Chapter 2045 The Real Origin
Chapter 2045 The real origin
"Buzz!"
In just a short moment, a thousand sword shadows slashed the sky against the sky, like a galaxy hanging down, running through thousands of miles.
And the originally flashing blood radiance was quietly annihilated at this moment.
"Let's go!!"
Hearing the humming sound coming from behind, countless Tianjiao turned their heads to look, their eyes suddenly condensed, they didn't dare to stop for a moment, and fled wildly towards the entrance.
At this time, they could see that above the sky, thousands of swords chanted in unison, slashing the way of heaven.
And the shadow of the lonely mountain was shrouded in sword power in an instant and disappeared completely.
until! !
The breath of everyone disappeared completely, and Xiang Chen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly trembled for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels all over his body seemed to be emitting a slight tremor, and they were rushing again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Can! !
What is frightening is that the direction of his blood flow at this time is completely opposite to that of ordinary people.
"call."
Xiang Chen's eyes slowly opened, and even the broken wound on his chest was healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Immediately, he looked up at the direction of the sky, his eyes were indifferent, and there was no trace of vitality.
"Ling Xiao, one day, the ancestors of my Xiang clan will step on your corpse and set foot on the peak of the fairy road."
Overlord disarms, retrograde blood.
This is the most terrifying talent of the Xiang clan bloodline. To put it bluntly, Xiang Chen's combat power at this time is far more terrifying than before.
However, he did not shoot at Ling Xiao again, but disappeared in place.
The terror of this Emperor Qingcang was completely beyond his expectations.
Even if Xiang Chen fought to the death, he would not be able to shake the slightest bit.
Now, his mission is not over, and he must not die here.
As long as he finds his ancestor and helps him awaken, Xiang Chen believes that with his strength, he may not lose to Ling Xiao.
Above the void, Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, hunting in black, exuding an unparalleled meaning.
He looked down at the disappearing Xiang Chen "corpse", and there was no trace of waves on his face.
From the very beginning, he hadn't planned to really kill this Qing Cang Sequence.
Even with the last punch, it avoided Xiang Chen's heart.
Of course, Ling Xiao did this not because of kindness, but to use Xiang Chen to find the true overlord of the Xiang family, Xiang Jiba!
There is still 30,000 luck on this dust.
It is conceivable that Xiang Jiba's luck has reached a terrifying level.
Now Ling Xiao's Destiny casting value has reached 90%. Only by beheading the Son of Destiny with more than 50,000 Destiny, can the real Destiny Body be cast.
As for Situ Yunque's murderous intention, Ling Xiao was quite surprised.
However, now it seems that among these six ancient ways, there are indeed some leeks worth looking forward to.
"Om!!"
Just when Ling Xiao was pondering secretly, a piercing sword chant suddenly came from the lonely mountain in the distance.
I saw a ray of blood rising into the sky, like the rising sun of blood, actually blocking the thousand ancient swords a hundred miles away.
Looking from a distance, above the sky at this time, Qinghui and Bloody each occupy a piece of the sky.
Qianjian hummed, but it was difficult to break the bloody day.
Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and there were not too many surprises on his face.
He has long noticed that the breath of the ghost shadow of the lonely mountain has reached the terrifying half-emperor level.
In other words, the combat power of this female demon is even more terrifying than that of the Lord Wanyu.
This was the first time that Ling Xiao had faced a powerhouse whose cultivation had reached the Emperor Realm alone.
Even if it is only a half emperor, it is not comparable to the ordinary heavenly supreme.
In particular, although Ling Xiao did not see a trace of luck in her, he felt a resentment and obsession that had been through the ages.
This kind of power, diametrically opposed to luck, is also the purest and most terrifying power in the world.
"Finally... someone is here."
At the end of Xuehui, a figure stepped slowly and confronted Ling Xiao across the air.
At this time, Ling Xiao could see clearly that the appearance of this witch was extremely pure.
The plain face is picturesque, and the eyes are clear, which is completely opposite to the demonic thoughts on the body.
Especially the big red blood robe, which seemed to be watered with blood, indescribably bloody and gloomy.
There was a faint coldness on her face, like she was tired of this world.
But the more so, it gives people a... sad and moving beauty.
"Who are you?
Why are you in this sword prison? "
Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and he looked down at the woman in front of him.
At this time, Ling Xiao didn't feel a trace of vitality from her body.
Obviously, she may have fallen for endless years.
"Who am I?"
The red-clothed woman's brows twitched slightly, and there was a touch of confusion on her flawless white face.
Immediately, there seemed to be gorilla light flickering in her eyes, she lifted her jade hand lightly, and saw a blood-colored ancient sword suddenly floated out and appeared in her hand.
It was a three-foot long sword with blood-red body and layers of black ancient patterns.
At the moment of its appearance, the entire sword prison seemed to have thousands of ghosts screaming together, and the thunderclouds were overwhelming the sky.
All kinds of resentment turned into long clouds, boiling and whimpering, like the end of the world.
And Ling Xiao's
For the first time in Jianzang, there was a... tremor.
It is hard to imagine how terrifying this female devil's perception of kendo must have been.
But... Obviously, she doesn't have any kendo talent at all, and her physique is ordinary, but she can attract such a vision of heaven and earth.
what on earth is it?
!
"Brother, why don't you come to pick up Ah Xuan, where are you?"
The red-clothed witch sighed lightly, as if she was murmuring, with a sad look in her eyes.
But Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly froze at this moment.
Brother?
The ancient road of reincarnation?
Suddenly, Ling Xiao seemed to have thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At this time, he had probably guessed the identity of the woman in front of him, and finally understood why she appeared here.
"Buzz!"
Ling Xiao stepped out, and the three thousand sword bones all over his body bloomed.
And the torrent of kendo that was originally stagnant immediately penetrated the sky and slashed down.
"Brother, how long will it take you to come... A Xuan, I've been waiting for too long..."
The red-clothed witch has cold eyes, holding the blood sword in her hand and gently slashing it down.
Suddenly, a large piece of soul light fell down, like thousands of sword souls condensed into the world, rushing towards the sword flow.
"Om!!"
The moment the two swords collided, countless cracks burst out from the sky.
The cold light suddenly appeared, like a hundred thousand stars shattering at the same time.
The terrifying sword power swept away, and the entire sword prison was on the verge of collapse at this time.
"interesting…"
Ling Xiao's eyes were slightly cold, and there seemed to be evil in his eyes.
At this moment, he could feel that the breath of the red-clothed witch had a natural kindness to any sword intent.
In other words, no matter how fierce the sword is, it will become docile in front of her.
And the blood sword in her hand can devour all the souls and resentments in this world, turn it into her own power, and cut everything.
Sword slave!
If Ling Xiao expected it well, this woman should be the sword slave of this magic sword, also known as... the scabbard.
Her existence is to nurture this sword, especially that kind of obsession. For this magic sword, it can be called the purest nourishment!