Chapter 445

The wind roared, and a figure swept in front of Jing Jiu.

The lava river is a little dark, but there is always a glimmer. What's more, Jing Jiu's right hand is like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.

It was a thin middle-aged man with green eyes and hair. He was like a real beast, and the smell of evil was as thick as night.

This evil monk has strong strength and can practice in such a deep underground. I think he is very famous in Lengshan.

Well nine looked at him and confirmed that the other party's realm was higher than himself.

Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not resistant to burning, it was hard.

A moment later, the magic weapon was scalded with a blue smoke by his right hand. The evil Xiu's face showed heartache and anger, and shouted, "die!"

With this fierce drink, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hand was suddenly full of evil spirit, and dozens of complaining souls and ghosts rushed towards his face, just like moths.

The temperature in the cave suddenly cooled for several minutes, and even the magmatic river became dimmer.

Those Tao Xinyuan infants who complain about souls and ghosts are invisible and can directly attack practitioners are the most difficult for practitioners of the right path.

This evil practitioner spent more than 100 years at the bottom of juhun Valley collecting thousands of complaining souls and ghosts before refining his life magic weapon into a real magic weapon.

Jing Jiu took this magic weapon directly in his hand. However, he was really looking for death.

Those angry souls and ghosts fell on his face like a gust of wind, but as if they had hit the cliff, they could not penetrate, but scattered everywhere.

Well nine was not ready to let these angry souls and ghosts disperse, and a bright sword light came into his eyes.

With a soft sound, those complaining souls and ghosts kept moaning, turned into countless fragments and fell to the ground.

What came out of his eyes was not the real sword light, but an incomparably pure sword meaning. The more intangible and qualitative things are, the easier they are to be cut off.

There were only dozens of broken resentment souls and ghosts. Although the evil Xiu was surprised by Jing Jiu's sharp sword, he didn't care. He snorted coldly and was ready to continue his attack.

Jingjiu didn't give him such a chance. Dozens of swords spread from his fingers, cut off around the magic weapon, and then turned his palm and took the magic weapon in.

The evil spirit changed suddenly and found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He was shocked to the extreme. He thought, did the other party cut off the divine connection between himself and his own magic weapon? But how is that possible! Even the sharpest sword in the world can't do it!

The divine connection between practitioners and magic weapons is an invisible connection with cause and effect. It takes a long time to be erased. It is difficult to be cut off in such a short time. Neither cosmofront nor Jingjiu's right hand can do it before they are injured.

In fact, Jing Jiu didn't cut the line with sword or sword intention, but let sword intention entangle those lines temporarily, and then sent the magic weapon to another place.

That place is really another place.

Not here.

Not in cold mountain.

Not even in Chaotian mainland.

In a distant and cold dark space, several black boxes and a bamboo recliner floated.

A snow-white beetle squats on the bamboo recliner, which is the special headdress of the white ghost adult in Castle Peak town - cold cicada.

The cold cicada lay on the bamboo chair, looked at the fireball bigger than the star and smaller than the sun in the distance, and thought, what is it?

Suddenly, a bloody magic weapon appeared in front of it, blocking the fireball in the distance, emitting a dark and terrible smell.

With some curiosity, he stretched out his thin feet and gently fiddled with them.

The evil spirit in the magic weapon made a silent scream of terror and rushed at it.

The cold cicada was startled, rolled onto the chair surface from a high place, and quickly lay upside down to die. The armor legs on her abdomen rubbed quickly for several times and released something.

It made some redundant preparations, because those complaining souls could not get close to it at all. As soon as they left the surface of the magic weapon, they were melted into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.

Those who haven't run out feel the deepest fear of instinct. Where dare they come out and try their best to squeeze into the deepest part of the magic weapon.

After waiting for a while, the cold cicada turned over with some awkward movements, climbed up to the back of the bamboo recliner, looked at the angry soul surging like a tide in the magic weapon, and thought what is this?

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The evil cultivation was profound and knowledgeable. He soon wanted to understand that the other party did not cut off his connection with the magic weapon of his life, but sent the magic weapon to a place where his divine consciousness could not reach.

According to the cognition of the spiritual world, there is only one place near but far away from the horizon, that is the small space opened up by space magic tools.

Who on earth is this person who can have such a rare magic weapon as a space magic weapon?

The evil Xiu suppressed his shock and calculated Jing Jiu's identity. He thought, is this the elder of which famous sect?

Zen is good at mustard magic power, but he doesn't think well nine is a great virtue of Zen. The reason is very simple, because well nine has hair, and he doesn't think well nine is a descendant of the red world of Guocheng temple. How can he avoid the red world with such a face?

Well nine's body moved slightly, so he went dozens of feet away, as if he had taken a magic weapon and was about to leave.

At ordinary times, evil Xiu would give the other party a hand even if he was obviously inferior to himself in the face of such a famous and decent master, but at this time, his own life magic weapon was still in the other party's hand, and if he could seize the space magic weapon, not to mention the famous and decent master, even the elder of Xuanyin sect, he would try to kill!

The dark wind suddenly rose, and the evil Xiu turned into a black smoke and roared away towards Jing Jiu.

Jingjiu's clothes were light and light. He lightly touched the surface of the magma River and swept away towards the distance. It seemed that he wanted to stop evil Xiu's pursuit by taking advantage of the high temperature of the magma.

Xie Xiu sneered silently. He thought he had lived by the underground fire river for more than 100 years. He wanted to use this means to deal with himself. It was really wishful thinking. His mind turned slightly, so he opened the array hidden around the cave.

With a bang, the cliff above the cave suddenly collapsed, pressing well nine into the magmatic river!

The magma River looked dim, but in fact the temperature was unknown. I heard a hiss, and a flame arose where well nine disappeared.

It's strange to say that Jing Jiu, who became the Youming immortal sword, how could his body method be so slow, and why didn't he break away with his right hand as before?

The evil Xiu swept to the lava River and looked at the disappearing flame. He was not happy, but he was a little worried.

He doesn't worry that killing this person will lead to revenge from those famous and decent sects. This is a cold mountain. It's more than ten miles deep underground. Who knows who killed this person?

The key question is, if the man is swallowed up by the hot magma, there must be no bones. If the space magic tool is also damaged, what can I do?

Evil Xiu waved his sleeves, and an invisible force came out in the air, separating the magma River into a gap, revealing the bright and bright red color inside.

With a bang, those bright and bright red magma suddenly exploded, like a giant beast stabbed through a wound, and blood gushed out violently.

Countless hot and deadly magma sprayed towards the evil Xiu, looking like a terrible fire waterfall.

Xie Xiu hid by the lava river for more than 100 years. Naturally, he would not be burned so easily. He looked dignified and offered another magic weapon.

Those hot red magma were blocked in front of him and looked like a red jade wall.

The red jade wall is translucent, and a black figure suddenly appears inside!

Well nine broke through the wall and rushed to the evil cultivation with countless magma and infinite light.

The evil Xiu's eyes flashed a sense of surprise and killing. With a fierce howl, he patted Jing Jiu's head with dark and cold black smoke in his hands.

There were two soft noises, and Xie Xiu's hands were accurately grasped by Jing Jiu to the extreme.

Well nine is a sword.

Even if he doesn't have enough realm now, it's hard to find a few people in Chaotian mainland who are faster and more accurate than him.

Evil Xiu felt a very clear pain coming from his wrist!

Well nine holds his wrist.

A visible wound appeared on his wrist, bleeding out.

In particular, the left hand held by Jing Jiu's right hand can already see the moribund white bone, which is about to break.

Xie Xiu's eyes were full of shock and confusion, but he still didn't think he would die.

In his opinion, Jing Jiu's state cultivation is far inferior to himself. What can he do even with a magic weapon that can avoid fire?

He endured the sharp pain between his wrists, stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and shouted, "go..."

With this fierce drink, more dark and cold black smoke came out of his hand and was about to devour well nine.

Suddenly his voice stopped!

The black smoke dissipated without a trace!

There was a soft noise.

A sword edge suddenly appeared in the throat of the evil Xiu.

Even if the sword was stained with blood, it still gave people a lonely and cold feeling.

Jing Jiu looked at the evil Xiu quietly, without any expression on his face.

Xie Xiu's expression didn't change. At this time, he still thought he wouldn't lose.

It's rare to get out of a mobile phone meeting and wear a sword through the throat. Do you think this can kill a real strong man of practice? Do you think this is a mortal fight?

It seems that this person should be an elder of a large sect who has been in seclusion for many years. He is closed all year round and rarely travels. He is rare to come out. He has a very precious space magic weapon and fire avoidance beads. His body method realm is not weak, but he has no fighting experience at all. Then he really should die.

The evil Xiu thought about these things and opened his mouth to spit out the demon baby.

The other side is right in front of him.

Magic Baby can easily enter each other's body and devour each other's yuan baby or sword ghost.

But the next moment he found something wrong.

The demon baby didn't get into his mouth.

Even the demon baby may not have heard his orders.

Then he found that he had lost all the feelings of his body.

...... If a sword only pierces the throat, it is really not fatal to practitioners. The problem is that the sword is so wide that it can sit on it without hurting your ass. The sword is even wide enough to sit two people. If those two people have leisure, they can play chess on it... Cosmofront is such a sword. Although the sword was knocked down by Kirin in Guocheng temple, and its shape is no longer as exaggerated as at the beginning, it is still very wide. At least it's much wider than a person's neck. So when we say that the cosmic front pierced a person's throat, we often mean that it cut off the person's head. At this time, the universal front was inserted into the neck of the evil Xiu. The sword face completely isolated the head and body. It was really not like a flying sword, but more like a large iron piece that cut off the human body when people juggled. The evil Xiu's head fell to the ground, his face still looked frightened and confused, and his body also fell. The ground is the magma surging ashore, emitting suffocating heat. No matter how powerful a practitioner is, it is difficult for him to survive in the magma as long as he is not a big thing connecting the heaven. After all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu. But he didn't stop. Who knows if this evil Xiu has learned any means to deal with magma after hiding by the magma river for many years. The cosmic front cut down again. At the same time, his right hand was separated from the void point, and his sword intention was vertical and horizontal in the underground cave. The head and body of the evil monk were cut into countless pieces before they fell to the ground. No matter what kind of devil baby, devil wheel and devil fetus were turned into fragments, and then they were gently brushed by Jing Jiu's sleeve and sent into the slowly flowing magma river. Hundreds of tiny flames were born on the magmatic river. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.