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There was a layer of scarlet blood cloud on the sky above the imperial palace of Yulong Xianchao in Donghua Xianyu. When the blood cloud appeared, there was a strong resentment in the palace complex, which quickly tore open the guard array of the palace and crashed into the cloud with a bang.

The scarlet blood cloud trembled slightly. There are thunder and lightning on it. However, in a short period of time, the smelly blood red raindrops fell, covering the whole imperial city. At this moment, there are many powerful and extreme breath among the royal family, trying to break the blood clouds in the sky. However, in the face of such weather, human power can not change it.

"The corpse cloud falls into blood, and the holy meteor cries! Is it true that among the royal families, the Immortal Emperor has fallen? Is it the Immortal Emperor of the present age, or the emperor of the last generation who has abdicated and closed up! " Many of the top strong men in the imperial city of Yulong Xianchao are staring at the blood clouds in the sky. They looked at the raindrops that dyed many buildings red, and their eyes were full of dignified color.

"Who in the end is sacred, can make the Immortal Emperor fall! Yulong Xianchao was one of the top forces in Donghua Xianyu. Among them, the inside story of the royal family is comparable to the ten major gates. Such a powerful existence has been coveted by others and killed by an emperor? "

At this time, many powerful people of the imperial dragon immortals were meditating, and their eyes were full of essence. There is no eternal country in the world. If the general trend of the world is separated for a long time, it must be divided. Now that the imperial city is covered with blood clouds, does it mean that they and the forces behind them have ushered in a major opportunity.

"Is this a sign of chaos, which means that there will be a major change in the celestial society?" Some people are happy and others are sad. However, the royal family was only silent, and even they did not tell the world who the fallen emperor was and who the enemy was.

And in the sky above the city of Tianshang, in the broken sky, the matchless son of the world is constantly playing a mysterious hand. The power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror has completely cut off all the exploration of divine consciousness between heaven and earth. Whether he just killed jialouyan or promoted Yanhuang emperor mirror, the other friars did not understand what happened except for the Limited heaven.

At this time, shangsu stood with the old prince of the Shang family, looking at the mirror on the sky. He is now unable to sense everything in the stars with his own divine sense. As if the power of the bronze mirror suddenly surpassed him in a moment.

"Old prince! Jialouyan has been killed by Hongling. It seems that we can no longer despise him! " Shangsu looked at some rickets of the old woman, can not help but sigh.

"It's true, Shang Xue. She really has a good son." The old prince's eyes are complex, which is like the burning mirror in the sky, and there are blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

She was hit hard by the green bird with a diamond strike, and even the inheritance of the heaven's curse seal was cracked. When things are over here, we must repair them in closed doors. Otherwise, such a terrible injury would be life-threatening. As for shangsu, he should be very frustrated. In front of the power of heaven, the war family even had no strength to resist.

Seeing that there are countless Taoist figures between heaven and earth, Bai Su frowned slightly. She could sense that many people came here for impure purposes. Although she thought that these people could not threaten Hongling, she still instinctively rose from the sky, and a haze of sandstorms spread around her.

"Within a thousand feet of the autumn snow tower, except for the disciples of the star sword sect, those who try to get close to them will be killed without mercy!" The words of indifference came from her thin lips, which surprised all who were near here.

They sensed the heaven's calamity looming in the sandstorm, subconsciously retreating towards the distance. No one dares to joke about his own life. After all, Bai Su was a fierce man who directly killed yuan Tianfu. Moreover, or in the other side urged the 24 mountains Tiandao compass.

Star color is still quietly staring at the sky with the stone orchid. She has the star core scabbard of the sky star sword in her hand, so she can naturally catch a trace of useful information. She suddenly understood why Bai Su was so nervous. Because Hongling had reached a critical time to recast the sad sword.

All the rhymes of heaven and Taoism were forced into the dark golden sword spirit of the God of sorrow. And the fragments of the celestial artifact all over the sky also re melted the sword body. Even the spiritual power running route and nodes in it have been restored as before. The most important part is the spirit of the sword and its Tiandao mantra seal.

"The spirit of Zixiao sword has completely collapsed. It seems that it can't be repaired?" Hongling pondered, directly shattering the spirit of Zixiao sword and melting it into the spirit of sadness.

He will not see Zixiao's sword spirit disappear like this, at least to play its value. It is a good choice to integrate it into the God of sorrow. With the blessing of this sword spirit, the God of sorrow will reach an unprecedented height.

Boom! The huge sound was born in the mirror array. At this time, with the help of the ten powerful swords, the Emperor Ling was able to suppress the heaven. If Yan Huang Emperor's mirror had not devoured the dragon sword and the inheritance of the imperial dragon immortal Dynasty, I'm afraid that would not have been possible.

"Sure enough, only the way of heaven can suppress it!" The matchless son of the world sighed, more and more looking forward to the return of the God of sorrow. He carefully looked at the dark gold sword suspended in front of him, and then looked at the sword spirit almost condensed into essence, and nodded with satisfaction.With his hands clasped together, Hong Ling mobilized the flame on the mirror with his divine sense, and burned the God of sorrow and his sword spirit directly. He continued to play the mysterious hand, between the knuckles there is pure blood gushing out, bit by bit into the sword.

An indescribable edge rose from the dark gold sword of the God of sorrow. On the body of the sword, there are mysterious marks and totems burning. They twinkled and went out, sketching a dark golden five clawed dragon. The Taoist rhyme of the sky is constantly condensed from the void and swallowed by the sword.

Hongling sensed that the God of sorrow in the fire seemed to be condensing the curse seal of heaven and nodded with satisfaction. He constantly urged the flame to refine the sword. It was not until the rhyme of Tao created by heaven and earth was refined and refined that the seal of Tiandao mantra of the God of sorrow could be condensed into an outline. This makes the matchless son of the world a little surprised, he did not expect that the sword to promote the way of heaven needed to rhyme so majestic.

Qu Zhi printed a little on the curse of "merciless" in the way of heaven, and Hong Ling defeated it directly with her own destructive power. Seeing the vast Taoist rhyme gushing out from the broken mantra seal and being devoured by the God of sorrow, he smashed the Tiandao mantra imprint on the long sword of Beiming Shang family.

For a time, within the whole ten heavenly realms, the tides of heaven and Taoism were raging like sea tides. At this time, the God of sorrow, whistling in the flame, is constantly devouring and melting these Taoist rhymes, and imprinting the Tiandao mantra that it condenses.

Nine hours later, the tide of Daoyun between heaven and earth was finally swallowed up. In front of Hong Ling's body, the God of sorrow is also slowly converging. Its sword spirit seems to have reached the edge of transformation at this time, but it still fails to condense the curse seal of heaven. This made his highness some doubts and didn't know what to do.

He can feel that the power of this sword is far beyond that of Jia Louyan. Even, because of swallowing too many rhymes, it has been very close to the Yan Huang emperor mirror. As long as we can condense the seal of heaven's mantra, we can certainly keep pace with it.

"What's the problem?" Hongling put away the flame with some doubts, and slowly put away the mirror of Yan Huang emperor. At the moment of the mirror returning to the sea of God, he suddenly sensed that the God of sorrow was also following the movement, and he was directly immersed in his God sea.

It quickly rushed to Shenhai, which was originally occupied by the Yan Huang emperor mirror, and temporarily excluded the bronze mirror. Immediately, the body of the sword slowly inlays into the gap, and the whole body has a bright edge. In this moment, Hong Ling suddenly felt his own blood and vitality.

At this time, all his vitality poured into the crack of the God sea, even the law field and the power of the small world that he understood. Soon, a dark golden dragon with five claws appeared in the sea of Hongling, which was transformed into an adult again. In the middle of the shadow's eyebrows, there is a curse seal of the way of heaven, which is shining.

"Isn't this my destiny?" Hongling looked at the mirror of Yanhuang emperor with some doubts, and found that the appearance of the Dharma was the same as the spirit of the bronze mirror.

Hum! The God of sorrow is constantly humming in the sea of gods, which produces a huge sword like storm, and slowly integrates the newly bred destiny and Dharma into itself. In a flash, the curse seal of heaven that this sword was supposed to give birth to was actually directly shaped. It is as like as two peas of Hongling and the magic of the Emperor Yan, and they are all the magic words of heaven.

"This..." Hongling was a little surprised. He thought that the God of sorrow would form other incantation seals, but he finally chose the one he condensed.

"Yan Huang Emperor's mirror has now got rid of the essence of magic tools and become an organ similar to the eye of heaven in my God sea. However, the God of sorrow still maintains the essence of the sword and possesses the body of magic weapons. In this way, Yanhuang can be used as my source of strength, and the God of mercy can be used as a magic weapon to attack. Both of them, one inside and one outside, one defense and one attack, just make up for all the short boards! "

Hongling pondered, sensing the sad sword which gradually gave up his position and let Yan Huang return to his position, nodded with satisfaction. Now he finally took back the God of sorrow and successfully promoted it to the same level as Yanhuang. In this way, it will be much more convenient to do things in the future. At least, those who can tell him what to do will be eliminated.

In the stars, a storm of unspeakable terror aura is raging. Hongling sea in the two major celestial artifacts, greedily devour the pure spiritual power from the starry sky. They have raised the peak of their reserve of power to an indescribable height.

Nine days have passed since the psychic storm subsided. During these nine days, Bai Su stood at the edge of the gap, smashing all the divinity that was trying to explore. When Hongling walked down the starry sky again, she slowly gathered up her strength.

Many people look at the young patriarch of the star sword clan in white clothes, and their eyes are full of fine light. No one has ever thought that such a young monster has the ability to kill jialouyan. However, many people are still skeptical about whether he killed him or not. Because there are rumors that the Tianting forces behind Hongling once warned the old prince of the Shang family.

So, is the death of the emperor in Yulong Xian Dynasty secretly wiped out by the friars of heaven? And what happened in that huge gap? What is the secret of this matchless son who has not been known? Many friars secretly speculated, but they did not dare to test at will.

Jialouyan's death is a profound warning to many people. Even today's Yulong Xianchao has declared that the death of the Xianhuang was caused by misunderstanding. Many people smell a trace of unusual charm from it, perhaps, Yulong Xianchao is also afraid."Star color, I am really more and more curious!" Shi LAN looked at her close friend in the boudoir and said in a soft voice: "what terrible power does your younger brother have behind him that he can let Yulong Xianchao give up revenge for jialouyan directly. What's more, even his lost sword of chopping the dragon and inheriting the seal of heaven's curse are afraid to recover it! "

"I don't know!" Xingcai shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "my cheap younger martial brother is always mysterious. Who knows what kind of monster he is and what terrible background he has

Bai Su looks at the space gap that gradually collapses, look some complex. She looked at the side of the clouds and breeze of Hong Ling, want to stop. Seeing that the matchless son showed a look of doubt, she bit her teeth and seemed to have made a lot of determination.

"Hongling, a while ago, I sensed that there was a strong ghost in the fairyland. Moreover, three days ago, there was news that the coffin of the underworld God had reappeared. Yesterday, ghosts and gods went on a night trip and appeared in the heaven demon immortal region

"Well? It is destiny. When the sword of the God of sorrow came back to my hand, was the coffin of the underworld born? " Hong Ling pondered for a while, then sighed again: "so we must go to the heaven demon immortal region as soon as possible!"

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