laugh!
With the utmost ability of the heavenly eyes, Yang Yu only saw a faint sword light, and he did not see the ancient sword that was slightest.
I didn't even see clearly whether the ancient sword was really unsheathed!
However, only so, the Red Demon King had fallen in the sky, and the samadhi true fire that was inflamed by everything was completely extinguished at this moment!
Rumble!
It seems that there is a thunder sound that spreads, which is a huge amount of air waves that flow against the current to fill the void after being extinguished by the Samadhi True Fire.
At this moment, the sounds rolled in the abyss, but they were so quiet that they were scary.
Looking at the Red Demon King who fell down like a dead leaf, whether it was an ordinary prisoner, the White Tiger True Lord, the Old Monk of Yanmo, and even the ten poems in the Gushan Immortal Palace, all of them were lost.
Including Prison Yang.
No one thought that the Red Demon King could resist the Zhuxian Sword, but no one could have expected that one of the five demon sects, the master of the Ten Thousand Demons Caves who had become famous for nine thousand years, could not even resist a thousandth of an instant.
From beginning to end, his long roar and roar had not been restored at all, with only a shallow sword sound...
silence!
Deadly silence!
It was not until the Samadhi Fire Sea was completely extinguished and the Earth Abyss was once again shrouded in darkness and all the noises were gone, and the exclamations and reverence of the disciples of Wanshitian Sect came from outside the Earth Abyss.
"This sword..."
In the darkness, all the three great masters, including the old monk Yan Mo, turned blue and could hardly suppress the shock in their hearts.
They have seen the Zhuxian Sword killing people, but this is the Eight Poles!
A giant who has become famous for nine thousand years and has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years. It can burn mountains and seas, and catch stars and moons!
this……
The three of them looked at each other in the darkness, and their hearts were cold.
Escape, have you escaped?
In the Immortal Palace, there are ten poems that seem to be covered by fog, and no one can see them, as if different heads appear and appear.
"The dying demon, the great power of Taoism for thousands of years, the true fire of Samadhi, and the great magical power of burning jade and stone..."
"Although it is not the top of the eight extremes, it is not a general person, but it is not as good as a sword?! The sea of ​​heaven has not yet opened, and some people in later generations can practice the "Zhuxian Sword" to such an extent?!"
"What are you afraid of?!"
"Scared! Why not! It's so difficult to return after the disaster. If you die here, everything will be empty!"
"What's so afraid?! If you fight with it, you can only defeat a little miscellaneous man in the future..."
"Don't forget! That little Zamao is possessed of the 'three magical powers of one Qi' and a sword that kills the immortals with one mouthful. You and I can resist it. Where are the four?!"
"Four..."
...
The sounds dissipated with the fog, and the faces of the ten poems were hard to see.
"These ten kalpas are not right, very wrong..."
After suppressing many distracting thoughts, the Ten Songs still felt a little uneasy.
When the two disasters alternate, the period when the great way is reshaped will naturally be triggered, and countless heroes will emerge.
But the sea of ​​heaven has not yet opened, and this is just one of the worlds of Continental Sands...
...
"Tian, ​​Tianzong..."
Walking with the shadows, Yang Yu saw the Red Devil King.
The master of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, Longquan's most violent demon king, looked up at the sky, and his face was ashamed. Even when he saw Yang Yu, his eyes were still scattered and dull.
This sword, before killing his life, he wiped out all his courage, anger, and anger!
Since he obtained the "Samadhi True Fire" from Zhou Jueyin Tiangong, for the long nine thousand years, he has encountered opponents, suffered great losses, or almost died and died...
But never so desperate!
The fire-nailing gourd may also be said to be deliberately refined by Taoist Taoist of Tianzong for a long time to target his spiritual treasure.
But this sword...
"He didn't even say a word..."
After a long time, the Red Demon King made a hoarse and subtle voice that Yang Yu almost heard:
"He, he is also Baji, why, why..."
The Red Devil was in a huge collapse.
Austrian Yang looked at each other coldly.
The Red Demon King in this state was much calmer than before. This sword instead knocked him out of his devilish state.
Under that sword, all evil and distracting thoughts were wiped out.
"Why, he hasn't broken the limit yet, he is still Baji..."
The Red Demon King had collapsed and was chanting this sentence back and forth. Even if Yang Yu mentioned it, he seemed to be unaware of it!
‘The same Eight Poles, the Red Demon King, no, including the other Eight Poles Lords, is afraid that the gap between the Taoist master of the Tianzong is even greater than that between me and the ordinary Shidu…’
Among the many peeping eyes, Yang Yu walked into the darkness with the Red Demon King. His heart was a little chilled, and his doubts were also very huge.
The Taoist of the Tianzong in Shidu was not at the level of the extreme Taoism and had no great supernatural powers. Although he was considered a good person for a while, he was not considered a stunning talent.
But now...
"Good, good!"
How valuable is the Eight Extreme Lords who are about to die? Old Monk Yan Mo and others stopped Yang Yu.
"I belong to me."
He casually pulled off the cloth pocket around the Red Devil's waist, and Yang Yu walked away.
The True Lord of White Tiger looked cold, but the nameless old Taoist pressed his arm instead.
"Just ten capitals, so presumptuous!"
The True Lord of White Tiger roared lowly, but also held back the anger in his heart.
The four of them have been imprisoned here for more than three thousand years. They have no spiritual treasures and lack magical powers and do not want to fight with this person.
Being able to be on the list of near emperors, no matter what method it is, it means that this person is at least comparable to the incomplete eight extremes...
"father!"
Inside the human race bag, Hong Faer screamed so hard that she threw tears on the Red Demon King. However, the latter seemed to be still silent, just kept muttering:
"Why, why..."
"Where are so many whys?"
Closed the bag of the race, and in Hongfa'er's extremely resentful eyes, Yang Yu looked at the Red Demon King:
"It's just that his strength is inferior to others."
"The strength is not as good as that of others..."
The Red Demon King's eyes moved slightly. With the help of Hong Faer, he staggered up and fell down.
"The same is Baji... no, he is the only one who is Baji..."
The Red Demon King's voice was still very erratic. After a long time, he looked at Yang Yu and said hoarsely:
"what would you like?"
"Samadhi True Fire."
Prison Yang has no concealment.
"You want the true fire of Samadhi?"
Under the severe pain, the Red Demon King still sneered:
"You imprison my son and don't kill him. You actually want to plot against my gods? But isn't it ridiculous for you to threaten me with him?"
"Yes, ridiculous..."
Before Yang Yu could answer, Hong Faer couldn't help but tremble all over, and his eyes became very scared when he looked at his father.
"He is just the blood that I use to live out the second life!"
The Red Demon King's face was gray and cold, and Hong Faer had fallen to the ground, and his soul was all lost.
"If you help me live a second life..."
"I, I'll kill you, kill you!"
Hong Faer screamed loudly, and the mad demon seemed to pounce on the Red Demon King. The latter did not move, allowing the flames to burn themselves, but laughed wildly.
"Those who kill me will be burned with jade and stones. Those who kill me will be reborn in the fire!"
boom!
The raging flames submerged the father and son, and gradually melted and unified under the gaze of Yang Yu.
Chapter completed!