"Wow!"

The hot sword qi cut out.

The air instantly rolled up a layer of hot air waves.

really!

Zong Xuan's color changes greatly.

I only felt that the hot breath came from, making his skin burning.

Even with consciousness, there are faint tingling feelings.

"Puff!"

The next moment.

The sword is cut off.

Zong Xuan screamed and retreated back.

Looking down, his ten fingers were cut off!

"You ... damn!"

Zong Xuan was horrified and angry.

This young man named Qin Futian really surprised him.

Through part of Qin Zheng's memory, Zong Xuan realized that this young man is not easy.

After hearing Qin Futian's words, it was guessing that behind this Qin Futian's body, there may be a great inheritance.

It may even be inherited from ancient times.

Otherwise, how can a seventeen -year -old boy and Wu Ling in the state realm know so many things?

And now, Qin Futian's sword cut off Zong Xuan's ten fingers, which made him realize that this young man is not just not just not.

The same combat power is much stronger than he expected!

"stop!"

Seeing that Qin Futian was going to kill, Zong Xuan shouted quickly.

"Qin Futian, we can stop. We can join forces, I admit that I have looked at you before. I am not qualified to accept you as a disciple."

Zong Xuan immediately spoke and lowered his posture: "You and I joined forces. I believe that it will be able to create a super force soon. Even in the future dominate the entire Kunxu world, it is definitely not a problem!"

"unnecessary!"

Qin Futian smiled coldly.

Create a super forces that dominate the Kunxu world?

Qin Futian can do it himself.

The development trend of Doujianzong in the north does not take long at all, up to ten years, or twenty years.

Within twenty years, Qin Futian can guarantee that Xu Beili, Taishan, Hongxue and Zhao Wou -Ki can enter the state of martial arts!

And now in this world, Shenlu has been cut off.

Destiny has also been hidden!

Wu Sheng is the strongest existence of this world today.

At that time, the Beidou Jianzong Wusheng Ruyun, with the strength of his own ancestors, was enough to crush the entire Kunxu world.

Where do I need to join forces with this person?

When the words fell, Qin Futian waved out again.

Chunyang's sword qi draws a curved light in the air, it is like the most dazzling sun.

At this time, it was dawn.

The sky in the distance in the distance, Qiming Xing has just hidden, and the fish belly has white.

The sun hasn't appeared yet.

But Qin Futian's sword came out and gave everyone an illusion. This sword was the sun!

"Boy, you are forcing me!"

Zong Xuan roar.

The breath released by the burning sword made him tingling all over the body, and the soul seemed to be melted.

"Do you think that my Zong Xuan really has no means to save his life?"

Zong Xuan yelled and vomited.

The next moment, in his mouth, fly out an ancient clock with the size of the thumb.

As Zong Xuan waved his hands, he flew out with a tunnel pattern and landed on the ancient bell.

Suddenly, the ancient bell turned into a fist and was generally small.

Then, it was zoomed in again.

A few breaths are the big clock with a few feet high and dark body.

The big clock is dark as ink.

The black light is lingering, and the cold and strange atmosphere also diffuses out.

With the surging of the black fog, a force of Yin Sha is invisible.

Qin Futian frowned.

Isn't this guy backing the soul borrowing the soul?

Although Qin Zheng has not really become a corpse.

Even the soul of Qin Zheng has not really perished ...

But this is almost the same as that of borrowing corpses.

But how could this guy have such a treasure?

Qin Futian can be sure that this black ancient clock is definitely a half -god magic weapon!

Qin Futian's expression couldn't help but become dignified ...

If this guy had just returned to the corpse, Qin Futian would even turn around.

This is a semi -artifact.

If Zong Xuan's strength is gained by Wu Sheng, then this artifact can burst into a very terrible power in his hands.

Even if Qin Futian is reincarnated, it is just a god of God.

but……

After all, Zong Xuan's strength still cannot be recovered.

Now he is at most the strength of the Emperor Wu Emperor to Emperor Wu.

So even a semi -artifact, but in his hands, he still cannot exert all the power!

"Boy. You do n’t go in heaven, you do n’t go in hell, you break in!"

"It turns out, I still want to give you a living path, it is you not give yourself a chance!"

Zong Xuan's throat made a cold and cold laughter, and then he kept printing in the air with both hands.

A black ancient seal flew out of the ten fingers, flying to the ancient bell.

The dark bell like ink was originally a few feet high, but it could get bigger in the blink of an eye.

It turned into a mountain, and it was empty.

At this moment, the entire Chao Ancheng seemed to be covered by this black bell.

"The soul of the world, the wheel of Jiuyou, enter me ..."

Like the sound of death, the sound of death, came from Zong Xuan's mouth.

I saw that the black clock was like a rushing river, and it was shrouded in the bottom.

For a moment, the whole Chao Ancheng.

They are all trapped in Infernal Hell!

In instant, countless people are like walking.

His soul lost his body control, swaying continuously, and he had to leave from the flesh at any time.

"Sure enough, it's evil!"

"How do you keep this evil device?"

Qin Futian was surprised.
To be continued...