Chapter 2980： Standing Dead Mountain (Eleventh more)

The first white coat died, the second, the third.

Qin Xuan moved one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, transformed into one hundred thousand, and fought fiercely against this endless creature.

On the seventh hour, Qin Xuan was transformed into one hundred thousand, and died down to a thousand.

At the twelfth hour, the incarnation died away, over ten thousand.

At the twentieth hour, the incarnation died, over fifty thousand.

At the thirty-second hour, Qin Xuan's face was pale, and his emperor thought was almost exhausted, and he had to use his dili power to transform his emperor thought to make up for the consumption.

The remaining incarnations are almost few, if not for the power of the world, they are still strong, I am afraid that he has done his best.

The creatures he beheaded were even more unknown. The corpses were piled up with corpses, like mountains and corpses.

Millions, tens of millions, billions, billions, tens of billions...

Even Qin Xuan didn't know how many creatures fell under his incarnation.

Every creature fell, in his eyes, it was like wind passing, like dust flying.

After three more hours, the last incarnation was completely destroyed in this world.

The endless creatures climbed over the corpse mountain and killed Xiang Qin Xuan as before.

Qin Xuan was in the air, his face pale, but his eyes were still lofty, looking at the gathering creatures.

These creatures came under him, and suddenly, a creature suddenly jumped up, and a weapon cut at him.

This blow was not strong, that is, Jin Xian's full blow, for his Qin Changqing, he could not even break his defense.

Qin Xuan's Dili shook slightly and shook the creature into blood mist.

However, at this moment, below, the many creatures leaped towards Qin Xuan like locusts.

Every attack was not enough to hurt him. Qin Xuan hadn't even done anything. Dili was constantly shaking, shattering the bodies of these creatures and falling on the ground.

Qin Xuan's face was never relaxed.

Even if each of these creatures consumes one billionth of his Dili, the stack of endless creatures will eventually exhaust his Dili.

Qin Xuan seemed to have seen the result. Behind him, Canjin Dili turned into clouds and mist.

boom!

An angry face is long-lived, suddenly rises, ten arms an angry face, shaking out the leaping creatures around.

At the same time, a big clock appeared in Qin Xuan's palm.

Longevity Burial Bell!

Buzzing...

The bell rings, resounding through the world, and annihilates millions and tens of millions of creatures.

With the sound of the bell dissipating, the corpses of Qin Xuan almost completely buried the earth.

The Eternal Sword, at this moment, also fell in Qin Xuan's palm. He had never moved Dili, nor had he moved the Dao God Rule.

"Ants feed on elephants, but that's all!"

Qin Xuan whispered, he looked at the endless creatures, the sword in his hand, slowly coming out.

The sword was like a shadow, swift to the extreme, and cut off the heads of hundreds of creatures in an instant.

A faint light flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes.

This sword is not fast enough!

He moved another sword, and this sword seemed to be a point faster than before.

He seemed to be practicing swords with these millions of creatures. In his mind, endless swordsmanship, sword styles, and kendo flashed in his mind.

One sword, another sword, Qin Xuanruo tirelessly, from the very beginning, his heart was fast, strong, and eye disease. In the end, he almost forgot these and fell into a certain instinct.

After three and a half hours, Qin Xuan's physical strength was almost exhausted, Qin Xuan shook his wings, and Dili turned into billowing essence and rushed into his body.

For about a hundred breaths, Qin Xuan held the sword and fell from the air. His body was almost one with the sword. Every sword was almost to the extreme. Every sword had torn a vital part of the figure, even with the power of heaven and earth. Faintly gathered to Qin Xuan.

It seems that the world is helping him.

The sword is like blending with the heaven and the earth, the wind is like guarding the body's growth rate, and the eyes are like judging the speed of many creatures moving troops.

That person, in this sea of ​​endless creatures, is slaughtering and killing, and is also sharpening his swordsmanship. It seems to blend with this world, and it seems to control this world to help...

The Tomb of the Hundred Kings is 300,000 miles away from Qin Xuan.

Yun Li stood quietly in front of a figure sitting in a cross.

"The **** king of the silver blood clan, the seventh emperor realm!"

Yun Li whispered, "Is it pierced by my sword? It's been too long, forgotten!"

She has books and pens in her hands, recording something.

Her figure flickered, and immediately appeared in another place.

"The **** king of the Celestial Clan should be one of the three strongest tribes in the ten thousand clan." She looked at a burly figure and saw the severed head, which fell into the distance like a gravel." Did I break my head?"

Yun Li sighed and wrote with a pen.

Her figure disappeared again, recording the cause of the fall of each god.

She was here, before hundreds of **** kings, and she recorded little by little.

Until, the last **** king, this is a man, standing in front of a palace, holding a double halberd in his hands, he is angry, glaring at the front of the palace.

This **** king was frozen in the immortal extreme ice and completely fell here.

Yun Li appeared in front of the **** king, her eyes showed a touch of sadness.

"It's a pity, you have the best relationship with me!"

Yun Li laughed in a low voice, "But I was killed here with a single finger hole."

She has no pens in her hand, it seems that she has already written down the death method of the **** king.

Yun Li quietly looked at this **** king, she slowly turned around and glanced at the palace.

"You guys shouldn't come!"

Suddenly, Yun Li's words seemed indifferent.

"Why come again, knowing that it's going to die!?"

"He has never been able to change, let alone wait!"

"Everyone is like this. Do you have to die by my hand?"

Yun Li faintly clenched a fist, she stared at the towering palace, and after a long time, she sighed.

"Go and see him!"

Yunli stepped on her foot and disappeared.

About half an hour later, Yun Li's figure appeared hundreds of miles away from Qin Xuan's.

She looked at the endless sea of ​​creatures, her face suddenly changed.

I saw a figure standing in the blood, underneath it was a mountain of tens of thousands of corpses.

The white clothes were ragged, and the emperor's blood was dripping continuously, pouring on the corpse mountain.

All around, the endless creatures, there are only thousands left, and they are no longer the endless.

Yun Li's pupils were shrinking, and no one knew what Qin Xuan was doing better than her.

In the Era of Ten Thousand Races, 360 billion creatures served as an army, killing Wangtu. In this battlefield, she laid down the rules of death and transformed the bones of the outside into an army of undead.

Three hundred and sixty billion creatures are free and will only be attracted by vitality. As long as they are isolated from vitality, they will pass by, and they will never do anything.

She laid down this method, but wanted to cause some trouble for the **** king who entered the tomb of the hundred kings, and wanted to use this method to kill a **** king. Unless the **** king was so stupid that he couldn't see through the vitality, he could avoid the battle. One point, was abruptly consumed by the fallen soldiers of these ten thousand races.

Now, she saw a figure. In the tomb of the Hundred Kings, a corpse mountain of tens of thousands of feet was killed, killing hundreds of billions of creatures.

That person, kneeling on the ground corpse mountain, holding a sword, still did not fall.

Suddenly, in the end, the thousands of creatures leaped up, slashed towards the body.

Puff puff……

Sword shadows came out one after another, smashing through the thousands of creatures and collecting their swords.

The sword is on the waist, but it has not turned into a small pendant.

Qin Xuan held the sword and bowed his head. He stood quietly, and the world around him was terribly silent.

"Evergreen!"

After Yun Li recovered, he stepped forward and appeared beside Qin Xuan.

Suddenly, the Eternal Sword on Qin Xuan's waist disappeared in an instant, and a ray of sharpness slashed straight into Yunli's throat!