The First Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty-Seven Chapters Are Difficult to Collect, the Fourth Form

With so many Moon Burial Pavilion members and so many rare monsters, Jun Changxiao didn't escape, the reason...it was too late.

If you explain to them that you are passing by, you will definitely not believe it, so there is only one battle!

Some might say.

If this thing doesn't run, it must be on a mission.

Sorry, no mission.

The reason why he chose to be tough is because the ten major immortal sects came to make trouble before, and he was unable to contend, and he was very aggrieved and depressed.

in short.

I can't fight them, I can't fight you?

come!

Who is the grandson!

At that moment, in the face of thousands of warriors and thousands of monsters, Jun Changxiao's waist was straight and he looked like a real man who stood upright!

"cut!"

The members of the Burying Moon Pavilion who rushed over saw the guy take out a knife, and a sneer appeared on his face.

A toy knife, scare who?

"You always laugh!"

The leading black-robed old man shouted: "Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you break in, don't think about leaving this place alive today!"

"hell?"

Jun Changxiao bent down, took a posture of drawing a knife, and said coldly, "It will be as you wish right away!"

There are so many members of the Burial Moon Pavilion on the island, it must be the headquarters. Since I found it by mistake, I had to do a good calculation on the matter of controlling Yao Mengying by special means before!

"call!"

The breath erupted, and the killing intent permeated.

Jun Changxiao has not used the Unreceivable Knife since it was upgraded to the fourth generation.

What's more, these people are not good at first glance, and killing them should not be cruel.

"call out!"

"call out!"

In an instant, several truth-seeking realm powerhouses took the lead in killing them.

Although their breath is not as high as the peak level, it still has a huge pressure!

"Buzz!"

The space began to shake under the harassment of power.

Jun Changxiao was a little flustered. If unfortunately, a reader with the surname duo said that the four generations of intractable knives could not compete with the realm of seeking the truth, I'm afraid... I'm fine, and I still have the escape sign given by the spree. If the situation is not right, you can open it immediately. slip!

I haven't fought yet, I've figured out the way back.

"A finger of the devil!"

"Shining light!"

"The Great Demon has no power!"

"Hoohoo!"

"Hoohoo!"

Before several powerful people from the Burial Moon Pavilion came, various remote magic and martial arts were greeted. For a time, the screen was full of special effects, and the torn space was distorted!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

All kinds of powerful monsters that were extinct in the upper realm also came over.

The three forces of sea, land and air completely blocked Jun Changxiao. It was impossible to pull out a knife, and he was properly beaten to death.

"Leave the green hills so you don't have to worry about burning wood!" The system blocked: "Let's run away!"

"Lend your auspicious words!"

Jun Changxiao stepped forward with one foot, and at a time when all kinds of brilliant martial skills were about to be overwhelmed, the burst output depended entirely on the special ability of Roar, and shouted: "Swish!"

"Qiang------------"

Under the super-burning BGM and the sound of a knife being drawn, this beach suddenly erupted with powerful energy, and rolled up billowing dust, forming a tornado that soared into the sky.

Several truth-seeking realm powerhouses braked and stopped, their eyes filled with disbelief!

From their lens, several powerful energies formed by martial arts were all stagnant at the edge of the dust tornado, as if they were tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, making it difficult to move!

what happened?

The members of the Burying Moon Pavilion who came later were all stunned.

So many powerful energies are suddenly frozen in mid-air, which is really incredible!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The monsters and birds rushing out of the sky and the mountains let out low-pitched roars, and a look of fear gradually appeared in their eyes.

Beasts are better than humans in danger perception.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a heavy landing sound inside the rotating tornado, the billowing dust suddenly dispersed, and a huge sickle appeared first in the field of vision.

The blade of the sickle is very long, and the blade shines sharply. Because of its shape, it looks like a crescent moon. At the top of the slender handle, two blood-like red ribbons flutter in the wind.

"Gudu!"

The members of the Moon Burial Pavilion swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but they still could not stop the coolness from rising.

The shape of the scythe is not scary, what is scary is that the entire blade body emits an extremely strong aura of death!

"Snapped!"

Jun Changxiao grabbed one hand on the handle of the scythe, raised his head lightly, a stern face gradually appeared in the black robe he put on, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a sinister smile.

Wearing a black robe and holding a sickle.

Like the god of death who came out of hell!

"call!"

Jun Changxiao put the scythe on his shoulder, covered his face with his left hand, and let out a weird and gloomy laughter: "Jie Jie Jie, are you ready to go to hell!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

[The Unstoppable Knife, Fourth Form] Two lines of vigorous and powerful characters instantly occupy the entire screen and are accompanied by a vibration effect.

Several truth-seeking experts retreated in shock.

When Jun Changxiao carried the sickle on his back as if he had turned into a god of death, they finally felt the crisis of death!

All kinds of special monsters first had a premonition, and at this moment they turned around and ran back, and the fear in their eyes became stronger and stronger.

This is not human!

This is the monster this is the devil!

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao waved his hand, the huge sickle cut through the void, and the incomparably cold knife light flew into the depths of the mountain forest, turning the corner and sweeping away from one side, the space on the path was mercilessly split, showing a deep and long crack.

"Boom!"

The monsters fleeing in this direction stopped one after another and looked at the space rift that blocked the passage in front of them, their eyes bulging out in shock!

"brush!"

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao raised the sickle and slashed three times in the void. The streamer instantly split the three directions, splicing it together with the previous space crack, forming a square and four-edged area, trapping all the members of the Moon Burial Pavilion and the monsters in it.

Profound meaning.

Space Cage!

"Um?"

Sitting on the coast because of a bowl of fried rice, Liu Sinan, who had been reminiscing about half a month, raised his head, looked at the boundless ocean, and said in surprise, "The energy fluctuation just now seemed to be... the power of space?"

He and Jun Changxiao are very far apart, and they can feel the vibration of space because they have the spirit of space.

"Go and see."

Liu Sinan carried the sarcophagus and flew towards the deep sea.

The energy fluctuations in the space always came, guiding him accurately, and he should not get lost.

...

Lingyin Island.

Looking down from a high-altitude angle, you can clearly see the space cracks in the square and four edges, and the picture is very shocking.

The cage is indeed comparable to hell, because the breath of death is too strong!

All kinds of monsters parked on the edge of the crack in the mountain forest space trembled violently, and even the birds fell to the ground in fright.

The members of the Moon Burial Pavilion were so frightened that their faces turned green.

With a wave of his hand, the space is split.

Could the sickle in that guy's hand be... an artifact? !

"tread!"

Jun Changxiao walked over, stopped in front of the nearest truth-seeking powerhouse, and said in a cold voice, "Where is the Demon Ancestor?"

"..."

The closer the huge sickle was, the stronger the breath of death from hell, his hands and legs trembled, and his scalp seemed to burst immediately.

"No...no...no comment!"

Although this true-seeking powerhouse was suppressed, he still had a firm mind and would not betray his beliefs out of fear.

"then you."

"You can die."

Jun Changxiao raised his scythe, the blade in the shape of a crescent moon was attached to his neck, and indifferent words announced the death penalty.

"Puchi——————"

The head flew out, and blood splattered.

When the corpse fell down, Jun Changxiao came to another powerhouse in the Moon Burial Pavilion and said the same thing: "Where is the Demon Ancestor."

There was no emotion in his eyes and words, just like the god of death who really came out of hell.