This rain also fell on the blood pool, splashing blood flowers.
The bloody rain fell on their bodies. Leng Feng and others were shocked and avoided the bloody rain.
"Back away!" Xianxu glanced at the void, then retreated towards the door of the void, gathering around the door of illusion.
The swordsman who lost his target roared crazily and waved the rusty sword.
This rain of blood fell on the bodies of those who marked the sword. Their figures were strangely still, and a pressure made them unable to move.
Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and looked at the hundreds of figures below and the sword-bearers crawling out around him. He put away the Qilin Sword, and the death aura filled the right hand, filled with fluctuations, and shot it away: "Understand killing, control the origin of killing.
, Evolve magical powers today, condense the body of killing! The killing aura of heaven and earth, gather together!" As Ye Shaohan's words echoed, the mark transformed from his original killing rules appeared again on Ye Shaohan's eyebrows, the killing mark.
Ding! Thousands of sword chants rose into the sky, and wisps of murderous intent poured out from all directions, gathering together.
Whether it was the Sword Inscription Master or Xianxu and others, there was also a wisp of murderous aura floating around them. These murderous auras merged into the blood-colored clouds and condensed into liquid droplets. Raindrops as big as beans fell in a downpour, forming a sheet of rain.
tomb.
In the rain curtain, the shadows of Ye Shaohan and the killing body became blurred.
This rain also drowned the sword bearers. The ferocious-looking sword bearers all calmed down in vain. Bathed in the rain, the murderous aura on their bodies gradually dissipated.
The rain fell on the rocks, making a ticking sound. In almost a few breaths, the entire ground was filled with blood-colored rainwater, covered by the dark wind, and ripples spread out.
The whole world was filled with murderous aura, but the murderous aura rushed towards Ye Shaohan's murderous body crazily.
Bathed in the majestic blood-colored rain, Ye Shaohan's white clothes remained unstained, and the falling rainwater melted into his body.
Ye Shaohan was several steps away from the body of killing. Ye Shaohan stared at the body of killing with a calm expression. He used the rules to control the killing and almost condensed the murderous aura in the entire Immortal Sword Tomb here.
The Tomb of the Immortal Sword buries hundreds of thousands of strong swordsmen from the past. The hands of these strong men are contaminated by countless creatures. Even if they die, the murderous aura they had during their lifetimes still remains in their bodies. Among the swords
And Ye Shaohan gathered this murderous intent. The majestic murderous intent had already exceeded Ye Shaohan's expectation, but this was the result Ye Shaohan wanted.
Only in this way can the killing body evolve successfully with 100% success.
The materialization of the killing body ends at the head. As the murderous aura pours out, the illusory head of the killing body gradually begins to materialize, and the aura of destroying the world fills the air.
This majestic heavy rain lasted for a long time, and the depressing atmosphere permeated the entire Immortal Sword Tomb. All those who inscribed the sword stood quietly in the rain.
At the moment when the killing body was completely materialized, the whole world trembled in vain, accompanied by thousands of sword chants.
"Control killing, control life and death!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. He raised his right hand, and the death aura filled the air, forming a dark ball of light. With his sword finger raised, Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and the rain curtain around him gave way.
Bang! Ye Shaohan's sword pointed at the right eye of the killing body, and the light ball formed by the death energy merged into it. A roar echoed in the killing body, and the aura surged.
At this moment, Xianxu and the others looked solemnly at the rain curtain, especially after feeling the terrifying aura, their faces became more solemn, and the aura was extremely bone-piercing.
Raindrops fell on his fingertips, Ye Shaohan raised his left hand, and its endless vitality spread out from the palm of his hand, and the vitality condensed into a ball of white light.
Just like before, Ye Shaohan raised his sword finger and landed on the left eye of the killing body again. As the light ball disappeared into it, the aura of the killing body surged again.
"Supernatural killing body!" Ye Shaohan shouted softly, echoing like the sound of heaven and earth. At the same time, the killing body with closed eyes opened its eyes in vain, the left eye was for life, the right eye was for death, and a line appeared between the eyebrows.
Killing Rules Mark.
The left eye is white and the right eye is black, and its cold and ruthless expression is filled with it. At the same time, the long hair of the killing body flutters, and the long hair like ink turns into silver like snow in an instant.
An astonishing aura filled the air from the body of Slaughter. This aura was the aura that destroyed all living beings in the world, the aura that destroyed heaven and earth, and the aura of killing.
Bang bang! The roar echoed, and the rain curtain shattered. The majestic heavy rain was still in the void, and finally turned into a stream of light, pouring into Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan's body was also filled with an aura of destruction of the world, and the aura of killing.
The smell is very similar.
"Kill!" Ye Shaohan stared at the killing body in front of him, with a hint of murderous intention in the corner of his mouth. This killing magical power finally evolved into a magical power.
Bang! The body of killing took a step forward, and its two figures gradually overlapped. Finally, the body of killing was completely integrated into Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan's aura also surged again. Without relying on the will of the moon god, his aura could be compared to the spirit.
Imperial realm.
After the rain dispersed, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in everyone's sight again.
There was deathly silence all around, and Xianxu and others felt the changes in Ye Shaohan again, especially the aura that destroyed the world, which was heart-stopping.
"Emperor!" Young Master Su whispered. The Ye Shaohan in front of him seemed to have walked out of the sea of blood from hell.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan turned around and his eyes came over! Bang! Young Master Su was shocked. Under the cold and ruthless gaze, he instinctively held his sword.
Ye Shaohan ignored everyone's expressions, closed his eyes slightly, turned around, and felt the changes brought about by the fusion of the killing body and the flesh, and his heaven-destroying aura also restrained somewhat.
Phew! Young Master Su An breathed a sigh of relief. It was really terrifying to be stared at by the emperor.
However, at this moment, in the dark void of the Immortal Sword Tomb, a bloody light emerged, filled with aura, and this aura made the world tremble in vain.
This bloody light came at a terrifying speed, and it landed here in the void where Ye Shaohan was.
Bloody light cut through the sky, but its aura was not limited to the entire Immortal Sword Tomb.
On a lonely mountain peak in the Level 3 Sword Tomb, Jiaozi raised his head and looked at the dark sky above his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
A trace of sword energy floated out from the blood-stained sword in the proud hand.
Dozens of warriors stood behind Jiao Zi. They also had a murderous aura coming out of them, and the murderous aura merged into the void strangely and dissipated.
"The Rule of Killing!" Jiaozi murmured softly: "The baptism of the Rule of Killing, Fifth Generation, is it you?"
The proud man closed his eyes slightly, and his endless murderous aura emerged around him in vain: "If you want to be baptized, then you have to be crazy!"
The sword finger was raised, and the pride's sword point fell into the void, and its endless murderous aura flowed out.
The murderous aura blended into the void and finally dissipated. After doing all this, a rare smile appeared at the corner of the proud man's mouth,
The fifth level of the Sword Tomb is a sea of fire, turning into a world of flames.
However, in this world of flames, its white snow fell and fell on the surrounding sea of fire.
Under the swirling snow, a slender figure walked on the sea of fire like a leisurely stroll in a garden. The surrounding flames retreated before the figure could touch it.
The flying snowflakes and flames coexist, making this scene particularly contradictory and natural.
Dozens of warriors followed closely behind this figure. The auras of these warriors were extremely fierce, and Luo Rui was among them.
Luo Rui frowned slightly, looking down at the palm of his hand, a blade oozing with cold light appeared.
With this exquisite blade, Luo Rui had killed countless creatures, and wisps of murderous aura emerged from the blade and blended into the surrounding void.
The other warriors did the same, they all stopped and saw the astonished look in each other's eyes.
The slender figure also stopped and raised his head. Snowflakes fell on the evil face and slid down gently. It was the prince.
"Killing!" The prince frowned slightly, and then relaxed his eyebrows, "There are only a handful of warriors in the world who have realized killing. The proud man has realized killing, and the five generations have also realized it!"
"The pride evolved the killing rule a few years ago. The baptism of this killing rule must not be the pride, the fifth generation!"
"Haha!" The prince closed his eyes slightly, and his terrifying soul power rolled out and merged into the world. After a few breaths, the prince opened his eyes: "Sword Tomb Level 2!"
"Fifdai, I look forward to meeting you!" The prince chuckled, and the prince also had a fierce murderous aura, which merged into the world: "Chess pieces full of variables should not exist!"
"Resonance of the rules, who can cause the resonance of the rules of heaven and earth!" Xuan Wuye, the master of the fifth-level sword tomb of the Moon Temple, sat in the sea of fire with a solemn expression.
Standing next to Xuan Wuye was Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple. Huang Pu stood up, looked at the sky, and murmured: "The rules of killing, how many people in the world do you think can control the rules of killing?"
"Fifth Generation, he also stepped into the Sword Tomb!" Xuan Wuye sounded slightly surprised, sighed slightly, and looked at Huang Pu with some confusion.
"Some persistence cannot be forgotten. If you have even forgotten the initial persistence, then is existence necessary?" Putting his hands behind his back, Huang Pu turned around and looked at Xuan Wuye, "Murong Yu has forgotten the initial persistence, Xuan
Wuye, what about you?"
"When we were young, even though we were frivolous, we also knew what things should be persisted in and what things should not be done!"
"But what is very sad is that the baptism of time has worn away the frivolity, and also erased that stupidity!" Seeing Xuan Wuye was silent for a long time, Huang Pu shook his head slightly, turned around, and his body was gradually swallowed up by the rising flames.
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"I just want to be crazy once in my limited life, instead of sticking to the rules!" Xuan Wuye whispered. He knew that from today on, he might be on the opposite side of Huang Pu like Murong Yu.