Chapter 128 Jump Kill!

The emperor's sword crossed in front of Zhao Qing, and the sword spirit went to Jinyang. The legendary sacred weapon is like a magic soldier, with only unparalleled sharpness. Nevertheless, the sword spirit that destroys the world is not something that ordinary people can resist. In the sky, the sword spirit was rampant, the thunder clouds fell into the sky, and the wind roared all the attacks went to Jinyang alone, and the spirit of killing overflowed.

"Kill..." Jin Yang's eyes were red, and he rose up and rushed to Zhao Qing, who looked down at him. Even if he died, he would die on the way to battle. Jinwu's blood was boiling, and a huge Jinwu rose behind him. In the dark, Jinwu's power enveloped Jinyang's body.

Between the roar of "Taisu's way, immortality" Taisu's heart meridian turned to the limit, and the condensed Taisu's gas in the yuan god turned into the source of life.

"The King's Immortal Death" "The Heavenly King!"

Jinyang was crazy, and the realm of immortal perfection was displayed. The rising body rushed to Zhao Qing, who sneered and calmly displayed his sword spirit. The ancient marks of the suzerain's sword were shaking and became hot in Jinyang's hands. Zhao Qing looked at the crazy Jinyang, with a tragic momentum, which made her solemn.

"Die! The humane emperor is born!" The tall virtual shadow came behind her, wearing an imperial robe, and the most noble five-clawed golden dragon surrounded her. The breath of the imperial road made people sincerely convinced. Wearing a golden crown, he is extremely grand, and there is a big sword on his waist. It is really an "emperor's sword", symbolizing his power.

Zhao Qing, who is entangled in the breath of the Silk Emperor's Road, is extremely powerful. The atmosphere of ancient times is bound to convince the promiscuous ministers and thieves, willing to bear the punishment of the supreme emperor of heaven and earth.

The thunder clouds in the sky also became extremely weak at this moment, and the bone-shaved wind did not have its original power. Many practitioners in the distance looked at the confrontation between the two, as if they had seen a trace of breath coming from the ancient gods.

Even Jinyang did not notice that his breath, which was running through the disaster with all his strength, was slowly changing, becoming a little sad in the illusory, like the god of war who suddenly returned to the world after countless years of reincarnation. Jinwu's breath was mixed with it, strengthening his grandeur.

"Kill!!!"

Zhao Qing's grand momentum, the emperor's exclusive respect made people suffocating. The strong golden light made Jinyang close his eyes, and the sword with his hands pierced Zhao Qing from afar. The slowly hot suzerain's sword, and the power in the dark soaked Jinyang.

Jinyang, who went against the current, was torn and pricked on Jinyang's body in the torrent of sword spirit, and the blood flew across, and the white bones were exposed. Baoguangyi's body has been exhausted under the heavenly disaster. The peak combat power obtained by burning Jinwu's blood, the immortal's perfect Jinyang pole sublimated and turned into a streamer to Zhao Qing.

"Kill you today!"

Zhao Qing, standing under the thunder cloud, went down to Jinyang with a hundred swords, and thousands of sword flowers stabbed Jinyang's body, taking away the breath of life.

The roaring sound kept coming out of the sky, and the vitality of a hundred miles began to collapse and disappear, and the silky cracks in the space were revealed. The moment of the close battle between the two was not real, and all kinds of mana impacted and were brilliant.

Time solidified at this moment, and Jinyang finally penetrated layers of sword spirit, and the patriarch's sword covered Zhao Qing's body.

"How can it be!" Zhao Qing paused word by word, and his eyes were full of inconcerableness. He looked down at the suzerain sword that passed through his chest. The hilt of the sword was against her strong chest, and blood overflowed and her red and snow-white clothes were dyed.

Jin Yang smiled miserably, and the gushing blood stained two people red, leaving only Sensen white bones. A tall skeleton pounced on Zhao Qing's body, and his hand bones still clenched the patriarch's sword.

The thunder clouds in the void stopped at this moment, dissipated, and the wind was no longer hanging. The hot eyes shone on their bodies. Many monks who watched in the distance were also shocked. They didn't expect that Jinyang could go to Zhao Qing, who hurt the immortal.

"Brother, they are all the best of the young generation!" The short-bearded brother who always stood in the wind said, and the old man with profound white beard also nodded.

Jinyang below still holds the suzerain's sword, looking at Zhao Qing, who was stunned and didn't even control the "Emperor's Sword", and smiled brightly: "I don't know who will kill the deer!"

"Real?" Zhao Qing came to his senses, and there was no joke in his eyes. He was dignified with invincible self-confidence. His spirit and will alone could fly to the sky.

The "Emperor's Sword" that pierced Jin Yang's body slowly pulled out and creaked on the white bone, leaving only a skeleton of Jinyang's breath of life that made people think he was dead.

"Dead?" Zhao Qing muttered to himself, and Jin Yang held the white bone palm of the patriarch's sword without any intention of relaxing. With a push, Jin Yang, who only had a skeleton, fell into the sky, and even the patriarch's sword was thrown away by her.

Once the disaster passed, the red glow spread all over the sky, and Jinwu, who had been running for a day, was about to fall. The afterglow fell on the mausoleum and rocks, reflecting its brokenness even more. The white bone fell into the rocks. Zhao Qing didn't even look at the "Zongzhu Sword". No matter how strange it was, it was not as sharp as the "Emperor's Sword" in Zhao Qing's eyes, which was part of her invincible confidence.

Zhao Qing looked at Jinyang's skeleton and had no words. The chest-through wound was only physical damage, which did not have much impact on her combat effectiveness. The heavenly figure fell, with fierce eyes. It was natural in her eyes that many monks did not dare to do things. The figure in white disappeared from the hole opened by the old black demons. The rocks stretched out on the wall of the cave, dark and bottomless.

The slowly falling Jinyang, the yuan god broke, and the moment when the fairy soul was broken.

"ming wang, the ruler of the underworld, wake up!"

The sound in the underworld keeps calling for this Jinyang's consciousness, the call from the depths of the underworld, deep and quiet, and ordinary people can't hear the voice from the unknown.

The rest of a trace of immortal will is about to fall into a deep sleep. He seemed to wake up in a dream and looked blankly at the square. There was a vast area around, in which endless dark air tossed, pure and transparent, shiny in the dark.

"What?" Jinyang asked unconsciously.

Like the incarnation of the underworld, there were bursts of praise from the underworld. The ancient war songs roared in it, and the wonderful battle between heaven and earth was dazzling. One by one, the pictures beat on the trace of consciousness of Jinyang, and Jinyang was a completely unconscious recipient.

"The son of the underworld, the ruler of the underworld, the underworld! Wake up, the eternal underworld needs you!" The sound from the depths of the underworld has been echoing for a long time in Jinyang's consciousness.

"Wake up?" Jin Yang muttered to himself, "The eternal underworld?"

The call of the underworld is only for a moment, and almost no one can feel this power beyond gods and demons. Jinyang Bai Sensen's bones are lined up on the broken mausoleum, like its burial.

Just as Jinyang kept asking himself, a dark air slowly rose from the skeleton, which was pure to the extreme, like the crystal in the depths of the underworld, with silky of divinity, which was the power obtained by Jinyang.

When the "Plude Immortal Death Kung" started to operate, Jinyang had long been trained into a fairy bone, and under the refining of the heavenly power of crossing the disaster to the sun, pure and flawless. Just as the "Puto's Immortal Kung" was running, the 30 ancient words inherited by the emperor shook and jumped into the rune of "Puto's Immortal Kung" in an instant, and a series of changes were slightly invisible.

"Hmm?!" Jin Yang snorted, his whole body was intact as before, and Jinwu's war blood was still flowing in his body, and the mana that had already exceeded 30,000 years ago flowed in his body.

"What's going on?!" His body rose for a month, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He couldn't even care about the sword of the suzerain who had changed his hand. He was in the broken wall, shaking a large area of dust.

"Where is the Wonshin?" Jin Yang roared, and his eyes fell on his body, full of explosive power, and the unprecedented strong breath of life made him feel like a different person. The most important thing is that without the yuan god, even the fairy soul disappears without a trace, leaving a mass of spiritual power in the sea.

"What the hell is going on?" Jinyang asked himself, and he can be sure that his cultivation has broken through the imprisonment of ordinary immortals and become a first-order immortal. He can also feel the luck of the vast world. He is also soaring to the sky, and everything is no different from ordinary people.

For a long time, Jinyang, who stood in the ruins of the mausoleum, slowly calmed down and recalled the constant voice of that moment, "Plu, the ruler of the underworld!"

"Is it possible that Pluto is immortal?" Jin Yang couldn't believe his speculation that the legendary Pluto was indeed the ruler of the underworld and managed the order of death. He really didn't hear that Pluto would die himself!

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