Reference 2191 Phaseless Demon Xun, Sword of the True Dragon

"Clang clang!"

The halo on Indra trembled violently, and it also rotated to the extreme at once, and all the phantoms of the planets poured into the stick, and together with those great forces that overwhelmed mountains and seas, they rushed up.

"Boom!"

The two forces finally bombarded together.

The entire barren ancient land, the universe and the universe, were all shattered.

The powerful coercion of the aftermath crushed all the structures of the hall to pieces. Those martial artists who watched in horror from the side tried their best to run the defense to the extreme, but they were still smashed to pieces by the aftermath, leaving no residue.

One gold and one black, two great powers separated in the sky, forming an instant balance.

But within the golden enchantment, Yang Qingxuan and the others couldn't hold on any longer. Starting from the low-level realm kings, they vomited blood one by one, and retreated again and again after being shocked by the power.

The brilliance of the golden enchantment flickered, and was immediately dominated by the magic light, which slashed down fiercely.

"Do not!--"

Yang Qingxuan and the others roared in despair, heart-piercing.

They watched helplessly as they joined forces and were cut to pieces by the blood-stained magic knife. The huge image of the knife seemed to manifest thousands of times, hitting everyone's heart directly.

"puff!"

Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew back like a kite with a broken string.

But at the moment of landing, he still stepped on the ground with both feet desperately, and did not fall down to show his unyielding determination.

The rest of them were also sent flying and fell to the ground hard, no longer able to fight.

A mood of barrenness, destruction, blood stains, and despair spread across this broken land.

The golden Indra lost all its brilliance, and was inserted peacefully on the ground, like a tombstone at the end of the day, as if he had accepted the arrangement of fate.

"Boy, you are very good."

The figure retracted the knife, stuck it on the ground, and said quietly with his hands behind his back.

That handsome and evil face appears and disappears in the magic light.

Yang Qingxuan laughed grimly: "You can kill my body, but you can't kill my Dao Heart. But I feel sorry for you, Wuxiang Heavenly King! A generation of unrivaled powers has fallen so far!"

"what?"

Everyone on the Broken Earth raised their heads in shock, looking in disbelief.

Is this person in front of you the Phaseless Heavenly King? Isn't he Mo Xun, the first master of the Gilded Demon Palace?

"Heh, heh heh, hahahaha!"

The man suddenly laughed loudly, his dark pupils were full of sinful pleasure, and his temperament completely merged with the blood-stained sword.

Yang Qingxuan had seen the petrified statue of Wuxiang Tianwang in the altar of Indra World, so he recognized the person in front of him at a glance, it was Wuxiang Tianwang.

"You think I'm the Phaseless Heavenly King?" the man sneered.

"Isn't it?" Yang Qingxuan asked unyieldingly. After performing a move just now, he exhausted all his strength, and was shocked by the power of the magic knife. On the ground, support your body.

"Or, you think I'm Mo Xun?" The man sneered again.

"Who the hell are you?" Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, did he guess wrong? The person in front of him is either the Wuxiang Heavenly King, or Yuanshi Moxun. Could it be the third person?

"Heavenly kings have no form, and demons have no form. If people say there is no form, then it is not formless, it is formless."

The man uttered the truth, and the evil light and the golden light in his pupils flashed at the same time, mixing together, like a force of unexplored primordial power, he said word by word: "I am neither formless nor demon, I am Phaseless Demon Xun."

In that stalwart and heroic figure, a golden light and a magic light emerged.

It turned out that Yuan Shi Mo Xun poured into the body of the Wuxiang Heavenly King, and guided the Wuxiang Heavenly King into a new generation of dharma body. It combined all the power and memory of the two, and it was Wuxiang Moxun.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

But these are not important anymore, the important thing is that they are going to be finished, if the front is death, it doesn't matter who he is.

Wuxiang Moxun stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "As an extremely outstanding you, I will give you a reward, and let you ask another question."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while and asked, "Then let us go?"

Wuxiang Moxun smiled and said: "Haha, not good."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the magic knife stuck on the ground immediately screamed, bursting out with powerful force, and then slowly flew into the hands of Wuxiang Moxun.

"I will use this magic knife condensed by the blood of thousands of sins to cut off all the sins you have committed since the beginningless kalpa."

The eyes of the Wuxiang Heavenly King flashed, and he softly shouted: "Die!"

The lingering blood-stained magic light spread out in an instant, covering the entire ancient land.

Everyone's heart trembled, and then they sank into the bottomless abyss, dying of complete despair.

Suddenly, on the top of a barren mountain in the distance, a girl in red slowly flew down.

A lock of beautiful hair fluttered slightly.

Slender willow eyebrows, eyes looking forward, and skin as white as snow, set off a small face with a peerless beauty.

Petite, gentle and graceful, about sixteen or seventeen years old, gentle and lovely.

At the same time as the girl appeared, on the dead and hopeless ancient land, a powerful voice suddenly sounded, stirring on the ground, shaking layers of air waves.

"Sumi no me!"

As soon as the four characters came out, a cyan aurora suddenly appeared on the dark, cold, bleak and empty sky, shooting down through layers of space.

Ling's blood-stained magic light covering the earth seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wuxiang Moxun's face changed slightly, his dark pupils flickered, and he looked towards the sky.

Inside the aurora, there was actually a fiery divine sword, surrounded by sword gangs, and a faint dragon chant broke out from the sword, trying to tear the rotten earth apart.

Wuxiang Moxun's pupils shrunk slightly, his handsome face turned cold, and with a flick of the magic knife in his hand, the light of the knife, which was originally slashing at everyone, turned around in an instant, and greeted the divine sword.

"Boom!"

Swords and swords collided in the void.

The terrifying air waves were like seas, splitting the universe and the earth one by one.

Yang Qingxuan and the others were all horrified, and hurriedly fled to a distance to avoid the aftermath of the terrifying sword energy and saber light. If he was cut casually, he would end up decapitated.

At the same time, my heart is full of shock, who is it? He has the ability to withstand such a terrifying opponent.

"Hey, I never expected to meet such a powerful person when I first came to this world." The loud voice in the void sounded again, stirring.

Wuxiang Moxun said coldly: "Where did the bug come from, can a real dragon sword kill my blood crime?"

Nasumi went up, and was immediately infected by the blood-stained magic light, and lost all sword energy.

"One is not enough, then three more!"

"Heaven and earth can't do it!"

"The calamity has no beginning!"

"I have no form!"

There was a flash of light in the void, and a man with a strange appearance appeared, and a cold light flashed in the dragon's eyes, and the three sharp swords turned into real dragons and spun, descending with the man.