Even the surrounding buildings have changed completely.

Become strange and weird.

His feet were trampled on the black and red ground, as if he was trampling on the rotten flesh and blood, a little sticky and scented, with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

Look around.

One after another, like a river formed by blood, winding and crisscrossing.

In the sky, clouds were cloudy and howling constantly.

Observe intently.

Suddenly, the clouds were all found to be essentially composed of various ghosts and ghosts. Roughly estimated that there were at least millions.

"Is this... a spiritual illusion space?" Heibai Xuanjian asked in a deep voice.

"It shouldn't be!" Yan Ri looked alert and carefully reminded him: "That sword should be no weaker than the legendary anti-scale sword."

"If I'm not mistaken, this place should be the sword spirit realm of that sword."

Just then.

Suddenly, a series of dull roars came from the sky.

Yan Ri and Xuan Jian hurriedly looked up and their pupils subconsciously contracted.

God, it's cracked!

A large and long narrow vertical eye hanging high above the sky, like the eye of the highest god, overlooking the vast crowd.

"careful……!"

In an instant, the sword energy of stars fell from the sky.
Chapter completed!