Chapter 144: The Sword Comes Out of Your Death Monthly Pass)
Captured by the sword intent, Dou Lingzhen's heart almost stopped beating for an instant, and he was extremely frightened. His whole body felt cold and frozen.
It wasn't until the gray-white sword pierced his eyes that Dou Lingzhen's eyes regained a little focus. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood and qi in his body were boiling, as if burning with flames, and the chill was gone.
Drive it out. Anger surges like a volcano erupting!
"What a sneaky thing, Taiji Dinghuandao, go to hell!"
The sword energy exploded and filled the cave. A total of 300,000 kilograms of force was concentrated on the sword. As soon as I stepped forward, the entire hole shook. Countless sand fell again, as if it collapsed.
soon.
This sword swing is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks! The entire four feet is filled with earthy yellow aura.
No matter what kind of evil magic he uses or what kind of sword intent he has, he is confident that he can cut it into pieces with force!
But all I saw was Zong Shou's figure, which seemed to be insubstantial, approaching like a ghost. When a sword was thrust out, it was as if it was thrust out of the netherworld, and did not exist in this world.
A 'ding' sound struck the seven-ringed giant sword in his hand, and sparks exploded. The sword, which was as high as a second-level spiritual soldier, actually broke open a huge gap, and Dou Lingzhen only felt that his own strength was also
It seemed that everything was out of control. The blade faltered and swung, and it was slashed to the side without his control.
The figure of the half-demon boy looked like a tree and sighed: "Didn't you already know my identity? As for this swordsmanship, call me Styx to die——"
"The Death Sword of Styx?"
The Dou Lingzhen expression was startled, and then he burst into laughter, extremely crazy. The River Styx was dead, and it was indeed the intersection of the River Styx, and the sword came out to kill him!
When this young man used this sword technique, he was destined to die.
It's just that he is unwilling to accept it. There are countless beauties and fine wines waiting for him to enjoy in the Fenghua City. With this second-level spiritual stone vein, even if he can only get 20% of the output, it will be enough to support him in recruiting troops and expanding his army to conquer the world.
Why do you want to find such a monster? Yunxia Mountain is also harmful to people. With the swordsmanship of this prince, more than ten years later, who else in Yunlu in the east can match it? Isn't it better than Zong Weiran?
More terrifying?
Even if he didn't meet him this time, he would probably die by this man's sword when he took action in a few days.
It felt like the last trace of life and the last strength were leaving the body. Dou Lingzhen took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head and cursed.
"God, you are so fucking deceptive! You deliberately want me to die in the hands of this monster, I****——"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Dou Lingzhen. Although he hated and despised this person, he also felt a bit resentful about this God's will. Listening to Dou Lingzhen's curses, he felt quite a bit
A feeling of comfort.
Suddenly startled, Zong Shou turned his head suddenly and saw that Chu Xue behind him had opened his eyes. He was staring blankly at the scene in front of him. He looked at the corpses in front of him, decaying, withering, and finally turning into
The sand and dust collapsed suddenly. When looking at Zong Shou, there was both disbelief and fear in his eyes.
Zong Shou gave a wry smile. This girl couldn't hold it back. He knew that the impact of this situation on people's hearts was too great. Even Chuxue, who had experienced bloodshed and killings, could not bear it.
He looked at his hand again, and saw that the gray air had long since dissipated. The cold power around him had also retreated a few breaths ago.
However, his hands were still pale. Although the death energy had not entered his body, it still had an impact on his body.
If you look carefully, you can see that the skin has aged to the point where it is close to middle age. Fortunately, it is already peeling off at this moment. It is estimated that it will recover in three days.
This is the price of using the Styx Death Sword. With his current level of cultivation, every half-quarter of an hour he uses it will reduce his lifespan by one month.
The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the gathered dark power and death energy, and the more life is consumed. Even the Heavenly Martial Sect, which can live for thousands of years, cannot bear it.
But these are minor, and the real price is not here. Whenever he uses the Heart Art of the Styx Death Sword, his feelings will become indifferent. The more he accumulates, the more he will become completely devoid of all seven emotions.
people.
What Chu Xue said makes sense, things are not good or bad in themselves, if they are used for good, they will be good, and if they are used for evil, they will be evil.
But if the attack method itself can affect a person's temperament, it will only be a tragedy. This is the essence of magic and sorcery——
In his previous life, it took him a long time to regain his normal emotions.
This set of sword techniques will harm Tianhe——
If possible, he would never want to use it in his whole life, let alone Chuxue, seeing him look like a human but not a human, charming but not charming.
With a sigh, Zong Shou put away the Thunder Tooth Sword again. At this moment, Xiao Jin seemed to be affected by the death energy, and his whole body was frozen.
Zong Shou was busy injecting Qi to warm up Xiao Jin's body. Then Chu Xue said with eyes full of ecstasy and admiration: "Master, when you have white hair, you are so handsome and cool!"
Chu Xue learned the word "cool" from Zong Shou, and she didn't know what it meant. But at this moment, she could only think of these two words to describe her young master.
Just when I was thinking about that white hair, it would be best if it came back unchanged. I saw Zong Shou's hair. It had started from the bun, and in the blink of an eye, it turned black again.
Zong Shou couldn't laugh or cry, and snorted coldly. He looked at the demon slaves again, and his expression turned cold again.
The girl from the Moli Tribe had long since lost her life. She had been drained of all her essence by the Ming Jue, and she could only last a few breaths.
The situation of the others was equally horrifying, with little bloody bugs emerging from their mouths, noses, and ears.
What's even more depressing is that these people have almost no feeling about it.
Zong Shou's heart sank slightly and became cold. This was the method of the Demon Flag Sect. He shouldn't have had any hope in return.
The only thing I can think of is to get these people out of trouble as soon as possible.