In a short period of time, the top of everyone's heads was occupied by countless layers of black mist.

Yang Zhao's gaze penetrated the black mist in front of him and saw countless monsters burrowing out of the black mist.

For the monks, this situation was terrifying, but Yang Zhao was very calm, he had experienced this feeling or pain outside the space of the Netherworld, and he knew that as long as his mind was steady, there would be no danger.

Yang Zhao didn't move, those resentful monsters kept rushing towards everyone, and the black mist became bigger and bigger, and even almost touched the top of everyone's heads, everyone closed their eyes, waiting for that moment to come.

After a while, most of those desire monsters rushed out of the black fog and surrounded everyone, constantly screaming and buzzing, and occasionally a few monsters floated outside, looking very anxious.

"Little ones, don't be too naughty. Yang Zhao thought so.

As his mind turned slightly, an extremely bright purple color appeared in the dim hall, accompanied by an extremely violent roar, and the purple sword qi flew away from the sword body and flew around his body at high speed.

Where the light wings of the sword qi passed, the black mist evaporated into bubbles, and the sword light flew, and the desire monsters surrounding everyone had no time to escape, and they turned into green smoke in the wailing!

In an instant, everyone's bodies became extremely clear again, and only those black mist were left around everyone's body, where could they still find these desire monsters, where were there still cold and resentful thoughts?

And the neignon and the five-color flag, as well as the treasure mirror, also illuminated everyone's bodies brighter and brighter at this moment, and also illuminated the surroundings. There is no longer the slightest shadow left.

Yang Zhao no longer looked at the top of his head, but raised the palm of his left hand, which was as bright as jade, and a faint layer of lilac reflected his left hand.

Looking at this ripe lavender, Yang Zhao's face was floating with a faint layer of shadow.

Suddenly, I heard a click like a light sound like a broken copper mirror, and more than ten purple lightning rays were like a long snake winding out, coming out of Yang Zhao's hand and crossing in the void!

The center of the black mist also began to disperse quietly, and the purple fire and heavenly thunder gathered from all directions, forming several thunder beads and flying around, holding the light purple light, as if to penetrate those black mist.

Line.

A sword.

Nearly 100 people.

Several layers of black fog.

It seems that this can no longer be called a human ban. Its majesty is like the sky. It's forbidden.

Yang Zhao had never used such a powerful prohibition, he was only a Jindan Realm cultivator now, but logically speaking, he had not healed the Yuan Infant Stage. At all costs. It is impossible to draw this prohibition.

But now his body is filled with the Five Thunder Fa-rectification. Even if he is weak and about to die, but that trace of the Five Thunder Technique is for the world. It's a sea, because it's not the thunder of the world.

Yang Zhao used the thunder light outside the sky, and he used the sky to order this piece of heaven and earth, so he could draw this prohibition - this is already the legendary unity of heaven and man, who can be the enemy?

Countless black fog broke away, and those monsters were also destroyed, within a radius of dozens of zhang of the main hall, I saw the smoke and dust and did not see the monsters of desire, only heard the thunder, and did not hear the sound of temptation^, the black fog was still strong, but the demons were dead.

Yang Zhao looked at the front of the main hall, there were countless black and blue shimmers on the edge of the darkness, he knew that there were many such demons in this Babel Tower, and those demons were rushing towards this side, and he didn't know when he could catch up.

He turned and looked down the hallway behind him.

There is no end in sight to this corridor, no place to come from, and no place to go, if you want to return to the treasure, no matter how you go, you must walk through this one, which has become the only refuge for everyone.

Yang Zhao looked at the depths of the corridor, frowned slightly and said to everyone: "If you don't want to die, we have to leave here quickly!"

No one answered Yang Zhao's words, just because it was the only tacit understanding of everyone, and they could understand everyone's mind just by relying on their understanding.

"Brother Zhao, what about you?" Xiao Bai asked as he stood beside Yang Zhao and looked at him quietly.

Yang Zhao was stunned, but he didn't say anything more.

At this time, the corridor was dark, and everyone's magic weapons exuded a faint light, like countless oil lamps, and Yang Zhao was standing behind with a sword, and everyone had those who were sad, those who were sad and angry, and those who were in awe, and their reactions were different.

Everyone felt that Yang Zhao had undergone some very important changes, and they sensed what impact those changes would have on this trip to the Chaotic Star Immortal Mansion, but they didn't understand what that change was.

Yang Zhao didn't understand this kind of change either, he knew what he seemed to be communicating, but he couldn't understand what it was at all, he only felt that he was full of strength and fearless.

The roar in the black mist sounded again in the main hall, and the black light was flourishing, and countless monsters appeared everywhere, slowly surrounding the corridor, as if they also wanted to chase the steps of everyone who had already begun to walk.

And the expressions of those monsters were also compassionate, and the eyes that looked at Yang Zhao were all showing compassion.

It seems to say: it's not worth it in the slightest.

At this time, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely bright, he clenched the Void Sword and slowly lifted it, heading towards the corridor behind him, but he turned around and slashed down the two swords seemingly very casually.

Two sword blades several feet long appeared in the dark hall!

The wind howled, countless floor tiles rose, the breeze howled, the rocks cracked, and where the sword blade passed several feet long, nothing could still maintain its original form, and those monsters standing in the area where the sword blade was located were directly crushed into pieces by the sword blade, and the black powder was filled!

If these monsters stood on the beams of the hall and overlooked this large hall, they should be able to see a line several feet long and horizontally here, those lines were very simple, and they were so horizontal.

Across!

Vertical!

Draw forbidden talismans with the Void Sword!

Yang Zhao wrote such a grand prohibition that ran through the entire hall!

The terrifying sword intent cut everything it touched indifferently and strongly, and a clear crack appeared on the huge red beam that could not be closed by several people, and even the wind whistling and blowing in the middle was cut into countless pieces by the sword intent. It turned into a gentle breeze, and the black light drifted high into the sky.

Yang Zhao slashed out two more swords, and at least dozens of monsters died before this sword intent, but there were still many monsters in the black mist, and those desire monsters looked resolute and continued to walk towards him.

This prohibition stems from the first prohibition he mastered: painting the ground as a prison, and this prohibition was born from Lu Wu's powerful forbidden breaking technique, cultivated to the extreme realm, that is, even the space can be cut, let alone these monsters. If he stayed between the sword intent at this time. There is no need to worry about the arrival of those monsters.

But the prohibition has its own innate limitations, and the sword intent cannot stay in the nature of heaven and earth forever, no matter how powerful the sword intent is, with the passage of time. It will also gradually dissipate. What to do then?

Yang Zhao didn't think about it at all. Relying on this grand and domineering sword intent to save his life, he said that if he wanted to fight these monsters again, then what he had to do was to attack.

A clear whistle rushed up from the corridor. Spreading towards the depths of the main hall, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were excited by this roar full of pride and violence, and the dark hall suddenly became bright.

With the sound of whistling, Yang Zhao's right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and where his feet landed, an extremely deep crack appeared in the ground within a few zhang, and he held the Void Sword horizontally with both hands, and rushed towards the hall!

Those two fierce prohibitions that pierced through the forest actually began to move slowly and unstoppably with his forward sweep and the advance of the Void Sword, heading towards the hall!

The prohibition is fundamentally different from other cultivation methods, it can run in the array, and it can also draw symbols in the void, which is to explain the meaning to the heavens, and then mobilize the breath of heaven and earth.

There has never been any prohibition that can be moved by a person who is forbidden by painting, because it is impossible for the true Heavenly Dao to obey the orders of a humble monk.

But Yang Zhao did it today, this is something that has never happened in the history of human cultivation,

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Several sharp sword intent is several feet long, turning horizontally through the entire hall, with Yang Zhao's long sword for the second time, it has become two invisible sharp giant blades, before the blade, the blocker is easy!

The scythe of death is harvesting in the wheat field, and how can the straw escape?

There were countless monsters in front of those black fogs, those monsters were tall, low, fat and thin, where the sword blade passed, the heads of some monsters were broken, the bodies of monsters were cut off, the heavenly spirit covers of monsters were cut off, the legs of monsters were broken, and countless demons fell down with blood.

Black blood flowed out of the bodies of those monsters, cut into the tiniest pieces by the sword intent, and then turned into black powder, floating in the forest, and the dark world was already bright.

Those black mist were extremely weird, and Yang Zhao also suffered a lot of injuries because of this, tired and haggard, his face was originally a little pale, but at this time, it was even more black when he was illuminated by thousands of layers of monsters.

He squinted his eyes, lowered his head and continued to charge forward with his sword, without a trace of fear on his face.

There was a demonic sound coming from the east side of the main hall, and he rushed towards that side, and in front of the horizontal iron sword, the majestic prohibition also moved forward, and countless sword lights and black mist demonic blood splashed into the air.

Countless black lights fell to the ground one after another, and there were no howls or wails in the hall, only demonic sounds full of temptation, and those demonic sounds often came to an abrupt end, representing that those monsters died under the invisible sword intent.

At this point, Yang Zhao kept running towards the depths of the corridor with his head down, not knowing how long he had been running, until he felt that his hands holding the Void Sword began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid again, and he didn't stop.

He looked back, only to see that the main hall was still covered with black light, and then came from outside the hall gate, and then went towards the corridor, the earth shook, and raised countless smoke and dust.

In those black fogs, there were still countless monsters floating around, densely surrounded by them.

These monsters have lived in the black fog for I don't know how many years, but the black hole-like eye sockets are still full of lust.

Yang Zhao had already followed the footsteps of everyone at this time, he also heard the vicious roar, heard the terrible sound of magic sounds coming from the depths of the dark hall, and heard the happy laughter of countless monsters.

But why do those laughs seem so desperate? (To be continued......

PS: I'm going to laugh, it's a bit tragic this time!

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