and Netherworld, Lu Chen's figure was gradually enveloped.

The blood-red eyes became deeper and deeper, gray, cold, indifferent...

No one knows what's going on, but not everyone knows it.

If the master of Liangyi Gate is here, he should be able to understand that Lu Chen returned to Liangyi Gate that day to grab the knife and turn all the 8,000 miles where Liangyi Gate is located into loess, because of this inexplicable great realm.

The ghost cultivator in the distance is helping him.

Old ghost.

On the Burial Immortal Mountain, the rickety figure is still sitting in place, as if it has not moved for eternity, and it has always been like this. But between the howling of the yin wind, his eyes were deep and gray, and there were hidden ghost road traces around his body, flowing and haunting, ups and downs. The inexplicable qi is thousands of miles away, and no one can find the end of the distance, but it is wonderful, and it has already shrouded the entire Burial Immortal Mountain.

Black impermanence came from afar and settled behind the old ghost.

"Seniors. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

The old ghost replied casually, slowly raised his head, and looked into the distance.

"The eight-headed snake should have returned to the underworld with the passage of time, but it escaped the longevity catastrophe with the help of the Wanhua Dao Lotus. Now, it's time to let it go, disobey the Yin and Yang Dao, even if I don't make a move today, it won't take too long, and it will have its own cause and effect. ”

"Holy Son... How?"

Hei Wuchang's face showed a little complicated, and after a little hesitation, he still asked.

The old ghost laughed and shook his head slightly.

"I've suffered a little bit, I've suffered a little bit, and I'll let him see it later. If the magic is strong, it is strong, but it is not used in this way. If he was still clear-headed, he would have ignored the big snake before and went straight to the Venerable Mountain, without my help, and now he should have taken away the Wanhua Dao Lotus. ”

Black impermanence is silent, and no more is said.

He knew that the old ghost had his own decisions, and he always paid attention to everything about Lu Chen. Naturally, there is no need to worry about safety, the eight-headed snake is an ancient beast, strong in the world, but it can't break through the shackles of that layer of immortals after all. The old ghost is a true immortal, although he is thousands of miles away, but he wants to kill a slightly stronger mortal beast, but he can only do it backhanded.

The wind was approaching, and when I looked up, Bai Wuchang also came with an anxious face.

The old ghost's qi enveloped the entire Burial Immortal Mountain, and everyone knew that the old ghost had already made a move.

He guessed that his son of purgatory was in trouble.

"Senior..."

will be opened, and black impermanence will pull white impermanence. The two looked at each other, shook their heads slightly, and then looked at the old ghost, the qi around him had become even worse, and those ghost dao traces that haunted the four directions of his body became more and more wonderful, and there was a hidden image of ten thousand ghosts howling. Those who are wonderful and extraordinary can be understood, and even black and white impermanence are broken and the ancient pre-ancient inheritance cannot be understood.

The qi machine is thousands of miles away, under the mountain, Lu Chen is hunting in a robe, ten thousand ghosts are added, the image of the demon Luo manifests in all directions, the great realm of the underworld descends, next to the Sansheng Stone, under the Naihe Bridge, on the side of the Huangquan Road, 100,000 flowers bloom on the other side, the red light is swaying, and the fog is misty.

The big knife fell into his hand, and he only held it in one hand, and under the qi machine, the fierceness of the eight-headed snake was all broken.

The eight heads, the eight pairs of blood-red eyes, were no longer manic or cold.

Yes, but horror and horror.

It has a spirit that is not weaker than humans, but it can't understand why the ants in front of it suddenly changed. That calm and obscure momentum has never swept the turbulent waves, nor has it driven the general trend, but behind it the Netherworld is endless, and there are ten halls of Yama phantom manifestation. Even if there is no oppression, even if there is no divine might, the horror suppressed in the heart is by no means false.

The eight heads roared in a low voice, and their bodies quietly retreated.

Under the ghost-headed sword, there is endless terrifying power, and the eight-headed snake knows that it is invincible, and it cannot be an enemy.

"Shhhhh

A low, hoarse roar, his eyes blood-red, full of panic.

But Lu Chen was not Lu Chen for a long time, and the black veins of his body receded, and only the gray veins flowed. The blood-red eyes are also deep and oppressive, like an endless abyss, capable of ingesting the souls of all things, devouring them, and annihilating them.

The ghost head sword gently slashed down, and the netherworld surged, and 100,000 Senluo ghosts and monsters bloomed with flowers on the other side, descending into the world, filling all sides of heaven and earth, turning the entire Zun Mountain into a hideous land.

The flowing mist spreads like a tide, cold, lonely...

"The cause and effect of the Yin and Yang Avenue should also come. ”

The old ghost's voice sounded from Lu Chen's mouth, deep and sandy

Dumb.

He looked indifferently, but the eight-headed snake's mountain-like body kept retreating, and when he heard this, he turned around and fled. The entire Zunshan Island shook violently, and the power of the eight-headed snake was still unparalleled, and it was not weakened in the slightest, but in front of the old ghost, it couldn't even give birth to the mind of resistance.

Escape?

Even if you flee to death.

"If you don't die today, if you lose the Wanhua Dao Lotus in the future, you will die after all. Killing too much, killing too much, it was not easy for Hu Niangzi to remember that you were not easy to practice, so she never suppressed you eternally with the Fairy Fox Palace, but today, it is difficult to escape. ”

The old ghost's voice was still calm.

The ghost-headed big knife was much higher than Lu Chen's body, and with one finger and one fall, the Yin and Netherworld realms all entered the sword body, and then fell.

The heavens and the earth were instantly darkened, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

The sun and moon twins loomed, and the stars faded, but in a short moment, the heavens and the earth returned to light. However, looking at it again, under this mountain, above the isolated island, everything is the same as before, there has been no change, only the body of the eight-headed snake with nine mountains and nine valleys has been broken inch by inch, and it has fallen to death when it is silent.

The blood that flowed gathered into a river and spread into the sea...

The eight-headed snake, eight heads fell to the ground, and the eight tails were all cut off, and the corpses like mountains were laid out here, broken eighty-eight and sixty-four, and there were still ten thousand ghosts attached to it. The flowers on the other side bloomed, stained with blood and red, and the stench that rushed to the sky was blown away by the strong wind.

Looking back, Lu Chen's figure had already landed weakly in mid-air, and smashed into the mountains and forests.

The gray veins on that body were gone, and the Starfall Blood Knife had regained its original appearance as thin as a cicada's wings. The broken knife didn't know when it appeared beside him, and Lu Chen was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his pupils contracted and relaxed, still awake.

"Old ghost..."

He suddenly grinned, coughed up bloody saliva, smiled bitterly, tilted his head and fainted completely.

Tranquility, tranquility...

The mountain island seems to have returned to its original form, as if nothing had ever happened. But those remnants of the mess, the hideous cracks and collapses, are all crying about the horror that happened before.

The sun and the moon are twins, coexisting in the sky.

There is no distinction between day and night, and it is difficult to distinguish between the day and the day.

The dew had already stained Lu Chen's body, and except for the arm that he had lost earlier, the injuries on that body had long since recovered as before.

The fingers that were slumped on the ground moved slightly, and they opened their eyes slowly and with difficulty.

"Demonic nature, it's better not to use it at will..."

Lu Chen's eyes were a little hollow, and it took a long time to recover, and he only said secretly, and then put away the broken knife and the bloody knife that fell beside him. Looking around, in the midst of this large mess, only the corpse of the nine-headed serpent was still quietly thrown aside. The blood that gathered into a river was gurgling, and I don't know how long it had been fainting, but it had not yet dried up.

How terrible it is.

"I actually fought with this monster..."

Holding a randomly found branch as a crutch, Lu Chen looked at the eight-headed snake that could not be seen at a glance, and could only smile bitterly. It seems that the old ghost did it deliberately, and he remembers everything that happened before.

If you still have a little spiritual wisdom, you can go directly to the mountain, so why do you have to fight with this big snake for life and death... What's more, he is not an opponent.

There is only silence.

Bitter sigh.

"That's it, let's go up the mountain as soon as possible..."

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