Penglai, the dark heavenly pool, there are constantly bubbles coming out, on the altar in the center of the pool, all saints stood there in a daze, blood falling from his palms drop by drop, but he didn't seem to notice, his eyes were still staring at the broken nine fragments under his feet.

Everyone present also stared at the altar, all with incredible expressions.

The Emperor Ming's sword was actually broken! This made everyone suspect that they were in a dream. And the most incredible thing is that the opposite Phantom Moon Mirror is intact, could it be said that this so-called first divine soldier of the ancients is in vain?

Nine fragments fell to the ground, and in the fragments, nine rays of light floated out and dissipated in the void, and then the fragments quickly petrified and turned into stone bodies. A cold wind blew, and the stones rolled and fell into the heavenly pool.

"No!" Wan Sheng didn't believe it, he had worked hard for so long, and the sword that he regarded as the most important thing was actually broken in his hand, and he couldn't accept it.

"Senior brother, turn back to the shore!" Wan Qing looked down at Wan Sheng and issued a final persuasion.

"Turn back!" Wan Sheng raised his head, without the influence of the Ming Emperor Sword, his eyes returned to their original pitch blackness, and even deepened, and said coldly, "Do you really think it's over so simply?"

Wan Qing shook his head, his eyes were full of disappointment, he erected the sword of breaking love, pointed at Wan Sheng, and sighed: "If Senior Brother Wuya is still alive, seeing you like this, I will definitely regret why I tried my best to save you in the first place!"

"Shut up!" Wan Sheng shouted sharply, "I am certainly at fault for my brother's death, but you can't get rid of it!"

"You are really hopeless!" The Love-Breaking Sword let out a roar in Wan Qing's hand, like a desolate beast, swallowing red flames, as if it would pounce on the Ten Thousand Saints in front of him in the next second.

"Hehe!" Wan Sheng smiled coldly, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and it was vaguely visible that there was a grimace in his palm, emitting a pitch-black magic light, "Today, even if you don't have the Minghuang Sword, I will let you pay for your blood debt!"

Wan Qing stopped talking, the sword mark walked, and the whole person was like a giant eagle, roaring.

Wan Sheng did not show weakness, the palm full of magic light, quickly clenched into a fist mark, a trace of magic light flowed out from between his fingers, it looked extremely gloomy, he did not retreat but advanced, condensed a powerful fist mark, and slaughtered it.

This is an endless decisive battle, the figures of the two shuttle to various places, a pair of iron fists of Wan Sheng, dyed black by the magic light, with a tyrannical power, constantly bombarding the sword of love, he seems to regard this fourth-ranked divine soldier as ordinary iron, and the means are extremely strong.

Wan Qing's face was still so calm, the sword intent in his hand was not chaotic at all, and the sword qi was frequently struck. At his level, ordinary moves have become very powerful in his hands.

"You also eat my sword!" Wan Sheng's left hand pointed together, and he swung it violently, emitting a hazy blue light, like a round of crescent moon, centered on him, spreading rapidly, it was his original move, pure heart extinguished.

Wan Qing condensed, the hazy blue light, there was also a kind of demonic energy, the perfect blend between the two, exuding a strong breath of death, he raised his hand, and shot out a sword qi, the result was like a stone sinking into the sea, quickly annihilated.

"You are bold!" For the first time, Wan Qing's face was angry, and the monstrous killing intent permeated out, and a more powerful spiritual power came out, and he clenched the sword with both hands and swung it violently.

In the eyes of others, they saw a red dragon soaring straight into the sky, as if they were opening the heavens and the earth, compared to it, the sword qi of all saints seemed so small.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, a few screams, and this sword, not only all saints, but also several bloody kings were also shrouded.

"How can it be so strong!" In the ruins, Wan Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the four Blood Demon Kings who turned into black mist with a cold gaze, unwilling in his heart.

"Master!" Wan Qian was the first to be freed, looking at Wan Qing with a little fear, the sword just now, if they hadn't dodged it in time, I'm afraid even they wouldn't have been spared.

Wan Qing trembled, as if he was trying to suppress it, and the blue light that permeated his whole body gradually oozed some red spots.

"Haha!" Wan Sheng's laughter was wild, and he realized it later, and said, "I see, it seems that you can't escape from this fallen immortal realm!"

"My Qingcheng is a peerless student, and I have been so evolved by you, the fusion of demons and Tao has been taboo since ancient times, and it seems that you can't be left today no matter what!" Wan Qing's expression was cold, at this moment, he was surprisingly powerful, and he raised his hand to make a too void fingerprint, the blue light was mixed with red, which looked very mysterious, and in an instant, it passed through the body of Wan Sheng.

"It's not that easy to want me to die!" All Saints struggled to his feet and rolled on the ground, his posture indecent, but just avoiding the point.

"Die!" "Die!" One blow missed, Wan Qing seemed to have changed into a person, and the idea of breaking love was extremely reflected in him, and the sword body of the sword of breaking love glowed, projecting sword qi, which sprayed out at any time.

"Dad!" Suddenly, a gray-clothed man flew from afar, grabbed Wan Qing's hand, and pleaded with tears, "Master, disciple, please let him go?"

"Ting'er?" Wan Qing asked coldly, "How did you get here!"

"I ...... I'm .....!" Wan Ting hesitated, "Master, let my father go!"

"He is cholera in the Central Plains, his sin is unforgivable! Get out of the way!" Wan Qing was very indifferent, as if nothing could change his decision, his arm floated, and suddenly he brought Wan Ting who was stopped in front of him behind him and faced Wan Sheng again.

Wan Sheng eased up after this stunned effort, he stared at Wan Ting, his eyes in the messy hair looked extraordinarily smart, and a mysterious smile emanated from the corner of his mouth.

"Die!" Wan Qing raised his sword high, with red spots in the blue light, exuding a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, Wan Qing's pupils retracted, and the raised hand actually trembled a little, looking at his chest in disbelief, it was a cyan sword, which was inserted into his chest from the back, and blood continued to gush out.

"Senior Sister Ting, you ......!" countless people saw it, and Wan Qian scolded loudly.

In the ruins, the magic light was raised, and Wan Sheng suddenly went straight up, his cruel face gradually became clear, there were words in his mouth, and the grimace in his palm seemed to be activated, almost imprinted on Wan Qing's heart when the lightning and thunder roared.

"Ahh

"Why?" Wan Qing stared at Wan Ting, anger filled his entire body, and asked like a demon, "Why do you want to do this!"

"Hehe!" Wan Ting didn't have any expression, a simple Dading emerged from the heavenly spirit, and the rumbling sacrificial sound waves spread.

"Soul Eater!" Wan Qing glared angrily, "Wan Sheng, you are despicable!

"So what!" All Saints laughed wildly, "Senior Brother, even if you are strong and fall under my Soul Devouring Curse, even if you don't die, one day, you will be worse than dead!"

Wan Qing's face changed, as if he realized something, the demonic qi in his body that should have been dispelled actually reappeared, although it was very small, but it still continued.

"The devil is born from the heart, and it is endless!" Wan Sheng's words were like a magic spell, laying the end of Wan Qing.

"Even so, I can't keep you!" Wan Qing's palm turned his soul and slapped it out, wanting to completely wipe out all saints.

"Do you really think I'm going to die so easily?" Wan Sheng flew away and fell back into the air, "You've missed the best time, and now I'll make you feel the fear of death!"

"What!" Wan Qing put away his palm print.

Wan Sheng looked at the sky, his mouth let out one strange note after another, and in a trance, in that distant place, there was a roar and a roar.

"Book of Heaven, you actually learned Book of Heaven!" Wan Qing's pupils retracted, and when he heard that strange cry, he instantly thought of some kind of legend, and said in shock, "You are crazy!

"What Emperor Ming didn't dare to do back then, now it's up to me to do it! Even if I die today, I will let you be buried with you!" Wan Sheng's voice was indifferent.

"Kunpeng!" Many people are new to this name, so they are full of confusion.

"Kunpeng is the only divine beast left in the ancient period, and it echoes my Demon Sect Heavenly Book!" the poison god's face was solemn and explained, "It has been recorded in the fragments of the Demon Sect that the reason why Penglai opened a sect here is largely because of the responsibility of sealing Kunpeng!"

As the incantation was recited, the heavens and the earth became even darker, as if the end of the world was coming, and the entire Penglai Island began to shake.

"Stop him!" Wan Qing pointed at his sword, and countless sword qi slashed towards Wan Sheng, wanting to stop him before he could finish it.

"Snort ~ snort ~!" In the heavenly pool, there was a loud noise, the pool water flickered and the ghost light gushed out, and the ghost figure appeared next to the heavenly pool, making a series of array seals, and at the same time, in the Zen staff, there was a strong ghostly spirit, which was injected into the heavenly pool. Vaguely, it could be seen that there were countless hideous faces in the water that had spread out! Resisting all the sword qi that was slashing towards the Ten Thousand Saints.

"Lord, I'll stop him for you!" shouted Onime.

"Tianchi, it's been triggered!" Gu Mad and the others were startled, and hurriedly dodged to attack the ghost eyes.

"Thousands of years Penglai, the resentment in the hearts of countless disciples is gathered in this Tianchi, and all kinds of mysteries in it can be imagined!" Wan Qian stared at Tianchi, remembering what Yuan Qi had said, this Tianchi was no longer Tianchi, but a collection of many resentments.

"Go!" The ghost burst into applause, and the skeleton law burst into flames, stopping a group of people in an instant, looking at the poison god with cold eyes, and shouting, "Poison God, what are you still doing, hurry up!"

The poison god snorted coldly, his eyes turned brightly, and an eerie poisonous gas permeated his whole body, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and several Qingcheng disciples were steamed out in an instant.

Wan Ting's eyes were dull, and the money fell to the ground, in this crowd of people fighting each other, it was very quiet, a cold wind blew, and the gray robe fluttered down, revealing her beautiful demeanor, which was extraordinarily different.

The ghost's eyes went crazy, and the pitch-black cloak swelled out, emitting countless ghostly qi, which sank into the bodies of several bloody demons.

"Ahh

"Hmph!" Wan Qing's face revealed murderous intent, and there was not much of the holy blue light left outside his body, and a stream of crimson sword qi suddenly slashed towards the ghost.

The ghost's expression was solemn, his mouth showed white teeth, and a strong ghost qi gathered in his mouth and sprayed out.

"Boom!" In the red, the sword qi with cyan spots was surprisingly powerful, and with a loud bang, the ghost's cloak was split away, revealing a pale face.

"You...!" Gu Mad was frightened, as if he had encountered a ghost, he had seen the portrait of the face in front of him, hanging above the highest hall in the wilderness, "You are Huntuo, Dawu Huntuo!"

Wan Qing was also shocked, looking at the figure, recalling that he went to the wilderness with Gu Mad, and had heard Tuke mention that Simon had an older brother who used to be cholera and was finally beheaded by Tuke.

How is this possible, why is it that a person who has been confirmed to have been beheaded is alive intact.