Longevity starts from listening to music

The sky above the Holy Land of Blood.

Ming did not say that he stood in the air, holding high the black and white Xuanfeng in his hand.

With a cruel smile on his face, this immortal sword energy is condensed on the edge of the sword!
"One sword, open the sky!"

Thousands of sword intents soared into the sky, contracted and condensed, and turned into chaos.

In the chaos, a pure sword energy burst out!

boom!
The sword energy blasted on the barrier of the blood holy land.

The entire enchantment erupted on the spot with a loud roar.

Then, under their horrified gazes, the barrier exploded inch by inch!

boom!
Barrier, collapse!
The entire Blood Sacred Land was completely exposed to Ming Buyan.

And looking at him standing in the air, the people of Blood Sacred Land instantly recovered from the shock of the shattered barrier, and launched an attack immediately.

All kinds of sword qi, knife light, and even the original power roared out.

Seeing the situation without saying a word, his eyes were fixed.

"Oh, if you don't surrender, you dare to resist."

"interesting."

The sword air flow on his body turned into a sword air barrier.

A series of attacks landed on it, and even the barrier couldn't break through, and it couldn't cause the slightest damage to him at all.

Then, he waved the black and white Xuan Feng in his hand.

The sword energy roared like a torrential rain.

Every sword energy fell on the ground and exploded one after another. For a while, the entire blood sacred ground was billowing with smoke and dust, making it a mess.

One by one, the monks fell under the sword energy.

Just a sword swung at will.

It caused huge damage to the entire Blood Sacred Land.

The Great Elder of the Holy Land knew that he and the others were definitely not his opponents. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he quickly swept towards the depths of the Holy Land.

At the same time, leave an order to the elders.

"Stop the Wuming Sword Master at all costs!"

The elders gave a wry smile.

Looking at the man standing in the air with a rainbow-like aura and not saying anything, a trace of despair filled his heart, "It's not easy to stop such a guy."

"Yeah, this person's power is too overbearing."

"I finally know why the Lord and the others failed."

"I can only... fight!"

There was a look of determination in everyone's eyes.

Then, they all rushed towards Mingbuyan.

All kinds of original power erupted.

boom!
The sword energy flew like a torrential flood.

The strength of the knife slashed out, like a mountain range across the void.

All kinds of moves are locked without saying anything.

"break!"

But he heard a word of indifference.

The sword energy swept out, and after approaching Ming Buyan, all kinds of moves were easily torn apart by the sword energy on his body, let alone hurt him.

"Sky Wind Sword Formation!"

An elder gave a low shout.

I saw daggers flying out from his sleeves, the daggers condensed in the void, and then turned into a sword array, trapping Ming Buyan in the middle.

The sword energy fluttered like a raging storm.

"Sword array, useless to me!"

Ming Buyan swept the black and white Xuanfeng in his hand.

The sword energy surrounding it like a storm was easily torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, daggers broke under Xuanfeng one after another.

"Heh, I already knew that this sword array is useless to you, so... try this move, sword array, the sky is blowing!!"

The elder gave a low shout.

Immediately.

Suddenly, the violent swords exploded one by one.

The roaring sound reverberated across the heavens and the earth.

The fairy artifact exploded, turning into a domineering sword energy, rushing towards Ming Buyan.

Even the void is constantly breaking open.

Everyone looked over with hope in their eyes.

And when Ming Buyan's figure reappeared in front of them, they couldn't help but have... despair in their eyes.

I saw that under the self-explosion of the immortal artifact, he was completely unscathed!
With a flash of his figure, he came to the elder who controlled the sword array, and swung the long sword in his hand casually, and the elder had no resistance at all.

With a sound of tearing the body, it was directly torn apart.

Then came the next elder.

It is clear that his figure is like lightning, wherever he goes, every time he swipes the black and white Xuanfeng in his hand, there will be an old man who will become the soul of the dead under his sword.

Whether it is the first entry into the source or the middle of the source, there is no difference in front of him, it is the result of being instantly killed by a sword.

This combat power is almost desperate.

at this time.

In the depths of the Holy Land, a bloody light rose into the sky.

A strange fluctuation spread out.

Ming Buyan, who was killing, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a colder murderous intent in his eyes, "This aura, blood sacredly hides this thing?"

He no longer pays attention to people.

Swept towards the direction of the blood light.

In the depths of the Holy Land, a mausoleum was being shrouded in endless blood.

The door of the mausoleum is wide open.

An old man covered in blood rushed out.

He was terrified, as if he had seen the most frightening thing in his life.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have opened this mausoleum, everyone, run away!"

The old man roared frantically.

He is the Great Elder of the Holy Land of Blood.

Seeing him become like this, everyone couldn't help but palpitate.

"What is there in the mausoleum?"

Everyone swallowed their saliva.

In the mausoleum, a blood-red, skinny hand suddenly protruded from the darkness, directly piercing the chest of the Great Elder in front of him.

Grab his heart out.

Grip with five fingers.

boom!
Heart burst!

The great elder fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he died with fear.

Behind him, a skinny figure walked out slowly, it was an old man who was so skinny that he was almost a skeleton.

His white clothes had been stained red with blood, and he exuded a chilling coercion, mixed with the meaning of tyranny and thirst for blood.

The moment he appeared, the world seemed to turn blood red.

The stench of blood filled the air.

"Then, that's the Holy Ancestor!!"

Someone recognized the skinny old man and couldn't help but gasped.

The Holy Patriarch of the Blood Sacred Land!

One, Holy One!
But at this moment, this saint didn't have the slightest demeanor of a saint, he only had the aura of a tyrannical beast on his body. He looked around, his deeply sunken eyes didn't have any sense at all, and his throat kept making gurgling sounds.

It's like trying to speak, but being choked.

"Roar!"

In the end, the old holy ancestor let out an inhuman low growl.

Suddenly, big bloody hands flew out of the bloody void all around, attacking all the warriors in the Blood Holy Land.

Anyone caught by bloody hands will either have their heart crushed or their head crushed, and the bloody smell between heaven and earth will become more and more intense and pungent.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Why, why did the holy ancestor attack us?"

"He seems to have lost his mind!"

"The holy ancestor said that the tomb should not be opened, otherwise there will be a catastrophe. Sure enough, he did not lie to us."

"But why is it the holy ancestor?!"

The elders of the Holy Land of Blood are full of puzzlement and doubts.

But if you don't say anything, you understand something.

Looking at the blood holy ancestor, he spit out two words coldly, "Crazy blood!"

He sensed a familiar aura from this blood holy ancestor.

It is crazy blood!

Like Xuanming ancient sword sword spirit, this holy ancestor was also affected by mad blood and fell into a state of madness.

When the other party was still rational, he sealed himself in this mausoleum and died quietly. He would disappear with his mad blood after his physical body died.

However, the people from the Holy Land of Blood opened the tomb halfway.

At this moment, the person in front of everyone is no longer a saint.

It's a walking corpse controlled by mad blood!
"Crazy blood to the bone, there is no cure, we can only destroy it together!"

Whether the people in the Holy Land of Blood are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

Not to mention, he was here to destroy the Holy Land.

But the body of the saint controlled by the mad blood must be destroyed, otherwise it will cause great harm to the outside world.

Thinking of this, he took out the purple gauze magic weapon and threw it out.

The magic weapon turned into an enchantment, covering all directions.

However, the moment the bloody smell floating in the void touched the gauze, it was constantly eroding the gauze, and there was a faint tendency to disintegrate the barrier.

"This world seems to be influenced by the other party."

"Is this... the realm of the saints?!"

Mingbuyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

After communicating with the Holy Lord of the Other Bank and the Lord of the Nether for a period of time, his vision has also improved a lot, and he knows some things about the Holy One.

The strongest means of the saint is called the field.

That is a world built by the power of the source.

Within the domain, the saint lives with the original power, and it is almost impossible to be killed. If you want to kill the opponent, you must first destroy the domain.

"Since ancient times, only saints can kill saints, and only domains can disintegrate domains! But unfortunately, you are not a complete saint."

"However, a walking dead!"

Said plainly and indifferently.

With a thought, the black and white Xuanfeng in his hand released an incomparable sword pressure.

Seems to be aware of his threat.

The holy ancestor roared at him again and again.

In the void, big bloody hands also bombarded towards him.

Every blow can easily kill the original realm, and thousands of bloody hands will instantly cover Mingbuyan, forming a bloody meat ball.

"broken!"

The indifferent voice spread.

The sword energy swept out, and the big bloody hands were torn apart.

It is clear that he not only uses the original power of the sword, but also activates the power of the heavenly weapon in the body, the power of the thunder of the heavenly way, and the magnificent power of the heavenly way strengthens the sword energy.

"One sword, open the sky!"

The sword energy was sublimated under the blessing of the power of heaven, and the terrifying pressure of the sword made the surrounding void unbroken, and what split together was the domain.

The sword energy is mighty.

Unreservedly bombarded the Holy Ancestor.

With a bang, the thin body of the holy ancestor was disintegrated and shattered.

Only some pieces of meat were left wriggling on the ground.

Faintly, there is actually a tendency to reunite.

Ming Buyan glanced at it, "The body of a saint is indeed extraordinary, since one sword can't kill it completely, then, another sword!"

Another sword fell.

The remaining pieces of meat were also completely wiped out.

The breath of crazy blood dissipated.

Ming Buyan glanced at it, fell to the ground, beheaded the surviving disciples of the Blood Sacred Land one by one, and then walked towards the mausoleum.

into it.

What caught the eye was a dark mausoleum space.

Nothing unusual.

There was only a yellowed ancient book on a table at the side.

Without saying a word, he went forward and opened it to have a look.

It is the diary of the blood god ancestor.

"The influence of mad blood on me is getting heavier and heavier. Sometimes, my memory has already begun to appear in a trance. As a last resort, I can only rely on the way of keeping a diary to record my life and understand what I have done."

"Oh, mad blood to the bone, there is no cure!"

"I'm not reconciled. I went to the Holy Court for help, but no one was willing to help me. In other words, they couldn't do anything about the mad blood."

"Today, people from the Holy Court came. In order to prevent the crazy blood from getting out of control, they asked me to seal myself and disappear with the crazy blood. If I don't want to, they will personally take action and kill me. I am not an opponent of the Holy Court. , but had no choice but to follow their orders, build a mausoleum, and seal itself."

"Warning to future generations, don't open the mausoleum..."

"I have spent more than 100 years in the mausoleum. During this period, I tried to suppress the mad blood, but unfortunately failed. The power of the mad blood is beyond my ability to suppress. I feel that my mind is being gradually eroded .”

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

"I have no choice, I can only enter a deep sleep, but I have a hunch that during my deep sleep, the mad blood will gradually erode my body and control me, but I can't stop it, I can only die in my deep sleep ..."

"I hope that my descendants will not open the tomb..."

The diary ends here.

After reading it without saying a word, if you think about it.

The fact is similar to what he guessed, the ancestor of the blood god was affected by the mad blood.

In the end, he used the method of self-sealing, wanting to perish together with the mad blood.

He was most interested in the Holy Court mentioned in the diary.

Judging from the lines between the lines, this holy court is very powerful.

Even saints have to obey their words.

On the side of the saints on the other side, they clearly knew about the holy court. This force was established in ancient times, and their identities were all... saints! !

There is only one purpose for establishment.

That is against the void demon.

Over time, this organization became the master behind the scenes of the holy world.

"Holy Court, I'm afraid we will have to deal with them in the future."

he murmured.

Then the figure walked out of the mausoleum and was about to leave.

Suddenly.

Not far away, a dark cloud surged, and a black light descended from the sky.

The black light dissipated, revealing the appearance of a young man.

He glanced at Mingbuyan, then looked at the mausoleum behind him, and gradually heaved a sigh of relief after he didn't sense the aura of mad blood.

"It seems that you are the unknown sword master who has recently gained fame in the holy world."

"Yes, Your Excellency?"

"Your Majesty, I come from... the Holy Court! You can call me the Holy One of Black Sha!" The Holy Black Sha said indifferently, "How much do you know about crazy blood?"

"Not much, but it shouldn't be too little."

"Has the crazy blood here really been wiped out?"

"You can feel it yourself, and you will know."

The Heisha sage nodded slightly, "You are very good, and you know everything about Mad Blood and the Holy Court, and your future sanctification is almost certain, but before that, I still want to remind you, don't overdo everything. Go too far, or you will probably be the target of public criticism."

"Thanks for the reminder, I will pay attention to it myself."

Ming Buyan nodded, and did not intend to continue the conversation with the other party.

The figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

Seeing his leaving back, the Holy Heisha was thoughtful, and then looked at the corpses all around him, "This person is indeed as extraordinary as the rumors say, if he becomes holy in the future, there will be one more person in my holy court." General, this is the way of handling things, I am afraid that some people will not like it."

(End of this chapter)