Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One The Sword of Destruction
That darkness already has color!
In this bloody scene, Nie Heng's eyes finally became clear. Between life and death, he mysteriously avoided the black sword shadow.
"call……"
Like a drowning person struggling to surface, Nie Heng let out a long breath, and then panted heavily.
His heavenly consciousness still cannot cover very far away, but now it can at least cover a range of about five feet away from him.
"Who is it?"
Just after taking a few breaths, Nie Heng frowned and his figure quickly retreated again.
It was that black sword, the tip of which was still pointed directly at his eyebrows, impartially!
Feeling the breath of death on the tip of the sword, Nie Heng almost instinctively kept flying back with the Earth-shrinking Technique.
A few breaths later, the voice sounded again: "The Shukuchi Technique? I didn't expect that you have a dragon clone, and you also master the Shukuchi Technique of the ancestral dragon lineage!"
Hearing this, Nie Heng, who was still in the darkness, asked: "Who are you?"
Although he asked almost the same question again, he was also thinking rapidly at the same time: "Scroll of Haotian"!
Everything happening now must be related to "Haotian Scroll"!
It was when he sacrificed this thing to try to resist the overlapping power of the four seasons that the entire dream path changed!
Moreover, the terrifying feeling of annihilation and blackening reminded Nie Heng of Taichu Yi, the monster who once bloodbathed the Ancestral Dragon's territory.
At the same time, Nie Heng was also thinking quickly about how to get out of trouble!
He sensed the presence of She Shiyun's essence and blood around him, as well as the essence and blood of sword swords, rice incense and catkins, and even the essence and blood of tens of thousands of snake clan warriors...
All this made him understand one thing: it was these blood essences that helped him wake up, otherwise he would have been completely destroyed!
"Have you forgotten who I am?"
The voice seemed to be a little disappointed, saying: "Actually, it's okay, after the silence, you will completely forget everything!"
Nirvana, Nirvana again!
Hearing this, Nie Heng asked: "Since I will be completely forgotten after death, why can you still remember me? No matter who you are, you will remember me after all, right?"
The voice fell silent for a while, and then said: "Yes... I can't forget you. Without you, how can I truly die? So... you die!"
Nirvana, come again?
The strong vigilance deep in Nie Heng's soul erupted again, and before any changes occurred around him, he once again performed the Shukuchi Technique.
really……
The black sword shadow came again, pointing directly at Nie Heng's eyebrows without any bias, and its speed was as fast as the Shukuchi Technique!
Nie Heng used the art of shrinking the earth again and again, regardless of objects!
The black sword shadow immediately caught up with Nie Heng again and again, no matter what!
The tip of the sword was always pointed directly at Nie Heng's eyebrows, and the distance was always an arm's length. It followed Nie Heng like a shadow, never far or near!
But if Nie Heng's spiritual power is consumed too quickly, his speed will slow down, and the sword shadow will definitely pierce Nie Heng's eyebrows and pass through his head...
…
Time continues to slip away, even though this is a strange black world, everything is still going on.
If Nie Heng wants to survive, he must continue to use the technique of shrinking the earth.
Because the power contained in the shadow of the sword was too powerful, Nie Heng believed that even at the peak of his previous life, he still did not have enough confidence to compete with this sword.
In his opinion, this sword is not a sword at all, but more like a collapse of heaven that can destroy countless continents in an instant and wipe out billions of living beings!
Under the collapse of heaven, no one can survive!
Therefore, Nie Heng could only avoid the collapse of Heavenly Dao!
After all, between life and death, Nie Heng would only choose life and never give up!
…
"Aren't you willing to give up yet?"
"Under my sword of annihilation, you have nowhere to escape!"
"After all, this is my domain. My domain is Nirvana, and it has replaced the way of heaven!"
"I am the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is annihilation!"
"Don't you understand yet?"
The voice continued to sound, as if it was teaching a disobedient and obsessive junior.
Nie Heng would never respect such an elder. He believed that no junior would have any respect in their heart when faced with a senior who wanted to die.
So he ignored the other party's words and continued to concentrate on the performance of the Shukuchi Jutsu.
At the same time, he continued to think rapidly about how to break this darkness and how to leave this damn space...
…
In the Western Region of Shui Ling Hao Hai, on an island not far from Xiu She Island, She Shiyun lay quietly in Shi Jian's arms, her breath weak to the extreme.
Just like her, including Liu Xu, Daoxiang, Shi Jian and more than 30,000 other snake and human warriors, they are also extremely weak!
Because not long ago, they all consumed too much of their own essence and blood and lost too much spiritual power.
In particular, the loss of mental power is unimaginably huge, which makes them almost unable to operate their heavenly consciousness, thus losing the last defensive instinct.
Then, someone came!
"Hahahaha... How dare you bunch of losers stay here?"
He is a middle-aged man wearing a dark black dragon robe. He is about forty years old. He has long hair and high hair. If his face were not full of ferocity and cold murderous intent, he would be considered a good-looking person.
Face.
Appearing in mid-air at this moment, he locked his eyes on She Shiyun with a grin: "Isn't this the legendary Red Gold Dragon Goddess here? Hahaha, I caught her and enjoyed her. I don't know that old man Zuo Fufeng.
Will everyone be so angry?"
Hearing this, a lean man behind him smiled evilly and said, "Your Majesty, you are so lucky. It is said that this woman has the Ancestral Dragon Soul Ring!"
"Yes! I heard about it too!" The middle-aged man smiled even more ugly and said: "It is said to be the same Dragon King level ancestral dragon soul ring as Gong Jingling! I will take her away after I enjoy her.
The Ancestral Dragon Soul Ring, then I don’t have to go to the Totem Holy Land to work hard, hahaha..."
It turns out that this person is actually the seventh son of King Jiuyou Cang, who has always been murderous and ruthless in his methods.
Not long ago, he was ordered to reinforce the Jiuyou team that was besieging Xiu She Island. Now he happened to be passing by here and encountered more than 30,000 opponents who were unable to fight anymore...
This situation is definitely a good opportunity for him to show off his skills and have a good killing!
The sword attendant below naturally knew who the person was and how terrifying her opponent was, so she immediately said sharply: "Get into formation..."
Hearing her fierce shouting, the thousand snake warriors who had been immersed in infinite fear immediately woke up...
It's a pity that they are no longer able to activate the protective formation on this island, unless they...
"Burning Soul!"
"Burning Soul!"
"Burning Soul..."
More than a thousand identical shouts finally shook the entire island!
Amidst the tremors, a wall of light that turned blood red due to being stained with countless blood instantly enveloped the island!
Faced with this situation, the seventh son of King Jiuyou Cang smiled coldly and said: "I will destroy this troublesome thing for you!"