Zhou Jueyin watched with great interest the blue-green sword light swept by the dark whirlwind. It seemed like a dragon swimming over the river, and like a meteor that flashed and moved. However, it could not escape from the evil ghost path where the source of death was transformed.

Natural disaster and mysterious wind.

As time went by, the blue-green sword light became more and more powerful, and it seemed that it was about to break through the Nine Netherworld and crush the black wind. But just at this moment, traces of blood-red lightning flashed in the lead-gray sky.

In just the blink of an eye, the bloody electric light gradually unfolded, filling the sky with gray clouds.

"Be careful, the third calamity is coming..."

The faint words passed through Jiuyou Xuanfeng and entered the ears of Ji Boyi, who was fiercely fighting against the natural disaster. At the same time, he had heard that the whirlwind that was originally suppressed by his Taiyin Blade began to rebound gradually, and even faintly intertwined.

The sound of the wind and waves was like the cold air of death condensed into fluid, and the light in front of my eyes suddenly dimmed, as if I had fallen into the passage between life and death again.

"We can't delay it any longer, otherwise several catastrophes will happen together, enough to turn my current incarnation of Taiyin into dust."

In one thought, Ji Yiyi had already clearly calculated the gains and losses. He originally planned to save some mana as a back-up, and instantly unleashed his strongest attack.

Zhou Jueyin's face, who was observing outside, suddenly moved. The surroundings were filled with dark and dead air at some point, as if there were clouds all over the place. When he looked up, there was no moon shadow, only blood-red lightning flashing like a snake on the edge of the clouds. It flickered brightly and then disappeared.

In the meantime, the dark and boundless Nine Nether Winds illuminated by thick clouds seemed like mountains, densely packed, surging in layers, surrounding the sky.

The whirlwind is getting bigger and bigger, with blood-colored electric snakes swimming above it, and wind waves raging below. The light of the green sword is like a firefly in it, as if it will be annihilated and disappear in the next moment.

Just at the moment when the blood-colored electric light was about to fall and chop down, merge with the nine mysterious winds, and turn into a catastrophe of wind and thunder, which was ten times more terrifying. A brilliance that was darker than death and brighter than the stars suddenly burst out, as if

Black meteors flashed across the sky from the Nine Netherworld Wind, stretching thousands of feet, as if to split the sky into a crack. It was spectacular, mysterious, and inexplicable.

"It's that guy's magic sword!"

Zhou Jueyin murmured, as an old ghost who has lived for who knows how many years, he has seen countless amazing and talented people. But no matter who they are, as long as they have not attained the enlightenment of heaven and transcended reincarnation, they will all fall into depravity.

Evil ghost, the final result is not as good as him, a ghost.

But the shadow that left the most profound impression on him, which was almost indelible, was that of Taiyin Patriarch, who had long flowing sleeves and looked as gentle as jade, but was actually more ferocious than any evil ghost.

It was this magic sword that was honed by destroying the form and spirit of thousands of ferocious souls that killed the four superiors of their ghost kingdom. The seventy-two subordinates of Liutian Palace were terrified. If it hadn't been sent to them by the emperor's Yin edict,

Several great gods also came from the guarding ghosts. I am afraid that these old ghosts will be transformed into sacrifices for the birth of the magic sword.

While Zhou Jueyin was thinking a lot, Ji Boyi used the light of the Jingzhe sword to draw the Yin Qi of the earth, tearing it into pieces and destroying the endless influx of the Nine Nether Mysterious Wind, and then the dark sword light broke through the air. With Mankong

Running quickly, like the blood-colored electric light of a spiritual snake, it is fierce and fierce.

Blood-red thunderbolts struck down one after another, carrying lightning, thunder and fire. The sound shook the world, while the dark Jingzhe sword light harnessed the power of the void and absorbed the cold, cold death energy of the omnipresent earth evil around it, becoming more and more alarming.

The power of calamity comes from the destiny, and the power comes from the origin of the great road, when it is almost exhausted. The Blue Flame Thunder Sword is a shocking magic sword created by Taiyin Patriarch who spent 80 years in seclusion in the evil ghost world.

Fate cultivation, in the environment where Minghai is filled with endless Yin energy, evil energy, death energy, and ghost energy, has erupted with unprecedented ferocious power.

The four bosses of the Ghost Kingdom, the Six Heavenly Palace, and the seventy-two bosses of the Ghost Kingdom were killed when the Demon Sword was first formed. Billions of ghosts were howling and wailing, but what Ji Boyi got was the Three Yin God-killing Gods that were the essence of Taiyin Patriarch's lifelong mystical skills.

knife.

The "Jingzhe Knife" uses the infinite evil energy as its source to cut through the void and control death.

After returning to the Evil Ghost Realm, Ji Boyi felt that his Taiyin Immortal Light was about to move. Especially after constantly killing evil spirits and absorbing the cold air of death and transforming it into his own essence, he felt an urge to advance.

The first of the three swords of Taiyin, Jingzhe, constantly stimulated his spiritual understanding, and he had achieved it in the blink of an eye. Under the wrap of the origin of death, Ji Boyi could faintly feel the essence of the second sword of Taiyin, "Bai Lu"

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Of course, before that, he was already eager to try, but he did not suppress his impulse. The Jingzhe sword light continued to erupt from the edge of his palm. In the blink of an eye, thousands of pitch black sword lights split the void and swallowed up everything around him.

The Jiuyou Xuanfeng was torn apart by the sword.

The sword light cut through the air from the land of evil spirits, and the blood-colored electric light was not to be outdone. Under the thick and thick clouds, it was like the sharp light of the sky, striking at him heavily.

Zhou Jueyin, who stood in the colorful light barrier, could only feel the blood-colored spiritual snakes and pitch-black sword lights running around in front of him. The thunderous thunder struck down one after another, and the whirlwind from the Nine Netherworld was attacked by two terrifying forces.

Underneath, it was already wailing and dissipating.

At first, there were only dozens of scattered blood-colored electric lights hitting the ground, like raindrops. When they came into contact with the sword light that shot up from the sky, they vibrated continuously and the air waves rolled. A group of ghosts in the distance shouted loudly.

However, he had to dissipate himself into invisible black energy and hide in the depths of the Nine Netherworld to avoid being affected by the power of disaster and turning into the source of death, with his soul and spirit destroyed.

In just the blink of an eye, the dark sword light that originally overwhelmed the blood-colored electric light was gradually suppressed, and the thunder and blood light that shook and crackled from the clouds also became denser and sparse, like a violent storm, getting bigger and bigger.

, and like the burst of the Milky Way, pouring water from the sky, roaring and shaking. The sword lights that were slashed out one after another, like the darkness of the sky, were constantly clashing and exploding, together with the evil wind howling that never stopped, the sound became a frenzy.

Noisy, boiling and shaking the sky.

An hour passed, and the power of the calamity seemed to have been vented. The blood-red electric light gradually became sparse. The thick and cold death aura around it had already been swallowed up by Ji Boyi, and all of it turned into the Jingzhe Knife.

The light slashed towards the dark thunder in the sky.

"This is the third calamity!"

Although he had survived three disasters in succession, Ji Boyi's face was as pale as ever before, because he felt that from the four extremes and eight wastelands, there were dozens of waves that were not inferior to the Nine Netherworld Mysterious Winds, and several that were even more terrifying than the blood-red thunder in the sky.
Chapter completed!