Tianyi stood in the sky with his hands behind his hands, looking at the extremely bright shooting stars. He couldn't help but feel a trace of indescribable despair in his heart. How could this person make such rapid progress
If he had known this, he would rather suffer in darkness forever than feel despair again after gaining hope.
In the sun star, the three-legged golden crow disappears and appears, and the Tao Palace seems to be composed of divine fire. There is absolutely no mundane material that can be circulated in it. The sun's true fire that pervades the palace seems to have become essence every strand. The woman in red looked at the mortal world of the Netherworld, her eyes full of admiration. The huge three-legged golden crow just cast an indifferent look and arrived in the Netherworld. However, in the process, the true fire of the sun became more and more lush, as if it was about to form a towering tree. Branchy hibiscus.
Inside and outside the Netherworld, there are people paying attention to the Emperor Qiu here and now.
King Xia stood on top of Yinglong's head, with a determined look on his face, and whispered: "Let's go."
Yinglong raised his head and raised his head to meet the endless meteorites. A meteorite the size of a mountain was smashed into pieces by his horns, and the dragon's blood spilled out, showing a dark yellow color.
King Xia laughed wildly and said nothing more to ask Yinglong to leave. So far today, all he has to do is fight. It's a pity that this old dragon has to accompany him through life and death.
Yinglong swung his tail and soared up into the air. The Demonic Sword of King Xia reappeared, and blood burst out all over his body. For a moment, the world was plunged into a terrifying thunder, and the demonic energy surged, turning the entire Emperor Qiu into an endless hell. , terrifying and desolate, dark and despairing.
The meteorites flying down one after another never stopped for a moment, and the void was like a piece of paper, torn and scribbled at will.
King Xia's extremely brutal sword light was not afraid of any meteorite the size of a mountain. When the sword came out, a meteorite would break into pieces, and the power was extremely terrifying.
And past the many meteorites, he was getting closer to Shen Lian.
As the sword light continued to surge, not only did it not stop its momentum, but it became even more powerful, like the reappearance of ancient gods and demons.
King Xia's tyranny is no longer limited to the current world, but can even compete with mythical figures among ancient immortals and demons. This shows how terrifying Yuanshi's demonic power is.
Shen Lian was extremely solemn in his heart. He had expected King Xia's tyranny, but he underestimated King Xia's supreme fighting power when he was on the verge of despair.
But the person facing a desperate situation was not just King Xia. Shen Lian said nothing, and clasped his hands together, the meteorites all over the sky were suddenly mixed together, as if a heaven and earth were pressing down, trying to drive King Xia into the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld, where he would never be able to stand up again.
Countless laws are intertwined around Shen Lian's body. You can see countless laws emerging like dragons, surrounding him, the laws evolve, and the magic power is boundless. Thousands of magical powers and infinite Taoist techniques did not stop. When King Xia made the most brilliant collision with the meteorite, he engulfed King Xia and Yinglong.
The earth sank on the ground, the sky was torn apart, Shen Lian's eyebrows were solemn, and he was in the midst of a crazy space storm.
But below him, the sword light never died out, King Xia's aura still existed, and Yuanshi Tian's demonic energy kept roaring, indicating that Shen Lian's immortal power had not completely suppressed King Xia.
Yinglong forcibly carved a path through the meteorite and walked through the most glorious journey of his life. The dragon's body is straight and its tail is swaying, as if it is not traveling through skyfire meteorites or torrents of fairy magic, but the boundless ocean, allowing it to wander as it pleases.
The divine light in King Xia's eyes had faded away, the whites of his eyes had disappeared, and his mysterious eyes made him even more terrifying at this moment.
He will never be more powerful than he is now in his life.
After Yinglong emerged from the meteorite, he exhausted his last vestige of vitality. His huge dragon body was frozen in the void. If a moment was eternity, it would stay at this moment forever.
Shen Lian has given up any other thoughts. His Taoist heart seems to have merged into a land of nothingness, with no top and no bottom, no time and space, no one and no self, just like a flying star.
The appearance of a killing sword is like the endless flow of Dao in the sky, as desolate as the underworld, and more like the passage of time and the evolution of yin and yang.
One sword spans the sky for a hundred generations, and his hegemony remains in the underworld for eternity.
When sword light meets sword light, nothing in the sky or on earth can cover up the brilliance of sword light and sword light, so everything becomes a foil.
The light of King Xia's sword is the supreme sword that bursts out in desperate situations. Yinglong has also completed the most glorious journey in his life. Even if there is another Yinglong, it will not be as bright and magnificent as it is today.
The dragon is born in the world and is like a passerby. I hope that King Xia can stay, which is its last wish at this moment.
The dragon's eyes finally focused on the intersection of the sword light and the sword light. How much it longed to see the sword light cover up everything, but it still hadn't waited for that time, and would never be able to wait for that time.
Since then, Yinglong's spirit has disappeared.
King Xia's whole body was covered with demon blood, and his majestic demon body began to collapse, but it still stood, as if it would never fall for a thousand lifetimes.
The sword light and the sword light dissipated at the same time, and there was no more sound between heaven and earth. The cracks in the void quickly recovered. As the earth sank, the endless Nine Nether Yin Qi suddenly surged out. Many ghosts and gods were nourished and began to grow, but there was no One dares to roar wildly.
Shen Lian's expression remained calm, but a strand of long ink-like hair floated down from his ears and dispersed like stars, indicating that he was by no means unscathed.
But everyone can see that Shen Lian has the absolute upper hand. Even if King Xia breaks out several times and Ying Long sacrifices his life, the difference between the strong and the weak cannot be changed.
The powerful person who spies in secret can't help but feel bitter. Even though it has been known for a long time that Shen Lian must be the undisputed number one person in the Netherworld, when this moment really comes, he is still full of unwillingness.
Shen Lian, standing tall and empty, was as majestic and majestic as the Taoist Buddha. King Xia was holding a magic sword, but he was in a mess, completely shattering the prestige he had established in the past.
He is no longer the invincible King of Xia, nor is he the greatest king in the history of the Xia clan, nor is he the overlord of the Netherworld. He is just a failure.
No one wants to fail, and King Xia hates failure the most.
But he had to admit that there was already an insurmountable gap between him and Shen Lian. On the road of cultivation, he had actually gone further and stood higher.
Shen Lian's previous killing sword was no stronger than Chen Jianmei's Selfless Sword, but he had completely controlled his own killing sword.
King Xia's Jue Jue sword burned everything in himself and Ying Long before it was completed. He no longer had the strength to use the second sword, but Shen Lian's calmness showed that he still had the second sword and the third sword.
The second sword had already come, and King Xia was unable to react. He allowed the sword to penetrate his chest. Hot blood spilled out, and a Yuanshi Demonic Heart jumped out of his chest, intending to disappear without a trace through the layers of space.
But a big hand that captures everything tells it that there is no possibility of escape.
The space was completely sealed, and the devil's heart fell into the big hand. The densely packed runes were flowing with endless primordial devilish energy, and there was even a trace of the immortal primordial devil's thoughts in it, making it stupid~stupid~desirous to move.