"Idiot, are Yangyu worthy of you and mortals?" Zunshi's voice from the underworld came from behind Duan Qi'an, and he rubbed his heart with a thrust.

"For... why." Duan Qi'an turned his head stiffly when he was dying, but in the end he still didn't see anyone behind him.

Zunshi turned a mouthful of exquisite sarcophagus into his palm, sucking the sluggish koi into it, and gently wiped the bloody hand on Duan Qi'an's back, and his movements were as gentle as a Buddha's silk scarf.

He put away the sarcophagus, slowly stepped forward, paused, and turned around to squeeze out a gloomy smile, "The Lord's plan, from the demon market to the gambling house to the sword furnace, everything is arranged for Yangyu. If it weren't for this underground formation, it would take the bloodline of the descendants of the Sword Furnace to activate it, do you think you can live so long?"

"School." The servant slapped in a flash and disappeared in an instant.

Duan Qi'an held his last breath, with only the calcined giant sword with disordered yin and yang fire in his eyes.

"Give up salary for the sword-forginger, ahhhhhh." Duan Qian didn't have the strength to roar, spitting blood bubbles in his mouth, and his arms struggled to support him, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and crawling towards the stove.

The red light was printed on his face, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly calm.

He stared at the giant sword with his head held high and stretched out his hand, "Soul-Devouring Sword, where are you? Where are my resentful spirits? Have you arrived?"

He coughed, coughed up blood and flesh, the clear light in his eyes regained his reason, and he smiled hard on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "What a shit master, what do you know? With a resentful spirit as a sword spirit, this Yin and Yang evil in both worlds must be the existence of Taoist instruments. At that time, then, it will be a great..."

"Hehehe... I want you all to die well." Duan Qi'an tried his last breath, turned back, his eyes were crazy, and he buried his head and rushed into the stove.

His body vaporized and disappeared in an instant.

The obsession is strange and immortal, floating in the flames.

He wants to watch the birth of the divine weapon with his own eyes.

Otherwise, you will die with your eyes open and your obsession will never be destroyed.

The obsession is twisted in the flames, as if other obsessions are biting this obsession.

This is the obsession of living people in the burial furnace.

The two obsessions kept entangling and swallowing, and there was a tendency to transform into a sword spirit.

At this time, a clear light flew over.

It is the soul-devouring sword that is used as a "helper" in the gambling house and cuts its soul.

Its clear light suddenly appeared, and it buzzed around the fire, as if it was crying.

The Soul-Devouring Sword returned and returned to his master, which also brought his resentful spirits he was thinking about.

The resentful spirit was wrapped in sword light and dragged directly into the stove.

The aura of resentment suddenly increased, and the soul-devouring sword was also swallowed into pieces.

The earth fire suddenly suffocated, as if it was being taken away.

The sword furnace in the sky.

Without any warning, dark clouds pressed against the top and thunder rushed.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom, nine dry thunders directly exploded in the evening sky.

The whole Kyoto shines nine times like daylight.

Accompanied by a thicker purple lightning bombarded the sword furnace.

Most of the sword furnace was completely gone.

A giant sword wrapped in thunder and lightning rushed into the sky, penetrated through the sky, and inserted into the ruins of the sword furnace.

It's dark again.

Kyoto.

Several masters.

woke up.

In the secret room of the Demon-Subduing Hall, the old painting holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle and riding on the wind is alive again.

In the Demon Slaying Hall, Feng Bucheng, who had a fairy-like body, had white beards, was as white as snow, and had three sword boxes on his back, suddenly stood up.

The Soul-Superior Division is cold and cold, with a female face, a strong windbreaker, and a hand-pinching wind and fire magic trick, which leads to the illusion of Jin Fengwei, a man who is both a man and a woman who is fake and a woman, which is directly disordered.

There were countless famous figures who all looked in the direction of the sword furnace.

them.

Unified movements and sat down slowly.

The sword for the king... King An had already created a situation.

Who dares to blatantly touch this Taoist sword?

...

The Soul-Suppressing Envoy Team and Chen Feng, who were chasing here, were still fighting with the sword furnace disciples on the periphery.

At this time, both sides were all shocked by this huge force and subconsciously stopped.

Before they could react.

A more domineering resentment directly hit everyone's sea of ​​consciousness.

This resentment carries all kinds of complex negative emotions, which makes people disgusted, dizzy, want to vomit, and want to go crazy.

Those with low cultivation level went crazy directly under the impact of this resentful will.

Some people abandoned the sword and tickled themselves, some people swallowed the sword and traumatized themselves, and some people pulled out their tongues and wrapped themselves in their necks... Anyway, they just didn't die in a serious way.

Chen Feng said that he was a soul master and his will was firm.

Not to mention, I have taken the soul song on my back, eaten the innate Taoist pill, drank the soul wine, sucked the rosary, and washed the yuzu water...

This mere resentment is really not enough for him.

However, the Soul-Suppressing Envoy was not so lucky. Even Cao Guangxiao turned red and knelt on one knee, and it was very hard to hold on.

Chen Feng adhered to the idea that he would not be affected by this resentment when he fell asleep.

The knife is falling with your hands, the knife is falling with your hands, the knife is falling with your hands...

Papa Papa Papa Papa patted the back of the soul-suppressing envoy, knocking everyone out.

"Sleep, just fall asleep." Chen Feng hugged Cao Guangxiao's soft body and gently placed it on the ground, his tone as if he was coaxing a child who wanted to have midnight snacks at night - he would not be hungry when he fell asleep.

Chen Feng wiped his sweat and looked around and saw that he was either dead or unconscious.

He took out the Lingqing scale steadily, put it in his hand, and walked towards the ruined sword furnace.

As a minister of the Soul-Suppressing Department, when encountering something bad, you must have the awareness of restraining the soul. This is what is called "living people and things that matter," and "living people and things that matter to the end."

Chen Feng strode forward and saw a broad-leaved giant sword about ten feet long and half a foot wide from a distance.

The giant sword exudes a strong evil aura, and the purple aura that swims away with lightning.

Chen Feng has not yet approached.

The resentment swept over like a strong wind.

What comes with sharp sword energy, the sword energy that scatters everywhere.

The degree of self-protection stress alone made Chen Feng feel much more stressed.

Even small bloody mouths were scratched on his body and face.

Chen Feng was surprised, what the hell is this giant sword? His physical body and soul body can still hurt him after the heavy blessing of the soul reward?

Linglong scale is also stressful.

As light as a feather, a white feather floated up, and the clear light enveloped Chen Feng, forming a protective cover.

If someone sees this scene.

You will definitely be shocked.

The rich resentment and raging sword energy were like a turbulent sea, washing away a tenacious rock.

On both sides of the rock, there are long tails of flames that form like squirting.

And behind this rock, it is calm and far away, where the flames gather at the intersection.

Hey, he can actually compete with Linglong Scale... Chen Feng began to look at this giant sword and became more jealous.

I thought to myself, Liuli is bragging that she is the Sword Fairy Empress. With this thing, will she chop firewood faster?

Chen Feng was getting closer and closer with the "strong wind".

The giant sword flicked lightly, and a burst of sword light washed over.

Chen Feng took the initiative to act, as if he was carrying the mountain to welcome the air.

A dark sieve hill rose from the ground.

A bang and a rumbling sound.

There is a deep pit between the two.

"Pervail you." Chen Feng stepped forward with the Linglong scale, and rushed forward to the sky and struck the sky.

He held the exquisite scale like a brick in his hand, and smashed it up against the sword.

Mars splashed everywhere, with amazing impact.

Chen Feng felt his hands numb.

It’s not that Linglong scale can’t stand it, but that Chen Feng is a bit difficult to hold it.

If you can't stand it, you have to endure it.

Chen Feng used Linglong scale as a brick and used violent means very vulgarly.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to play tricks with a high profile.

yes.

Facing a sword.

I can't mess with our Eleventh Master.
Chapter completed!