Chapter 2042: No Regrets in Sword Strike

In the air, five sword lights came and went, and wherever they passed, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river!

Hundreds of thousands of monks joined forces to encircle Liang Yan, but they did not have any advantage, and it became a one-sided massacre!

In the chaotic battlefield, Liang Yan was as steady as a mountain, with layers of golden light covering his whole body, and sword energy surrounding him. All kinds of magic could not get close to him, and he was already invincible.

He was not merciful at all, and used various mysterious swordsmanship such as "Lightless Sword Sutra", "Three Heavenly Son Sword Technique", "Yuzhu Yin" to the extreme. The surging sword energy raged on the battlefield, blood splattered, and screams were endless!

Before half an hour had passed, most of the 100,000 ghost prison monks had died! Qing Beiwang, Jihun Laozu and others who were once full of confidence and vowed to capture Liang Yan, now became dead souls under the sword.

The few surviving Huajie Laozu were all pale.

Gui Tou Tuo looked around and saw that the entire ninth floor was piled up like a mountain of corpses, bones were scattered everywhere, and blood gathered together to form a vast ocean. A real sea of ​​blood and corpses!

"Is this the disaster of Fengdu City?"

A sense of sadness suddenly arose in his heart, but not for these dead monks, but for himself.

He became famous at a young age, and his aptitude and understanding were top-notch. Later, he entered Fengdu City to practice the secret art of ghosts. He did not dare to relax every day and night. After thousands of years of hard practice, he had the current realm.

But in the end, what is the difference between him and these 100,000 monks? After death, even the true spirit cannot be reincarnated, and the hard-earned cultivation is in vain!

Thinking of this, Gui Tou Tuo's eyes showed a trace of confusion.

His sight passed the monks fighting in front of him and fixed on the gray-clothed man who was surrounded by people but had a calm face.

This man looked indifferent, but his eyes were full of determination. It was an indomitable determination. Not to mention that there were 100,000 monks in the Ghost Prison, even if there were 1 million or 10 million, his flying sword would only move forward and would not retreat!

Swish!

At the moment when Gui Tou Tuo's eyes were confused, a silver sword light fell from the sky, and a star-like brilliance bloomed above his head.

Gui Tou Tuo suddenly woke up and danced the Zen stick in his hand very quickly. Black ghost energy burst out, and surrounded his body, wrapping him like a mist.

The spell had just taken shape, and the star sword light had already fallen.

The clusters of starlight contained the cold and invisible sword energy, which took shape with the objects and changed unpredictably.

The black ghost fog surged wildly, trying to devour and disintegrate the sword energy, but it was dispersed by the starlight as soon as it touched. The originally thick fog became thinner and thinner. In just a few breaths, the starlight sword energy had completely penetrated the black fog, revealing the figure of Gui Tou Tuo.

The face of the old ancestor of the catastrophe was horrified. He looked up and saw the cold starlight falling from the sky, and everything around him became illusory.

"I can't escape"

For some reason, at the moment when the starlight sword energy fell, Gui Tou Tuo felt a little relieved.

"Since joining Tiangong City, Fengdu City is no longer the original Fengdu City. All this may have been destined."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Gui Tou Tuo felt a flash in front of his eyes.

The starlight sword light passed through his neck, and his head was cut off in an instant. The starlight sword energy flew like snow, turning his body and soul into ashes.

"Within three days, I will go down to the eighteenth level of the ghost prison. Those who stand in my way will die!"

In the air, Liang Yan fought bloody battles, and his two-handed sword tactics continued!

The sword lights interpreted the mysterious power of the law, killing people with rolling heads and flowing blood. The terrifying killing intent made the mountains tremble, and the whole battlefield was full of killing.

"Ah!"

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and fled away like crazy.

Although they knew that running away would lead to death, and dying under the Life and Death Pill would only be worse, the fear in these people's hearts could no longer be suppressed.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds, that is, to escape!

The farther the better!

"Come back quickly, you idiots!"

The only two remaining Huajie ancestors shouted loudly: "Those who escape must die! This little thief has been fighting until now. I don't believe how much spiritual power he has. I'm afraid he has run out of oil and is only holding on with one breath!"

He used his magical powers in his voice, rolling like thunder, and it was heard thousands of miles away.

Unfortunately, no one listened to him.

Almost everyone was fleeing. Facing the great terror between life and death, most people would still follow their instincts.

Swish!

Another purple thunder sword light fell, and the Huajie ancestor who had just shouted was suddenly startled and hurriedly cast a spell to resist.

Unfortunately, his spell was like paper in front of the thunder sword energy, and was smashed into dust in an instant.

"Ah!"

The man let out a shrill scream as the purple sword light pierced his chest. His eyes widened and he looked at Liang Yan in disbelief.

"Now you should know whether I am exhausted or not." Liang Yan said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of explosions came from the man's body, and the thunder sword energy spread and rushed, turning his soul and true spirit into ashes.

The sixth ancestor of the catastrophe also died!

The last ancestor of the catastrophe was left. Seeing this scene, he knew that the situation was over.

He did not run away, but rushed towards Liang Yan, halfway through, he made a seal with his hands and muttered something.

"Self-destruction of the soul?"

Liang Yan sneered and pointed with his hand.

The Lingtian sword ball rushed out and turned into a frosty white sword light, freezing the man's way forward.

"I'm going to fight you!"

The man roared and exploded before he got close. His soul and body were completely annihilated, turning into a halo that spread rapidly around.

The halo contained powerful destructive power, but unfortunately, it encountered the ice sword energy during the spread, and its speed became slower and slower, and its power became weaker and weaker.

When it reached Liang Yan, the power in the halo had dissipated, just like a ripple in a pond, which could not stir up any waves.

Liang Yan stood there, not even moving a step.

"Want to escape?"

Liang Yan sneered, his eyes turned, and saw a true spirit running away in the distance. It was the man who had just exploded!

It turned out that this man had a good plan, and wanted to use self-explosion to attract Liang Yan's attention so that his true spirit could escape.

According to his idea, if the self-explosion seriously injured Liang Yan, he would be considered to have made a contribution in the future when Tiangong City investigated it. He could make up for his mistakes and maybe even have a chance to reshape his body.

If Liang Yan could not be hurt, then his body and soul would be destroyed, which was also a disguised way of getting rid of the Life and Death Pill. However, his thousand-year cultivation would be destroyed, and he would be hunted down by Tiangong City afterwards, so his chance of survival would be very slim.

"There is always a glimmer of hope."

Thinking of this, his true spirit flew at full speed, fleeing the battlefield as quickly as possible.

But before he ran a hundred miles, bright stars suddenly appeared above his head.

"What is this?"

The man looked up and saw the silver light was gorgeous, and everything around him became hazy and dreamlike.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the starlight sword energy flew, and the man's remaining true spirit completely turned into nothingness in the silver light.

So far, all seven ancestors of the Transformation Tribulation have become dead souls under the sword!

Originally, the 100,000 Ghost Prison monks who had gathered from all levels were also slaughtered by more than 70,000 people, leaving only more than 20,000 monks, all fleeing in embarrassment.

While he was killing Gui Tou Tuo and other Hua Jie ancestors, these people left the space node and returned to the eighth floor.

Liang Yan did not kill them all.

This was not because he was soft-hearted, but because of time!

Time is Liang Yan's biggest enemy now. Those low-level cultivators are not a threat to him, and they are running in the direction of the eighth floor, which will not stop his next move. Instead of wasting time chasing them, it is better to continue going down.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan turned around and looked at the strange face on the mountain wall.

He had almost slaughtered the 100,000 troops, and the seven Hua Jie ancestors also died tragically under his sword. At this time, the evil spirit was at its peak. Just a glance back made the Ghost Mountain Ancestor shudder.

"What are you going to do?"

Although Ghost Mountain Patriarch was panicking, he looked calm and said in a deep voice: "I admit that you are very powerful, but you don't know how many masters there are in the lower nine layers of Ghost Prison. Even if the sub-sage comes, he will suffer! I advise you to leave quickly and return the same way. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope!"

"Return the same way?"

Liang Yan showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Liang will not turn back until he achieves his goal on this trip!"

After saying that, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he looked at a corner on the edge of the mountain.

"You don't have to play tricks. I have been observing your qi flow since the beginning of the battle. Now I know where your body is."

"You!"

When the strange face saw Liang Yan's gaze, it showed panic for the first time.

Before he could react, Liang Yan had turned into a beam of light, and in a moment he reached a green peak on the edge of the mountain.

Ghost Mountain Patriarch was shocked and hurriedly urged his magic power to move the mountain.

But how could Liang Yan let him do what he wanted? With a wave of his sleeves, the sword energy of ice spread out, and soon froze the surrounding space, even the magic power could not flow, and locked the mountain firmly in place.

Seeing that he could not move the mountain, the Ghost Mountain Patriarch was anxious, and he used his magic power again to turn the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers into a group of yellow clouds, which gathered from all directions, trying to block Liang Yan's sword light.

"Go!"

Liang Yan was not moved at all, and activated the power of the Nine-Turn Golden Pill and the Sword Infant, and then pointed his hand, and the Purple Thunder Heavenly Sound Sword fell from the sky.

The magical power evolved from the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers, plus the ghost energy of the Ghost Mountain Patriarch, could not stop this sword!

I saw a purple thunder dragon, cutting through the layers of yellow clouds, piercing through the defensive barrier of the Ghost Mountain Patriarch, and landing on the top of the Qingfeng Peak. The sword force still did not weaken at all, and the mountain was split in the middle with just one sword!

"Stop! Stop!" The strange face on the mountain wall screamed in panic. After the mountain was split open, a stone in the belly of the mountain was exposed. It was gray-brown and looked very inconspicuous. But Liang Yan's purple lightning sword light was hovering over the stone at this time! "Ghost Mountain Ancestor, is this your true body?" Liang Yan stared at the stubborn stone under the sword light and said coldly: "Now, your life and death are only in my mind. I will give you three breaths to open the entrance to the 'lower nine layers', otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!" Ghost Mountain Ancestor looked panicked and shouted: "No! You can't kill me, I have merged with this space." "Three!" Liang Yan interrupted him expressionlessly. "The strength of the Ten Kings of Hell is far beyond your imagination, even if I let you go down." "Two!" Liang Yan's eyes were as cold as frost. "No!"

The ancestor of Guishan completely collapsed and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Little thief, I am the lord of Fengdu City who repaired the remaining stones of the reincarnation world. I was ordered to guard this place. I have the magic seal left by the lord of the reincarnation city on my body. If you kill me, , he will be counterattacked by the city lord’s spell, and he will not escape death!”

"Lord of Fengdu City?" Liang Yan raised his brows slightly.

"good!"

The ancestor of Guishan said loudly: "The magic of the saint is unstoppable. If you kill me, you will definitely die! So, give up. It is impossible for you to reach the bottom with your own strength!"

"I see."

Liang Yan nodded, his face calm, like an ancient well, calm and calm.

Seeing that he had no reaction, the ancestor of Guishan became even more frightened and shouted: "What are you going to do? You have outstanding qualifications and a bright future, so you can't do this."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Yan pointed with his hand expressionlessly.

The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword fell and pierced the gray-brown stone with one strike!

"ah!"

The ancestor of Guishan let out a shrill scream, the strange face on the mountain wall was twisted to the extreme, and the entire ninth floor space was shaking!

"Little thief! If you don't listen to my advice and insist on going your own way, you will eventually end up in ashes."

The ancestor of Guishan screamed hoarsely, but he could no longer say the next words.

After the gray-brown stone was pierced by the sword light, the entire ninth floor space began to collapse rapidly. The earth cracked, the sky shattered, the mountains and rivers turned into powder, and everything returned to chaos!

As for the aura of the ancestor of Guishan, it quickly disappeared after the stone was pierced, and finally died!

At the same time, a wisp of gray smoke flew out from the stone debris, followed Liang Yan's sword light upwards, and soon reached the center of his eyebrows.

Liang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a solemn expression.

He could see that this wisp of gray smoke was illusory, and with his current level of cultivation, there was no way he could stop it.

Sure enough, the gray smoke was like an illusory object that could not be captured at all. It so easily penetrated his body-protecting aura and invaded his body.

Liang Yan felt his Tianchi point jump suddenly, and then a turbid air suddenly appeared, flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones!

"Well"

Severe pain hit him, and even he couldn't help but groan.

In just a moment, sweat soaked his clothes.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Xunzhen saw that he looked in pain and was shaky, so he immediately flew out of the Taixu Gourd and wanted to step forward to help him.

But Liang Yan waved his hand and rejected Zhao Xunzhen's kindness.

He was suspended in the air, his face was pale, his body was hot and cold, and he couldn't stop twitching, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

I don't know how long it took, but Liang Yan finally recovered from the pain.

"It doesn't matter."

He took a deep breath and softly uttered two words.

But Zhao Xunzhen beside him exclaimed: "Master, your face."

"my face?"

Liang Yan frowned slightly, and his voice was completely different from before, becoming extremely hoarse.

In Zhao Xunzhen's sight, half of his cheeks had completely lost their color and turned into gray-brown stones.