The Nether Sect is a mysterious sect that has appeared in China in recent decades. The purpose of the sect is no different from that of the famous Demon Sect. In some aspects, it is even more cruel. There are many masters in the martial arts, but they are also very mysterious. The three sects of Qiankun Sect, Gong Palace, and Bodhi Courtyard once joined forces to encircle and suppress it, but in the end they returned without success.

The reasons for this are not very clear to the lower-class families, but they can guess that there are only a few reasons.

The most likely thing is that even the three major sects cannot completely eradicate the Nether Sect.

Naturally, Yu Shenxiao would not know this clearly. During these years, she had been in seclusion in Zuzhou, thoroughly comprehending the mysteries of the law, heaven, phenomena and earth. She was confident that she would have nothing to fear except those supreme figures in the world.

Although this Nether Sect is quite famous in China, under her anger, the two ghost hands at the front, which had been condensed with golden elixir, and the assassin was proud of, had been easily touched by the silver sword thread. Cut off. Dark red blood spurted out, exuding bursts of chilling ghostly aura, causing both women to frown.

After the fierce sword energy cut off the opponent's two ghost hands, it turned into thousands of threads and penetrated into the meridians of all the apertures around his body. In just one blink of an eye, the tough white body was cut off. The Jinglong Sword of every family leader was chopped into thousands of pieces without any damage.

"Violent!"

A shrill scream of pain resounded. After he was cut into countless pieces, the killer was not completely dead yet. The billowing black mist rose, revealing his soul, with two horns on his head, ferocious and terrifying, which kept gathering and swallowing. There was a black energy all over his body, which seemed to be the basis of his survival.

"For the sake of power, he actually became a ghost. He has indeed lost his human nature."

The cold words rang out, and a green arc of electricity lit up between the five fingers of Ning's clear and snow-white hands. Then in the flash of thunder, the old and ugly killer had been crushed to pieces by the mighty power of thunder. .

"Lei Fa, no, he is a master of those big sects."

In the blink of an eye, the eldest of the three assassins was killed by Yu Shenxiao and Ning Qingxi, and it seemed that they did not use even 1% of their strength. The assassin who was covered in black robes stained with blood His whole body trembled. He had also defected from a certain sect and had experienced a lot. He knew that the Kunxu Realm was so big that only the top sects of the Three Ways could inherit the thunder method.

In other words, they hit the wall!

"withdraw!"

But just when he said this word, and when he turned into mist and was about to escape, the killer holding the black sword beside him slapped the scabbard with his backhand, and a miserable and mute sound of the sword sounded, and the handle was stained. The murderous sword filled with countless blood unexpectedly faced the difficulty and turned into a hideous and terrifying ghost figure, which pounced on the two women who seemed a little surprised.

Boom!

The thunderbolt lit up again, and the blue-blue electric arc seemed to have spirituality. It turned into a network of light under the wave of Ning Qingxi's delicate hand. It wrapped the huge ghost shadow transformed by the black sword, and then with a violent shock, it The gloomy ghostly energy attached to the black sword was completely annihilated, and it turned into a piece of scrap metal falling from the air.

"Qingxiao Ten Thousand Transformations Thunder. You are from Fangcun Mountain."

The black-robed killer was shocked as he looked at his colleagues beside him and told him the origin of Ning Qingxi's thunder, as if he were meeting him for the first time. He knew that thunder method was the supreme secret method, and ordinary forces simply couldn't There is no way to preserve the inheritance. But I don’t know the true origin and name of this thunder method that seems to be the messenger of a fairy in the sky.

"Who are you?"

This sentence was asked by the black robe kill. He knew that his colleagues were the same as him. Otherwise, he would not join the ghost teaching to give up himself.

"I forgot the name of the past, I only know that it is a sword now!"

The faint black mist began to condense, surrounded the speaking youth. It was like a huge vortex. The ghost soul in the entire Van Chancheng screamed screaming, as if helpless, but like excitedly towards the center of the vortex, fluttering to the center of the vortex.

come over.

"Lord!"

Black robe killing the sound of different voices, could not help but have a tone. At this moment, Yu Shenxiao and Ning Qingxi also perceived the secret of the mysterious and gloomy Yuanshen.

In front of this opponent's body.

"Ghost Tao! Or magic?"

The indifferent voice sounded, and Yu Shenxiao had a brilliant golden fairy light in her body. A little bright particles were like streaming lighting star sand, which continued to rotate around, spreading around in all directions.

The terrible sword array of all things in the world, the stagnation of the void flow, has expanded under the envoy of the god of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Extinction of the heavenly ground, sword twenty -eight!"

As the Taoist couple of Ji Play, Yu Shenxiao is the only person who has passed the world's first sword. However, after all, the realm is not enough, and the prototype of the void sword can only be used.

After he spent three or nine days of robbery, he had practiced the extreme. After more than ten years of transformation, he used this as the foundation to create the first formula of the three swords of the world.

At this time, the entire Van Chancheng was densely distributed by the infinite cloudy clouds.

It seems to be seduced out of the body and turns into a soul.

"Not good, there are magic masters to show evil law!"

There is a high mountain outside the city, and there is a temple dedicated to Luohan's golden body above the mountains. In the clock recitation of the scriptures every morning, unknown ghost crying is in the pure land, and it can hear it.

The thin and thin monk looked up, and immediately discovered that the rich and almost tens of thousands of ghosts and souls were almost aggregated.

"Host, what should we do?"

Immediately, a disciple came to ask him. The thin monk stared up for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed, picked up his own Zen stick around him, got up and went to the Van Zen city shrouded in the magic cloud.

"Don't follow up, ring the big clock, after 108, it will be discovered by the people of Shangzong, just wait for them to come."

"Host, how about you?"

"I don't go to hell, whoever enters hell, someone must be blocked by this robbery. Sacrifice the old man, you can save thousands of millions of Chancheng, this merit can enter the heavenly humanity."

Between the thin monks, I had left the temple with the Zen Stand, and came to the foot of the mountain.

"Sword 29!"

At this time, with a shocking sword, the brilliant and crystal light, accompanied by the twenty -nine golden air swords, thoroughly, cut the almost endless magic and cloudy clouds. (

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