As the Qilin energy of the holy soul slowly spread, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the Nine Netherworld...
"Did you finally show up?"
With every word that falls, the mountains and rivers of Jiuyou will be shaken violently.
Immediately afterwards, an entire continent began to rise, slowly forming the shape of mountains and rivers.
This soul of mountains and rivers, this realm of earth, is where the Abyss Demon Ancestor sleeps.
Because this world, this chaos, no longer knows that he appears, let alone that it is not worth his while to play...
Except, Holy Soul Qilin!
The Abyss Demon Ancestor slowly opened his eyes and slowly walked out from the depths of the earth. Every step he took, the world experienced a period of prosperity.
After he clearly judged the direction to move forward, he suddenly smiled, and in his crimson demon eyes, a war spirit that destroyed the world and destroyed the world burst out!
So many years have passed!
This shrunken turtle finally appeared!
A demonic roar burst out from deep in his throat, and immediately the mountains and undulations were flattened by the sound waves.
He suddenly flew up, turned into a ball of light mist, and rushed straight towards the deep shore...
Lu Jiuque, who was far away on the other side, narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Here he comes!"
"yes!"
"Roar!!!"
…
In the blink of an eye, the Abyss Demon Ancestor who should have been at the end of the world quietly appeared behind Lu Jiuque. He blinked his fiery red eyes and said in surprise: "You are actually the contract of the Holy Soul Qilin." By?"
Lu Jiuque was horrified, because this was the first time she discovered that her mental power had no sensory changes.
The next moment, Lu Jiuque felt a hand pinch her throat fiercely. The next moment, the breath of Tian Yuan Fire burned her arm, twisting it and almost melting it off.
Seeing the opponent's arm slowly shattering like twisted black coal, Lu Jiuque not only felt no joy, but on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented threat to his soul...
The Abyss Demon Ancestor tilted his head slightly and stared at Lu Jiuque in surprise. He looked even more excited than when he saw the Holy Soul Qilin.
His blood-red vertical pupils had shrunk to an extremely small size, like a silver needle.
Strictly speaking, the vertical pupils have disappeared...
Only the boundless red of love is left, like the red that wants to strangle all life in the world.
"Hehehe... your flames are very interesting."
Lu Jiuque's whole body was already covered in cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and held it with her bare hands, summoned the nameless poisonous knife, and held it firmly in her hand.
After seeing the opponent's condition clearly, he suddenly took action and rushed towards the opponent...
Since you can't back down!
Since you can't back down!
Then fight!
Regardless of victory or defeat!
Regardless of the depth!
Even if you can't win beautifully, you must at least maintain your unyielding fighting spirit!
The other party tilted her head to watch Lu Jiuque approaching. The moment her blade was about to touch her, the Abyss Demon Ancestor suddenly reached out and pinched her.
"Crunch—"
The sharp sound of metal collision suddenly broke—
The ground around the two of them continued to break apart on both sides, as if it had been struck by a giant sword.
That kind of destructive power has long been beyond the endurance of ordinary people.
If Lu Jiuque who is standing here today is not a warrior who has been tempered by countless sources of power...
So what appeared in front of everyone at this moment was Lu Jiuque's body.
Lu Jiuque felt as if her internal organs had been displaced, but she did not flinch. Instead, she stretched out her other hand and grasped the wrist of the Abyss Demon Ancestor—