Shen Lian thought in his heart that the other party seemed to recognize the two sword intents he had obtained from the Yuan Qing Patriarch and Ye Liuyun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yuan Tu and Ah Bi are the true origins of the two sword intents, he remembered the sea of Shura blood that he saw when the sword intent of the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty descended on him in the past, maybe he had to find time to enter the sea of Shura blood again and see the so-called Shura clan.

"Do you want to leave now? Shen Lian didn't answer yes or no, but just said a sentence that broke the idea of the Underworld.

Styl Luo clenched the magic knife, the magic knife was as black as ink, but his hands were very white, the whole person was like an abyss, and his face was unwavering.

He said lightly: "So what?"

Where the knife is there, there are infinite possibilities. Even if Shen Lian is powerful, he doesn't hesitate to fight, and if he can get out of Shen Lian's spiritual world today, which reverses the true and false, he can truly manipulate the demonic nature, get rid of the shackles of the demon knife, turn the demonic nature into divinity, return from the demon, and touch the realm of heaven and man.

The demonic nature of the magic knife in Hades' hands was also stimulated, like a great river rushing, uncontrollable, and at the same time giving birth to a subtle tremor, which then drove Hades, so that the two were combined into one, and people were knives, and knives were humans, and there was no difference.

It was as if the magic knife also felt the danger of life and death now, and the demonic nature began to be urged with all its might, and the evil aura dyed the entire space with a layer of light ink.

Styl took a step forward, his figure standing tall as a mountain.

"I killed people when I was three years old, learned swords at the age of seven, and succeeded in three years, among the emperors, all under the age of twenty, there was no resistance, after the age of ten changed to practice the sword, at the age of twenty, I arrived alone in the sea of blood of Shura, a lonely sail entered the depths of the sea of blood, and the masters of the Shura clan fought a total of seven hundred and twenty-three battles, enough to survive thirty-seven times, and then turned to the world, ten swings and ten decisions, today I see the foot, I know that all the success and failure in the past are insignificant, even if I can slaughter millions of living beings, it is not as good as breaking your hair to make me proud. ”

Shen Lian didn't interrupt him, and waited quietly for him to finish this paragraph, not because he was holding it up, but because he was absolutely confident in himself, and accurately grasped every change in the spirit of the underworld from beginning to end.

The sword of the Hades is one, and the momentum is outward, but its own spiritual power is becoming more and more restrained, and the demonic nature in the knife enters the deepest combination, giving birth to a power between the virtual and the real.

The reason why it is void is because although this space is no different from the outside world, in the final analysis, it is a heavenly magic domain built with spiritual power.

The mind has infinite possibilities, and Hades is not only bound here, but also able to break the shackles of the real world, and go further, touch ~ to a level that he has never touched.

And this surging illusory power can also affect reality.

However, Shen Lian's understanding of the Great Dream Heart Sutra and Heavenly Magic can only surpass him from the old Taoist priest and Yanxu at the beginning, this is a dream, Daqian may also be a dream, he is free between illusion and reality, and he is content.

Shen Luo deeply realized Shen Lian's unpredictability, his momentum continued to rise, but it was difficult to vent.

This kind of depression was something he had never encountered in his life, and he didn't believe that he couldn't even get a knife, so he waved the magic knife in his hand with difficulty.

The sword skyrocketed, full of thousands of feet, like a roll of heaven.

However, the fog of the void around Shen Lian became more and more dense, giving birth to ~ blood, and the sword intent of Yuan Tu and Ah Bi was like Tai Chi that differentiated yin and yang in Shen Lian's heart, entangled together.

Shen Lian, who was tranquil and quiet, suddenly gathered the blood-colored mist around him, forming a red-black Tai Chi, blocking Shen Lian's body.

The knife poured down, like a boundless falling wood, endless summer canal, rushing down, and finally crashed into the red and black Taiji.

The red and black yin and yang fish are intertwined with each other and run.

It's like a huge grinding disc that grinds away the sword.

Shen Lian on the stone bridge suddenly moved, his right hand turned into a sword finger, and he looked into the void next to him.

Stygian Luo Deng felt that he was peeled away from the combination with the magic knife, and the sword in the distance was completely eliminated by the Taiji grinding disk, and there was a trembling sound, Shen Lian had a pitch-black knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the demonic nature that was invincible in the past restrained his arrogance at this time.

Shen Lian smiled slightly: "You don't understand the devil, even if the magic knife is in your hand, you can't comprehend the real 'god' of the demons." ”

This "god" in the demon refers to the "god" and the "god" that is clear.

At this point, it can be called from the Demon Dao to the Heavenly Dao, so that it is truly ever-changing, unrestrained, and every battle will be full of infinite possibilities.

Hatara didn't retort, "You get it." ”

Because then he saw something that he would never forget, and the original quiet and pleasant aura of the other party suddenly changed, and he became unscrupulous and ignored everything.

If King Xia is in heaven and on earth, he is the only one, then the person opposite now is blind and despises everything, and nothing in the sky or on the earth can enter his eyes.

Nothing but himself is worth mentioning.

Hatara had never been afraid, but now it was.

Because this person is not only powerful, but also ignorant and unscrupulous, you never know what he is going to do, or that everything is a game in his eyes.

This is the devil, the unscrupulous devil.

Shen Lian is still the same Shen Lian, but now he understands the state of mind of the original Yanxu and explores the way of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

The magic knife in his hand can be used as the best carrier of the demonic nature that he has bred due to the simulation of the void, so that he will not be disturbed by the demonic nature.

It is also a knife, Shen Lian's knife has lost any change, but it is not a straight knife, to be exact, this is a 'one' knife.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

This 'one' is the Dao, the true Demon Dao, from which countless magic can evolve, but the source can be traced back to this 'one'.

Shen Lian suddenly had a realization that he could create a masterful sword technique, fusing the killing and ferocity of Ah Bi and Yuan Tu into this 'one' knife.

This is a knife that can really slaughter immortals and destroy gods, and he also has this kind of background of transferring flowers and jade.

Under a single sword, everything turns to ashes.

None of this existed, and the 'one' knife fell entirely on Hades.

It's just falling on the outside world, everything is still unchanged, Shenluo is looking at the banyan tree on the opposite bank, the flowing water is rattling, and the ancestral hall is not far away, like a ferocious beast lurking.

But after a long time, the Stygian remained motionless.

At this time, Shen Lian had already left the ancestral hall and walked to the bustling street.

He swung out that knife, and there were still all kinds of flavors left in his heart, and he finally knew one thing, it turned out that Yanxu was not completely extinct, the mystery of heavenly magic went beyond life and death, and Yanxu was affecting him in another form.

He laughed and whispered to himself, "Dead is dead, why bother me." ”

(To be continued.) )