White Bone Cave Mansion.

Lin Ziming and Jia Xu got together and began to discuss countermeasures, if you want to fight alone, you can only wait for death.

"Mo Yan, you are also a vigilant person, so you don't need me to care. Jia Xu said.

Lin Ziming didn't say much, put away the Nether Knife, and quickly condensed a fire spirit element between his hands, and then slapped out.

This is the Heavenly Fire Palm that Lin Ziming has played with eight points of strength, and it is so powerful that it goes without saying.

As soon as the palm power came out, the surrounding area was suddenly extremely hot, causing many skulls around it to melt, and then turned into a rapid, attacking the skull giant.

When this palm force was about to hit it, the blood-colored skull shot out two bloody rays, breaking this palm power at once.

But right here, Jia Xu's figure on the other side moved, and with unparalleled speed, he punched out with one palm.

"Tianhe Fanluo!"

With a loud shout, the surrounding space was enveloped in a chill, which was as cold as ice, and froze towards the skeleton giant.

"Boom!"

Under the frost, the skeleton giant exploded and shot in all directions, forcing the two of them to dodge.

In this way, Jia Xu seemed to believe that the blood-colored skeleton had died, but soon under the white dust, the red blood light rushed out.

Then they quickly escaped into the skull, and when the two saw this, they also jumped down, following the blood-colored skeleton closely.

originally thought that there was a dead end under the white skull, and there was nowhere to go, but it was still too unexpected, and under the skull, he was knocked out of a way by the blood-colored skull.

Moreover, the speed of the blood skeleton was much faster than that of the two, and it soon left the two behind.

"Whew!"

When the two of them were apart from the top of the Skull Mountain, they stopped abruptly, because below them was a river of rolling blood, rushing endlessly.

"What should I do?" Jia Xu was helpless and looked at Lin Ziming.

If you give up, it will be a dead end, and it is better to fight hard and gamble on the next way of life.

After Lin Ziming calmed down, he quietly looked at the blood river in front of him, and suddenly found a problem.

"Jia Xu, didn't you notice anything wrong with this blood river?"

"It's a little weird. ”

"That's right. Lin Ziming pointed to the blood river and said, "This blood river seems to be terrifying, but it is not as good as what we saw above. ”

"So it's just an illusion!" Jia Xu said immediately.

Lin Ziming said with a smile: "Brother Jia is really a knowledgeable person, I admire him." ‘

This admiration was born from the heart, not false, Lin Ziming could see that it was based on the information left to him by Qin Shiyue: Xiaoyao Hou was extremely proficient in formations, and his supreme master pen doll villa might be formed by countless illusions.

After Lin Ziming and Jia Xu came to the same conclusion, they couldn't help but cooperate more tacitly, and jumped into this river of blood one after another.

"Buzz!"

When the two of them sank into the river of blood, there was no blood splashing in the river of blood, but a soft sound, rippling for a long time.

Under the blood river, it was completely beyond Lin Ziming's expectations, there was a big hall here, compared to the Blood Moon Palace, I don't know how much grandeur, the two looked up and saw that there was a plaque in the hall: King Qin Palace.

This is not the hell of hell, otherwise how could there be a palace of the King of Qin.

But the two of them are cultivators after all, and they will not believe in the theory of ghosts, let alone the legendary Hades.

However, the problem in front of the two made the two have to accept, that is, whether to go in.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Ziming and Jia Xu still stepped into the palace of King Qin.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as I entered the hall, there was a soft sound, and blue fires lit up all around, making people have to admit that this was a living hell.

Under the light of the fire, everything in the palace of the king of Qin becomes incomparably clear, the main hall is carved with beams and paintings, incomparably magnificent, countless cows, ghosts, snakes and gods are carved on it, there is a god platform in the center, on the god platform, there is the statue of King Qin Guang who is worshiped in the world.

It's just that compared to the statues in the world, this King Qin Guang is lifelike, and under the fire of the underworld, his eyes seem to be moving.

Inadvertently, Lin Ziming looked at King Qin Guang's eyes, fell into confusion, and then didn't know where he was, and felt that his understanding was in chaos.

"Where am I?"

When Lin Ziming woke up, he unconsciously found that he was no longer in the palace of King Qin, but on a vast river of blood that was illusory and illusory, and on that river of blood, a figure was getting closer and closer, appearing in Lin Ziming's eyes.

"Nether Blade!"

The long knife in that person's hand was not the Netherworld Knife, Lin Zi Mingzai looked at it carefully over and over again, and made sure it was right.

Lin Ziming slowly approached the man, and when he came to his side, he found that this person was a phantom at all, but he could wield the Nether Knife there in a weird way.

"Nether Knife, I don't know if I Luo can create a knife technique that suits you, so you will die without regrets. ”

"Lowe?"

Lin Ziming heard the man talking to himself, and mentioned his own identity, it turned out to be Luo, the creator of the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld.

This had to make Lin Ziming fight with twelve points of spirit, no matter where this is, anyway, there is an opportunity in front of him now, the evolution process of the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld.

Undoubtedly exciting!

Luo raised the Nether Knife with both hands, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to devote himself to the Nether Knife, merging with the surroundings of the Blood River.

A stream of blood light quickly appeared around the blade, and the original white color was suddenly replaced by a dazzling blood color, and the power was multiplied several times.

At the same time, the blood river below was centered on Luo, emitting countless ripples, and the sword in his hand stood on top of the blood river, and the blood water of the blood river actually poured into the Nether Sword frantically.

Moment.

Two moments

It wasn't until an hour later that Luo's hands had turned into blood, no, it should be said that he was a bloody man at all.

"Netherworld First Style, Netherworld Explosion Blood Burst!"

Luo shouted, and the Netherworld Knife slashed down abruptly, and with a knife down, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, spanning dozens of meters, and the blood river was shaken and surging.

The river of blood was cut out by this knife, and the rushing river of blood was also cut off.

Lin Ziming took a breath secretly, this knife could actually cut off the flow of the blood river, so terrifying.

However, when the Nether Knife slashed out with such terrifying power, Luo also paid a great price, he was under too much pressure around him, and after a while, his legs suddenly burst open, and suddenly the blood mist was filled, which was extremely cruel.

"I'm running out of time. ”

But Luo had fallen into a state of madness, even though his legs were gone, his hands were clinging, he held the Nether Knife tightly, and he was constantly condensing blood in the Nether Knife.

"Buzz!"

The Nether Knife sucked up enough blood and suddenly let out a slight tremble, as if it had been channeled to get rid of Luo's control.

Despite this, it was held tightly by Luo, followed by another slash.

"The second type, the wind is surging!"

As soon as the knife came out, the blood river showed an unstable state, countless swirling nests rose, and the blood and water rushed to the sky, like a tornado, blowing bloody wind and bloody rain, falling down.

"Poof!"

Although Luo completed this move, he vomited out a mouthful of blood and staggered.

"The third type, Watson on the other side. ”

Luo is going to do his best, the corners of his mouth are as bloody as rain, weak, but he still smiles and faces it calmly.

"Master, I created the Nether Sword Technique"

With a knife out, Luo himself exploded and turned into a blood mist in the sky, Lin Ziming looked sad, this move Watson on the other side is worthy of his name, and the flowers on the other side of the sky danced at this moment, urging the Netherworld Knife to carry Luo's will to rush out of this world and reach the other side.

"Boom!"

Compared with the previous two moves, its power increased by more than ten times, and the blood and water were sucked by the Nether Knife to the extreme, and the Nether Knife suddenly burst out with a terrifying momentum, which could break the world, but in the end, no one showed it, and it fell into the river of blood and disappeared without a trace.

On the river of blood, it took a long time to regain calm, and Lin Ziming was immersed in it and shocked.

"Who is Luo's master who can teach a disciple as talented as him?"