It was like an endless sea of blood, and endless red mist suddenly gushed out from the ghost abyss!

From a distance, it was as if a sea of blood was gushing out, staining the entire sky red.

The red mist rolled and swept away frantically into the distance.

The two figures rolled in the red mist, and quickly rushed towards the direction of Sword Casting City.

Burst!

Between the two figures, the sound of swords and swords and axes and halberds was faintly heard.

The person in front of him was dressed in a black robe, which concealed everything inside, except for a pair of yin owl eyes.

These eyes are incomparably gloomy, and at this time, they are even more angry, and what is even more terrifying is that the depths of these eyes are even more strange and jealous.

There was a muffled snort, but it was an existence behind him that slashed down, although the black-robed man snorted, but he sacrificed a platform and quickly fled!

Hum - the black-robed man quickly disappeared into the local area, and when he reappeared, it was already a hundred miles away, he didn't say a word, he sped up, and rushed towards the Sword Casting City as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hmph, although you are strong, if you want to trap the old man, it is impossible!" the black-robed man said with a smile.

However, at this moment, the expression on the black-robed man's face changed greatly, and endless fear burst out of his eyes.

I saw a phantom figure stepping out directly in the void, stretching out the ghostly claws, and grabbing directly at the black-robed man.

"Ahh

With a loud roar, the figure of the black-robed man collapsed directly into the void.

But as soon as the breeze turned, something even stranger appeared, and a black shadow appeared again on a stone on the ground, and without saying a word, he flew away into the distance.

The rolling red mist rolled, and the phantom followed closely.

This is an extremely terrifying existence, the black-robed man is an existence in the late Yuan Infant period, which can be described as extremely powerful!

But it was such a big man in the late Yuan Infant period, but he was lightly grabbed by this white phantom submerged in the red mist, and his body collapsed.

What's even more terrifying is that there is an extremely terrifying aura around this white phantom, an unyielding killing intent that soars into the sky!

"Goo-goo-"

The blood mist in the sky rolled, and suddenly this white phantom appeared, but it was hair-grabbing!

It's a dry bone, and it's a ghost!

What kind of existence is still so strong after death?

I don't know how many years this dry bone has been dead, and the flesh has long been weathered, leaving only the faint white bones.

But the years are ruthless, and now the white bones are covered with layers of palpitating red hair!

The red mist was like blood, and it was the red hair that flew in the wind, and it was like a red mist.

This being, seeing the black-robed man rushing away.

Without saying a word, the red hair rolled up and chased after him!

The situation is extremely weird, this red-haired dry bone can be said to have been dead for countless years, but recently it has been running towards the black-robed man.

The distance of 100,000 miles, for the existence of these two statues, is only half a day.

...

The old turtle crouched on Ji Fei's shoulder, and at this time he was even more shocked: "It's been a long time, this killing machine is not gone, and what is even more terrifying is that this killing machine is getting closer and closer to Sword Casting City!"

This morning there was a short chapter, and it was delivered at 9 p.m.

Ji Fei was silent, but his expression was extremely vigilant.

Although half a day had passed, the monks at the head of the Sword Forging City had not only not decreased, but had gathered more and more, quietly waiting for the approach of that qi machine.

No one wants to go to explore, because there may be a glimmer of life in the Sword Forging City, and there is naturally a large protective array in the city as Zuihou's line of defense.

"It's coming!"

Suddenly, I saw a sea of blood rising from the flat ground, and a billowing red mist rolled in, rushing towards the Sword Casting City.

Brush!

But in the blink of an eye, the first thing that caught the eyes of the monks was a black-robed man.

"Brother Nantian, save me!"

This person was in a state of embarrassment at this time, the blood stained the black robe, and what was even more terrifying was that one arm disappeared without a trace, and was twisted and swallowed by the red hair and dry bones!

A sword roar, a sword momentum, suddenly slashed down from the city!

A man in white, with a clear outline, like a knife, frowned, and the big sword in his hand slashed out.

Woo - the color of the monks changed, and the person who came was Jian Nantian, who sent out a blow from the monks of the late Yuan Infant period.

However, this slash directly slashed at the body of the red-haired dry bone, perhaps it should be said that the red-haired dry bone did not dodge at all.

Burst!

This slash slashed on the red-haired dry bones, but it seemed to be directly annihilated in the endless black hole, without the slightest effect.

Whoa—a wolf's howl, but it was the red-haired bones that let out a roar!

It's terrible!

This roar seemed to startle the giant Lang, and a spiritual power fluctuation directly stirred up in the void.

Whining!

In this fluctuation, it was as if ten thousand dragons roared and swept towards the city, ah--its power had not yet arrived, but there were many monks at the head of the city who directly collapsed and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

This red-haired dry bone is really terrifying, even a roar seems to contain endless power.

Ji Fei looked at this fluctuation, his eyes were extremely jealous, he wiped the storage bag, and suddenly the meridian appeared and was put on his head.

At the same time, he directly put on a gossip map.

The fluctuations rushed out, although Ji Fei was undamaged, but this qi Lang still pushed Ji Fei's body out hundreds of zhang!

A deep furrow bloomed in the ground, and it was time to stop.

Burst!

Ji Fei vomited blood, and more monks were directly annihilated, and their bodies collapsed.

It's horrible...

The red-haired dry bones are not something that the monks can resist at the moment.

I'm afraid that this blow can destroy half of the Sword Casting City!

Airplanes!

Suddenly, countless altars were sacrificed around the Sword Casting City, on which dragon candles were lit, and the flames were faint, as if they were about to burn half of the sky.

This is the essence of Sword Casting City, this Ten Thousand Dragons Candle Flame Array, but it is extremely terrifying, annihilating and dissolving that terrifying fluctuation!

But there was a hurricane directly in the city, and countless pavilions and pavilions were blown away.

What kind of existence is this?

This is a catastrophe in Sword Casting City, and some living old people seem to remember the storm that Ji Fei rolled up a few years ago.

It can only be said that the current disaster is more than enough.

The red-haired dry bones were not sane, and when they saw so many monks, for a while, they actually stood in the void, stunned and in a daze.

From its altar, strange fluctuations were heard......

But the monks could clearly feel this emotion.

"Die... Both... Dead—"

The red-haired dry bones seemed to be muttering alone, it stood in the void, alone in a daze, and the spiritual platform emitted such divine consciousness fluctuations.

The spiritual platform is in the center of the monk's eyebrows, and it is also where the sea of divine consciousness is located, which is extremely mysterious.

The red-haired and dry bones constantly exuded such demonic divine consciousness fluctuations, and for a while, the place also returned to its previous silence.

It's just that the silence overwhelms the monks!

The monks were stunned, "Dead, who is dead?"

"This is a resentful spirit! the dry bones are not destroyed, the divine consciousness in the spirit platform has long been wiped out, and only resentment remains!" Jian Nantian said in a cold voice, although there was a hurricane blowing in the Sword Casting City, it could not hurt the foundation of the Sword Sect at all.

"Fellow Daoist, you've caused a big trouble for the deity!" Jian Nantian looked at the black-robed man beside him who was still dripping blood.

"It's just an accident, but Jihua has to do it in advance, and his growth is really terrifying. The black-robed man snorted coldly, and then ran into the distance!

Jian Nantian's eyes were suddenly, he looked at the red-haired dry bones, and sighed, "For the sake of the first Dao weapon Gu Yue Sword of this sect, the old man is sorry for you again, Chen'er!"

...

"Resentful spirit?!" The monks were stunned for a while, no one thought that this incomparably powerful existence was actually a resentful spirit, so how terrifying it would be in its lifetime.

"Dead, all dead—" The divine consciousness fluctuated constantly, but the monks felt it inexplicably in their hearts, and they felt the slightest bitterness and sorrow, and they were sentimental!

"Who the hell is dead-" The atmosphere was so strange that this divine consciousness fluctuation could affect the minds of all the monks.

A monk roared loudly.

Unexpectedly, a miracle appeared, the red-haired dry bones seemed to have temporarily regained their clarity, but at this time, there was a fluctuation of divine consciousness that shocked all the monks.

"Die... Now, the sea...... They're all dead!"

All the monks were horrified, and they were all dead!

What does this mean?

Could it be that all the people in the sea are dead... It's terrifying.

One after another divine consciousness fluctuations came, but this divine consciousness fluctuation eventually became very unstable, as if it was about to be cut off.

"Whew-" The red-haired dry bones let out an angry roar, and the clear mental fluctuations in his eyes were no longer there.

Brush!

A white ghost claw grabbed directly at the monks on the head of the city, poof, a terrifying explosion sounded, and countless monks were distracted, turning into a cloud of blood mist and dissipating in the void.

"This terrifying red-haired resentful spirit is too terrifying, and no monk can resist it at the moment!"

However, fortunately, there was a peerless array outside the Sword Casting City, otherwise, this terrifying resentful spirit would be able to refine half of the Sword Casting City with a single grasp.

Ten Thousand Dragons Candle Flame Array!

Outside the head of the Sword Casting City, a series of altars floated, and a dragon candle was faintly lit on the altar, and a little spark almost burned half of the sky.

Boom - The red-haired resentful spirits are too terrifying, but a large array of cities can't withstand the attacks of several resentful spirits.

Airplanes!

The great array is about to be shattered, the light curtain cannot be maintained, the city is about to be broken, and when the time comes, the situation is critical.

Because this is a resentful spirit full of unyielding killing intent, all that is left in its eyes is endless killing, and there is nothing else.

It can be said that killing is the only support for this resentful spirit.

Such an existence, even if you think about it, you feel palpitations.

An existence that has been dead for many years, and after death, the killing intent is not extinguished, and it has undergone a mutation, turning into a resentful spirit, existing in Shijie, which no longer belongs to him.

Click!

A clearly visible crack appeared on the top of the city protection array, and the ghost fire above the dragon candle was even more dim and dark, faintly extinguished.

"Amitabha, do evil!"

A voice came from the sky, and this voice was incomparably desolate and poignant.

"Fellow Daoist, you should have left this shijie a long time ago and entered the earth for peace, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

The two figures were like smoke, and in the blink of an eye, they had already appeared at the head of Sword Casting City