Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and Zhang Baijian's sturdy and slender figure slowly walked out of the smoke and dust.

Boundless' pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Aren't you even dead?"

Wuya pursed his lips, he really didn't expect that Zhang Baijian would be so powerful and difficult, Zhang Baidao's strength was far beyond his expectations.

Zhang Baijian put the long knife on the ground, with a sharpness on his face that had not completely dissipated, and the sharpness in his eyes made Wuya's heart beat wildly after seeing it, and he suddenly had an extremely bad premonition.

"Do you know why this sword is called the Destiny of Heaven?"

Wuya was stunned, he didn't expect that at this time, Zhang Baijian would actually ask himself like this.

"Because this sword is the beginning of everything, the beginning and the end of the sword! The sword is one, and one is the beginning. My sword is the beginning of everything, the beginning of all evolution. ”

After speaking, the long sword in Zhang Baijian's hand tapped three times on the ground.

With three crisp buzzes, Wuya suddenly found in horror that a sharp light suddenly emerged from his body. It seems that this sharp light has always been there, but it is only activated at this moment.

As this sharp light spread, Wuya's face was covered with horror, he wanted to scream, he wanted to get rid of it but was helpless.

"It's useless, as soon as it begins, then everything begins to evolve. One of my swords was the cause, and now the effect is beginning to appear. ”

With a speed visible to the naked eye, Boundless began to decay into a huge bird-shaped dried corpse, then into dry bones, and finally the bones shattered into the ground in the last year, as if they had been dead for a thousand years. And in his hands, suddenly two gray mist flew out, surrounding his corpse, and was about to fly away.

The little finch suddenly flew out from Zhang Baijian's neck and sucked towards the two gray mist.

After the gray mist was all absorbed into his stomach, he turned into a tattoo again and attached to Zhang Baijian's body.

"Little Sparrow, are you recovered, what's the use of you absorbing this?" Zhang Baijian shouted at Little Sparrow with his mind.

However, the little finch did not respond in the slightest.

Giving up looking for the little finch now to ask the reason, Zhang Baijian walked towards the endless dry bones. And maybe from him. Pick up some clues.

A red storage ring appeared in Zhang Baidao's hand.

With a tap of his fingertips, the storage ring disintegrated into streamers, and a large number of items fell out of the air out of thin air.

Zhang Baijian beckoned and grabbed the two jade boxes.

Open the jade box. Inside the jade box are several bamboo shoots that look like ice crystals. Seeing these bamboo shoots, Zhang Baijian had a slight smile on his face. This is the best Biluo cold ice bamboo shoot, and it is the best elixir.

Pick up a book from the ground called "The Heavenly Demon Record".

Turning the first page of the book, a few words that enter the eye reveal an incomparably strong domineering and publicity, a kind of heaven and earth. The taste of self-exaltation.

"The emperor is dead, the sky is in charge!"

Eight words, with a kind of pride that wins the world, it seems that the mountains and rivers of the entire continent are all in these eight words.

Looking at the text behind, Zhang Baijian gradually understood. This "Cangtian Demon Record" is not a martial arts secret book, nor is it a manual that records Bowen miscellaneous notes, but a demon clan prayer text.

This is a method similar to the belief in the gods.

To grasp a certain function, then to take the place of nature in that function, and finally to gain faith.

There is something similar to this kind of godhood and gods. But it's much freer and more powerful. Putting away the "Heavenly Demon Record", Zhang Baijian continued to pounce on the battlefield.

A misty mist of blood followed him, witnessing the lives sacrificed by his men.

But Zhang Baijian was unrelenting.

He needs to continue to be by his side, and he has found the key to breaking through the last five tricks.

Black Dragon Pond, purple green frost. White bird's nest, frozen sky. Beacon Smoke Valley, flowing hot water. Dark Cloud Gorge, flashing white. Nine days descend the demon pestle, the wind is the banner, and the thunder is the drum. Thousands of miles of mountains, rain as a soldier. Peaks into ships.

This is a phrase that has been circulating in the Fusang Demon Country for a long time, describing the most terrifying places, and it is also inhabited by the most powerful demons in the Fusang Demon Country.

Black Dragon Pond, White Bird's Nest, Beacon Smoke Valley, Wuyun Gorge, Nine Heavens Demon Peak and Qianli Mingmeng Mountain. Among these six dangerous places, the Qianli Mingmeng Mountain is the most mysterious.

Qianli Mingmeng Mountain is not only a perennial rainstorm. And the rain is sharp and fast, if ordinary people enter the range of Qianli Mingmeng Mountain, they will even be cut off by this rain. The perennial rain has also caused the entire Mingmeng Mountain to be surrounded by huge lakes and rivers.

The river is turbulent, like a storm crashing on the shore, that continuous mountain. Reflected in the water, it looks like a speeding boat, with the flow of water waves, ups and downs. Of course, it is called a dangerous place, and its danger naturally does not stop there.

This kind of mechanism, which is either natural or considered dangerous, emerges in an endless stream.

Perhaps no one could have imagined that in the very center of this Qianli Mingmeng Mountain, there was a huge complex of buildings.

These buildings are luxurious and towering on the top of a mountain, but against the backdrop of the environment, they resemble a ghostly town.

Everyone in the city wore a black face and a red cloak, and held a special bamboo umbrella in their hands. There were a lot of people coming and going, but they didn't make a single sound, they were like ghosts out of the yang world, floating in hell.

In a corner that was not enough, a human head suddenly appeared, wearing a special bamboo hat on his head, and the sharp rain slid across the eaves and smashed heavily on the bamboo hat.

The hat was so strong that the rain slid down the edge of the hat and fell straight to the ground, then splattered, and finally drained down the drain and down the mountain.

It was really just a human head, with no other parts of the body, and if he was seen by some unfortunate unlucky ghost, he would definitely be frightened by this strange scene.

The head twisted, revealing a pale face.

After looking around, the head suddenly disappeared, as if it had suddenly shrunk into the ground.

At the highest point of Mingmeng Mountain, there is a large hall of the Netherworld Ghost Mansion, and on the walls, stone pillars, eaves, and corners of the main hall, there are all carved with various mythical monsters. All of them are hideous.

In the main hall, there are copper shelves on the left and right. Large candles were lit on the shelves, flickering and figures swaying. But it seemed that the whole hall was even darker.

The hall was full of people, and they stood on the left and right, like courtiers in the court. But they were quieter than the courtiers who were the best at protecting themselves, and even their breathing was kept to an extremely weak degree.

Above the center of the main hall, there is a black dragon bench, and on the chair sits a black cloak, but his cloak is tattooed with black blood lines and hideous dragons, which seem to be about to rush out of the cloak at any time and choose people to devour.

A shrill voice rang out from the Black Dragon bench.

"Something to do!"

The two rows of black shadows seemed to shake in unison, but they were blurry. It is impossible to discern whether they are shaking on their own, or if the wind blows the candle flame, which drives their shadows to shake in the main hall.

At this time, a black figure came out and crawled directly on the ground, like a small black dot.

"All the plans were originally successful, but there were some accidents!"

Like a sculpture, the person on the dragon chair, who seemed to maintain a posture like a contemplative person forever, suddenly moved, and the whole person sat upright. Even though he was shrouded in a black cloak, he could still feel that this man should be tall, because even when he was sitting, he looked as tall as an ordinary person.

"Is there a way to make up for it?" the tall demon venerable asked lightly. His voice had a taste of a low whisper, but when I listened closely, I found that there was almost no warmth in his voice.

"Subordinate!"

The small black dots began to tremble slightly, and of course it was possible that the candle flame was flickering.

"Go down! Suffer from the three plagues of eyes, ears and nose!" the demon venerable waved his sleeves, and a hideous dragon head roared at the cuffs, and in the swaying of the candle flame, it had even rushed out and tore at the poor little black dot.

Two black shadows suddenly appeared, dragging the arms of the little black dot and exiting the main hall. From beginning to end, the little black dot only trembled slightly, as if its whole body was paralyzed, but it didn't dare to say forgiveness, let alone shout innocent.

A moment later, there were bursts of screams.

In the midst of this scream, the candle flame seemed to be stretched out.

After half a bang, the poor fellow was dragged back.

The cloak on his head had been removed, revealing his true face. It's just that this person's current appearance is really miserable.

The two eyeballs had been deducted, and not only that, but even the eyelids had been ripped out, leaving only two large blood holes. His ears were charred as if they had been roasted by some kind of flesh attached to the skin. And his nose was nailed into a few quenched steel nails. The poison on the nail is not fatal, but it carries an incurable festering poison. They will rot the entire nose of the owner of the nose when his entire nose is extremely itchy.

Only a person with excellent eyesight and excellent memory can barely recognize who he is.

"Now you can tell the reason for the failure!"

"The old demon king didn't just send three golden crow princes to pick up the three sons of Tanggu, but seven. Therefore, after the subordinates weighed it, they did not expose it, but sat back and watched the death of the posterior. ”

The demon venerable sat high, exuding coldness.

"On the tenth day of the Golden Crow, there is still a god who can summon the Taiyi God to descend to earth at any time, and the position of the old immortal is becoming more and more stable. But this battle with Great Xia is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that should not be missed. ”

"Prince Jinwu, you must die! You go and look for it and find the Terran genius who can kill Prince Jinwu. When necessary, you can give them all the benefits and help them grow. ”

The voice of the Demon Venerable echoed in the main hall, and there was silence all around, and no one dared to oppose such an enemy's behavior. (To be continued.) )