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In the air above the barren mountains, sharp Sword Qi s were wreaking havoc. One after another, tiny sword blade s transformed into a giant storm, crazily spinning as a wild and violent power of strangling filled the world.

In the middle of the sword blade storm, sparks flew and the sounds of gold iron clashing resounded. White imprints appeared on a blood-red tortoise shell that was filled with rune s and then disappeared. It was a cycle, as if this terrifying attack could not leave any traces.

Although the tortoise shell was indestructible, the rune on it was constantly flickering with light.

In a certain moment, the rune that was constantly flickering did not immediately become bright like before after it weakened at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Ling Yun who was instigating the sword intent to control the sword blade storm had his expression change, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes revealing a trace of surprise. That Gui Qi, is he at the end of the line?

He shook his head lightly in his heart. This Gui Qi wasn't that kind of person, and with his identity and strength, he definitely wouldn't be easy to kill.

Although the sword blade Storm was strong, it was only an attack comparable to Perfection of the Martial Monarch. Even though it seemed like this kind of strength could crush Gui Qi, since the opponent was a Son of God of the Sacred Grounds, he could not see an ordinary person's perspective on it.

Compared to rogue cultivators, their bloodlines were a lot less ruthless, but in terms of the treasures they had on them, they couldn't be compared to rogue cultivators. All kinds of methods were available to them.

After pondering for a bit, Ling Yun continued to instigate the sword blade storm.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a hoarse roar that sounded like an injured beast sounded. The sound waves rumbled and rippled like ripples.

The blood-red light on the tortoise shell faded, and a dense nebulous fog rose up, spreading out in all directions.

The sky in the relic was originally dark, and the appearance of this nebulous fog caused the sky to be dyed with a layer of black.

The nebulous fog churned, causing the barren mountains below to become dark and cold. An incomparably oppressive aura permeated the air, causing one to be unable to breathe.

A tall figure of a black nebulous fog slowly appeared beside the tortoise shell. With a roar, the nebulous fog rolled over and over, transforming into a set of black armor that tightly stuck onto its body.

"Dark Nether Spear!"

With a low growl, the nebulous fog clenched its hand into a fist and formed a dark black long spear that was filled with strange rune s.

"Is this the Dark Moon Palace's forbidden technique, the Yin God's technique? "He's really strong!" Ling Yun squinted his eyes slightly, thinking that it was such a pity, that the Son of God s of the Sacred Grounds were indeed not easy to kill, especially when their strength had reached the level of a Martial Monarch.

For example, the reason why Lan Yuyang fell so easily was because he was ambushed and ambushed by the Heaven devouring rat without any warning.

As for Su Xin, he was merely relying on his family's background to bestow him with a fake Son of God, and could not even be compared with the real Son of God.

Moreover, this was even in a place where Martial Sovereign was restricted and could not appear. If this was in the outside world, wanting to kill these heaven's pride experts would be even more difficult, no less difficult than killing a single one of their Martial Sovereign.

When the violent and sharp sword blade slashed at the Yin God's body, sparks flew as if they were chopping at metal. Numerous small wounds appeared, but no blood flowed out.

"Break!"

The Yin God roared towards the sky, his gaze filled with hatred staring straight at Ling Yun who was standing in mid air. With a loud roar, the terrifying nebulous fog surged, a berserk qigong rippled out like a dragon, the spear swept out, completely destroying the countless sword blade.