The tentacles retreated, and the old sect master disappeared, devouring his severed hand, and now it was glowing. The powerful breath, released from the hands of the endless endless, the vastness seems to face the sea, representing the incredible realm.

Is this the strength of the Imperial Realm Sword Cultivator? Han Zhengyang took a deep breath and raised his hand to shake it forward!

Smack-

The severed hand instantly grabbed him, and the tentacles drilled out again, wrapping around Han Zhengyang's palm, and the flesh and blood where it touched quickly rotted.

His face turned pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Han Zhengyang did not move at all, watching these tentacles rot and flesh and blood, and then blend into them little by little.

"Ahh

Han Zhengyang's mouth let out a painful roar, and under the skin of his neck, black veins appeared, spreading all the way up, and finally all over his face.

His eyes became scarlet at this moment, and in the struggle and fear, there was a sense of rage and destruction.

"No!"

"That's not it!"

Han Zhengyang staggered, trying to tear the severed hand off, but it had merged into the flesh and became one with him. The desire to destroy hit his mind, and his consciousness continued to blur, and he had already predicted his final outcome - being manipulated by a severed hand, becoming a walking corpse that only knew how to kill and destroy.

But, why is this happening?

The Frost Sword Sect has guarded it for countless years, and has been waiting for countless years of opportunity, just to get the seal and break through the limit of heaven and man on the sword cultivator.

But in the end, I waited for such an ending.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Han Zhengyang let out a last terrible roar, fell to the ground with a "bang", and his body twitched twice from time to time, and he could clearly hear the roar of flesh and bone coming from his body.

A moment later, Han Zhengyang's body floated up from the ground on its own. The black texture on his face had disappeared now, but those eyes were a little more scarlet than before.

It is like a bloody abyss, representing endless destruction, which can devour everything between heaven and earth.

Raising his left hand, he glanced down, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. This carrier is not bad, the only pity is that it is actually a man.

Frowning, Han Zhengyang raised his hand and pulled it down, and with a "crackling" sound, blood suddenly stained his lower robe.

Han Zhengyang's face did not change, and he exhaled and his brows stretched, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Rubbing two handfuls on his chest, he stepped out, bleeding all the way, leaving a string of bloody footprints on the ground.

Out of the grotto in the belly of the mountain, Han Zhengyang waved his sleeves and untied the big array outside the mountain, the sword cultivation of the Frost Sword Sect, which had already been in chaos, was anxious outside the sword peak like ants on a hot pot.

Seeing that the sword array was unraveled, his face was happy, but in the next moment, he fell into a stiffness.

At first glance, they saw the fourteen corpses outside the Sword Peak, their expressions were extremely painful, and they had fallen to the ground and had become dried corpses—looking at their clothes, they were the fourteen elders in the Ancestor Hall whose soul lamps had suddenly gone out.

Then, I saw it again, the sect master with blood flowing from his lower body and eyes red like hellish demons, staring at them with a strange smile.

"Zong...... Suzerain...... What the hell happened?" said a Sword Sect elder who had survived with a pale face.

Han Zhengyang smiled slightly, "This sect is a little hungry, so I fill my stomach with them, but unfortunately I haven't eaten enough yet, what do you say I should do?"

The elder's eyes widened, and his expression was furious, "The sect master has fallen into a demon! everyone, exit the Sword Peak immediately......" His words were only half-spoken.

Poof-

The sound of flesh and blood tearing clearly reached everyone's ears, and Han Zhengyang's figure appeared in front of the elder, holding a beating heart in his hand.

Blood, from the wound on the opposite chest, spurted out desperately, soaking Han Zhengyang's body, and blood dripped down the corners of his clothes.

Raising his hand and taking a bite hard, Han Zhengyang chewed sweetly, with a satisfied face. A beating heart, just three bites and two bites, fell into the abdomen.

"Run!"

"The Sect Master is crazy!"

"Quick, open the sword formation and block the main peak!"

Frost

The Sword Sect is in turmoil.

Han Zhengyang licked the corners of his mouth, the blood stained, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and with a "snap" sound, the Frost Sword Sect Great Array completely blocked the inside and outside.

"What are you running, this sect hasn't eaten yet, you all come over to me!"

With a cruel laugh, Han Zhengyang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a Frost Sword Sect sword cultivator fell directly into his hand. Biting him on the neck, "Goo Dong" "Goo Dong" swallowed in his throat, this sword cultivator who screamed in pain became a dried corpse after a few breaths.

Throwing it away, he reached out and grabbed a sword cultivator, repeating the previous action.

"My Frost Sword Sect, the hard work of the ancestors of the past generations, is destroyed today!"

"Han Zhengyang, wake up quickly! Otherwise, you will be the eternal sinner of the Frost Sword Sect!"

"The sect master is completely crazy, ask for help, quickly ask the sword master for help!"

Devouring more than a dozen sword cultivators in a row, Han Zhengyang threw away the dried corpse, and a very cheerful smile appeared on his face. That's right, it's this kind of taste, the wailing and screaming of the sword cultivators, combined with the sweet and delicious flesh and blood, is simply a great enjoyment.

But the efficiency of this is too low.

Han Zhengyang opened his blood-red eyes and swept over the sword cultivators who had nowhere to escape in the Frost Sword Sect, revealing a strange smile.

"Today, none of you can escape!"

He raised his hand and spread his arms, and countless blood-colored sword shadows flew out of his body with a roar, chasing and killing the fleeing Frost Sword Sect Sword Cultivator.

Poof-

A sword cultivator was pierced through the chest by the sword shadow, and in an instant, the whole person was plundered of all his flesh and blood, turned into a dried corpse, and fell to the ground heavily. The sword shadow that broke through the chest was obviously more condensed, and the scarlet became deeper and deeper.

"Hahahaha!"

"Eat, eat!"

"Babies, all the sword cultivators in front of you are your sacrifices!"

Han Zhengyang laughed wildly, echoing in the heavens and the earth.

......

Outside the Sword Prison.

The sword breath erupted like a tide, and the face of the Dongshan Sword Master, whose face sank like water, suddenly changed his face.

After a slight hesitation, he turned over his hand and took out a piece of communication jade slip, and his divine thoughts probed into it.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, revealing horror.

Glancing at Qin Yu, the Dongshan Sword Lord turned around and left, instantly turning into a sword shadow and rushing into the sky. This scene made all the sword cultivators outside the Sword Prison who were looking forward to the apex of the Great Dao in their hearts almost break their waists.

If it weren't for the strong strength of the Dongshan Sword Master and his bad temper, he would have been scolded a long time ago. What do you mean by the dog? We've been waiting here for so long, and we've brewed these emotions, and you don't say hello and leave!

Of course, the truth has just been said, and this idea is just a matter of thinking.

All the sword cultivators knew very well that the face of the Dongshan Sword Master changed greatly, and he left directly without hesitation, something big must have happened.

But now in Yanran Mountain, is there anything more important than the Sword Prison being out of control?

Well...... Looking at the direction where the Dongshan Sword Lord went just now, it seemed to be the location of the Frost Sword Sect.

And since the opening of the Sword Prison, not a single heavyweight sword cultivator from the Frost Sword Sect has come, which is not normal in itself.

Could it be that something happened to the Frost Sword Sect?

This thought just flashed through everyone's hearts, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air sounded "boom" above the head, like countless thunderbolts exploding.

The wind and lightning all the way distorted and severed the space, forming a straight and visible trace.

"Mixed Yuan Sword Master!"

"That's right, only the Mixed Yuan Sword Technique can open up a spatial passage and achieve the purpose of rushing quickly. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Without waiting for everyone, he came back to his senses from the scene of the Mixed Yuan Sword Master's rapid sweeping, and the sword roared again. This time, it was a faint purple that instantly pierced the sky above the head and disappeared without a trace.

In terms of movement, it is not as good as the Mixed Yuan Sword Master, but the speed is a few points faster. After a long distance, you can still feel the sword breath released from it.

"Purple Illusion Sword Master!"

Outside the Sword Prison, there was a deathly silence.

The three sword masters rushed to the same time

Where the Frost Sword Sect was, coupled with the eagerness and anxiety they expressed.

Something has happened, something must have happened!

Qin Yu raised his head and looked at the direction of the three sword masters, his eyes flickered slightly.

It's her!

Although there was not much contact, it was regarded as only one face, but the nephrite was full of warm fragrance, and they hugged it for a while, and Qin Yu was still somewhat familiar with Fei Fei's breath.

Although it was far away, this aura was now really strong and violent, and he still noticed some traces.

"Meat, I know you're here, what's going on? Now that I have time, explain quickly. ”

Qin Yu lowered his voice.

After a short pause, a calm voice sounded in his ears, "Big White Goose...... Well, it's Bai Feifei, she is now taking revenge. ”

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows, "Go on." ”

Flesh said lightly: "You should already know that there is no Emperor Realm sword cultivation in this heaven and earth, and the threshold of heaven and man is like a moat, keeping all sword cultivation out." And Bai Feifei is the reason why this moat exists in the world. ”

Qin Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, not to say it, but to say it, there are a lot of things, there are too many things contained in these few words. Bai Feifei is her real name, as for the big white goose...... Qin Yu's mind flashed, the dazzling scene of whiteness, secretly scolded to find death, and quickly pressed it down.

It is not a secret that the Dao of Sword Cultivation was cut off in front of the gate of Heaven and Man. But the root cause is actually because of Bai Feifei, which is very scary.

"Can you explain more in detail?"

Flesh - Dao: "To put it simply, some people a long time ago, in order to break the sword cultivation moat, killed Bai Feifei at a great price...... Well, this statement is not accurate, because Bai Feifei had no way to be killed at that time. Therefore, she was dismembered and suppressed separately in this world, in different places. ”

"Back then, it was I who was responsible for suppressing her severed hand, who chose the place of Yanran Mountain, and conveniently founded the Open Heaven Sword Sect, so that they could guard the seal for generations. Later, I didn't pay much attention to it, and then you will find out. ”

Qin Yu rubbed his face vigorously, thinking to himself that your way of narrating is too large enough for a long time, and it is inevitably too sloppy. However, there are really a lot of things that Flesh and Meat give, such as her admission to the Open Heaven Sword Sect and the relationship between her and her.

The impostor of bullshit, the ancestors of the Founding Mountains are here, and his identity as the inheritor of the Open Heaven Sword Sect is, of course, so true that it can't be true.

"Frost Sword Sect ......"

Rourou-Dao: "Back then, when Bai Feifei broke his hand, they also made efforts and noticed some problems. ”

Qin Yu said: "So this time the Sword Prison is out of control, it was done by the Frost Sword Sect, the purpose is to get the seal in the core layer of the Sword Prison, that is, the broken hand?"

Meat-said: "It's okay to say that." "She is in it, and she also contributes, but Qin Yu probably doesn't like it very much, she does these things.

Meat meat is not mentioned.

But in fact, Qin Yu was aware of it, and there was a hint of complexity on his face, and he sighed, "I suspect now that the Frost Sword Sect's great tribulation today was also a flaw deliberately left by you back then. ”

Flesh is silent.

And silence, at this moment, represents acquiescence.

Back then, Bai Feifei was suppressed and dismembered, which had a great impact and deterrence on the immortals. Rou Rou deliberately made the Frost Sword Sect Ancestor who participated in this matter aware of the existence of the severed hand and the meaning it represented. I hope that in the future, maybe through them, Bai Feifei's severed hand can be released.

After all, compared to the struggle between the longer species, the confrontation between heaven and earth is the real great terror.

Qin Yu smiled bitterly, he suddenly felt that he was still too tender, and someone else's bureau might be tens of thousands of years. For example, the Frost Sword Sect, suffered such a catastrophe today, I am afraid that when the sect is destroyed, I don't know who calculated it.

It's terrifying!

"I'm going to have a bit of a mess of brains, so just tell me, what do I do next?"

Rourou's tone was calm, "Turn the tide and be the savior of Yanran Mountain." ”