He moved forward in the darkness, and even at a very close distance, he could hear a team ahead being torn and massacred by unknown creatures, and blood and blood splattered, accidentally touching the corners of his clothes.

The Night of Chaos Demons is coming, and the strength of the Nether Clan and the Dark creatures in the Senming Tribe has increased to an unprecedented level.

The people in the Dark Abyss Palace are struggling here, and the eyes of the objects are of no use here.

Ling Tiansu glanced sideways at the woman walking side by side.

I saw her dress turning, her sleeves fluttering, her eyes closed slightly, and she did not open her eyes to see things, bathed in the bloody storm, and her face was calm, as if she had already become accustomed to this darkness.

In the darkness, there was something strange and strange surrounding the two bodies, staring at them.

The stern darkness swallowed the light of the illumination stone in her hand, and the light reflected on the white palm was instantly extinguished.

Ling Tiansu made a few extremely subtle squeaking sounds, a bit like the sound of a mouse, but it was even more sharp and weird.

The extinguished light of the illumination stone soon emitted a dim light again.

A Sheng's steps did not stop, and even his movements of holding the illumination stone did not change at all.

But Ling Tiansu saw that the originally smooth surface of the lighting stone was covered with scarlet blood.

"What was that just now?" Ling Tiansu couldn't help asking.

It’s not that I haven’t seen the shadow in the darkness clearly, but those deformed ghosts do not look like creatures of the Nether Clan.

A Sheng held the lighting stone in his left hand, spread his sleeves with his right hand, and a dark sword shining from her arms to her palm.

The sword was pitch black all over, and the sword body was as narrow as willow leaves. The cold light reflected was actually resisting this darkness. The sword light was so strong that it looked like the starlight in the night.

Ling Tiansu's eyes turned slightly and he looked at the sword in her hand quietly.

The shape, length and width of the sword body are very similar to the large stele sword in the Great Monument Pavilion on Earth.

But he knew clearly that this sword had nothing to do with the Great Stele Sword.

Because the black sword in her hand has a very nice name: Luan Hai Xingpo.

As for the Qianhai Xingpo, many years ago, the year when he first met, its sword shape was not like a stele sword now.

Her eyes were not open, and she did not notice Ling Tiansu's seemingly looking at him.

He spread his sleeves and flicked the sword energy, and thousands of blue sparks burst out in the darkness of the thick fog, sparks and gravels spread out.

The cracked sword energy slashed the darkness all the way to a hundred miles away, and the ancient roads were chasing a bottomless gap in an instant.

With a sword, the blue ghost and red demons with countless claws on both sides of the sword energy screamed and avoided them.

With his right arm hanging down, the starfish dripped with bright red blood beads. I don’t know how many demons and monsters died under the sword in her hand that were just used in the darkness.

A Sheng slowly opened Ye Shuang's cold pupils, his eyes calmly swept away countless shadows in the darkness, and said lightly: "These are all Yin slaves."

"Mind slave?"

"Well, Yin Nu was originally a demon from the Yin Sha Dynasty. He was captured alive by the Nether Clan a hundred thousand years ago and brought back to the underworld to refine it into Yin Nu. He was the most evil and evil Yin Ming mutant creature.

Although they have no entity, they can give birth to descendants through soul intercourse. The power of reproduction is amazing. Once the master of the underworld draws out his soul and carves the slave seal, these Yin slaves will

He will lose his mind and become a cruel and bloodthirsty monster. He will fight only by instinct. Yin slaves are bloodthirsty and do not fear pain and die. He is an extremely useful abandoned son under the Nether Clan."

Ling Tiansu couldn't help but smile as he watched the sword energy sweeping across the wind, and he was afraid of the Yin slaves.

Even if the group of dark creatures encounter great practitioners in Changyou Realm, they will be swept away like crazy, which is very difficult to deal with.

But A Sheng just swept his sword, but forced them to avoid getting close.

Even though she descended from her own deity, her methods are still very powerful and domineering.

The evil creatures born with nature fear the power of the sacred. Although the Netherworld God Lord comes from Jiuyou, his lineage of divine blood cannot be violated and questioned, and he is sacred and domineering!

Above the sky, there will be a series of huge black lightning flashes.

But Ling Tiansu knew very well that it was not lightning, but a formation caused by the order of the ghosts and demons to crazily tear apart the dark barrier.

Every time a lightning breaks open, a volcanic eruption will explode in a certain part of the land of the Senming Tribe, and gradually begin to cover the Dark Abyss Hall.

"Qiantian is the base of the Nether Clan army. Mu Yunjin's team of thousands of people was defeated, and all the prisoners were in front of him."

A Sheng's voice was faint and ruthless: "Remember, this time our goal is only Mu Yunjin. Don't meddle in other people's business."

Ling Tiansu walked silently in the direction guided by the sword energy, and responded in a deep voice: "I understand."

The warriors from the Dark Abyss Palace entered the Senming Tribe. If they were defeated, they would have only two fates.

One is death, being torn into countless pieces of meat, becoming the food for the Nether Clan.

Second, he became a prisoner, and was dragged to Wangbeitai by the Nether tribe as a spoil. In front of thousands of people in the Dark Abyss Hall, he humiliated and tortured the prisoners on the stage in various ways, and then extremely cruelly destroyed his body, extracted his soul and refined it into a Yin slave.

Mu Yunjin's team is extremely strong and powerful, so it is a pity to kill him directly.

If this famous leader of the Dark Abyss Hall can be transformed into a Yin slave, and on the contrary, it will be so painful for the Underworld clan to deal with the Dark Abyss Hall.

In the territory of the Nether Clan Legion, five hundred Nether Clan soldiers were covered in black, wearing pitch-black armor and stood solemnly.

In the center of the venue, most of the group of thousands of people had been slaughtered, with blood flowing all over the ground, and even the darkness that was stirred up had a strong smell of blood.

Only some of the most outstanding and powerful people, the twenty peaks in Tongyuan Realm and Mu Yunjin, are still alive.

Although they are alive, their situation is not as clean as death.

Headed by Mu Yunjin, she was trapped on a cross-bone monument, and her clothes had been torn to pieces, and she was despicable and withered, bound by iron chains with freedom.

A huge blood hole was blown open by some terrible force between her white and flat belly.

In the blood cave, the peristalsis of the stomach and intestines and the passage of blood and life can be clearly seen.

The original Qihai Dantian in the lower abdomen was now replaced by a strange green bead.

The extremely heavy injury did not kill her. The cultivation level of Changyou Realm was enough to support her for a few more days.

She knew that the beads would become such a terrible monster that she would continue to be in her belly.

The physical and mental torture made her wish she could bite her tongue and commit suicide now.

But she also knew clearly that practitioners in Changgu Realm would never be as good as ordinary people.

Generally, he easily dies by breaking his tongue.

Mu Yunjin opened her empty eyes and looked blankly at the cold and broken corpse of her companions and subordinates in front of her. Even the power of sorrow was exhausted in despair.

She should have been full of energy and drove straight in, taking over the military achievements of the 500 legions in one fell swoop, conquering Ling Kai and his group, and returning triumphantly.

In these thirty years, she has suffered defeat, faced life and death, and suffered hardships and tortures.

But she walked along the way.

Now in the battle, she was defeated in a mess and had no room for reversal!

Until a fiery and unrestrained look was cast towards her without any concealment, Mu Yunjin's empty eyes turned slightly like a dying dying, and a little bit of hatred light gathered in her pupils.

She looked at the tall and thin young man under the Nether Clan Zhan, and her voice almost shattered and vomited out hatred: "Wu Shan! You must die a good death!"

Wu Shan smiled and slowly stepped forward, came to Mu Yunjin, reached out and grabbed her chin with force.

His eyes flowed fieryly on her delicate body and said coldly: "Mr. Mu, I didn't expect you to be today. You always look down on me, thinking that I am not as generous and upright as a passionate man, and only have a lot of power and scheming. Although you asked me to be your military advisor, you wouldn't look at me from beginning to end!"

Mu Yunjin smiled coldly: "This is the reason why you betray me! This is the excuse for you to kill your compatriots!"

Wu Shan withdrew his fingers, his eyes flashing with a sinister light: "Of course... it's far from it."

He raised his head, looked at the endless darkness, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's dark, it's suitable for the broken palace."

"You!!!" Mu Yunjin's whole body was stiff and his eyes were wide open: "You are uniting with the Nether Clan to subvert the Dark Abyss?"

"Don't show such an expression, my Lord Mu." Wu Shan showed a cold and smooth smile on his face, and he couldn't help but feel creepy when he fell into Mu Yunjin's eyes.

He smiled and said, "Why are you working so hard to earn military merit points over the years? Just like me, I want to leave the Dark Abyss Cage as soon as possible and return to my hometown."

Mu Yunjin gritted his teeth: "The Lord of the Palace to accept you, what's the difference between your actions and your grudges and revenge?! The gate of the Anzam Palace is broken, and the spiritual world will inevitably fall! It's all about chaos in the world, and you are a sinner in the spiritual world!"

"Sinner! Ha!" Wu Shan's expression seemed to be stabbed by some poison, his face twitched, and he laughed sarcastically.

"Mu Yunjin, you are so naive that people want to make you laugh. You and I are all subjects in the spiritual world, and our ancestors are even heroes who died in the battlefield in the Demonic Frontier! We should have loved and worshipped forever!

We are clearly descendants of heroes, with clean hands! We don’t have any life to do! We have never done anything bad! We are nothing more than being infected by the magic breath. I was born with abnormal shapes and a blue heart that was born outside my chest and had to be rolled all my eyes!

Being labeled as a demon fetus! Abandoned by family relatives, in the eyes of those people in the spiritual world, what are we?! They are demons, the undead! They are evil ghost Shura!"

Speaking of this, he seemed a little tired, and the crazy demon flame in his eyes did not extinguish, but his voice became much lighter.

"Mu Yunjin, you have tasted the experience of being expelled and killed. The spiritual world cannot tolerate me, so why should I be that saint to tolerate the spiritual world?
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