The Netherworld Ghost Fire, from an unknown space, once ignited, will incinerate all living beings into bones, the ghost fire burns the body, destroys the soul, destroys the seven spirits, and cannot be extinguished.

Xuan Jiu really changed color, he couldn't shake off the halberd at all, the halberd seemed to grow in the palm of his hand, the dark blue and green flames burned, and swept along the halberd shaft.

"Ant-like things, die. The Creation Venerable roared, and Netherworld Fire erupted from his bones, burning his flesh and blood, leaving only a pitch-black skeleton, cold and cold.

"The song of "Eternal Life" is incomplete, even if it is Yi Zhixuan, if there is no complete qin song, it is in vain. "The old people in the void feel sad, and "Eternal Life" comes to an abrupt end at a critical moment, which is too sudden, and the result is doomed to be tragic.

"The vain and invisible ghost fire also wants to burn me. Xuan Jiu shouted angrily, the ghost fire burned on him, and his skin was ignited, but he didn't care, he raised his knife and slashed towards the Creation Saint Venerable, and the Thunder War Knife shattered inch by inch on the top of the Creation Saint Venerable's head.

"That's it. The Creation Venerable opened his skull mouth, and in the midst of a strange laugh, a ghost fire erupted from his mouth, burning into the sky, and rushing towards the only pure land.

The space was silent, in absolute tranquility, the blue clothes seemed to be unaware of anything, very calm, and his fingertips hung above the guqin for a long time, as if he was contemplating, and finally, the hands fell, and the white fingers plucked the strings.

Clang!

The sound of the piano is like a small stream flowing through the green bamboo forest, tinkling, melodious, and the sound of the piano is like a big river passing through the desert, disappearing silently unconsciously, and it is like a peacock flying high in the nine heavens, crying proudly.

Xuanjiu's body shook, the Netherworld Ghost Fire was rushed away, exploded into regular fragments, he grabbed the halberd, reflexively threw the halberd out, and flew towards the Creation Saint Venerable like a harpoon, he also strode to follow, lifting the knife and slashing again.

"How could it be, "Eternal Life" was incomplete, how could he continue to play, it was only if he composed the overture, or found the other half of the score. "The former powerhouse couldn't believe that only Yi Zhixuan had played this remnant song for 10,000 years, could he still compose an overture.

This qin song is called the fairy song, the overture of the heavenly way. The legend comes from the underworld, and suddenly one day it appeared, bringing a legend that was once played by generations of emperors.

In the past, the Nanling Emperor and the Wushuang Emperor all played this immortal song, but with the turnover of history, the score of this immortal song finally disappeared mysteriously.

After countless years, Shenzhou will be recreated, but there is only half a copy, and only Yi Zhixuan can play it.

Roar!

The Creation Saint Venerable roared, and the ghost mist in the sky shrank, turning into that ghostly vision again, and that vision was prostrate on the ground, like a high mountain, covering most of the Taishang Holy Land, and it roared at the Xuanjiu Hell.

Xuan Jiuming vomited blood, but did not retreat, his body exploded inch by inch, and blood spilled into the void. He is not the most holy, but only temporarily ascended to the holy realm with the help of "Eternal Life", although he transcends the shackles, he cannot be compared with the true holy of the Creation Saint.

In the tranquil and transparent pure land, colorful and colorful, the petals flutter in the air, and the sound of the piano rises in the air.

The sycamore tree has golden leaves, fat and wide, the sycamore tree is tall and burly, and it has been towering, and the eyelids of the people under the tree tremble, and they slowly opened the pair of starry eyes. There were undried tears in the corners of his eyes.

Yi Zhixuan got up, walked out of the Pure Land, pressed his palm in the void, the heavens and the earth changed color, the Qiankun was printed, and the Qiankun was reversed.

Rumble!

The recondensed vision shattered, the Creation Lord roared, and there were countless cracks on the surface of his pitch-black skeleton, which were still spreading at a slow rate as the Nether Fire burned.

"How is it possible, Yi Zhixuan, how can you still have the strength to spare. The Creation Saint Venerable was in disbelief, the ghostly fire in the skeleton's eyes was beating, and a skeleton made a click, as if it was about to shatter.

Xuan Jiuming fell to the ground from a high altitude, he was seriously injured by eighty-one injuries, his bones were broken, and if it weren't for the overture of "Eternal Life", he would have been unable to hold on.

The Most Holy is powerful, immeasurable, and his wounds cannot be reversed.

"No injury!" Yi Zhixuan muttered softly, his blue clothes were raised, his long soft hair was stirring, his body curled up, but there was no expression of pain, and he was still very calm.

The body of the Creation Venerable exploded, bone fragments filled the void, and Nether Ghost Fire erupted from the cracks, blazing.

"No way, you can't break my puppet body, or be seriously injured. The Creation Venerable roared, and the fragmented ghost mist condensed, sticking to his wound, and the wound healed.

"Grab the gods!"

Yi Zhixuan closed his eyes, and a bright avenue appeared under his feet, the glow was misty, the road was a rule, and it was a big scale to measure. Yi Zhixuan stood at one end of the road, and at the other end stood the Creation Saint Venerable.

That path of light was like a rocker, the end where Yi Zhixuan was located was raised, and the end where the Creation Venerable was standing descended.

The Creation Venerable was frozen, watching everything in horror, but he couldn't change the ending, his divine soul was slashed by countless knives, it had cracked, and black light burst out from the cracks.

"How is it possible, Yi Zhixuan is obviously very weak, but why is he still so easy to subdue the Creation Saint Venerable, is he really so strong that there is no boundary. A young hero was horrified and dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Burning to the Holy Origin, reaching the peak strength, after the next battle, he was injured and injured, and then injured the Origin, almost useless, maybe he can't make any progress in this life. The old man understood the reason, sighed, and felt a little sympathetic.

A generation of leaders, representing an era in China, is helplessly forced to burn the source, which is really sad.

"Slash!"

Yi Zhixuan calmly opened his eyes, looked at the Creation Saint Venerable, and walked from one side of the light path to the other end step by step, countless rules formed a sharp blade, piercing into the Creation Saint Venerable's sea of knowledge.

Rumble!

The Divine Soul of the Creation Saint Venerable exploded, the sea of consciousness collapsed, the ghost fire in his eyes began to dim, the ghost fire faded, the skin and flesh reappeared on the bones, and even the original appearance of the Creation Saint Venerable was restored.

This is a very handsome young man, black armor covers every inch of his skin, making him look more powerful, with thick black hair, no impurities, like black amber in a smooth cloth. At this moment, this Shenwu young man's face was full of incredulity.

He burst into laughter, and the space shook. Laughing enough, he looked at Yi Zhixuan with a smile, and vomited blood in his mouth.

"Why, why can't I defeat you, you can burn the source, I can also burn the source. The Creation Venerable roared, and the Nether Flame burned again, rising into the air, his handsome face pale and distorted.

"The soul is broken, you go quietly!" Yi Zhixuan muttered Sanskrit sound, slowly covered his hand, shrouded the top of the head of the Creation Holy Venerable, he did not have any momentum, his black hair was tied around his waist, and he danced wildly without wind.

Rumble!

The Creation Venerable knelt on one knee, his body trembled, his legs strained, trying to stand up, not wanting to prostrate on the soles of Yi Zhixuan's feet to worship.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, you are easy to be unjust, don't blame me for being too ruthless. The Creation Venerable suddenly laughed wildly, and he opened his hands and raised them above his head, as if he was worshipping the gods, and his expression was fanatical.

Rumble!

The space shattered, the large array arranged by the old man collapsed, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire burst out of the space, with no fixed place, and could burn anywhere without roots.

"Oh no, this madman, he wants to refine all of us and reshape our souls. The ogre who was refining Wannian Zhi changed color, he put away the original stone, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly walked into the space, behind him was full of ghostly fire, which could not be burned at all.

The flames kept burning with the old man, and the ogre threw out the gluttonous ding, crossing the void, and I don't know how many miles he walked out, he could already see the big stars, as if he was out of Shenzhou, and the old man stopped.

"This kind of obscure thing, if it is touched, will pollute the avenue, and it cannot be removed by ordinary means, which is really troublesome. The old man seemed to be explaining, and he stepped into the gluttonous ding, returned to the Taishang Holy Land, threw out a strong man with his sleeves, and was out of breath.

The dawn of the east breaks, and the bright red hangs on the mountain, like an ink painting, beautiful and tranquil, poetic and picturesque.

The halberd pierced through the heart of the Creation Saint Venerable, he knelt on one knee, the halberd rod was on the ground, and the wind blew his black hair, and the tips of his hair fell in a pool of blood and coagulated into lumps.

Yi Zhixuan's blue clothes were covered with wounds, and he held a woman in red in his arms, sitting on the top of Changming Pagoda, looking at the sky.

Xuan Jiuming was lying in the ruins, looking at the morning light in the sky, and happened to see the two figures on the top of the Changming Tower. He was still vomiting blood from his mouth, and the blood was dripping on his messy hair, and he laughed, "I said that if you want to slaughter the saints, you can slaughter the saints, and what about the most holy." ”

The entire Taishang Holy Land was almost in ruins, and the high-rise buildings of Xianque were destroyed in one fell swoop, leaving many ruins, and most of the strong people were simply taken away by the ogre, otherwise they would also fall into the hands of the Creation Holy Venerable.

The wind is blowing, the cracks in the sky are restored, the sky is blue, the sky is cloudless, and the blue is not impurities, as if the pieces of blue crystal are carefully inlaid in the sky.

"Seniors. Jimo walked towards Yi Zhixuan, followed by hundreds of strong men, these monks were loyal to Yi Zhixuan or Ning Caiwei, and their loyalty remained unchanged in the original seizure of power.

Yi Zhixuan raised his head, looked at Jimo, and after a long time, raised his finger and returned the immortal essence of life into his liver.

The surging vitality washed away the hundred veins of Jimo's limbs, and the vitality Dao Yun became too strong, almost about to make the third turn, and half of the vitality of a supreme saint, although most of it was crossed to the red clothes, the remaining vitality was also immeasurable.

"Have you cultivated the Void Seal?" Yi Zhixuan spoke, and then lowered his head and continued to look at the woman in his arms, full of doting.

At this moment, this woman is like a newborn baby, her big eyes are like a piece of black jade, all innocent, without any impurities, full of curiosity about the world, her lips are ruddy, moist, and she doesn't say a word, just staring at everyone with big eyes.

"Yes. Jimo nodded, full of respect.

"The Void Seal is divided into twelve seals, I left seven seals back then, you get four, today I will pass on the remaining eight seals to you, and then pass on the three hands of your five heaven-shaking styles, how much you can appreciate, is your creation. The breeze rose and blew Yi Zhixuan's black hair, intertwined with the hair of the woman in his arms.

"Thank you, seniors. "Jimo kneels on the ground, respectfully bows and bows, this is a great grace of karma, if the general strong are not masters and apprentices, they will not pass on the mastery to outsiders at all.

"The two of you are also here, and this law is passed on to three people. Yi Zhixuan shook his head and looked at Taishang Forgetfulness and Demon Yifei.

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Let's change the upload time, there are too many things these days, and the plan is disrupted. The time is at 7:00 p.m. (first shift), 22:00 pm (second shift), and the next chapter is at 7:00 pm.