The wind howled, and a figure swept in front of Jing Jiu.The magma river was a little dark, but there was always a glimmer of light, not to mention that Jing Jiu's right hand was like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.It was a thin, middle-aged man, with green eyes and a cape, like a real beast, and the aura of evil was as thick as the night.This evil cultivator's strength is very strong, and he can cultivate in such a deep underground, and he is very famous in Cold Mountain.Jing Jiu glanced at him and confirmed that the other party's realm was higher than his own.Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not resistant to burning, it was hard.After a few moments, the magic weapon was burned out by his right hand again, and the evil cultivator's face showed heartache and anger, and he shouted: "Look for death!"
”With this loud shout, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hand suddenly became aura, and dozens of resentful spirits and yin spirits rushed towards his face, like moths.The temperature in the cavern suddenly cooled a few minutes, and even the lava river became even darker.Those resentful spirits and yin spirits are formless and insubstantial, and they can directly attack the cultivator's Dao Heart Primordial Infant, which is the most tricky for the righteous path cultivator.This evil cultivator spent more than a hundred years collecting thousands of resentful souls and yin spirits under the Soul Gathering Valley before refining the natal magic weapon into a real magic weapon.Jing Jiu directly took this magic weapon in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, he was indeed looking for death.Those resentful spirits and yin spirits fell on his face like gusts of wind, but they crashed into the cliff, and instead of seeping in, they scattered in all directions.Jing Jiu was not prepared to let these resentful spirits and yin spirits disperse, and a bright sword light appeared in his eyes.With a soft sound, those resentful spirits and yin spirits wailed continuously, turning into countless fragments and falling to the ground.What came out of his eyes was not a real sword light, but an incomparably pure sword intent, the more formless and insubstantial things were, the easier it was to be cut off.There were only dozens of resentful souls and yin spirits that were smashed, and although the evil cultivator was surprised by Jing Jiu's fierce sword intent, he didn't care, snorted coldly, and prepared to continue attacking.Where would Jing Jiu give him this kind of opportunity, dozens of sword intents emanated from his fingers, slashed around the magic weapon, and then turned his palm over, and he took the magic weapon in.The evil cultivator's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon, and he couldn't help but be extremely shocked, thinking to himself that the other party had cut off the divine sense connection between himself and the natal magic weapon?
But how is this possible!
Even the sharpest sword in the world can't do it!
The divine connection between the cultivator and the Dharma Weapon is an invisible connection with cause and effect, which takes a long time to be worn out, and it is difficult to be cut off in such a short period of time, neither the Universe Blade nor Jing Jiu's right hand before it was injured can do it.In fact, Jing Jiu didn't cut off that line with his sword or sword intent, he just let the sword intent temporarily entangle those lines, and then sent that magic weapon somewhere else.That place is really something else.Not here.Not in Cold Mountain.Not even in the Chaotian Continent.In some distant, cold dark space, there are several black boxes and a bamboo reclining chair floating.There is a snow-white beetle squatting on the bamboo recliner, which is the special headdress of the white ghost lord of Qingshan Town-chilling cicada.The cicada lay on the bamboo chair, looking at the fireball in the distance, which was bigger than the stars and smaller than the sun, and wondered what it was.Suddenly, a blood-colored magic weapon appeared in front of its eyes, blocking the fireball in the distance, exuding a dark and terrifying aura.Curiously, it stretched out its thin foot and played with it slightly.The resentful spirit in that magic weapon let out a silent roar of terror and pounced on it.The cicada was startled, rolled from a high place to the chair, and quickly lay down and pretended to be dead, and the armor on the abdomen quickly rubbed a few times, releasing something.The preparations it had made were a bit redundant, because those resentful spirits could not get close to it at all, and as soon as they left the surface of the magic weapon, they were dissolved into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.Those resentful souls who had not yet escaped were frightened by the deepest part of their instincts, and they dared to come out and squeeze desperately into the deepest part of the magic weapon.The cicada waited for a while, found that there was nothing wrong, turned over with some awkward movements, climbed along the armrest of the bamboo recliner to the back of the chair, looked at the resentful soul yin spirit surging like a tide in the magic weapon, and thought to himself, what is this?
………… That evil cultivator had a profound realm and extraordinary insight, and he quickly figured out that the other party had not cut off his connection with the natal magic weapon, but had sent the magic weapon to a place where his divine consciousness could not reach.According to the perception of the cultivation world, there is only one place that is close in front of you but far away in the sky, and that is the small space opened up by the space magic weapon.Who is this person who can possess such a rare magic weapon as a space magic weapon?
The evil cultivator suppressed the shock in his heart, calculated Jing Jiu's identity, and wondered if this person was an elder of a famous family?
Zen Buddhism is the best at mustard seeds, but he doesn't think that Jing Jiu is a great virtue of Zen Buddhism, the reason is very simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he doesn't think that Jing Jiu is the descendant of Guocheng Temple.Jing Jiu's body moved slightly, and he went dozens of zhang away, as if he was about to leave with a magic weapon.In normal times, in the face of such a famous and decent master, even if the realm is obviously inferior to himself, he will let the other party go, but at this time, his natal magic weapon is still in the hands of the other party, and if he can take away that space magic weapon, not to mention a decent master, even if it is an elder of the Xuanyin Sect, he will try to kill it!
The yin wind suddenly rose, and the evil cultivator turned into a cloud of black smoke and roared towards Jing Jiu.Jing Jiu's clothes fluttered lightly, lightly tapped the surface of the magma river, and swept into the distance, as if he wanted to use the high temperature of the magma to stop the pursuit of the evil cultivator.The evil cultivator sneered silently, thinking that he had lived beside the underground fire river for more than a hundred years, and it was really wishful thinking to use this method to deal with him, and his mind turned slightly, so he opened the formation hidden around the cave.With a bang, the cliff wall above the cave suddenly collapsed, crushing Jing Jiu into the magma river!
The magma river looked dim, but in fact, the temperature was not high, and I only heard a snort, and a flame formed where Jing Jiu disappeared.It is strange to say, how could Jing Jiu, who had cultivated the Nether Immortal Sword, be so slow, and why didn't he just break the ground with his right hand like before?
The cultivator swept to the bank of the magma river, looking at the flames that were gradually disappearing, his face was not happy, but a little worried.He didn't worry that killing this person would attract the revenge of those decent people, this was a cold mountain, more than ten miles deep underground, who knew that he killed the person?
The key question is that the person was swallowed by the blazing magma, and there must be no bones left, and if that spatial magic weapon is also damaged, what will be done?
The cultivator waved his sleeves, and an invisible force was born in the air, splitting the magma river through 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 being stabbed through a wound, and blood gushed out violently.Countless hot and deadly lava spewed towards the evil cultivator, looking like a terrifying waterfall of fire.The evil cultivator has been hiding on the bank of the magma river for more than a hundred years, so naturally he will not be burned to death so easily, his expression is solemn, and he sacrifices another magic weapon.The hot red magma was blocked in front of him, looking like a red jade wall.The red jade wall was translucent, and a black figure suddenly appeared inside!
Jing Jiu broke through the wall, carrying countless rays of magma and infinite light, and rushed towards the evil cultivator.A flash of surprise and murderous intent flashed in the evil cultivator's eyes, and he roared, and his hands slapped Jing Jiu's head with gloomy cold black smoke.There were two soft snaps, and the two hands of the evil cultivator were grabbed by Jing Jiu with extreme accuracy.Jing Jiu's shot is a sword.Even if his current realm is not enough, it is difficult for the Chaotian Continent to find a few people who are faster and more accurate than him in the sword.The evil cultivator felt an extremely clear pain coming from his wrist!
Jing Jiu was holding his wrist.A visible wound appeared on his wrist, bleeding outward.Especially the left hand that was held by Jing Jiu's right hand, Sen Ran's white bones could already be seen, and it was about to be broken.The evil cultivator's eyes were full of shock and bewilderment, but he still didn't think he would die.In his opinion, Jing Jiu's realm cultivation was far inferior to his own, even if he had a magic weapon that could avoid fire, what could he do?
He endured the sharp pain in his wrist, stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and shouted, "Go ......"
With this loud shout, more eerie and cold black smoke emitted from his hand, and he was about to devour Jing Jiu.Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly!
The black smoke has dissipated without a trace!
Porphyry with a soft sound.A sword blade suddenly appeared in the evil cultivator's throat.Even though the sword was stained with blood, it still gave people a feeling of loneliness and coldness.Jing Jiu looked at the evil cultivator quietly, without any expression on his face.The evil cultivator's expression did not change, and at this time, he still thought that he would not lose.With a rare opportunity to make a move, he actually pierced his throat with a sword, did he think that he could kill a real cultivation powerhouse in this way?
Do you think it's a mortal fight?
It seems that this person should be an elder of a major sect who has been in retreat for many years, rarely travels in the world, and it is difficult to come out once, with extremely precious space magic weapons and fire avoidance beads and other things on his body, and the realm of the body is not weak, but he has no experience in fighting at all, so he should really die.Thinking about these things, the cultivator opened his mouth to spit out the demon baby.The other party was right in front of his eyes.The Demon Infant can easily enter the opponent's body and devour the opponent's Yuan Infant or Sword Ghost.But the next moment he realized that something was 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 sensations in his body.………… If it was just a sword piercing the throat, it was indeed not a fatal injury to the cultivator.The problem is that the sword is wide, wide enough to sit on it without feeling a bad ass.The sword is even wide enough to seat two people, and if those two people have a free time, they can play a game of chess on it......
Cosmic Edge is one such sword.Although this sword was knocked down a lot of iron dirt by the Qilin in Guocheng Temple, and its size is no longer as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it is still very wide.At least a lot wider than a person's neck.So when we say that the cosmic edge pierces a person's throat, we are often saying that it has cut off that person's head.At this time, the cosmic blade was inserted into the neck of the evil cultivator, and the sword surface was completely isolated from the head and body, which really didn't look like a flying sword, but more like the kind of big iron piece that cut off the human body during folk tricks.The evil cultivator's head fell to the ground, his face still carrying a look of horror and confusion, and his body also fell.The ground was lava pouring ashore, exuding a suffocating heat.No matter how powerful a cultivator is, as long as it is not a big thing in the Heavenly Realm, it will be difficult for him to survive in the magma, after all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu.But he didn't stop, who knows if this evil cultivator has been hiding on the banks of the magma river for many years, and has learned any means to deal with magma.The cosmic front slashed down again, and at the same time, his right hand was separated by a void point, and the sword intent crisscrossed the underground cavern.Before the cultivator's head and body could hit the ground, they were cut into countless pieces.No matter what the demon baby, the magic wheel, and the demon fetus, they all turned into pieces, and then they were flicked by Jing Jiu's sleeves and sent into the slowly flowing magma river.Hundreds of tiny flames sprouted on the surface of the lava river.()