As a result, Xiao Li saw that the third grandfather Xiao Tiankuang's body flashed and disappeared directly into the Demon King Pavilion.
Then, an old voice floated in the Demon King's Pavilion: "Third Grandpa has something to do, Li'er, in seven days, we can set off to the land of chaos."
Xiao Li: "..."
He really wanted to explain just now.
"Forget it." Xiao Li whispered.
"What's the matter? What's wrong?" The savage boy heard his whisper and asked him.
"In fact, nothing happened between Gui Lizi and me." Xiao Li said to him.
Savage boy: "..."
After hearing what Xiao Li said, Xiaoye became speechless.
That day in the desert of the small world, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two of them hugged each other tightly. This... is nothing happened?
You're a liar!
Seeing the savage boy's expression of complete disbelief, Xiao Li didn't want to explain any more.
There is still half a month left for the decisive battle with Yun Yimeng. Although he has become stronger, he still has to continue to get stronger.
That battle must be won!
Yun Yimeng must die!
After saying this, Xiao Li thought, "Zheng!" There was a sound of sword chanting, and a burst of silver-white sword light flashed.
In Xiao Li's hands, he already held a silver-white two-handed sword, which was the Dark Sword given by his third grandfather Xiao Tiankuang.
Now, the sword power of this underworld sword can be swallowed up again.
Xiao Li is confident that this time, he can absorb more sword power.
"Come!" He shouted in a deep voice, and the hands holding the Underworld Sword shook violently.
Immediately, a violent and violent sword force rushed out from the underworld sword and rushed towards Xiao Li's sword core.
"Uh!" Xiao Li's body trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
The next moment, he clenched his teeth and devoured it wildly!
…
In the dark ancient road, the young figure dripping with blood was still walking forward.
And along the way, he saw that this road was full of blood.
They all seemed to form a river of blood.
However, apart from this young figure, there are no other figures at all.
But if it were a person, he wouldn't be able to shed so much blood.
Yun Yimeng's face was full of ferocity and he stepped forward.
However, now he can only move forward in small steps.
The body was shaking more violently, and the whole person looked even more painful.
"Come! Come! Come!"
"Come on! Come on!"
"If there are any other ghosts, please die."
"I, Yun Yimeng, have no fear, I will destroy them all, haha, haha, hahahaha!"
As he spoke, Yun Yimeng, who was obviously in pain, started laughing.
"In the forbidden land of immortality, I, Yun Yimeng, must reach the end!"
"must!"
Two fists were clenched tightly.
At this moment, he looked more like a crazy beast.
…
"There is only half a month left for the battle between Xiao Li and Yun Yimeng!"
"Yes, it's a real battle of geniuses!"
…
People in the Dongxuan Territory are still talking about the battle between Xiao Li and Yun Yimeng.
Many people also started to go to the land of chaos and entered the battle of chaos, intending to watch the battle of Tianjiao with their own eyes.
Even in the chaotic land, the battle between Xiao Li and Yun Yimeng began to spread.
"Xiao Li! The Xiao Li who defeated all the geniuses in our chaotic land in a battle with Youluo Huangquan?"
"Yes, it should be! This time, he will have a battle with Yun Yimeng, the disciple of the Bupo Holy Emperor, in our chaotic place, Youluo Huangquan!"
"Not breaking the Holy Emperor's disciple Yun Yimeng?"
"Yun Yimeng! I have heard of this name before. This... is the proud son of the emperor in the entire Dongxuan Territory. Xiao Li is going to fight him?"
"Xiao Li!"
"Xiao Li!"
The original name of Xiao Li has long since faded away in the chaotic land.
But now, some people started talking about him again and again.
Anyone who has ever gone to Youluo Huangquan to watch the battle of Tianjiao can't help but think of that peerless young evil figure in their minds.
There was even a skinny old man in the chaotic land, sitting in a shop called the Ghost Fire Grocery Store. When he saw someone entering the Ghost Fire Grocery Store, he grinned slightly and showed a proud smile:
"Do you know who Xiao Li is? Oh, I, Old Man Ghost Fire, personally accompanied him to that battle between geniuses that day. We went through hardships together, fought side by side, and understood martial arts together. In the end, with our joint efforts,
Next, I won the first place in the battle of geniuses and entered the real secluded underworld."
He said so much, but he saw people in the shop still selecting goods, as if they were indifferent to his words.
The old man's skinny face frowned, "Forget it, they're just ordinary people. Even after telling them so much, they still don't understand."
After saying these words, Old Man Ghost Fire's frown slowly relaxed.
Look at these people shaking their heads gently.
In his mind, the figure of the young man could not help but appear.
Then he remembered that day in the Chaos Inn, that boy was full of delicious food, but he... was just a bowl of gruel.
…
"Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!"
"ah!"
In the guardian place, the Demon King's Pavilion, Xiao Li's roar could be heard constantly.
He was still devouring the sword power of the Underworld Sword extremely crazily.
The power of a spiritual sword!
The sword power of two spiritual swords!
Three handfuls!
Four handfuls!
By now, Xiao Li had devoured the sword power equivalent to four spiritual swords.
However, at this time, he still had no intention of stopping and was still devouring it crazily.
His whole face now looked extremely ferocious, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was possessed by a demon.
"Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!"
The more power the sword has, the stronger it becomes! Get stronger!
"It's almost... it's almost time to reach... the power of five... spiritual swords..."
Xiao Li's whole body was shaking violently, supporting himself, and his voice was also trembling.
"Jian... hold on! Keep swallowing. Keep going!"
"Five... five spiritual swords are powerful!"
"Continue!" He kept saying to himself, his whole body looking more and more painful, as if his whole body was about to collapse.
"It's almost done, stop." At this time, the man from the ancient world spoke up and reminded him.
"...Hold on for a little while longer, just a little longer." Xiao Li responded, although he felt that he had reached his limit.
"Okay, it's almost done, it's almost... alright... ah!" Xiao Li suddenly raised his head and shouted, his hands holding the underworld sword loosened, he really couldn't hold it anymore.
There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the silver-white Hades Sword fell to the ground.
"Bang!" Xiao Li threw his head back and fell, his back hitting the ground heavily.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Lying on the ground with arms and legs spread wide, breathing heavily...