Soon, Han Yu's figure flashed continuously, and when his arm was raised slightly, a few more black rays covered the Sword Saint. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This black mang is the strange poisonous tail needle he obtained after fusing the nine-tailed earth scorpion, and it is displayed endlessly at this time, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

What the Sword Saint was afraid of was nothing more than Han Yu's mouthparts, and when he saw this move Ten Thousand Swords piercing his heart and killing him, he didn't care, and waved out several mysterious killing sword qi with his hand, wanting to stop these tail pins.

His dignified quasi-saint master, naturally he didn't have much defense against these hidden weapons that were not on the table, and Han Yu was a trick again, back and forth, even if a few fish slipped through the net this time, they fell on the sword saint. This inverted horse stake even Duobao Rulai, who has always been known for refining his body, has to suffer bitterly, not to mention that Han Yu's tail needle is not slightly stronger than that scorpion.

Hearing only a muffled snort, the Sword Saint's face turned white, and a pair of yin owls narrowed into a thin slit, "I didn't expect that even I had a time when I looked away." "In my heart, I secretly paid: devouring power, poison, it seems that this kid has not inherited the avenue of blood!

Since he knew that another innate god had been born in the sea of blood, Styx cared for this "brother", and even did not hesitate to share a part of the power in the sea of blood to help the other party grow. It's just that what he never expected was that this "brother" was born against the bones, and at the beginning of his awakening, he almost swept his lair, and almost didn't make him angry, but then the mosquito Dao people glanced at it in the gods, and disappeared mysteriously. Later, when I remembered this brother, it was when he was stuck in a bottleneck on the Blood Avenue. He had a preconceived idea, believing that Han Yu was also a spirit conceived by the Blood Sea like him, and had obtained another part of the inheritance of the Blood Dao.

In the Blood Dao Heavenly Palace, the Styx Ancestor had a complicated expression, he was also born in the sea of blood, and Han Yu's cultivation of the Dao Law made him feel a sense of urgency for no reason, and he finally made up his mind about the trip to the other world that he had been hesitant. Of course, this cheap brother took away his innate magic weapon, and the matter can't just be settled. His body is exactly the cultivation head, and he can't be separated, but it is easy to pass on the power to his corpse body in the air with his realm at the moment.

The doom of the tail needle was immediately eliminated under the effect of this power, and the Sword Saint said: "But no matter how many means you have, you will not be able to escape death today!"

As soon as the voice sounded, Han Yu felt that the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth was surging, and he was instantly imprisoned in the ground, and he was shocked into a cold sweat, and when he was about to open all the orifices in his body, the whirlpool of the dantian began to surge rapidly.

It's just that the power in his Devouring Realm is much worse than the vast and boundless Netherworld Blood Sea, and with the Styx Ancestor secretly helping him, Han Yudang has a feeling that he is about to explode.

The Sword Saint sneered and looked at Han Yu, who was gradually wrapped in blood mist, and sneered: Devouring power, it also depends on whether you have the one that you can swallow. The power of this Netherworld Blood Sea has long been thoroughly refined by the Styx Ancestor, and after countless years of polishing, the condensation is simply terrifying, and the devouring power in Han Yu's body is the origin power, which can be slightly resisted, but as the Styx Ancestor continues to secretly help, it is only a matter of time before he explodes and dies.

Although Han Yu is a master of the arts, his face is also pale at this time, and the pain and happiness he had earlier had completely turned into a dead soul.

In the Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Master frowned, others didn't know the origin of the blood-winged black mosquito, how could he not know, but the means and strength shown by Han Yu had long exceeded the ability of a Hongmeng fierce worm. He had secretly speculated about Han Yu's past no more time, but there seemed to be a fog shrouded in this guy, and he couldn't do anything. However, thinking of the grievances between this son and the Western Sect, and the whereabouts of the Turtle Spirit Virgin, he was relieved again, and this trouble should be left to those guys to have a headache.

Although the Holy Mother of Wudang wanted to skin Han Yu alive, the master's words still didn't dare, seeing that Han Yu couldn't hold on, the Holy Mother of Lishan, who was in Lishan, suddenly threw something and flew straight towards the sea of blood. The Styx Ancestor, who was transmitting his skills in the air, suddenly let out a cold snort: "Chaotian Chessboard!" After the chessboard fell, an illusory chess path was formed, isolating the sky over the sea of blood and blocking the way to pass on the skills to the Sword Saint. There is a loss of face in the matter of secretly passing on the merits, and he naturally will not compare the truth with the other party in a big way, not to mention the origin of this Our Lady of Lishan, he also knows that after being a god, the Holy Mother of God has advanced by leaps and bounds, even if he is a senior, he will be embarrassed, and this loss can only be swallowed in his stomach.

At this moment, Han Yu's pressure dropped sharply, and while the Sword Saint was slightly stunned, a blood mosquito spread its wings and had already flown out of the opponent's bloody power, and when he looked at it, he instantly understood the source of the Sword Saint's outburst.

"Fixed!" Xuan Zhi and Xuan fixed the two swords of Yuan Tu Ah Bi who were chasing and killed in mid-air, Han Yu sneered: "It turned out that the power of the sea of blood was mobilized!" This power is too strong, although he has no blessing to bear, but it is effortless to destroy it, and immediately adjust the collective internal fire aperture, one palm of the sun true fire, one palm of Nanming from the fire, and send it back to the blood river.

"Damn, I'll never die with you!" The endless blood shattered in the sun's true fire language Nan Ming's separation from the fire, which caught the Sword Saint by surprise. The power of the sea of blood can be turned into an endless blood god son, because every place in this sea of blood has the existence of his divine soul power, Han Yu burned it, and the power of the divine soul that had been destroyed made his heart tremble.

"Hehe, don't die, don't you do it, Lao Tzu will burn that sea of blood with a fire!" Looking at the frantic Sword Saint, Han Yu's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

It was the corners of the mouth of the Styx Ancestor who was full of fire, every bit of power in this sea of blood was in his heart, and Han Yu, who had already mastered the two top-level flames, was simply the nemesis of his fate.

"When the ancestor comes back from the ruins, tsk......t" With a strange smile, the Red Lotus Dao people who were already on standby in the realm of returning to the ruins stepped in without hesitation.

Seeing that the Sword Saint had a cold face and didn't say a word, Han Yu said again: "Hehe~ This is your strength, if that's the case, I don't think there's any need to spend it with you anymore!"

"Extinguish!" the Sword Saint was furious, Ah Nose flashed with a sad roar, the void shattered, and in the shock of countless people who were secretly watching this battle, Han Yu, who also had a cruel smile on his face, exploded.

But it was Han Yu who was in the middle of the fire, and hid it as early as when he got rid of the self-explosion crisis, and what was left outside was just a blood mosquito clone of him, and his clone was incomparably mysterious, even no matter how powerful his pupil technique was, he couldn't see through it at a glance.

"Old Mother Lishan!" The Sword Saint was furious, knowing that he wanted to find the whereabouts of the Blood Mosquito again and didn't know what year and month it was, and he hated the culprit who caused this series of reactions.

"What, you want to have a fight with the old student?" The Holy Mother of Li Shan appeared in front of the Sword Saint at some point, and raised the chessboard in his hand.

"Hmph!" The Sword Saint grimaced: Everything in the other world has a result, and I will meet you juniors again!