Zhanxian

How terrible this dust is. Yang Chen doesn't know. All he has to do is let Yin Yang burn two firecrackers to form a sealed fire cover, wrap himself around it. Any dust will cause the fire to burn forcibly.

The dust is endless, countless times more than the black mist of the Nine Phantoms. In the dark fog rolling room, a concentrated magic like substance suddenly swept open Yang Chen's fire cover, like a whip, heavily smoked on Yang Chen's body.

It seemed to be smoked on Yang Chen's body, but the essence was an attack on the gods. In Yang Chen's sea of knowledge, he suddenly added hundreds of lengths and lengths, thick and huge black whips, the magic was spreading, wildly drawn in the sea of knowledge.

In that instant, Yang Chen's mind rose with countless complex thoughts. All kinds of emotions came along. For a moment, Yang Chen didn't even know if he was going to cry or laugh, joy or sadness.

The tragic memory of the previous life, hatred of the Taitianmen, suddenly amplified countless times, the fierce anger even triggered the blood river beneath the White Dragon. Originally calm and bloody, it boiled wildly, bubbling indiscriminately, emitting a burst of soul-scattering killer.

Under the only slight intellectual oppression of Yang Chen, Bai Long pressed the blood river heavily, preventing the blood river from rebelling. But Long Whip seemed to have found an opportunity, found Yang Chen's weakness, weighed several times, and drew directly into the blood river.

The fierce intent to kill was even irresistible to the long whip that had condensed in demons, and the long black whip was drawn into the part of the river, and the speed turned dark red blood. The bloodstain began to spread upwards.

At this point, the long whip seemed to be restrained by the blood river, and the one that penetrated the blood river could no longer move, as if it had been bitten by the blood river.

Nine Unseen Dust in the Sea of Knowledge finally found an opportunity to fight back. Diffuse in the surrounding dust, the mad absorber began to whip on the exuded magic, the whole sea of knowledge, filled with a raging sound.

Although the Blood River has settled some of the magic whips, the magic whips also have more impact on the Blood River. The whole blood river was full of blood bubbles, mumbling, and there seemed to be something beneath the blood river that was going to pour out, even causing this sea of awareness to start to vibrate.

Yang Chen suddenly realized that, at this juncture, his natural flying sword, which he had quenched since the foundation was built, had finally finished the final quenching process and was about to come into existence after centuries of quenching, stimulated by this magic whip.

Strongly holding on to the various emotional excitement, Yang Chen Minghai dust jammed the magic whip, the range of motion of the whip is smaller and smaller, the swing amplitude is also lower, gradually returning to calm.

Just as Yang Chen thought he had pressed down the magic whip, his mind relaxed a little, and the magic whip suddenly rioted. After relaxing, I wanted to suddenly get nervous, but it wasn't that easy. I couldn't help but notice that Yang Chen was about to be engendered with hatred.

A bloody light flashed in the blood river, and the light shadow directly broke the magic whip, then flashed several more times. Just now the magic flame rose long whip, suddenly weird stopped in the sea of knowledge, no movement, unbelievably weird.

In the middle of the long black whip, the sudden flash revealed a little blood red, followed by more and more blood red, directly dividing the long black whip in half.

Next, all over the black magic whip, a tiny bit of blood red, more and more blood red, gradually divided the entire whip into countless small lattices.

Finally, the large and small red mesh flashed, and the black magic whip completely broke into pieces and fell. Knowing the speed of sea dust wraps these debris up, disperses them evenly, and the speed begins to absorb them.

The red light flashed in the blood river, began to rise slowly, and finally floated to the center of the sea of knowledge, showing the formation.

The familiar look, the familiar smell, apart from the different colors, the other parts are the same as the fairy knife of the year. As soon as the knife appeared, it grew faster, occupying the majority of the sea of knowledge. Those black pieces of magic were shattered under the lethal deterrent carried on the knife.

As soon as the fairy knife leaves the blood river, it is as if the blood river has been drained of spirit and no longer emits any breath. Instead, it was slaughtered by a fairy knife, spreading a frightening slaughter.

Relative to the blood river of that year, the killing intent emitted by the now fairy knife is restrained and deep, only concentrated on the fairy knife, but does not escape a bit.

The bloody red knife leaves no choice but to have a creepy sense of fear, which puts enormous psychological pressure on people. Just look at this knife and you have this feeling, not to mention what kind of soul is scattered after being cut off.

As soon as the knife comes out, all the emotional pauses are depressed, leaving only this cold and restrained killing intent. But then, a pure excitement arose from the bottom of Yang Chen's heart, spreading rapidly all over Yang Chen's body.

With one right hand, the fairy knife suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's hand. The feeling of familiarity with the finger arm made Yang Chen have a kind of unspeakable pleasure.

After centuries of quenching, Cutting the Immortal Knife and Yang Chen already have a kind of acquiescence of blending flesh and blood, as if this is part of their body, feeling, breathing.

The first time Ling's killing intentions attracted the attention of asthma. This kind of murder knife is the favorite of asthma. It does not wait for Yang Chen's instructions. He quickly showed up, took a large bite and bit the handle of the immortal knife. He will never let go again. The huge body shrunk countless times, wrapped directly around Yang Chen's hand, connecting Yang Chen and the immortal knife together.

It was also the first time that asthma had taken its own initiative after arriving in the land of demons, and even purified demon beads had not allowed asthma to behave like this before.

The mouth contains a knife, and a low dragon bark is heard in the asthma mouth, sounding as if the blade had been rowed. The kind of leap that originated from the bottom of my heart cannot be hidden in any way from Yang Chen, the master.

At this time, Yang Chen was even more excited than Asthma. Holding a cleaver, it feels like the extension of your arm, you can do whatever you want, your heart suddenly rises, no matter what is in front of you, you have to chop one knife, chop one of the two sections of the pride.

In fact, that's exactly what Yang Chen did. Cutting the fairy knife up high, without even having the process of accumulation, whatever is ahead, just cut it off with one sword.

The space ahead was huge, as if it had been suddenly separated by this knife, and the swords scattered across the ground drew a long, thin line that lasted dozens of miles. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)