Om... Countless helicopters, hundreds of them, are arranged in a circle in the sky. Between all helicopters, a thin rope is tied. These ropes are like iron but not iron, like thread but not thread, and all of them have been blackened by the erosion of time. Only the bone armor hanging above it, jingling in the wind, like a melodious requiem.
The pilot on the plane, his eyes constantly switching between the front and the monitoring screen, has his hand next to a blue button at any time. Whenever there is any trouble, they will press this button without hesitation.
Infuriating spirit bomb.
In the ten years of spiritual disasters, facing the most sophisticated weapons of the Yin spirits, unless they are facing the monsters of the metamorphosis level, they will not appear at all.
And now, each of these more than 100 planes is equipped with four infuriating spirit-killing bombs.
Below the plane, in front of them are numerous armored vehicles and tanks, layer upon layer. At the rear are tens of thousands of troops. No matter the army or the ordnance, the yellow rune paper is attached to the body, which looks very funny. But no one could laugh.
Everyone's eyes are fixed on the muddy land in the basin. Right there, the yin qi has broken through the boundaries. Even humans can see clearly.
It is because of seeing it that I feel shocked. The Yin Qi in the entire turbid land has turned into a viscous vortex. If it wasn't for the protection of the magic weapon, no one could stand here. That sky-high tower makes people feel like their hearts are shrinking!
Zheng Shuguo and all the judge-level sub-ministers of the Tiebie Investigation Division were all present at the moment. Beside them, the SRC scholars were flying with their fingers, desperately counting the Yin Qi values.
"Five billion... five and a half billion... still rising... six billion!! still rising!!"
Zheng Shuguo stopped listening.
One billion is beyond the realm of the world. And now...
He can only pray that the underworld army will win!
"What kind of monster is this!?"
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The yin wind was blowing, the yin qi was like a tide, and in the dark passage, the feeling of loneliness and isolation reappeared. He didn't stop, and went straight to the faint vortex in front of him.
The gust of wind blew past his ears, and his restless heart slowly calmed down.
This time, it was really only myself.
The vortex was getting bigger and bigger in front, and the distance was getting closer, but he didn't stop at all.
The duel between the king and the king cannot be retreated!
brush! His figure suddenly crossed hundreds of meters and suddenly rushed into the vortex.
At the moment of his appearance, his whole body was covered in flesh and blood, with the crown of an emperor on his head, wearing a nine-dragon robe, and a golden skeleton whistled out from the yin qi. The long sword on the side of the waist hummed and burst out of the air.
Yan Luo's true body!
In the face of an opponent like the demon of the heart, he has to support Zhao Yun with the body of Yama, and he has no chance to relax!
Boom! The King of Hell is King's Landing, the yin vortex expands wildly, like a flower on the other side exploded in mid-air, opening layer by layer. Right in the center of the vortex, King Yama's real body came from the wind, and the situation changed. However, at the same time, a series of terrifying shocks suddenly erupted at his location.
sword.
Boundless Sword Rain!
A total of thirteen colors, the thirteen-color sword rain formed a thousand-meter-large sword lotus outside the yin vortex that Qin Ye appeared, and it poured down like a torrential rain.
Electric tail burns black clouds, rain feet fly silver lines, and countless swords of light sink into the center of the vortex. At the same time, Yan Wang Zhenshen shouted angrily, facing the sword rain in the vortex, he slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.
This is the king's invitation.
Come, come over, come to this feast table.
In the face of the demon's gauntlet, a pure white ray of radiance to the extreme suddenly crossed the world!
Om... Between heaven and earth, only a residual sword mark can be seen. Enduring and buzzing. And those flamboyant thirteen-color sword seas, under this sword, all turned into black butterflies and collapsed. Just as the black butterflies were flying all over the sky, the two figures finally stood up straight face to face.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
A few seconds later, Qin Ye slowly raised his sword, pointed at the curtain formed by the black butterfly, and said solemnly, "We finally meet."
Behind the curtain, a familiar voice sounded: "Yeah... I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you have grown up."
Just as the voice sounded, Qin Ye's pupils shrank suddenly. Even before he entered the top of the tower, he had adjusted his mentality to the best, but at this moment, the killing intent in his heart was overwhelming!
you wanna die! !
boom! A pure white sword energy suddenly slashed across the ground, and the entire top of the tower was almost split in half by this sword. Chopping out from in front of Qin Ye, the ground shattered along the way, and both sides flew. Those black butterflies that permeated between the two suddenly turned into Yin Qi and drifted away. Revealing... a familiar face from behind.
Short coat, old face, burlap trousers, black shoes.
This is a face that Qin Ye will always remember in his heart, never blasphemed or mentioned.
This is... Qin Zhongguo's body!
Even a murderer has the softest place in his heart. And what the heart demon is best at is to cut the softest piece of human flesh, and then stretch out his hand to turn out the old wound below, stabbing it into a bloody mess.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect
Therefore, Qin Ye has no turning back for this sword, there is no plan, there is no back-up, there is only one thought in his mind: I want to kill him!
Whoa! However, that sword qi stopped abruptly in front of Qin Zhongguo. Qin Zhongguo raised a finger and lightly blocked the sword qi. He raised his head slightly and smiled: "Human... Really..."
Snapped! ! Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye kicked him in the face!
Teeth are flying, blood spurting wildly in the mouth, like slow motion, the head of the demon is twisted ninety degrees, and there is a thick disbelief in his eyes: How can he do it
He doesn't have Qin Ye's memory, but he has Qin Zhongguo's memory! He is very clear about Qin Ye's feelings for each other! He was certain that the opponent would hesitate to make a move!
Once there is a gap in people's hearts, it is time for him to take advantage of the gap.
Boom! ! Before he could finish thinking, Qin Zhongguo's old body bowed like a shrimp, and a punch had already hit him in the stomach. He was so powerful that he didn't hesitate, and he was very decisive, as if... he was going to hit his body. Put on!
"Push!" He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and the demon's body flew upside down for dozens of meters. There was only one thought in his mind: How could it be possible... How could he not hesitate
But... before he could finish thinking, a figure had already appeared above him.
That is the real body of Hades.
Tears flowed from the empty skull's eye sockets, but the ghost fire that represented rationality did not fluctuate in the slightest. This kind of feeling is very strange, as if Qin Ye was crying physically, but his reason did not stop. The mixture of ice and fire, the sharp contrast, made the inner demon not recover for a moment.
He had never encountered such a bizarre situation.
"Ahhh!!!" In the next second, the yin energy behind Qin Ye exploded, a huge and complicated talisman kept changing, and his speed was even faster! It's almost too hard to tell! The golden sword in his hand turned into silver light in the sky, slashing the demons.
"I see..." The inner demon murmured, and in the next second, he was instantly submerged in the monstrous sword energy.
This piece of sword energy is so fierce and so vast that the entire top of the Ten Thousand Souls Tower trembles wildly because of this piece of sword energy. One after another cobweb pattern spread wildly in the place where the two fought. The sword qi spreads in all directions. In the void, one after another dazzling pure white sword marks lingered for a long time, the world is the bottle, and the long sword is the knife.
puff! The attack was too violent, and the inner demon was almost smashed into pieces by countless sword marks. In the midst of this violent storm, Qin Ye's hand suddenly froze.
The sword marks in all directions began to slowly disappear.
Countless yin qi condensed on his arm, making that arm seem illusory.
"Get out of here!!!"
Accompanied by Qin Ye's earth-shattering roar, this sword made the sun and the moon pale, and the world wailed for it.
This sword can be called a flying fairy.
No flaws, no traces.
If the stars hang over the plains, the moon flows into the river. Without craftsmanship, the antelope hangs its horns.
But in this unique piece of sword light, a hand suddenly appeared in it out of time.
It was a hand covered with sword marks, covered in blood. It shouldn't be here, but it is.
When... the fingers flicked, the entire piece of sword light instantly collapsed. In Qin Ye's eyes, he could only see Wandaoguanghua rushing backwards in an instant. Then, a huge force without resistance came. He only felt that his hearing was momentarily deaf. With a loud noise, the person had already flown hundreds of meters away.
The white brilliance filled the whole world, and the violent impact caused the surrounding air to form continuous explosions. The terrifying fluctuations spread in all directions like a lotus blooming relay, and even the space continued to tremble.
"puff!"
Qin Ye slammed onto the ground in the center of the tower, his nine-dragon robe was torn, the ribs on his chest were broken, and the crown on his head was scattered.
"Cough cough..." He clutched his chest and stood up immediately, staring at the inner demon not far away.
The opponent did not pursue.
No... not not, but can't.
Qin Zhongguo's body was already riddled with holes, and as long as he moved, it would fall apart.
His whole body was covered with scars, almost transparent. Blood kept pouring out. The inner demon slowly looked at his body and raised his arms: "Ancestral Talisman of Desire... No wonder you dare to challenge this seat alone."
"But... can it control your instincts?"
His hands were holding his head. At this moment, he was still using Qin Zhongguo's body. With this posture, the joints of his whole body were twisted to an incredible extent. Like a humanoid twist.
Card!
He broke his neck with both hands, his head was hanging lightly on his throat, and he turned around abruptly: "So what?"
He put his hands on his stomach again, and suddenly pulled Qin Zhongguo's entire body away like a kite: "Humans... they are really fragile."
I want you to die! ! The moment he made this action, Qin Ye shouted angrily, tears still flowing in his eyes, but the ghost fire was not disturbed at all, he shouted violently, and rushed up without hesitation!
Just behind him, the Ancestral Talisman of Desire spun wildly, however, to no avail!
This is instinct, it is human relations, it is the way of heaven, and it does not need desire to dominate. Just like most people see their blood relatives die in front of them, the first reaction is to take revenge.
Hooked!
Qin Zhongguo's crippled body licked his body with his head hanging upside down. Humans... what a race without progress. Seven emotions and six desires, whenever there is a surge, then... there is nowhere to escape in his palm!