Qinghai Jue is Yuan Qinghai's peak sword power. Today's performance not only devotes his life to his creation and cultivation, but also gathers the power of a group of banished immortals and Yang God.

The ray of thunder that Lin Xuanzhen penetrated into the clouds made the power of Guishui sword energy exert to the extreme.

Such a vast and magnificent sword technique is enough to break the void.

Therefore, when Yuan Qinghai reversed the hilt of the sword and slashed the final sword, almost everyone was ready to attack.

If the sword falls in the sea, the ghost city in the underworld will be destroyed.

Almost everyone thought so. No one noticed that when the sea of ​​swords fell, something flew from the sky.

This object was only the size of a palm at first, but it swelled when it saw the wind.

By the time we flew over the Netherworld City, it was as big as a cover that could hold the sky.

The sword sea fell straight, and was completely isolated by this object, without any leakage.

This magical scene shocked everyone.

The immortal soldiers gave up siege at this moment, and the immortals in the clouds were confused.

No one knows what this is.

Yuan Qinghai gathered his sword and flew to the clouds in an instant. He came to Lin Xuanzhen.

Just as he was about to ask, Lin Xuanzhen read out the words that Confucius said to his disciples after seeing me return.

Combined to form a body, scattered to form a chapter, and ride on the clouds and fly to yin and yang.

Yuan Qinghai was panicked and didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Seeing this, Lin Xuanzhen sighed and said, "That's a piece of dragon scales."

"Dragon scale?" Yuan Qinghai asked in shock.

"I told you before that there are two variables in the water, fire, and glaze world that I can't understand. Do you still remember?" Lin Xuanzhen said.

"I remember, the Immortal Lord once said that the magical intention was surging, and he stopped for no reason. It was a dead tree, but it was spring again."

"Since I remember, how could I not guess the origin of the dragon scale?"

"The dragon is in the sky and is a wood. What the Immortal Lord means is that the origin of this dragon scale is related to the dead tree that should have died in response to the disaster?"

"No," Lin Xuanzhen nodded and said.

"But the dead tree responds to the catastrophe of death, so how can it escape from the heavens?"

"This is exactly what I can't understand."

Lin Xuan was really unfathomable, and Yuan Qinghai naturally couldn't figure it out.

However, he once heard Han Zongbu talk about the great catastrophe of dragons and phoenixes on earth in detail, and repeatedly mentioned the descendants of evil dragons.

When the God of Death finally appeared in the human world, it happened to appear on the dragon and phoenix marriage evil. Could it be that the God of Death secretly rescued the dragon who should have died in response to the disaster?

However, when he expressed his thoughts, Lin Xuanzhen directly rejected it.

The God of Death exists in one form and the Netherworld City. Before the city moves, it means that the God of Death has never left.

"Immortal Lord, what should we do now?" Yuan Qinghai asked.

"Fight." Lin Xuanzhen said a word coldly.

The word fell to the ground, like a thunder resounding through the sky.

Outside the Netherworld Ghost City, the shocked and suspicious Taoist soldiers were still waiting for the military orders from above the clouds.

The dragon scales have been taken back by Song Jue. The ghost city can be broken at any time.

But at this time, the shock that Song Jue brought to the Taoist soldiers had not subsided, and for a moment, hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers were staggering.

Suddenly, when I heard Lin Xuan’s thunder sound, I was excited and my fighting spirit surged again.

The banished immortal in the clouds was also alerted by this thunder sound. They knew very well the warning meaning contained in the thunder sound.

If you are afraid of it, you will disobey Master Lei's will.

The Sanmao True Lord may not hold them accountable afterwards, but Master Lei will revenge and will never escape his liquidation afterwards.

What's more, the God of Death is the biggest threat to the Taoist sect's chance to seize Gengjin.

The god of death does not die, and the Gengjin will not come out.

No matter what happened just now, the battle of death is inevitable.

The God of Death is just the cultivation of the true immortal. What are they afraid of?

Subduing demons and demons, and practicing the way for heaven.

For a moment, from the sky to the ground, from the exiled immortal to the immortal soldiers, the fighting spirit burned, and the sword pointed to the underworld.

No one knows that there is a true dragon in Netherworld City. It is precisely because of ignorance that it is fearless.

The power of the immortal soldiers exploded, and the realm barrier of the crazy Cui Wei Death God.

Finally, when millions of magical techniques gathered into overwhelming momentum and overwhelmingly pressed on the city wall, accompanied by a loud shock, the Nether Ghost City was finally broken.

The city was broken and turned into a vast ghostly spirit.

The black air filled the city, and no one could see the scene clearly.

In the fear of the god of death, no one dared to rush into it before the ghost energy of the underworld was dissipated.

The ghost energy was rolling, the wind was bleak, and the immortal soldiers stopped.

This is the realm of death. Even if it has been broken, it is still shrouded in the shadow of death.

The immortal soldiers did not dare to move, and the banished immortal in Yunzhong did not dare to break in for a while.

Everyone was waiting for the God of Death and the army of deceased souls under her command to appear.

Waiting is a torment, especially when waiting for death.

For those who have a weak heart of Tao, the shadow of death has not retreated from their hearts.

The immortal soldiers held the magic swords and magic weapons in their hands tightly, clutched the talismans, and summoned the golden light to protect the body.

Over and over again, chanting the names of the gods of one’s own ancestors in his heart to offset his fear of death.

The banished immortals also had their expressions tense. When the ghost energy dissipated, they would face the power of the god of death.

The water, fire, and glazed world are destined to be sacrificed by the blood of the gods. Facing the god of death who killed the immortal with one knife, no one knows who will fall next.

The air seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and even the bleak storm of the ruins of the ghost town seemed to stop.

Time stagnates and the earth is dead silent.

This is the darkness before dawn and the tranquility before the storm comes.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da.

A lonely sound of horse hooves sounded from the depths of the black fog.

The sound of horse hooves seemed to be coming from a distance, but it seemed to be resounding in everyone's heart.

The crisp sound of horse hooves was like a girl's tail finger accidentally sweeping over the strings, with a reassuring power.

Many immortal soldiers breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, but for the exiled immortals who were hiding in the clouds, the strange sound of horse hooves made them even more nervous.

As the distance approaches, the sound of horse hooves becomes clearer and clearer.

But from beginning to end, the sound of horse hooves was only lonely.

The shadow of the god of death standing alone on the city has never been forgotten in my heart, and I have never seen the legendary army of 70,000 souls.

At this time, some people will inevitably speculate, is the God of Death still planning to fight alone, and is the so-called Netherworld Ghost City an empty city?

The sound of lonely horse hooves was like a girl accidentally sweeping over the strings of the piano.

The sound of the piano is peaceful, making people feel more and more at ease.

I don’t know how many immortal soldiers relaxed their tense nerves, and even the exiled immortals in the clouds breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as the sound of horse hooves was about to break through the black fog.

The strings turned and suddenly exploded.

The silver bottle suddenly broke through the water and burst into pieces, and the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns were heard.

The God of Death rode his horse out of the black fog, and the army of 70,000 souls behind him rushed into the army of immortal soldiers with an irreversible momentum.

It is the way of the god of war to be unhappy with war.

The God of Death used the War God's Soldier Book to conceal the breath of the army of 70,000 dead souls.

Not only did he hide it from the exiled immortal in Yunzhong, but even Lin Xuanzhen suddenly became alert when the moment the God of Death broke through the fog.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The most tragic killing banquet has been staged!

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