Ancestor Styx was driven into the ground with a sword.

Qin Sang's dharma body floated over, appeared above the magma, and sensed the situation underground.

As expected, the ancestor of the Dark Falcon could not be killed by a sword so easily.

The Gray Eagle Sword is an advanced spiritual treasure and is commanded by a Void Refining monk, so its power goes without saying.

I don't know if the ancestor of the Dark Falcon used any treasure. From the outside, it was clear that he only used a pair of fleshy palms to hold the sword blade and forcefully catch the sword.

Even if the ever-burning lamp weakens the sword's power a bit, it's still shocking enough.

It is certain that Ancestor Ming Falcon is also in the early stage of refining the void, and his realm is similar to him.

However, Ancestor Ming Falcon must have achieved Void Refining much earlier than him, and his accumulation is deeper.

The Tao of Ancestor Ming Falcon is different from the "Celestial Demon Refining". He does not cultivate the Dharma, but purely cultivates the physical body to this point.

He is a strong man in the corpse path, with the power of not turning into bones!

Qin Sang narrowed his eyes and without hesitation, he immediately performed a sword technique, causing Feng Yun to change his color.

The vitality of heaven and earth is in chaos, and the spiritual tide forms a hurricane, which is visible to the naked eye.

In the void, gray auras danced wildly, sweeping through the void of heaven and earth, as sharp as swords, forming a terrifying scene.

'Whirring whirring……'

These auras are indeed very close to the sword light.

The spiritual energy of this area of ​​heaven and earth was taken into the palm of Qin Sang's hands, and turned into countless sharp swords out of thin air, wandering in the sky with a shocking momentum.

The void seemed to be divided into pieces by the rain of swords and shattered into pieces.

The 'sharp sword' swept across the ground, the earth shattered one after another, and the magma lake continued to expand outward.

As for the magma in the lake, it has already set off huge waves.

Fortunately, the three corpse demons of Luohunyuan were clever enough and decisively escaped from the battlefield.

If they fall into the rain of swords, their bodies will be broken like the earth.

A sharp light flashed in Qin Sang's eyes.

The rain of swords all pointed at the earth.

Countless sword shadows stood in the void, creating a forest of swords. Following the sword master's command, thousands of swords moved together.

And Qin Sang, who is located among the ten thousand swords, is the sword master!

'Brush! Brush! Brush!'

Swords are falling like rain.

The shadow of the sword was almost invisible to the naked eye, only the black torrent poured down from the sky, and the extremely sharp aura was so powerful that it vowed to pierce through the earth.

Rocks can't stop it, let alone thin magma.

now.

Ancestor Ming Falcon was slashed into the ground by the Gray Warbler Sword. Before he could stop his fall, his body forcefully cut through the earth.

A trace of abnormal scarlet appeared in the eyes of the Ancestor Stygian Falcon, and he was fierce and menacing. He could feel the power of the sword beginning to weaken in his joints, and when he was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis again.

'boom!'

Dozens of sword shadows pierced the earth's crust, arriving in an instant.

These sword shadows seem to be integrated into the Gray Eagle Sword, and they seem to be absorbed by the Gray Eagle Sword, making the sword powerful.

Ancestor Stygian Falcon had no time to distinguish, and suddenly felt that he had been struck by a violent blow, his arm was in severe pain, his whole body was shaken, and his breath that had not yet calmed down began to fluctuate violently again.

The body fell faster than before, digging a bottomless hole into the earth.

'Boom! Boom! Boom!'

The sword shadows were like thunderbolts, continuously bombarding Ancestor Stygian Falcon.

Moreover, these sword shadows were more dangerous than thunder. Not only did they have terrifying power, but each one carried extremely sharp waves, trying to penetrate his body.

Ancestor Stygian Falcon fell again and again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the downward trend.

He made a mistake in judgment, lost the opportunity, and faced an extremely passive situation.

Ancestor Stygian Falcon's whole body was stiff, and he had no choice but to maintain the posture of holding the sword backwards, trying his best to resist the Gray Warbler Sword.

The vitality of heaven and earth is inexhaustible, the shadow of the sword seems endless, and his arms begin to tremble.

The tremors were getting louder and louder.

'boom!'

'boom!'

There was an explosion, like leather cracking, originating from the fingers of the ancestor Stygian Falcon, and blood spattered out.

The skin there cracked open, exposing bright red flesh and blood, and the skin was torn apart.

The mortal body of Ancestor Stygian Falcon is no different from that of ordinary people, not like a corpse at all.

A crack in the skin immediately caused a series of explosions.

Pieces of skin peeled off from his hands.

Ancestor Styx's fingers soon became bloody and fleshy, and a layer of skin was peeled off alive.

His expression is gloomy, every part of his body has been carefully tempered, and the skin is tough, no less than any armor.

But this layer of armor was torn, first to the fingers, then to both hands, wrists, and forearms. I was shocked to hear this.

After the skin was peeled off, it was the turn of flesh and blood again. Layers of flesh and blood fascia were torn open, and sections of blood vessels flew around.

It was so tragic, but there was no trace of pain on Ancestor Ming Falcon's face, and his hands were still clutching the Gray Warbler Sword tightly.

Finally, the last trace of flesh and blood on the ten fingers was peeled off, and the bones were exposed.

What is surprising is that the phalanges of the ancestor of the Dark Falcon are actually a black-gold color. They are not like human bones, but rather like a piece of extremely hard gold and iron.

Then, the skeletons of Ancestor Styx's hands were completely exposed, exuding exactly the same color.

Facts have proved that bones are indeed harder than skin and flesh, and they did not continue to be cracked.

At this moment, Ancestor Ming Falcon suddenly let out a roar.

He endured the humiliation and finally activated the secret technique he had secretly prepared, and his roar vented the anger and violence in his heart.

'boom!'

The flesh and blood on his arms suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood fell off, like a goddess scattering flowers.

From the wrist to the shoulder, only the bones of the two arms remain.

‘Kaka!’

Ten finger bones squeezed the Gray Warbler sword tightly, and the joints cracked.

Pieces of blood and flesh were splashed out, mixed together, and a blood-red mass was squirming and twisted, making it disgusting.

This mass of flesh and blood slammed into the Gray Warbler Sword, like the most filthy thing in the world, coating the Gray Warbler Sword's body.

The aura of the Gray Eagle Sword dimmed slightly.

At the expense of his arms, the ancestor of the Falcon finally gained a moment of opportunity from the surging attack. His eyes opened slightly and his mouth suddenly opened wide.

The roar from his mouth transformed into a sharp roar, the sound was so weird that it could penetrate the earth, invade people's hearts, and shake people's souls.

Qin Sang, who was above the surface, also clearly heard the roar of the ancestor of the Falcon, with a solemn look on his face.

At the same time, Qin Sang noticed something unusual, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly glanced at the ground.

Ordinary people couldn't see any clues, but in Qin Sang's eyes, there was a mysterious change in this world.

The boiling magma and the restless vitality of heaven and earth were supposed to be a lively scene, but Qin Sang felt a sense of silence inexplicably.

The magma seemed less red and dazzling, and when it started to flow, it no longer had the momentum to swallow everything.

This feeling is difficult to describe.

Although there were no living creatures around, Qin Sang always felt as if everything had been drained of its vitality and turned into a "walking zombie".

He glimpsed the edge of the magma.

Sand dunes are constantly being swallowed up by magma.

He noticed that the gravel on the dune was faintly covered with a layer of grayish white.

'call!'

The hot wind blew by, and suddenly a puff of smoke rolled up on the sand dune, and the gravel unexpectedly shattered into smoke and dust at some point.

The smoke immediately disappeared into the void, and the entire sand dune just disappeared, as if it didn't exist.

The magma, gravel, and even the ground fire floating on the surface of the magma are 'fading'!

Under the ground.
To be continued...