"The people I want to kill never know whether to die or not, because no matter whether to die or not, they cannot change the situation where he will die in the end."

The old voice came from hundreds of gaps at the same time.

However, the figure of the master and Taoist master came step by step in the void from one of the Xingye gaps.

I saw the hunched figure wearing a black and white Taoist robe appearing under the starry night.

Seeing the national master appear, Ling Tiansu's breathing suddenly tightened.

Nothing else, it was just because the national master appeared in front of everyone on the starry night, and he was not the only one.

Between his scarred wrists, layers of blood-red chains were wrapped around him, and a red dagger was connected at the end of the chain, and the tip of the dagger was inserted into a man's chest.

And that person... it turned out to be Wu Ying!

The sword body that was clearly inserted was only part of the tip of the sword, but it could be as if it was nailed to death and firmly pierced on the heart.

Wu Ying's hands and feet were penetrated by a blood-red sword, and his technique was extremely cruel.

Ling Tiansu saw that he was suffering so much that he had not fainted yet.

I saw endless violent emotions in his eyes, his dark pupils were tearless, as if they were brewing with surging demonic thoughts.

His hands were holding the blood-red iron chain tightly, trying to pull out the sword that was inserted into his heart.

But Ling Tiansu saw that the four blood swords that penetrated his limbs had completely suppressed the flow of energy in his body.

Those hands that could make a country's blood flow thousands of miles away now seem so weak.

Under his movements, the blood-red short sword was slowly pushing into his heart bit by bit.

Wu Ying pursed her lips and said nothing, her already pale face turned pale.

Ling Tiansu slowly stood up, his eyes fixed and suppressed to look at the master of the national teacher.

Wu Ying left in search of the national teacher to save Shangguan Tang.

But now... Wu Ying's life and death are completely under the control of the national teacher. Ling Tiansu has no doubt at all. The national teacher can easily take Wu Ying's life in just one thought.

Wu Ying is dead or alive, he doesn't care.

But Wu Ying has another identity.

Wuqi Xie.

Sure enough, Su Yi had already become violently ferocious and ferocious, and his limbs were lying on the ground and roaring the beast.

But the rune cage that imprisoned him was as if tailored for him, restraining him to death. No matter how powerful his claws exuded and hit the seal, they could be dissolved by that shallow seal.

Ling Tiansu was in a very uneasy at this moment.

Wu Ying has fallen into the hands of the national teacher, Master Dao.

So what about Shangguan Tang?

Is she safe?

The national teacher and Taoist were extremely determined to kill Shangguan Tang, so he could even fake Zhao Gouyu to find Shangguan Tang himself.

Qin Bupo glanced at Wu Ying who was struggling under the blood-colored iron chain and frowned.

He said in a deep voice: "What does this mean by Master National? Wu Ying is an ally of my Great Jin Dynasty, and he is also the first in this ten thousand tests.

The national master not only did not treat him with courtesy, but also seriously injured him, but also had the gate of this ancient trial place. Lord Wang Yuan said that this was the masterpiece of the national master, and asked the national master to explain it."

The master and Taoist choked twice, as if he was poured into his chest by the strong wind.

His face was so old that it was not decent, and his whole body felt a strong smell of silence.

He glanced at Qin Bupo indifferently and said, "I don't like to explain things, and there is no need to explain..."

“Buzz…”

Before he finished speaking, a sword intent that was completely different from the momentum came out of thin air. Just one sword intent set off a mad dragon force, causing all the strong winds that were swept down from the stars in the gap in the night to counterattack.

The sword intent cuts directly into the blood-colored chain in the wrist of the master Taoist.

The master and Taoist coughed softly, and as he swayed his clothes, he and Wu Ying moved out countless phantoms, easily avoiding the sword intent of the sword god.

The sword intent forced the cold wind to retreat into the gap, and the dark gap was actually reduced a lot.

However, the gap that had been repaired a lot has not been completely closed, but was suddenly locked by a pair of miserable green ghost claws!

The ghost claws suddenly opened left and right, tearing the gap that was about to be stitched even wider.

The ghost hand was green and gloomy, with sharp nails. The back of the thin hand was covered with green scales, emitting a terrifying toxic gas visible to the naked eye, as if even the air could burn.

"The Corpse Ghost Clan?! It turns out to be the ancient Ghost Clan corpse Ghost?!"

Someone exclaimed in the crowd.

Several great masters, including Zhao Gouyu and Qin Bupo, changed their faces.

Although they realized that the ancient gates opened countless times this time, it would definitely cause a great catastrophe.

But thinking that there will be Sword God and Wang Yuan here in the end, they will definitely solve everything and return to peace before the catastrophe.

But in such a short time, such a powerful corpse ghost had appeared.

And now most of the practitioners on the Jiuzhou Continent must be like Lu Li from the White Jade Cave.

Being tempted by the opportunities of the ancient trial land, and even trying hard to join in regardless of the consequences.

And because of this, there are not many powerful practitioners left in the Jiuzhou.

So...who will stop the countless loopholes in the sky?

Although the Sword God is strong, the sky is vast and the manpower will be limited and exhausted.

Can he really stitch this day?

If the sky is stitched together, how should these thousands of practitioners who have lost their minds and poured into the ancient trial land return?

No one can answer this question.

They only saw that the old Sword God had drawn his sword.

It was a sword hidden in the void under his palm. The sword was called "Lihen".

The sword body, which was like autumn water, appeared from the twist of space, and the three-foot long sword exuded a faint cold light.

A simple sword drawing action, when the tip of the sword was fully revealed in everyone's sight, the old man's figure had completely disappeared from the spot.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the miserable green ghost hand. Xing Jing was already standing in the air with the dark night, before the huge ghost hand.

A simple sword-flipping action, a sword light with a palpitations of black flames, cut off the arm at the same root.

Among the wounds of the two broken limbs, the green blood was burned out by the black flames. On the wound, the black flames continued to burn rapidly.

Before the two huge ghost hands fell to the ground, they were burned into ashes by the terrifying black flames.

Zhao Gouyu's palm couldn't help but tremble and said in a trembling voice: "Three Swords of Killing Ghosts, Black Flame Prison..."

The three swords of the ghost-killing swords are divided into three swords.

Black Flame Prison, Hundred Ghost Slash and Break the Styx River.

The Three Swords of Killing Ghosts are not created by the sword god, but are derived from the Daoyuan Sect that was destroyed twenty years ago.

These three swords have little power to kill people, but killing ghosts has amazing power.

What's more, the Black Flame Prison for the Three Swords of Killing Ghosts was still used by Xing Jing, the god in the sword.

Even the ancient corpse and ghost clan is invincible.

Under Xingye's gap, there was no true appearance of the corpse ghost, but only the tearing roar like a demon's sound pouring into his ears.

The old man raised his sword again, and a dark black fire ignited on the tip of the sword. He gently handed out the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword sank into the starry night.

The angry roar came to an abrupt end...

The powerful side of the Sword God made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

But Ling Tiansu always dared not relax his vigilance.

Because after the master and Taoist disappeared, the sword god entered the sky and the sword destroyed the corpse ghosts, and he disappeared without a trace.

But he said something just now.

The person he wants to kill cannot change the situation of death.

Ling Tiansu knew the murderous intention of the national teacher and Taoist.

Therefore, after he captured Wu Ying, it was impossible to leave like this.

And now, the old sword god who kept saying he wanted to accept him as his disciple was in that sky...

This is his best time to start.

As soon as this chilling thought was born, Ling Tiansu felt a sudden sank on his shoulder!

A thin and old palm rested on his shoulder without any warning, and even the Xingfu Wang Yuan in front of him was unaware of it!

Ling Tiansu's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't have to look back at this moment, but he could know who the owner was as cold as a dead person's palm.

Because he had heard Wu Ying's undepressed breathing sound of painful gasping not far behind him.

(ps: The long-awaited plot of abuse of Wu Ying finally appears, and the identity of the national teacher is about to be revealed.)
Chapter completed!