Tianquan City.
This is a large human city that originally belonged to the Yanyang Realm, but it is now occupied by ghosts.
The sky is an eternal haze, and ghost mist fills the sky.
There are a large number of ghost soldiers on the ground spreading into the distance like an ocean, and there is no end in sight.
In the center of Tianquan City, a huge altar is rising.
This altar is extremely tall, more than a hundred meters high, and it is full of gold. It is shining with pale golden light under the night sky, and there is faint ghost mist floating out, and it also shines with gray ghost patterns.
On the altar was a blood-colored ashlar, and blood-colored ripples appeared from the ashlar from time to time.
Under the altar is a huge formation, divided into black and white, in the shape of a yin and yang fish.
There are eighty-one high-level ghost kings, each of which is located in the formation, through the key points of the formation, through the use of mana. Thousands of ghost generals, endless ghost soldiers, are all lined up, forming a monstrous trend.
There are also a large number of human civilians who are detained at various nodes of this large formation, bound by mana, unable to move, and can only cry helplessly and desperately. The cry was stern and the shouts moved the sky, and the whole Tianquan City was a gloomy cloud.
In front of the altar is also a peak ghost king.
It was wearing a battle armor condensed with evil spirits of Yin and evil spirits, its head was crowned to the sky, its arms opened to the sky, its purple-black lips opened and closed, and it whispered.
In the whisper of the ghost king, the ghost fog hovered in the air, gradually forming a funnel-shaped cloud, continuously rotating, pointed at the bottom, and gradually approached. At the same time, the blood-colored ripples released by the blood-colored ashlar began to become frequent.
As the ghost fog changed, the high-ranking ghost king suddenly shouted: "The festival begins, cast blood bait!"
Seeing that countless ghost soldiers underneath had already shot at the same time, slashing the civilians in front of them, the countless human captives had been cut open with a long wound, blood gushing from the wound, falling on the ground, and then entering the ground gully.
The countless blood poured in from all directions, and finally gathered in the altar. The blood-colored ripples shining on the ashlar suddenly increased, forming a huge blood-colored halo.
Under the influence of this blood-colored halo, the funnel formed by the ghost fog of the underworld leaned further down, faintly emitting a strange light, forming a simple and peculiar weapon blade shape.
This is the blade of reincarnation.
The sacrificial array communicated with the netherworld with countless blood, attracted the projection of the blade of reincarnation, and finally formed an interjection.
During this process, the countless sacrificed humans were also destined to run out of blood and die. They did not die at once, but watched their lives go by with blood and died in great fear.
From this, the cry of despair gathered together, forming a soaring resentment. This resentment further intensified the power of Huangquan and accelerated the formation of decisiveness.
At this moment, when the sacrificial formation was running to a critical moment, the whole world was shrouded in a breath of desperate death.
At this moment, a piece of light from a distance pierced the long night, shining in the starry sky, flying towards this side, but it was a large group of human cultivators. The headed cultivator was surprisingly Wei Tianchong, flying from a distance, and was seeing the sacrificial circle proceeding.
As soon as he saw the bloody eyes and shouts everywhere, Wei Tian rushed and said: "This group of ghosts are really not humans. They actually slaughtered me humans as animals."
Meng Shixue next to him said: "They are ghosts, of course they are not humans."
Wei Tian rushed into anger: "I said they weren't humans, but I was scolding them. It has nothing to do with whether they are humans or not. You don't understand what I mean.
Meng Shixue sneered: "I don't even know how to scold people, so I'm so embarrassed to say."
Wei Tian leaped and shouted: "I am scolding ghosts, not humans!"
The two seem to be innately not dealing with each other, and they are quarrelsome at every turn. Still Qi Shaoming snorted: "Enough, people of several hundred years old, how come you still have such a child's temper."
Qi Shaoming used to be in charge of the auditorium, he was respectful and respectful, so other people would be a little afraid of him when they saw him. At this moment, he said so, and the two of them shut up at the same time.
Cai Junyang over there has already said: "What are you talking about, I can't save people quickly!"
The big sword in his hand has been sacrificed and slashed at the bottom.
As soon as this sword sacrificed, I saw that the sword continued to grow in the air, rising to the size of a mountain, and falling towards the ghosts below.
Seeing the ghosts below, they made a screaming and screaming sound, and saw that black air was rolled up and condensed into a black sea facing Cai Junyang's mountain giant sword, which already supported this divine sword from the true monarch of the purple mansion. Slash.
In this place covered by ghost mist in the underworld, all ghost tribes receive the bonus of ghost mist and increase their strength, while human cultivators are suppressed when fighting under the ghost mist. In addition, with the command of the ghost king, they can work together. Cai Junyang This full blow was easily blocked.
On the altar below, the high-level ghost king grinned, and with a whistle, countless ghost kings and generals had already shot, and all kinds of demon spells and ghosts were all attacking in the air. At the same time, all the cultivators in the sky also shot. All magic weapons and supernatural powers fell.
Although there are many ghost races, the human cultivators who came to attack this time are quite powerful. There are seven in the Purple Mansion alone. At this moment, the overwhelming supernatural powers will come down, and the sky is full of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Even the ghost mist of the underworld that stretched for thousands of miles was torn apart. Mana was wrapped in a murderous air, and the ghosts and soldiers joined forces, and a large number of ghosts were annihilated in this torrent of magic, one by one turned into smoke.
After suppressing the ghosts, there were white rays of light shining in the air, these white rays with a strong sacred aura, shining on the ghosts, but bringing horrible death. One ghost after another fell in this white holy light, making a stern and sharp cry. But this light fell on the injured mortals, and the dying mortals miraculously stopped the blood, and their injuries recovered.
The blood supply was suddenly interrupted, and the ghost mist vortex in the sky dimmed. The delusion that was originally condensing below also gradually faded.
"Oh!!!" Seeing this situation, the peak ghost king on the altar roared in anger, suddenly turned around and made a burst of energy, but he swept straight towards the mortals behind. This ghost hand pushed out, and the formed air wave engulfed the lives of hundreds of people in an instant, and the blood gurgled out again, but even the white holy light could not be saved.
At the same time, all the ghosts screamed together, slashing and killing the mortals in the formation, obviously desperate to complete this ritual.
"Asshole!" Cai Junyang's angry roar came from the sky.
He has little chivalrous heart and righteous nature. He hates this act of slaughtering mortals. At this moment, every mortal is dying at the hands of ghosts, killing people's heads and blood flowing into rivers, screaming, and taking out something, but it is A pale silver long sword with a slender body, which is quite different from the style used by Cai Junyang in daily life. But at the moment when the sword came out, one saw one after another sword aura flashing in the air.
These sword auras are automatically generated, floating in the sky as if they are real, and making the sound of cracking clothes and silk, soaring in the air, turning into a thousand sword shadows.
At the same time, Cai Junyang held the sword and pointed to the next one: "Go!"
Seeing that countless sword auras had flown like ten thousand swords, shooting towards the group of ghosts. No matter that there are many ghosts, it can't stop this invisible sword aura. Thousands of invisible sword auras swept across the sky, causing the most terrifying killing.
This sword is called Jueying Shenbing, and it is the treasure obtained by Cai Junyang when he traveled around the world and explored the ruins of the Wanhuang Mountain Remains Palace. The mighty power is truly incomparable.
At the same time, one repairer after another fell in the sky, showing the universe in their sleeves, and the big sleeves fell one by one, rolling up all the mortals, and then flew toward the sky.
When the peak ghost king saw him, he screamed again, slapped his palm on the altar, and saw that above the altar, the people of reincarnation in the black vortex suddenly shot out a black light. Under this black light, the shadowy soldiers formed Thousands of sword qi of his was annihilated one by one.
The black light is unabated, moving like a snake, flying into the bodies of the cultivators, and seeing those cultivators pinching their throats and hissing, their complexions are constantly changing, as if they have encountered something extremely terrifying, but their breath is getting weaker and weaker. , In the end, it turned into a corpse directly.
The mana of the dead cultivators disappeared, and a large number of mortals had fallen in the sky like dumplings, one by one, they made horrified calls, forcing everyone to come to rescue, and the ghosts took the opportunity to cover up and kill.
Although the human race was powerful this time, it was unable to attack in an all-round way because of saving people. Coupled with the horror of the black light of the altar, the human race was actually suppressed again.
Seeing this situation, Cai Junyang's eyes flashed sharply: "Give me the blade of reincarnation, even if it is an innate Taoist soldier, now it is just a small projection, break it for me!"
The Shadowless God Soldier in his hand has released a gray-black breath, which is not strong, but it brings an unprecedented sense of strength and horror, which makes people look like an irresistible feeling from the bottom of their hearts.
At the next moment, Cai Junyang's Shadowless Divine Weapon was cut at the phantom of the blade of reincarnation.
The Blade of Reincarnation was originally an illusory projection, but at this moment Cai Junyang's divine sword was cut out and landed on that projection.
It was as if something was screaming, a sound that could not be captured by flesh ears sounded from the bottom of my heart, as if coming from the depths of the soul, stabbing people into madness. Then I saw that the phantom of the blade of reincarnation gradually collapsed and disappeared bit by bit.
Seeing this situation, the peak ghost king uttered an angry and desperate howl, just letting him shout, but this time the failure of the sacrifice was finally a foregone conclusion.
"The method of killing, the killing intent of the gods." In the distance, Tang Jie stood in the cloud, watching all this with his eyes calmly, muttering.
Cai Junyang's blow just now was exactly his method of killing.
Cai Junyang has a tough personality, fierce tactics, less treacherous changes, and more bravery. Therefore, he has a sharp attack and does not seek ever-changing, but only seeks a fatal blow. Dao law follows people, so the Dao law he has achieved also inherits the characteristics of Cai Junyang, which is fierce and powerful, killing all tangible and intangible existences. Although the blade of reincarnation was a projection, it was still inevitably affected by Cai Junyang's blow, and it was shaken off by birth, and its power of extinguishing the gods can be seen.
Even Tang Jie deeply admired this.
Cai Junyang from afar said loudly: "Tang Jie, how about my hand?"
Tang Jie smiled: "Yes, you also look at me."
Saying that one thing has been thrown away, but it is the yin and yang furnace of all things.
This object is made from a combination of 108 divine treasures. It is extremely powerful and cannot be controlled by the current Tang Jie. However, the Yin-Yang furnace of all things was created by Tang Jie after all, and it was in harmony with his mind. In addition, after Tang Jie had taken the last Explosive Gang Yuan Pill, he was now promoted to the body and mind demon, and his cultivation base rose one step further, and finally he could barely control this treasure.
As the yin and yang furnace of all things rotates in the air, every god shines down, and wherever he goes, no ghost can resist the power of this treasure, and the ghosts in the array are wiped out in an instant.
Without the hindrance of the blade of reincarnation, a large number of ghosts were destroyed, the pressure of group repairs was greatly reduced, and people finally left one after another.
Cai Junyang stared at this scene blankly, and for a long time he squeezed out: "Damn, only the inner demon can control such a treasure. It really is a pervert."
While talking, the battle has been decided.