The gates of the underworld were suddenly opened, and the eerie breath of death came to the face.

"Go and recall the master's soul, I'll guard the entrance. Seeing the entrance to the underworld like a black hole, Qiao Xuan roared angrily at the foggy moon. With Qiao Xuan's spiritual perception, he had already felt that countless palpitating Yin Spirit Ghost Correction was like a bloodthirsty demon, surging towards this passage to the human world.

If they enter first, Qiao Xuan and Wuyue are afraid that they will be sucked and there will be no scum left.

Wuyue, who was shocked by Qiao Xuan, suddenly came back to her senses, relying on Qiao Xuandu's past aura, Wuyue held her breath and concentrated. His hands quickly pinched the unpredictable trick.

Several spiritual qi struck the blood flag, and the blood qi of the blood banner was heavier, and through the entrance of the underworld, it emitted a trace of bloody soul qi into the underworld. The two rays of light, one black and one white, wrapped around the whole body of the moonlit night, were under the control of the misty moon's spell, like long eyes, extending to the entrance of the underworld, and disappearing into the underworld.

Qiao Xuan was a murderous victory all over his body, and the quaint Xuan's black long knife was emitting bursts of black mist at this moment, surrounding the blade.

The sense of oppression that is getting closer and closer, the creepy sense of fear, the suffocating tension, if it were an ordinary person, it would have collapsed long ago.

Qiao Xuan's battle intent was even more victorious, and his whole body exuded this powerful battle intent. Let these negative emotions completely dissipate invisible.

With all his might, he urged the Heavenly Vein, and the huge spiritual power was constantly produced. With the momentum of a hegemon, he faced alone, the countless Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators who were frantically surging from the gate of the underworld like bloodthirsty demons.

You need not only courage, but also a cry from the bottom of your heart about the overlord.

"Kill!" Qiao Xuan roared, waving the Xuantie long knife with both hands, and the gang wind that exuded a strong sword aura like a mountain chisel stone, slaughtered in the encirclement of countless Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators.

Now, since Qiao Xuan was reincarnated, he still remembers some of the tricks he learned in his previous life. I am getting better and better at adapting to this body. Now that I have comprehended the power of the five elements of fire atoms, it is really powerful to integrate these fire atoms into the attack.

Those previous life tricks are now very easy to learn. This is really very exquisite, and one by one, the Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators who broke in were swept away by the sword wind, and they would be burned into nothingness by the power of the Five Elements of Fire mixed in it. However, Qiao Xuan didn't find out that whenever he killed a Yin Spirit or Ghost Cultivator, and as soon as the black Yin Qi of the underworld that existed in it came out, it would be swallowed by the black and simple long knife wielded in his hand.

As more and more black yin qi was devoured, the black long knife became sharper and sharper, and the black mist surrounding it became even thicker. The trace of black mist had even enveloped Qiao Xuan and melted into a whole.

Qiao Xuan clung to a Dao heart, and in addition, his whole body was filled with killing thoughts, that hideous expression, angry gaze, and reincarnated as a killing god.

Tempering the Dao Heart with Killing Intent, this is a theory put forward by a genius in the Sky Secret Realm back then, and now it is being used by Qiao Xuan to reflect it, and he actually has some faint insights.

At the beginning of the Tyranny Duel, it was said that everything is the way, everything can be enlightened, and killing can also be killed.

He is not afraid of the exhaustion of his aura, on the one hand, his aura is already very strong, and on the other hand, he has the energy in the five elements space to continuously replenish and fill the aura.

Qiao Xuan guarded the entrance and exit of the underworld, if it was really a human being, he should kill people, and the Buddha would block and kill the Buddha.

The Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivator who swarmed in, like maggots on tarsal bones, couldn't even take half a step in, and he really had the momentum of being invincible.

At this moment, the soul conjuring technique performed by Wuyue was nearing the end, and the three souls and six spirits that had been scattered by the master had been pulled back by the two light mist of black and white. The Spiriting Banner still emits a powerful bloody spiritualist power. As soon as the three souls and six spirits were pulled into this heavenly cave, they rushed towards the one soul and one soul floating out of the moonlit night like a child who saw their relatives, merging and intertwining with each other, forming a complete soul.

Seeing this, Wuyue was overjoyed, and yelled at Qiao Xuan, "Close the door of the underworld,"

Qiao Xuan didn't hesitate when he heard this, and a gorgeous sky-splitting slash slashed towards the blood banner that was still windless.

The blood streak was torn apart in an instant.

Due to the loss of the support of the blood flag, the gate of the underworld could no longer support it, and slowly shrank to the middle, and a large number of Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators were shattered under the power of space.

Qiao Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, these Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators who broke into him were not strong, as long as he closed the gate of the underworld, it was not a problem to slowly clean up these Yin Spirit Ghost Cultivators.

Did it work?

Looking at the door of the space that was getting smaller and smaller, Qiao Xuan's heart beat extremely and prayed that it would close soon.

Just when the gate of the underworld was still the size of a fist, a completely dry palm stretched out from the gate of the underworld and supported the gate of the underworld.

The shrinking space came to an abrupt end.

"Boom, open passage, is there any reason to close? A shrill laugh echoed from the gate of the underworld, and the palm that looked like a dry bone pulled hard, and the crumpled gate of the underworld slowly grew larger and was pulled open again...... A dark figure slowly took shape.

Qiao Xuan's eyelids jumped sharply, it seems that there is less luck today.

(Missing a little, make up for it tomorrow)

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