The green fire in the sky is faintly concentrating the heart, and the whispering is like a demonic sound, and the mind is not gathering when it is penetrated!

The moment the giant hand fell, a crack suddenly broke out in the sky, and the gap was transparent, like sky light. An indigo sword fell from the sky, as if there was a whisper of an immortal, which penetrated into the hearts of the people and shocked!

"Blue marks flash!"

The world suddenly became extremely small, and a loud shout seemed to have become all changes. The Qingyao Sword was so fast that it was beyond the reach of the naked eye. There seemed to be a blue thunder on the edge of the sword blade, and it slashed from the middle finger and ring finger of the evil giant's hand!

A green light and the faint green fire seemed to merge into one, and then separated in an instant. The evil giant hand seemed to roar shrillly. Although there was no sound, it made people feel creepy and uncomfortable all over. The "ticaca" sound made by the continuous friction of the bones is clearly audible.

The green fire drew two light arcs, and the giant hand was divided into two by the Qingyao Sword, and it fell to the ground from both sides. The monks on Duanheng Mountain made a surprise cry. I vaguely heard shouts on the nearby peaks, and they must have been places where monks gather.

"Qingyao Sword, Eight Wilderness Sword Art!"

Yang Yue's body trembled slightly, not sure whether it was because of the tremor of the sky and the earth or because of fear.

Leng Xiao's chest was fluctuating and his heart was beating very fast. He looked at Qingyao Sword: "The Eight Desolate Sword Art has only been opened twice since the Qinghen Sect started, but in an introductory trial, it has been opened the third and fourth consecutively!"

Leng Xiao felt indescribable in his heart. This time the Eight Desolate Sword Technique is even more powerful!

The crack in the sky seemed to be about to be closed, but there was a force always stopping it. The slurry that covered the entire sky suddenly poured down like rain!

Leng Xiao was shocked, and Yang Yue moved faster, bombarding the rock wall on one side, but a sag that could accommodate two people was blasted in three breaths.

The two of them immediately hid in, and the molten slung barely wiping against their backs. Every time they landed on the ground, there was a small depression on the ground. As the molten slung, the ground was actually sunk a little!

Before Leng Xiao and the others could breathe a sigh of relief, a shrill scream suddenly echoed all over the mountains and fields. Not everyone is so lucky!

A figure of a strong middle-aged man suddenly condensed in the sky, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was powerful without anger. He turned into a giant, holding the Qingyao Sword, and used a sword technique that seemed to have made a golden crescent moon out of thin air in the air!

I saw his sword energy swaying, and the crescent moon suddenly turned into powder. Wherever the golden powder fell, the miserable howling gradually turned into a slightly weak*.

Despite this, it is much better than before!

The slurry rain had already fallen, but it only lasted for a few breaths. However, after coming out of the cave, the entire mountain had become bare! It was a little shorter than white, as if it had been stripped of flesh and blood, leaving only a layer of dead bones!

There were many monks on the mountain falling to the ground, and the scalding on their faces and bodies were no longer in appearance!

Although the temperature of the slurry rain is far less than that of the slurry that has just surged from the ground, it is still not a qi training, and the foundation-building monk can withstand it!

Yang Yue looked up at the sky: "If the sect leader hadn't taken action in time, these people would have died."

Leng Xiao looked at the scorched earth all over the mountains, and even wisps of blue smoke, and suddenly asked, "Sect Master?"

Yang Yue paused and said after a few breaths: "The leader of Qinghen Sect, Bei Mingkun."

While the two of them were talking, there was a change in the slurry, and the originally calmly flowing slurry seemed to boil in an instant!

There seemed to be a sharp roar from the bottom of the magma, and the slurry slowly contracted a few points, and then a figure suddenly jumped up from it, flesh and blood!

Compared with Bei Mingkun’s incarnation, this person is as small as an ant, and even looks a little shorter than some tall ordinary people, as if he has been peeled off and has no face!

His body was wrapped in tendons, like bright red, like blue and purple, and even faintly wriggling like maggots, looking particularly hideous and terrifying!

Leng Xiao widened his eyes, Yang Yue said disgustingly, but Bei Mingkun in the sky was extremely shocked: "Faceless! Impossible, you can't be alive!"

The evil spirit, called faceless by Bei Mingkun, suddenly raised his head, and the face formed by the flesh tendons seemed to be really looking at Bei Mingkun, making a harsh sound like a cat's claws slashing the wall: "I said... I won't die..."

His voice was very dull, like a pool of stagnant water, without any sense of color, but he kept repeating a sentence: "I won't die...I won't die..."

"The faceless king, the immortal body... the nameless king, the immortal body!" Leng Xiao said in a daze and said softly.

Suddenly, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, biting it with extra force, blood flowing, and a strong pain stimulating the scalp. He woke up in an instant, looking at the faceless evil spirit with lingering fear.

"The faceless king, immortal body..."

A soft voice suddenly came from his ear, but it seemed particularly strange. It was Yang Yue!

Leng Xiao quickly called, but Yang Yue was indifferent at all, as if he was possessed by evil spirits. He only knew how to chant the eight words in his mouth. His hands subconsciously placed them on the Yang Yue's veil cap, hesitated for a moment, and opened the veil cap!

A beautiful face came into view, making Leng Xiao a little dazed for a moment. Yiren seemed to be born with a sense of indifference that would keep people from thousands of miles away, but at this moment she had a little more weakness that would arouse life.

"Don't look at it if you are not polite!" Since Yang Yue covered her face, she naturally didn't want people to see her face. Leng Xiao looked at her for no reason and her eyes turned to Yang Yue's eyes!

It is turbid and dark, as if it is covered with a thick fog!

Leng Xiao leaned forward without hesitation, slowly moved closer, stretched out his tongue to lick the gloom in her right eye. She suddenly trembled all over. Leng Xiao quickly stepped back and covered her with a veil.

Yang Yue suddenly twitched, her cheeks bulged, as if she was spitting out a breath of turbid air, a trace of blood slowly slid down the corners of her mouth, and her eyes gradually became clear.

Her first reaction was to touch the veil cap. Seeing that the veil cap was still wearing it, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She exclaimed, her right eye trembled and blinked twice, reached out and touched it lightly, with a few strands of blood vaguely lingering around her fingertips.

Yang Yue's mind was blank, and suddenly came to her senses. Seeing Leng Xiao's eyes were blank, she muttered to herself: "Facial King, Immortal Body..."

She stood up immediately, and a strong spiritual wave burst out from her hand, and she slapped Leng Xiao’s forehead with a palm!

Leng Xiao watched the palm approaching, and his body trembled slightly for some reason. The moment his palm touched his forehead, his trembling stopped and a mouthful of blood was spewing out...

I'm afraid... I've suffered internal injuries...

Leng Xiao's body shook and looked at Yang Yue with complicated eyes: "Thank you... Thank you Miss Yang Yue..."

Yang Yue's chest was undulating and she waved her hand gently: "No need to thank you, you were bewitched by the evil spirits and lost your will. This evil spirit is indeed terrible!"

A hint of palpitations floated into Yang Yue's heart. She had no idea when she was caught!

Beside her, Leng Xiao kept silent. It was better to be slapped with a slap, which was considered a frivolous price. He was afraid that Yang Yue would kill him with one sword when he knew the truth.

"What's wrong with the sect leader?" Yang Yue suddenly exclaimed.

Leng Xiao then came to his senses. Bei Mingkun transformed into a form and stood in mid-air, his eyes were confused and murmured to himself!

Qinghen Sect, Elders Hall.

The five dispersed monks were shocked and forced to give out a mouthful of blood, showing a look of shock when they looked at each other.

In the trial land, Wumeng suddenly smiled softly and sighed: "For more than a hundred years... you are still as weak..."

You...he fully knows how much help is behind Bei Mingkun!

Bei Mingkun roared, causing a storm, and waves rippled over the slurry.

He raised his sword flat, and the Qingyao sword suddenly buzzed. At the same time, Wuming suddenly whispered again: "Weak...weak..."

This time, Bei Mingkun's face was indifferent and indifferent. Leng Xiao supported the shaking Yang Yue. The two were fine. He suddenly looked back and saw a foundation-building monk standing on the ground with a confused look on his face, suddenly bursting, without any warning!

Leng Xiao's heart trembled. After the foundation-building monk died, he began to explode one after another!

Bei Mingkun shouted softly, and a flash of light emanated from the Qingyao sword!

A balance was created for a moment, and those monks no longer had death.

"Weak...weak..."

The faceless whisper gradually became normal volume, and then the tone began to become rapid and manic!

"Weak! Weak!"

Become crazy!

The slurry suddenly rolled in storm! A wave turned thousands of feet!

Leng Xiao and Yang Yue were already standing on the edge of the slurry, and they were the first to be hit! Yang Yue hurriedly grabbed Leng Xiao, and his steps were wrong, like a green phantom, moving a few miles away in an instant!

But there are still many monks standing on the edge, and after a wave, the bones remain...

Leng Xiao's heart trembled slightly, his eyes swept across the others, and a trace of struggle flashed. Should he go and wake them up?

Suddenly, a scattered starry light floated in the air, and it became a masterless thing for a moment. Yang Yue reacted faster than Leng Xiao. With a wave of his hand, he introduced the starry light into Leng Xiao’s bracelet and lit up two star dots again!

Leng Xiao didn't feel excited at all, but instead felt inexplicably repulsive and didn't want these star brilliances very much.

He was silent. In the sky, Bei Mingkun suddenly kept whispering, and his body instantly condensed and narrowed a little. Finally, it became the same size as the faceless!

Bei Mingkun's eyes could no longer see his eyes, only two balls of green light shrouded, giving people a feeling that it was a bit similar to the evil spirit.

He turned his body and rushed towards the Faceless Sword!

Faceless like a madman, he suddenly stepped back, and his whisper had turned into a roar!

"One sword is born, one sword is destroyed, and one sword turns into a green lotus!"

A touch of blue sword intent, carrying five completely different auras, blending with each other, endlessly slashing towards the faceless head!

On the faceless face without facial features, the eyes slowly sank, revealing two dark holes, and then... two faint green flames were ignited!

"Weak! You are too weak!"

He roared shrillly, and suddenly there were evil spirits rushing into the molten slurry. In an instant, his bones shattered, and dark green flames pounced on Wu's face, attaching to his whole body!

"Weak!"

He waved his palm suddenly, and his palm was like a knife!

Between heaven and earth, half clear, half destroyed, and one palm tear the heaven and earth!

Bei Mingkun's face changed suddenly and he flew backwards in an instant, and the Qingyao Sword came out of his hand!

Wumeng suddenly bullied himself, and his fingers turned into claws, and suddenly fell towards Bei Mingkun's heart!

The moment his claw fell, a blood-colored spirit bead appeared out of thin air in the palm of Wu Face. Wu Face's movements stagnated, and his whole body seemed to be sucked away. He quickly took a step back and looked at the person coming.

A gentleman with a gentleman's sleeves flew and a fan swayed gently. One person, one dog, and one spirit bead.

Bei Mingkun's expression changed slightly: "Red Blood Spirit Pearl... Red Eyes Pink, Lan Qianmu!"
Chapter completed!