Penglai, the former fairy island, is now full of mysteries. Ten years of corrosion, those dilapidated golden house tiles, have been soaked in the breath of blood, and have become extremely gray. In the void, a crimson light spread to the blood demon from time to time, which further fueled the power of these monsters.

Wan Sheng's eyes flashed brilliantly, following some crimson aura, chasing all the way, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the Tianchi of Penglai, where there was a nine-colored divine sword, showing a powerful power.

"That's it!" Wan Sheng was surprised, and his right hand reached out and grabbed the Ming Emperor Sword.

The Minghuang Sword, the nine-colored sword body, suddenly became abnormal and strange at the moment when the foreign object touched it, and a dark fire was born from the sword body and burned to the arm of the Ten Thousand Saints.

All Saints were forced to step back and look at his right hand, where there was an extra burn mark.

The aura was raised, the burning marks were quickly smoothed, and the face of all saints was gloomy.

"Roar!" Below the Tianchi, four roars resounded through the sky, sensing the changes in the outside world, the four Blood Demon Kings all opened their eyes, although they did not break the seal, but their thick blood qi soared into the sky. At the same time, the Minghuang Sword sensed, and the sword body emitted nine-colored runes, outlining a rune, and quickly suppressed it.

In the distance, the poison god and others finally arrived.

"Emperor Ming's sword!" The poisonous god's face was solemn, in the face of this recognized number one divine weapon in the cultivation realm, he didn't dare to hold it up, recalling that back then, His Majesty the Emperor Minghuang held this divine weapon, how strong it was, unifying the demon sect that had been divided for a hundred years.

With the suppression of the rune, the four bloody kings in the Tianchi suddenly reined in, but the bloodthirsty eyes were still staring coldly at the group of people outside.

"Is there a way for Brother Wan?" the poison god asked.

Wan Sheng shook his head, carefully observed the surroundings, and said, "Someone has placed a seal here, and this sword is used as the eye of the seal, if it is forcibly pulled out, it will definitely release the contents inside!"

"So what!" said the old man with golden teeth, "Door master, I'm waiting for so many people to come here again, just a few bloodies, what's the matter!"

Several people looked at all saints at the same time, waiting for his orders. Wan Sheng hesitated, as if he was taboo about something, and finally stretched out his right hand again and held it towards the hilt of the sword. As he had just done, the moment he started his hand, a ball of fire erupted from the blade of the sword and burned into his hands.

Obviously, a well-prepared Halloween is terrifying, and those hands, like iron walls, are not afraid of this fire of hell in the slightest. The surrounding area contained the four Blood Demon Kings in the Heavenly Pool, almost all staring at that palm.

"Sisi!" The sound sounded, and as Wan Sheng's palm was forcefully supported, an arc of electricity flashed in the void, and the surrounding formations were intertwined like a giant net.

"Boom~~" Suddenly, a blood-red aura flew and broke Wan Sheng's palm at once.

"Who!" shouted Goldfang.

"Roar~~~!" A tall figure, with a hideous face, his bloodthirsty eyes staring at all the people, and a series of roars from his mouth, it was the only bloody king who escaped from the seal.

The poison god frowned, and with the roar of this bloody king, those bloody demons who kept running out seemed to have been lured, and they all turned around one by one.

"I'll kill you!" the golden-toothed old man shouted, pounced on him, and entangled.

"What about the ghosts?" Wan Sheng suddenly asked, he was the only person here who was proficient in formations, and with him, maybe there was no need for such trouble.

"Brother Ghost, maybe there's something else!" the poison god sneered, he also stared at the Minghuang Sword, his eyes burst with green light, and said with a smile, "If Brother Wan can't do it, let the old man try it!"

All Saints stood in place, looking indifferently, without the slightest intention of stopping.

As he expected, under the stalemate, the poison god was shocked and retreated again and again by the powerful anti-shock force.

"How could this be!" the poison god was shocked.

"This seal is not simple!" Wan Sheng said, "I really can't imagine who can lay down such a formation!"

As he spoke, the distant blank light flickered, and the Phantom Moon Mirror appeared in the void, and the reflected light was so dazzling that countless bloody demons retreated one after another, dodging.

"They must not be allowed to go to the world!" Wan Qing shouted.

The ancient mirror rippled, rushing out of countless Qingcheng disciples, holding immortal swords, slashing at those bloody demons.

"Ahh In the distance, the duel between the old man with the golden tooth and the bloody king gradually fell into disadvantage, and he forcibly endured a mouthful of blood without spurting out, and quickly fled to the side of the Ten Thousand Saints.

"Wan Sheng, you have a great idea!" The poison god's face was gloomy, and he shook away the bloody king with one palm, but who knew that the bloody king was very vindictive, and actually abandoned the old man with gold teeth, and entangled with the poisonous god, and the sharp claws almost overturned the head of the poisonous god.

"Evil beast, the old man will kill you himself!" the poison god rebuked angrily.

Wan Sheng still didn't speak, his eyes stared at the nine-colored divine sword, a little engrossed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Door Master!" Jin Lao spoke, the situation was critical at this time, and he had to remind, "Wan Qing is coming!"

Two words, instantly interrupted Wan Sheng's thoughts, he stretched out his hand again, there was no blue light, but a grimace, as if conscious, let out a mysterious smile, Wan Sheng's face was solemn, and he said to himself: "Now is not the time to hesitate!"

"Hehe!" grimace sneered, a more powerful force than just now, erupted from his mouth, after a short period of convergence, Wan Sheng re-grasped the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, in the formation all over the ground, blood red and thunder and lightning were intertwined, Wan Sheng endured great pain, dragging the Ming Emperor Sword vigorously.

"Boom, boom!" Above, the rolling thunder sounded, the sky suddenly turned gray, the previous rainstorm, as if it was about to come again, and the blood on the ground trembled, and they all looked at the air blankly.

Wan Qing's face changed drastically, he sensed that the Phantom Moon Mirror was trembling, and looking at the nine-colored light in the distance, his speed was faster.

"Ah!" In the heavenly pool, a strange aura came out, and the corners of Wan Sheng's mouth were shocked and blood was overflowing, so you can imagine what kind of pain he experienced.

"Tear~~Tear~~" Finally, a very small sound came out, and the formation patterns all over the ground, under this strong struggle, began to crack from the tip of the sword, and spread rapidly.

"Haha!" Wan Sheng looked at Wan Qing and smiled maniacally, "You're still too late after all!"

As soon as the words fell, in the heavenly pool, four figures rushed out like lightning, raising a large area of blood mist, and the crazy roar was like thunder. In the distance, the poison god flew in, holding the head of the Blood Demon King in his hand, his face was solemn, looking at this blood mist.

In the void, Wan Qing stood upright, and Wan Qian and several other figures came beside him, facing the blood mist together.

Finally, the fog dissipated, and the Ten Thousand Saints cape was scattered, and the light in those eyes was actually purple-red, and he was carefully observing the nine-colored divine sword in his hand.

"Wan Qing, suffer death!" Wan Sheng raised his head, his previous calmness was gone, replaced by a kind of fanaticism, he gently danced the sword body, and the nine-colored sword qi struck, instantly shattering the bodies of several Qingcheng disciples, "Today, I will let Qingcheng be buried here!"

Wan Qing stared at the Minghuang Sword, his face was very solemn, and said, "Senior Brother, quickly put down this sword, his consciousness that controls you, and after a long time, you will fall into the Demon Dao!"

"Demon Dao?hehe!" A killing intent burst out, all saints soared into the air, and a wave of anger filled the air, and he said slowly, "In your eyes, haven't I become a demon a long time ago?"

"Roar!" In the other direction, the four Blood Demon Kings burst into tears, and their bloodthirsty eyes were also fixed on Wan Qing and the others.

"Kill!" Wan Sheng shouted, waving the Minghuang Sword, striking out several sword qi, and the whole person also followed, attacking Wan Qing.

"You all stand back!" Wan Qing's face became even more solemn, and a clear light appeared on the surface of his body, shocking back several people beside him. The red light flashed in his right hand, and he took out the sword of breaking love and greeted him. In an instant, the sky collapsed here, the two figures shook, and the intense sword light almost covered the entire heaven and earth, and countless blood were split into blood mist before they could dodge.

Wan Sheng danced wildly, looking particularly demonic, he did not lose consciousness because of this, in addition to madness, there was also a trace of calmness in his eyes, it seemed that he didn't expect Wan Qing to be so strong, he held the Minghuang Sword in his hand, and with the blessing of the Soul Devouring Ding before, he could only barely fight with him.

"Good is like water!" Wan Sheng said coldly, this legendary realm, even if Wan Qing has not completely stepped in, he can already despise the world.

"Roar!" The love-breaking sword in Wan Qing's hand let out a roar of even flags, which formed a strong contrast with the green mangs outside his body.

"Love-Breaking Sword!" Wan Sheng noticed the sword in Wan Qing's hand, his pupils contracted, and asked, "What about withering?

Wan Qing didn't respond, but stared at Wan Sheng, and said coldly: "Brother, it seems that you really can't turn back!"

"You kill the withered!" Wan Shengjian pointed at Wan Qing and said sharply, and then a sarcasm appeared on his face, "Haha!

"You disturb the world and make the world chaotic, today I will do the right thing for the sky!" Wan Qing's ancient and waveless face showed a killing intent.

"Haha! That's good, that's good!" Wan Sheng laughed, there was no ambiguity in his hand, the Minghuang Sword was controlled by him, and he gradually got used to it.

Far in the sky, Wan Qian and others faced off against the four bloody kings, and the fight was inseparable, and Penglai Island fell into a melee for a while.

"Boom!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and in the forbidden place of Penglai, a pitch-black figure flew quickly, followed by a huge dragon snake, which immediately disrupted the balance of the battlefield.

"Dragon Snake!" Wan Qing wondered, this was exactly the existence that Yuan Qi had encountered in the cold pool before.

"Ghost, where have you been!" asked Wan Sheng coldly.

The ghost didn't answer, just stood there quietly, his green eyes staring at the dragon snake, as if he was a little taboo.

"Sisi!" The dragon snake swallowed the snake silk, its lantern-like eyes were big, and it looked at the ghost with anger, and its back was upside down, obviously angry to the extreme.

Dragons have reverse scales, and they will be angry when they touch them, and although the dragon snake has not fully evolved, it already has such characteristics.

"Doorman, help me resist for a moment!" the ghost snapped, and he disappeared into the ruins.

"Presumptuous!" Wan Sheng slapped angrily, but the ghost had already disappeared.

Seeing the Emperor Sword, the dragon snake's face actually showed a look of fear, and it bypassed the Ten Thousand Saints and chased after the ghost.

"I'm here to help you!" the poison god stood up, he stood side by side with all saints, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring, "Ten thousand green will be killed today!"

Wan Qing is independent and void, even in the face of the two joining forces, there is still no fear in his eyes, in a trance, there is a mysterious power affecting him, tightening the sword of love, and the whole body is shocked, an ancient mirror slowly rises, exuding monstrous brilliance.

I have to say that after the breakthrough, Wan Qing is stronger, with one enemy and two without falling into the wind, the aura flashes, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, there is actually a tendency to suppress, in the air, the phantom moon mirror is suspended, and the mirror bursts out a ball of golden light, which is injected into Wan Qing's body, making him more powerful.

"Ahh However, Wan Sheng did not face Wan Qing, his cold gaze stared at the Phantom Moon Mirror in the void, and he shot out a domineering sword aura.

"Chi Chi!" The huge sword qi shrouded the ancient mirror, and the ancient mirror shook violently, and it actually let out a wail. Among the top ten artifacts, the top two divine weapons collided violently together, without roaring or exploding, and the two weapons, like ordinary iron, rubbed out the slightest spark.

"That's not right!" Wan Qing's face changed greatly, and he was the first to react and quickly dodge.

Sparks flew and fell to the ground, igniting a cloud of fire, and then the ground dried out at a speed visible to the naked eye, cracks appeared, and large clouds of mist evaporated.

After a stalemate, the light of the Phantom Moon Mirror dimmed and returned to Wan Qing's body, and it was difficult to exert its power for a while.

The corners of Wan Sheng's mouth were bleeding, and he was also shocked by a counter-shocking force, and his body flashed and disappeared into the mist.

Here, it was surprisingly quiet, and the four Blood Demon Kings, including the four Blood Demon Kings, were all staring at the white mist.

Gradually, the mist dissipated, and Wan Sheng's body stood there straight, his eyes staring at the Ming Emperor Sword in his hand, and the blood on the corner of his mouth could not hide the shock on his face.

"Kaka!" A small voice came out, and I saw that a small crack was spreading on the body of the Emperor Ming's sword.

"Bang!" the nine sword fragments fell gently.

The Emperor Sword, broken!