gate of eternity

Terrible killing intent.

The raging demon.

Every inch of the dark sky and earth was covered with black ice.

How can this be so?

Everyone is asking.

Ji Hen's energy and true essence had been exhausted, and he was still injured so badly that he recovered.

And Ji Hen's state.

Is that a forbidden technique?Why can't they suppress their palpitations.

"The advent of what love is."

Luna murmured, not knowing whether to sigh or be shocked.

The extreme state is very domineering, it is the most extreme sublimation of oneself, in a certain sense, it has transcended a certain order and rules. In her memory, she has never seen a mortal in such a state.

Zhao Yun was the first.

If this is also a sign, then he is a mythical milestone.

"Counterattack."

After being in a trance, Moon God raised his sword again.

God's Blessing and Ninth World's Blessing were also brilliant. Zhao Yun opened the Extreme Realm, and they also received the blessing of the dark power. They were defeated all the way before, and this time, they beat back the curse of God all the way.

Zhao Yun got up and put Chu Wushuang into the ice coffin.

There is also the blood-stained bodhi flower, which also sank into the Lord of the Rings.

"You and I will be buried with her."

His words seemed to be pronounced by the gods, majestic, cold, and silent. When they fell on people's ears, they were like eternal thunder, which made their souls tremble terribly.

He is not a demon, but more demonic than a demon.

His demonic evil came from nowhere, but it was like a vast ocean, rolling in and out.

"No matter how strong he is, there is only one person." The blood-clothed saint son snorted coldly.

These words won the hearts of everyone, they all stabilized their figures, and their momentum surged.

kill!

All the enemies shouted loudly, and they all launched an attack.

Can't delay any longer, today, Ji Hen must be wiped out.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.

No one left their hands, and they all sacrificed the peak strike. The light of the sword, the light of the sword, the shadow of the fist, and the palm print... overwhelming, every sword light, every palm print, swept the power of extinction, and the blue-haired woman and The faces of the neutral people were all pale, and if nothing else happened, Ji Hen would be instantly turned into ashes.

boom!

Zhao Yun was overwhelmed by the frenzy of secret arts.

The ground trembled, and the smoke billowed.

"Not dead yet?" Wang Yang grinned grimly.

Not only him, the enemies are also laughing.

With so many people attacking, I don't believe they can't kill you.

Of course, they smiled and laughed, and stopped laughing.

The smile dissipated, and the expression on his face was shock and horror. Before the smoke cleared, he saw the rudimentary form of a person manifesting and walking out step by step. Perhaps his body was too heavy, and there was a thumping sound when he fell to the ground.

That's right, that's Zhao Yun, his eyes are like black holes, his hair is full of blood, and the raging demon is wreaking havoc, like an unrivaled demon god, holding a bloody sword, coming from the dark and ancient age.

"This...how is it possible." The Son of the Devil Mountain was terrified.

No one can believe it.

Both the enemies and the neutrals on the outside all have prominent eyes.

There are so many killing techniques, not to mention top-notch evildoers, even the fierce tiger demon king and the blue snake Shen Rong will be beaten to pieces!

However, Ji Hen of the First Layer of Dizang was not damaged.

The power of regeneration, so overbearing?

It is not accurate to say that there is no damage.

However, the scars and blood on Zhao Yun's body healed instantly.

This is the extreme state.

The most domineering state in the world, immortal and immortal.

Compared with the Extreme Realm, the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity is just a joke.

"Come again."

It was still the blood-clothed saint son, who let out a violent drink, sonorous and forceful.

Those present are also his favorite dancers.

After the words fell, all the evildoers collectively operated the secret method.

One call won't kill you, then call again.

Zheng!

What responded to them was a sword sound that pierced the soul.

It was Zhao Yun, like a ray of magic light, passing in front of the blood-clothed Son.

People passed by, and the head of the blood-clothed saint fell to the ground.

hiss!

Seeing it, the neutral people on the periphery gasped.

No one sees clearly.

No one saw clearly how Ji Hen made the move, only a magic light flashed across.

When it was over, the head of the blood-clothed Son rolled down.

How fast is this speed.

The enemies were even more shocked. They were relatively close and couldn't see clearly.

The most depressing one is the blood-clothed Son.

Although the head was removed, he still had consciousness for a few moments. After the head rolled down, he could still see his standing body and Ji Hen's demonic back.

He was seconded, but he didn't know how to be seconded.

For a moment he was depressed.

A moment left for him to regret.

Regret for jumping around too much, regret for provoking Ji Hen.

This is all right, I lost my life.

puff!puff!puff!

For a brief moment, the blood light exploded frequently in the crowd.

Zhao Yun started to kill, like a ray of magic light, flying among the shadows, wherever he went, someone would be killed, chopped alive, or his head fell to the ground, until the next person was killed, their remnants would be returned. Put that staggered, and before he fell down, he was swallowed by Zhao Yun's demon.

"One sword...one?"

The neutrality in the periphery is dumbfounded.

As strong as a blue-haired woman, they all looked stunned.

How strong is Ji Hen now.

You know, those are all evildoers, they are all the top talents of the young generation in various countries, either the young master of the family, or the holy son of the same line, all of them are in the Ksitigarbha realm, and their strength is not bad, but Ji Hen slashed one by one. Slashed into the gate of hell.

what...!

The screams and howls became one.

More people were killed, one sword at a time.

Zhao Yun, who rushed into the crowd, did not make any other movements, only raised his sword and dropped it.

Seen from a distance, he didn't look like he was killing an enemy, but chopping watermelons.

All the evildoers are watermelons.

Being approached by Zhao Yun, not to mention avoiding the defense, he didn't even have a chance to scream.

The scene is not only bloody, but also very cruel.

That was not a big war, that was a one-sided massacre.

Even the black magic mist was dyed scarlet.

"How can it be so strong?"

The Son of the Devil Mountain was full of fear, and retreated.

Back and forth, this guy turned around and fled.

"There is no way to heaven, no way to earth."

This is the first sentence Zhao Yun has said since he started the killing spree.

Before he finished speaking, he came to kill him like a ghost.

kill!

Huo, the Son of the Demon Mountain, turned around, swung the Demon Dragon Sword, and unleashed the Demon Dragon Sea. There was still a Demon Dragon roaring in the sea, which engulfed Zhao Yun in an instant.

But his demon dragon sea seemed not to be very useful tonight, it was swallowed by Zhao Yun's demon, and the demon dragon inside was also smashed into ashes.

"Nine Heavens Demon Dragon Slash."

The Holy Son of the Demon Mountain roared, and Ling Tian slashed down with his sword.

Zhao Yun didn't look, he didn't dodge or dodge, and he had no defense, he let a sword split half of his body, and at the same moment, his blood flowed back into his body along the wound, and the split body also healed on the spot.

The Son of the Devil Mountain was shocked.

His shock was the last look he left in the world.

Because, Zhao Yun had arrived, and he cut off his head with a sword.

Before the body of the Devil Mountain Saint Son fell down, he had already walked by without even looking, his expression was neither joy nor worry, anger or hatred. As for the Devil Dragon Sword, it was swept away by his evil spirit and sank into the devil quit.

"That...is the Son of the Devil Mountain!"

The neutral people on the periphery all swallowed their saliva.

The Holy Son of One Bloodline, was just cut off by a sword like that?

After the Son of the Devil Mountain, there is the Son of the Devil Temple.

He is weaker than the Holy Son of the Devil Mountain, and has escaped more than ten feet away.

"You...can you go?" Zhao Yun said calmly.

"I'll fight with you." The Holy Son of the Demon Palace roared, the broken basalt black magic armor wrapped his whole body, mobilizing his true essence as much as possible, revived the secret pattern engraved on the magic armor, and tried his best to strengthen his defense.

Unfortunately, not enough to see.

Zhao Yun split the black magic armor with a sword.

The spectators were terrified, it was the Xuanwu Black Demon Armor, personally refined by the Immortal Demon Monarch, even if it was broken, its defensive power was extremely domineering, and it was split open by a sword.

what....!

The Holy Son of the Demon Palace wailed shrilly, the black demon armor was broken, and half of his body was also chopped off. He stepped back step by step. A puddle of blood and mud.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, stepped on blood mud.

Zheng!