On the mountain that reaches into the sky, figures are flashing, people are falling down constantly, and corpses are lying on the ground.

In the sky, sonorous sounds continued to emit, and various streams of light danced in a dazzling way.

Yang Cheng looked at the strong men of the Ji family around him. He stepped in the void. Every time he took a step, the void shook. Everyone in the Ji family couldn't help but take a step back. They felt as if their hearts were hit hard by a big hammer. They

I was really scared. The mysterious young man in front of me was so terrifying. After just a few encounters, most of them died.

Yang Cheng looked at the people who were constantly retreating, and the "Year" in his hand rose up. His every move and every move was with the heaven and the earth. The vastness was unpredictable, and he slashed down with a knife.

When everyone in the Ji family looked at Yang Qi's long sword, they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. The "years" fell and were close to them in an instant.

"The world of mortals is like prison!"

Then, a long voice reached everyone's ears.

The long knife fell, its light was like smoke, and like a gentle breeze, it rose from the bottom of the heart, bringing back all kinds of past events. In the gentle and sentimental years, who's heart can finally be empty and cut off the lingering nostalgia in the heart.<

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At this moment, everyone was covered in the smoke of red dust, as if everything had returned to the past and began to sink.

The next moment, a bright crimson sword light lit up, like fireworks blooming, and the sky was a brilliant purple, so beautiful that it illuminated the darkness, and the beauty was unparalleled.

"Bo"

An illusory breaking sound sounded, like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake. Likewise, the dream Yang Cheng had weaved for them was shattered.

"Bang"

A dull sound broke the calm, and a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground.

"Bang bang bang..."

One after another the figures kept falling.

They died in the dream bubble that Yang Cheng weaved for them, with a faint smile on every corner of their mouths.

The world of mortals is rolling like a dye vat, who can’t be dyed?

This style of "The Red Dust Is Like Prison" is a location-level sword technique he learned from "The Golden Emperor Shatters the Red Dust".

The red dust stains the soul, evokes many years of sorrow, and will never enter purgatory. Who in ancient and modern times has forgotten the world?

In the blink of an eye, another pile of corpses appeared on the broken mountain.

Yang Cheng slowly fell down, his robes fluttering, and he focused on several figures not far away.

"Do you really want to fight to the death with my Ji family?" An old man looked at Yang Cheng, his eyes full of solemnity.

Yang Cheng did not respond, but focused his eyes on Ji Haoyue in the middle.

At this time, he was no longer elegant and elegant, and his purple body had lost its original color. Under the sunlight, his silver hair was so dazzling. He no longer had the high-spiritedness he had before, but instead looked like

He is a twilight old man.

"Let them go!"

Ji Haoyue looked at Yang Cheng. He suddenly spoke and as he spoke, an ancient mirror appeared above his head, rising and falling, and flowing with a hazy aura of chaos.

"Master!"

"Young master... you must not..."

When the two elders of Ji's family saw this scene, they instantly felt sad in their hearts.

Yang Cheng looked at the ancient mirror above Ji Haoyue's head. He touched the "years" in his hand. Although this ancient mirror was an imitation, it was also a top-notch sacred object. Unfortunately, Ji Haoyue's current strength was very poor.

Even if he is seriously injured, how much strength can he exert under such circumstances?

Suddenly, Yang Cheng moved, holding a long knife in his hand, and took a step forward.

"You take the young master away."

In an instant, an old man attacked Yang Cheng. At the same time, another man grabbed Ji Haoyue and flew into the sky, turning into a divine rainbow and disappearing into the sky.

"Chi!"

A flash of blood flew up, and the old man who came from the attack fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were full of astonishment. As his pupils slowly dilated, he used his last bit of strength to look at the sky.

There is a whole world outside of him, this is his world. Now that he is a warrior with divine power, killing someone at this level is like killing a chicken. No matter how powerful you are, as long as your momentum is taken away and your soul is suppressed at the beginning, you are doomed to fail.

Yang Cheng looked at the sky, his heart was like an ancient well, without traces or waves. The old man of the Ji family escaped with Ji Haoyue. This was something he did deliberately.

If Ji Haoyue is really killed, I'm afraid he will really be on the run, but as it is now, it's not much different.

What made him regretful was the ancient weapon. The bronze mirror was extremely simple. It was engraved with mysterious lines, intertwined with "Tao" and "Principles" that were different from the previous life, and exuded the aura of the beginning along with chaos.
Chapter completed!