The Eternal Heavenly Tomb.

In the fourth floor.

Xiao Yi slapped open the tomb of a powerful man in the Holy King Realm with a palm, and saw a vermilion coffin rushing out of the tomb from the tomb.

This made Xiao Yi look a little surprised.

You must know.

Before this, every time he smashed the tomb, the other party would directly expose his body to the front.

This is the first time I have seen a coffin exist.

"Who dares to disturb me from sleeping forever?"

A majestic voice suddenly rang out.

The vermilion coffin exploded and a red figure dripping blood slowly sat up from the coffin.

This man carries a blood-red sword behind his back.

This is not made of fine iron.

It is a blood sword completely condensed with human blood.

Xiao Yi glanced at the broken tombstone, which read: "The Blood Sword King of Blood Wonder Realm, slaughtering creatures in the world to refine the Blood Demon Sword..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      �

But that's true.

Just these few words have already made Xiao Yi feel murderous intent in his heart.

Slaughter a world.

Just for one's own selfish desires, the so-called Blood Demon Sword is refined.

This person should be broken into pieces. If he dies, he will never be reborn! “The one who kills you!”

Xiao Yi snorted coldly, the Qingping Sword spread across the sky, and the origin of the sword art came thunderously.

His sword tips were everywhere in the world.

The Blood Sword King snorted coldly, his face full of blood and light flowing. It was real blood flowing.

The sword behind him condensed the blood of the creatures in the world, flowing endlessly.

"Kill me?

Hahaha, even a child with yellow mouth dares to speak out loud?

Let’s eat my sword first!”

The Blood Sword King sneered.

As he leaned his fingers a little, the blood-red energy on his fingers surged like a spring, turning into a blood-colored sword finger.

Whoosh!                                                                                                                             �

It was like a blood-colored thunder, and it came thunderously.

Bang! The sword light of Qingping Sword was corrupted as soon as it touched the blood-colored sword light.

It can even corrode the origin of the sword art! It can be seen how terrifying and evil this blood-colored sword energy is.

"oh?

Can you understand the power of the origin of the sword?

Not bad, I'll take another move..." The Blood Sword King's eyes emitted a blood-red light, and he laughed, "Ten thousand swords are coming!"

Buzzing! Above his head, a vortex formed by blood-colored sword energy is suspended in the air.

As the vortex rotates, bloody sword rain burst out.

The sword rain poured down.

Every path can corrode the world.

Xiao Yi's scalp was numb. He never expected that the target he chose was a ruthless person who destroyed the world, and he had such a terrible power.

"If I meet you outside, I may not be your opponent.

However, this is the Eternal Heavenly Tomb, I am the God General of the Heavenly Control..." Xiao Yi's eyebrows were like a knife, and he was extremely majestic.

In the Eternal Tomb, he is invincible! At least...                                                                                                                      �

Except for facing the golden figure just now, he has always been invincible! “The Tree of the Gods!”

Xiao Yi made a big move, and the towering Fengshen Tree suddenly appeared behind him, followed by the green Fengshen leaves on the Fengshen Tree swaying wildly.

The buds of the flowers of the Conquest of the Gods were also constantly trembling.

It seems to bloom at any time.

"This is the Conquest of the God Tree?

You actually condensed the Flower of the Gods?

Impossible, this is impossible..." The Blood Sword King suddenly stared at the boss when he saw the appearance of the Treasure Tree.

There was a bit of resentment and hatred in his eyes, but more of it was shock and shock.

The Blood Sword King turned around and wanted to escape.

But the Fengshen Tree did not give him this opportunity.

Crazy! Vines stained with golden luster are like whips of gods. They ignored the barriers of time and space in a whistle-whip sound, and slashed the blood-colored sword rain in the sky.

Bang!                                                                                                                              

Awoo...                                                                                                                             �

Follow the second whip immediately.

The third whip...                                                            �

The body shape of the Blood Sword King became increasingly blurred and transparent.

He whipped ninety-nine whips.

Xiao Yi's face turned slightly white, and urging the God-Fengshuo Tree to consume the power of the God-Fengshuo. Fortunately, the Blood Sword King had already lost the power of resistance.

Xiao Yi waved his hand suddenly.

Swish swish swish!                                                                                                                           �

The buds of one of the Flowers of the Conquest of Gods are slowly blooming.

It was like a bloody mouth.

Swallowed the Blood Sword King into it in one mouthful.

Then the petals on the buds closed again and did not really bloom, but the petals on them were a little bit of the color of a rainbow.

At the same time.

Xiao Yi's lifelong inheritance also emerged in his mind.

"The Blood Demon Sword Art, the Bloodthirsty Demon Skill... Although the Blood Sword King is vicious and despicable, his strength cannot be underestimated. These are all the combat experience and skills of the Saint King..." Xiao Yi nodded slightly, but he was not satisfied with a mere Blood Sword King.

after all.

This Blood Sword King is just in the fourth level and ranks 19th.

It's just a little taller than Zhang Daolin.

Xiao Yi's eyes were hot, he looked at the remaining ancient tombs and took action again...                                                    �

In an ancient and mysterious deep pool.

The depth of this pond is unfathomable.

In the deepest part of the pool water, an extremely huge black figure entrenched. This figure is like a dragon, but it is not a dragon horn above its head.

It is a long horn as sharp as two sharp swords.

This is an ancient dragon.

A snake turns into a python for a hundred years, a python turns into a dragon for a thousand years, and a dragon turns into a dragon for a thousand years.

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now.

The dragon was lying in the water pond Jiaolong Palace, with huge blood-red eyes staring at the figure sitting cross-legged in the palace.

This figure is Ouyang Shang.

It turned out that when this dragon was still a snake, it was brought to Paradise Island by the top masters of the Supreme Sect. Over the years, every time Paradise Island was opened, it would give it many treasures of practice.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and although it has not successfully transformed into a dragon, it has become the overlord of a region.

The black dragon stared at Ouyang Shang, watched him slowly open his eyes, and lowered his proud head: "Congratulations to the Cang, you have taken the last step and reached the realm of the Holy King.

Just leave Paradise Island and overcome the heavenly tribulation of the Holy King, and you will become the supreme and martial arts saint among this man!”
To be continued...