Qin Yi's face was like frost, and on the supreme artifact in his hand, countless turbid qi spread out, turning into countless black dragons with teeth and claws roaring to block the entire Sunless Peak.

The power of turbidity was pervasive, and the fairyland-like Sunless Peak was reduced to a demon domain under the power of turbidity, and countless pillars of light rose from the ground, and inside the pillar of light, a phantom demon crawled out with a howl.

Hong Xuangong suppressed his endless anger: "The disciples of the Hongmen obey the order and kill the evil and destroy the demons. "Yes. ”

Countless cold lights lit up, waving out the Dao Brilliant Practice, ice and fire intertwined and roared, ghostly shuttling with dazzling cold light This is the disciples of the Hongmen, inferior monsters are in their hands, only slaughter.

All the Hongmen disciples threw themselves into battle, and the blood was destined to be covered with the Sunless Peak.

Qin Yijue looked at all this coldly, and the coldness in his voice seemed to freeze everything: "Hong Xuangong, have you ever thought about today?"

The crutches in Hong Xuangong's hand rose with a little golden red light, which was disproportionate to his height, and the crutches in his hand were like a swimming dragon, and the staff pointed at the witch: "You escaped your life back then, and today I will get rid of your disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unrighteous disciple for Feiyue." ”

Qin Yijue seemed to be touched somewhere soft in his heart: "Shut up, if it weren't for the fact that you didn't know black and white, why did my master die so unclear, and there was any need for such a black and white upside-down world to exist, it would be better to turn into a demon prison." Sudden thunder, Youlan, slaughter all the Hongmen disciples for me, and I also want you to taste the pain of this annihilation. Qin Yijue's expression was cold, and his words were filled with a thick bloody aura.

Behind her, two black shadows flew out from above her head, striking at the Hongmen disciples with a cruel and hideous smile.

The Hongmen disciples, who are famous in the rivers and lakes, can't walk together in the hands of the two, and where they pass, they will bring up a blazing blood rain, which is the blood of the Hongmen disciples, with unwillingness and hope, and fall in a pool of blood formed by their blood.

Senior Brother Tiangang was pinched in his hand by Thunderbolt like a chicken, as if he remembered someone, Tiangang showed a smile, and then was beheaded by Thunder, and Senior Sister Jin Yan's long sword fell to the ground, her white clothes were stained with blood, and she fell with hope

Hong Xuangong's eyes were torn apart, and he watched his disciples fall one by one, their blood-stained white clothes. This day is destined to be a disaster for Hongmen.

Hong Xuangong changed his dying state, his white hair danced wildly, and the little vitality left in the burning rushed towards Qin Yijue, Qin Yijue's expression was cold, and nothing in the world could shake her cold heart. Since that day, her heart has died, and now she only has the thrill of revenge.

The Ghost Heavenly Sword waved, blooming with the divine power of the supreme artifact, slashing everything, countless turbidity turned into dragons and roared, and the crutch in Hong Xuangong's hand seemed to be about to burn.

The supreme artifact and the wooden crutch were intertwined, and instead of slashing into two as imagined, the sound of gold and stone flashed out, and sparks flew everywhere.

Kulei Youlan's eyes were full of bloodthirsty pleasure, and his hands were stained with blood, which was the blood of countless Hongmen disciples, and in front of them, except for the man who looked like an immortal, there was no Hongmen disciple standing.

"Huh" in the sky in the ink eagle hovering, on the sunless peak, there is blood all over the ground, the fairy-like man stands with his hands in his hands, stepping on a pool of blood, with a circle of ripples, like a demon fairy, his name - dustless.

Dressed in white and as white as snow, with three thousand black hairs moving with the wind, it is no longer so obscene and gloomy, and some only have an almost ruthless coldness. At his feet are the senior brothers who have been together for many years, but he can't make a little wave in his heart.

Cheng Hongwei, who only had one breath left, trembled and stretched out his hand to Wuchen: "Third Division"

A cold light shot out from Wuchen's hand, completely cutting off Cheng Hong's last breath.

Cheng Hong still kept the outstretched hand until death, his eyes were full of hope and looked at Wuchen, the strongest third senior brother besides the master was still there, and there was still hope for Hongmen.

Although Youlan was smiling coquettishly, but when she saw Wuchen, who had cut off the lives of her senior brothers for many years but had not changed, the whole movement was smooth, as if she had practiced tens of thousands of times, and her heart was cold: "Your heart is more ruthless than a demon." ”

Wuchen's face was expressionless, his expression was cold, at this time, he was not an immortal, he was a demon.

"Boom" Hong Xuangong was cut down from the sky by Qin Yijue with a sword, and he saw in disbelief that his best third disciple buried the sixth disciple with his own hands, and was in the company of the demon: "You" A mouthful of red and black blood spurted out.

Wuchen and Youlan Hulei stood beside Qin Yijue and expressed their position with actions.

Hong Xuangong spurted out another mouthful of blood: "Wuchen, why?"

Wuchen teased the ink eagle on his shoulder, and when he heard Hong Xuangong's words, his hand stopped, and the ink eagle flew away. His eyes fell on Hong Xuangong, and his expression was hideous. Hong Xuangong was taken aback, what a cold and hateful gaze this was: "Old thing, you still dare to ask me why, I have worked hard to serve you for more than ten years, and every time I practice, I am the hardest and the most outstanding, but what about you? ”

The bitterness in Hong Xuangong's heart is indescribable; "Therefore, for the sake of Hongmen's divine skills, you betrayed Hongmen and became a demon company. ”

Wuchen's expression was hideous, like crazy, he disguised himself for more than ten years, pretended to be that disgusting, lowered everyone's vigilance, and did not expose his purpose, seeing that he was about to succeed, but he fell short, how could he not be crazy: "The devil can give me strength, for the sake of power, what does it matter if you enter the devil." ”

Hong Xuangong is both regretful and sad. Finally, burn all your life force and play the sound of the king of power.

A white light penetrated the heavens and the earth, the crutches burned and turned into flying ashes, Hong Xuangong's body swelled, his muscles rammed, and a powerful momentum rushed to his face, setting off a huge wave of qi that directly shook Wuchen away, Qin Yi was not afraid at all, and pulled up the Ghost Heaven Sword on the ground, and the qi wave split into two halves in front of her.

Youlan looked ahead in shock, is this still a directly weak old man? more boss than a boss, covered in scars, humanoid tank.

This is the real power king Hong Xuangong.

Thunderbolt didn't believe that he had attacked, and the result was that Thunder, who was also a tank, was blown away with just a slight push.

The angry King of Power roared like a beast, like a dragon groaning, like thunder: "Qin Yijue"

Hong Xuangong was burning with a platinum-like flame of life, and his blood was like a dragon, as if he was about to shake the stars in the sky.

Youlan spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, just coercion, this is the absolute gap in strength.

"Click, click", the earth appeared under the pressure of the power king, and bottomless cracks appeared.

Qin Yi looked indifferently at Hong Xuangong, who was like a god and a demon, and there was only disdain in his eyes.

As soon as the ink spirit fire rolled, a pair of black wings opened, this is the real ink spirit witch. Hong Xuangong didn't use all her strength before, so why didn't she use it.

"I can't help myself. Qin Yijue harnessed the power of the Ghost Heavenly Sword, and the turbid qi swept out, submerging the Sunless Peak, and the living beings could only tremble under her turbidity.

Hong Xuangong roared and rushed towards Qin Yijue, detaining the sun, moon and stars to attack, playing the eternal sound of the King of Force.

The epic battle between the power king Hong Xuangong and the ink spirit witch Qin Yi began.

There was darkness between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were also afraid of the power of the two, the space exploded in the hands of the two, and the natural thunder was eclipsed in front of the two, and the two lights in the air became the only one between heaven and earth.

The platinum flames, like dragons, shattered the floating mountains.

The sword light breaks through the sky, the demon abyss is blue, and each sword carries the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth.

The heavens, earth and stars were shattered under the hands of the two, and the mountains and rivers were also shattered.

The Sunless Peak was in ruins in the battle between the two: the floating mountain fell, the earth collapsed, the pavilion collapsed, the battle flag broke, the magic medicine was extinguished, and the ancient wood was broken.

Qin Yijue looked at this dark world coldly, the only light was the Ghost Heavenly Sword in her hand, and the blue reflected her worldly face even colder.

In front of her, Hong Xuangong had already changed back to his original weak appearance, the transparent hole in his chest was trickling red blood, his hair was dry, the blood of battle was exhausted, the fire of life was extinguished at any time, and his consciousness had begun to blur.

"Hong Xuangong, you are old, you are not the king of the world back then, today's disaster is what you owe me Qin Yijue, and Yi Yunshan is the same, you owe me, I want you to pay it back with blood. ”

Hong Xuangong's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make any sound, but Qin Yijue knew what he said: Xiyan, you won't have a good result, and you will get retribution sooner or later.

Qin Yijue looked up to the sky and laughed, but his voice was extremely sad and desolate: "Good result? What good result is there for me now, since the death of my master, I am no longer Qin Xiyan, I am Qin Yijue, the ink spirit witch Qin Yijue, not the Qin Xiyan who is at your disposal, who can repay me, the gods who are getting weaker and weaker or the fighting power is not as good as Yi Yunshan before your transformation? Hong Xuangong, you say, what result will be worse than me becoming like this, and who can repay me who has the power of the Ghost Heavenly Sword and the power of turbidity?" Qin Yi was absolutely crazy, this was the first time she had become such a gaffe that everyone feared Qin Yijue.

But Hong Xuangong couldn't answer her question, and after sending a message with the last trace of strength, Hong Xuangong, the king of power, finished his legendary life and closed his eyes forever. The ghosts and gods of heaven and earth mourned, the rain poured down, and the ghosts cried and grieved.

The heavy rain washed away the war-torn Sunless Peak, and countless Hongmen disciples lay quietly on the Sunless Peak, sleeping forever.

The heavy rain extinguished the flames of war, but it could not wash away the blood of the Hongmen covered with the Sunless Peak, could not bury the Hongmen corpses strewn all over the place, and could not change the bloody hell on the Sunless Peak.

The legendary Sunless Peak has become the Senluo Ghost Domain, and all the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth can do is to mourn and hurt it.

The yin wind is howling, it is the unwilling wail of countless Hongmen war spirits, and the heavy rain is pouring, it is the sad cry of countless Hongmen heroic spirits, and every inch of this land is telling the withering of the demon clan after the ravages.