The Lord of Ghost

Inside the secret realm.

Qin Yang spread his brilliant wings, and the Kunpeng method was sharpened and comprehended in the constant battle. The dazzling gold was sublimating towards the dark gold, and each feather seemed to be shining, bursting with brilliant rune luster.

What he faced was the legend of history: the young sword god.

With a sword swing, the seemingly ordinary moves contained the great principles of space, and Qin Yang also had difficulty dodging.

The way of the sword, attack is defense, and the violent attack made even Qin Yang feel sweaty.

At this moment, Qin Yang's internal organs were humming, his breath spewed out thunder sounds, and the mysterious secret method gathered into light in his chest.

"Kill!"

Kunpeng's wings turned over in the starry sky. The only outcome of blindly defending was defeat. Qin Yang planned to make a change.

At that time.

The outside cultivators watched the anxious and hot battle intently. The battle of the Tianjiao across the long river of history was exciting enough even to be a witness.

"Ancient Dao body, it's really terrifying! Fighting constantly, comprehending the Dao rules in battle, and even absorbing the residual Dao rhyme and spiritual energy, Qin Yang's growth is visible to the naked eye!" A big man sighed.

"It's a pity that the Sword God is going to fail. The Dao rhyme of the secret realm cannot manifest his Dao method."

The old guy of the ancient sect lowered his eyes. The top demon of an era, even if it was just the manifestation of the figure, was enough to show a dazzling light.

As if to confirm their words, the figure of the Sword God became faint after the continuous offensive.

Suddenly, the young Sword God stopped the sword in his hand, smiling lightly, as if in admiration.

He had exerted his full strength, but Qin Yang obviously still had some strength left. He sighed, sighing the long waves of time, one generation higher than the next.

The lips of the young Sword God moved. Although they could not communicate across the time and space of years, the moves in his hands had already explained everything.

For demons, the best respect is to go all out.

The void began to clear away the clouds, just like the beginning of chaos. The sky formed a vortex of empty sword eyes, and above the sword eyes, the dazzling galaxy could be seen.

"This sword: Emperor Killing!"

The sky changed color, and countless spiritual energy was sucked in like a vortex of airflow in the middle of the sword eye, and the power of the starry sky was poured into the sword eye like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Mo Li was particularly familiar with this move.

He had fallen under this sword before, and the extreme oppression was a horror that the Dao Runes were avoiding.

In the outside world, the disciples of Jianmen were so moved that they burst into tears after witnessing this move and sword.

"That is the forbidden sword method passed down by our ancestors! The terrifying sword style of the reverse slashing emperor! I have the honor to witness it twice in this era!"

The first time was when Gongsun Jianwu fought against the God King Body.

The second time was when the young sword god fought against Qin Yang.

The sword that killed the emperor was passed down from one lineage to another, and only this lineage could comprehend it.

At this moment, Qin Yang's heart was beating wildly, and he felt a huge life-and-death crisis.

This sword blocked the space, and his Kunpeng method was difficult to penetrate.

"Fall!"

As the lips of the young sword god opened slightly, the giant sword that stirred time and space stabbed straight down.

Boom...

Everything was silent, and the figure of the young sword god disappeared under this sword.

"What's the situation?"

In the same realm, no one can guarantee that they can bear it.

At that time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and in the thick fog, the crisp cracking sound was as frequent as raindrops, and the dark golden light ball cracked and shattered like porcelain.

But if you look closely, you will find that the dark golden light ball seems to have life and is particularly soft. As the last crack opens, the outside cultivators are surprised to find that it is actually a piece of feathers. The golden defense constructed by the feathers took the sword of destruction.

"Qin Yang... Is this one of his trump cards?"

"Or the Kunpeng method, one of the ten evil treasures, is unparalleled in the world!" Countless people sighed, and the Ten Evils are well-deserved.

The ball of light broke, and Kunpeng's wings dissipated.

This forbidden method evolved from Kunpeng's method, with extreme speed in exchange for extreme defense, the price is that Qin Yang's Kunpeng method cannot be used in a short period of time.

In other words, Qin Yang's ability to save his life has greatly decreased.

At the same time, the majestic sword intent still hurt Qin Yang, and now he is seriously injured.

Being able to resist the forbidden moves of the young sword god is actually enough to be famous in Jiuzhou.

"Is it over?" The outside cultivators were puzzled.

In the previous battles with the prodigies of various times, and just now with the monsters remembered by history, Qin Yang has proved his strength.

"No, it's not over yet!" On the purple gold dragon horse, a strong man looked solemn.

"The countercurrent of Daoyun is more serious, as if it is making the final condensation."

"I'm afraid that the next monster to appear will be the emperor in his youth! And it is a complete young emperor!"

"Who will it be?"

The secret realm has been opened for ten generations, and half of the emperors have walked out of it.

Each of them was the highest person who reached the peak in that era, and the strongest force of that era.

No matter who it was, if Qin Yang fought against him, he would lose because he was not in good condition now. But if he won... everyone knew what that meant.

In the secret realm, endless laws began to converge, outlining a shadow of the era.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and Qin Yang was also watching nervously.

His heart trembled inexplicably, and unspeakable thoughts were in chaos in his heart.

As the figure of the young emperor under the starry sky completely condensed, the desolate atmosphere gradually swept across the eight wastelands. Countless cultivators looked at his back, as if they were separated by endless time and space, but as if they were right in front of them.

People remembered the legend about him, the giant of the era that came out of the great waste, entered the Wanwan restricted area, set off a storm, and finally moved to the stars deeper.

"It's him!" Some old guys frowned at the back of the young emperor.

"Qin Yang's last opponent!"

"Emperor of the Wild!"

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On the other.

At the time of Qinyang and the evil spirits of the past.

No one pays attention to more than 2,000 stairs, the residue of the ten -person battle.

The sound of the broken shell sounded in the silent space, and the remaining rules were frozen by the cold and silent air. The mist was frosty, and the soul seemed to enter the dead silence.

Within death, in the vague boundary between yin and yang, he left several times to travel to two worlds.

One life, one dead.

The first time: He was killed and crossed by electric shock in a mental hospital.

Second time: The sword of the old sword spirit, he died.

The third time: Qian Wu's sneak attack, Qin Yang's kill, he recovered in his death.

Fourth time: He died under the sword of Gongsun Jianwu.

But a steady stream of life always hangs his vitality.

He turned into a ghost, and once again leading to the mysterious place standing with a stone gate!

In this mysterious place, his eyes turned into the bloody moon in the sky. Here, the bloody moonlight fell, and the sea surface was stained with scarlet.

This time, he felt more clearly everything, and he could master this place more deeply.

Close your eyes, the past scenes flashed in this bloody space:

There was a wolf burning life with Gongsun Xuanjian.

When he attempts to break through the sword array of the sword spirit, the sword qi that stabs the bloody space.

In the past few years, he used the clips of the pupils of ghost eyes several times.

Mo Li couldn't remember how many times the ghost eyes were unpredictable. He didn't understand it before, but now, he seems to understand.

It was not the power of time and space, but when the pupils of ghost eyes were turned on, his body was placed in this space, and in reality, he continued to move forward in the state of ghosts!

Because ghosts can't be seen, it looks like: shuttle!

Every time the night's bloody moon flickering is a soul and flesh replacement.

At that time, an unspeakable emotion rushed into his heart.

Mo Li is a person who has died many times. He is not afraid of death.

And a person who despise death is pulled back and forth between death and life.

Because the ghost spirit represents death, he can return to reality after evolving ghosts.

It's like it is in the dark ... I can't say it.

And this feeling is particularly strong after entering this mysterious place for the second time.

Until ... the murmur from the ancient time and space sounded again:

"Origin from birth and death, crossing the soul sea, Fang Da's other side."

This time, it is particularly clear!

It is clear that he is enough to find the source of the sound: the mottled stone gate standing between heaven and earth!

And the voice of the murmur is hidden inside!

Intuition told Mo Li that the answer he wanted to find was also inside!

"Birth and death ... Soul Sea ..."

Mo Li murmured to talk to himself, and he stepped forward.

The white light revealed in the Shimen was on his face. At that moment, Mo Li seemed to find his way forward.

Behind Shimen, close his way! He has a strong feeling.

Mo Li didn't hesitate. He held both sides of the stone gate with both hands. At this moment, he seemed to have the key to opening a world. The huge stone gate standing in the world slowly opened it slowly under his strength.

Click ~

Shimen moved a little bit, and the light behind him reflected on his face.

He saw the scene inside: the endless ghost of the endless ghost, gathered into the vast ocean, covered with the starry sky!

At that moment, the ghosts covered with the world looked back at the same time. They opened their eyes, and their long -lasting eyes suddenly burst into spirituality.

I only hear a sentence waiting for how many era hoarseness, like the long river that crosses history, and the expectations of countless ghosts to finally converge into a sentence:

"Lord, come back!"