Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 214
The white-robed man's clothes drifted away with the wind, revealing his true face.

Although the palm was cut open by the blade, there was still a smile in his eyes.

"God's will is like a knife, and people's hearts are unpredictable."

Qing Ling withdrew "Slaying God", with a smile on his face: "Senior Hongjun, why did you make a move?"

Hongjun Shanshi smiled, healed the wound with his palm and disappeared. "Fellow Daoist is really against the sky, so I have to make a move."

The black phoenix holy king looked gloomy, her eyes were full of shock, Hongjun was taller than Fengzu, his avatar couldn't stop the knife.

"Thank you for your help."

Hongjun nodded, "I'll only take action this time, and it's up to you all."

The Black Phoenix Sage King nodded, his eyes full of fighting intent.

Qing Ling looked into Shangshan Corpse's eyes and asked, "Has the Dao of Heaven controlled Senior?"

Shanshi smiled and shook his head, "Heaven can control me, but Hongjun can't. You have been against the sky for a long time, and the sky is angry with you, so you should do it yourself."

When the sound falls, people disappear.

Qingling's heart trembled, and she seemed to realize something.

God's will is like a knife, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Cutting the gods is a sword, and cutting is the gods.

When he hurt Hongjun Shanshi, it was equivalent to hurting Hongjun, and Hongjun was the guardian of the way of heaven.

The sword has already hated the will of heaven, and the worst will of heaven is the will of the sword.

Under the law of heaven, there will be no sword!

In the prehistoric past, there are only the world-famous Four Swords of Zhu Xian, the frightening God Killing Spear, Qingping Sword,...

But there is no name knife, but there is no ultimate knife.

Qingling cut Tianzhi's blood with a knife, and Tianzhi pressed down a piece.

Dao of the sword, so far the world has no end.

His God Slashing, which has cost countless painstaking efforts, will be the only supreme sword under the Dao of Heaven, and it can be called the ancestor within the Dao of the Sword.

Because, it is the only knife that cuts through the sky and breaks through the sky.

Qingling couldn't figure out what Hongjun meant, because he was not as high as Honghuang, so he could only accept Hongjun's intentions but could not understand them.

Raising the God of Slayer, the sword has already opened its front, with a sharp edge, showing off its domineering power.

This is the treasure that he has spent countless years refining and nourishing for a long time. It has been precipitated in time, dormant in yin and yang, and wandered in life and death.

Its body can be traced back to Hongmeng at the earliest, and its meaning can be as high as the sky.

It starts with the blood of the Taoist ancestor, suppresses the ancestor with the way of heaven, and cuts the gods. It is the ancestor of the ten thousand swords.
Qing Ling raised his saber again, and behind him was a phantom giant who also raised his saber.

The edge of the blade is cold and white, and the point of the blade is the source of dead fire.

The black phoenix holy king's face was dignified, but his eyes were full of mad fighting intent. With the two swords dancing in his hands, thousands of black phoenixes flowed back, returning with endless dead flames.

The burning sword slashed out, and the fire swept through the void.

The Ji sword cut out, and one side was destroyed.

Fen Jijian slashed at the same time, Fengming's soul, extinguishing vitality!
But at the moment when the power of the two swords was exerted to the extreme, the gestating Luo Shenghua in the heart of the Holy King suddenly exploded, and collapsed together with the black silk of lifelessness.

The heart was greatly damaged, and the two swords were stagnant.

On the other side of the sky, a huge phantom raises the knife, and the blade sweeps across the sky. I agree with the intention of the sword, and the opposite of the intention of the sword is like the will of heaven, dominating one side.

At this moment, I am Daozu, and you are fish.

You wait, give the head!
The god of slaying falls, the blade cuts through the life and death of time, and fixes the true spirit.

"Boom~"

The primordial spirit of the Holy King of Black Phoenix is ​​stagnant, and all mental calculations are still.

The light of Fen Ji's sword shattered, and the blade cut across her neck.

Earthquakes rumbled, rain continued to fall, and animals panicked.

The Black Phoenix Sage King remained motionless, as if he had been frozen.

Chongming's old eyes were blinded by the light of the saber, and he felt that there was an illusion.

The vicious nine-headed bird was paralyzed and fell into the sky. After experiencing seventeen days of wind, cloud, snow, rain, fire, thunder, and thunder, he had already lost his sanity.

And at this moment, no one would notice that the nine-headed bird went down to the prison.

The Black Phoenix Saint King is dead!

This is what the Black Phoenix Sage King himself thinks.

In the shocking light of the sword, she saw that her true spirit was chopped into pieces, and that simple knife that spanned time and life cut into pieces her own avenue.

The Black Phoenix Sage King staggered and fell, his eyes were lost, and he muttered to himself: "I'm dead!

I am dead!
I am dead!
......"

After a long time, she fell down suddenly.

The body turned into a dead fire, scattered, and the sky was full of light and heat with ashes.

Qing Ling's face paled for a moment, and then was covered up.

This is the blade he used with all his strength, and the power to slash the gods has surpassed imagination.

But it is absolutely impossible to kill a top.

Heifeng Shengwang was seriously injured, which made him feel more at ease than the scene in front of him.

Qing Ling sat cross-legged on the wooden roof, and the power of Jianmu poured into his body continuously.

Da Luo Dao Zang Realm crazily surged spiritual energy into mana, and then supplemented Qing Yun.

Chongming fled in a panic, Wanniao dispersed, as if it was over.

All the powers in the four directions were shocked. Even though they knew that the Black Phoenix Sacred King would not fall, the scene in front of them was enough to shock the soul.

Taoist Qingxuan has since been listed as a person not to be provoked by many powerful people.

It rained overnight, and the dark clouds dispersed.

The sky was on fire again.

However, this time it was a black and red flame.

The black and red fire surrounded Duguang fiercely.

Everyone knows that the Black Phoenix Sage King is back.

In the secret land of Donglin, Qinglong sits coiled up and sits in the thirty heavens.

In front of him, the ancestor of the white tiger also sat cross-legged.

Bai Hu laughed and said, "Can you hold your breath?"

Qinglong glanced at him and said, "Why can't you stay calm?"

"Heifeng's heel, others can't see it, how can you and I not know?
Seventeen heavens, no matter how amazing and brilliant she is, she can't stop her. "The ancestor of the white tiger shook his head.

"Whether you can stop it or not is a matter of my Dragon Clan, so you don't need to worry about it." Qinglong picked up a cup of fragrant tea on the cloud table in front of him disapprovingly, took a sip, and drank it down in one gulp.

The ancestor of the white tiger laughed, and also drank tea, "That's right, you don't have to worry about it, I am naturally happy to watch the show, and I don't want to do anything."

On the edge of the West Sea, in the Thirty Heavens, the ancestor of the black dragon faced him coldly, without saying a word.

Opposite him, the ancestor of Jinpeng also snorted coldly, and both of them looked like they could fight with just one more word.

In the secret land of Donglin, along the coast of the West Sea, countless beasts roared and screamed, and the waves roared to the sky. Daluo, the dragon clan and the unicorn clan, all died one after another, blood flowed into rivers, and their corpses lay for thousands of miles.

In Duguang's wilderness, with a high-pitched and long cry, all fires returned, and the Black Phoenix Sage King returned.

The appearance is the same, but the expression is not the same.The transition from femininity to majesty.

Behind her, the tall black phoenix phantom spread its wings and turned into a phoenix phantom.

The dead fire all over the sky also turned into an immortal fire in an instant.

The Black Phoenix Sage King sneered and said: "Interesting. With the power of heaven and earth, I can destroy my immortal body once.

I don't know how many times you will be able to kill me next time? "

Qing Ling burst out laughing and said, "Not even once."

The way of beheading the gods lies in the gods, and what is beheaded is the primordial spirit, not the flesh.

The Holy King of Black Phoenix received his god-slaying knife, the soul was shocked and his mind was damaged.

But the other party has the ability of rebirth similar to Nirvana, and he does not hesitate to get rid of Nirvana to eliminate the influence of Zhanshen on Yuanshen, and also eliminate Luo Shenghuazhong.

He once said that Luoshenghuaseed must be incomprehensible due to its extreme power.

But the other party is already at the top.Although his realm is also higher, but as long as the opponent is prepared, it will be difficult for him to plant.

Now that his primordial spirit has been exhausted and has not yet recovered, it may be difficult for him to slash with such a powerful sword intent again!

(End of this chapter)