Wanzun Sword Emperor

Chapter 135 Withered Ghost
Bai Yi's words passed by like cold winter, combined with the left chain that he nailed to death in the square, countless people fell silent instantly.

Unexpectedly, even the left chain that can condense the energy is not Li Yisheng's opponent?

You know, the left chain is not like them.

The left chain is the second turn of nirvana that can condense the qi!

"How dare you kill Tianjiao, my Tianjiao?" Seeing this scene, the two Nirvana strongmen staying behind at the Tianmen opened their eyes.

Zuo Lian is one of their hopes for stepping on the Tianmen, and they were killed in their sect at this moment, how could they bear it?

However, it was fine for the two of them to remain silent.

As soon as they made a sound, two extremely terrifying swords flew out of Li Yisheng's body, and fell towards the two of them!

puff!

Suddenly, the blue sky was stained with blood, and the blood spilled on the earth.

In front of Li Yisheng, the Nirvana powerhouse who was usually high above him was like a chicken and a dog, and he would kill him with one blow!

He killed three nirvana in a row with every gesture, with a calm expression in white clothes, and his footsteps stomped in the void!
boom!
It was as if the entire sect trembled.

From the feet of Bai Yi, countless sword qi raged out, rushing towards the square below.

Seeing the overwhelming sword energy overflowing from Li Yiyi's body, the members of the four major families in Tianbei screamed frantically and ran away.

That boundless and endless sword energy is simply not something they can contend with!
In an instant, the square of Tatianmen seemed to be a Shura field.

Endless blood mist filled it.

In the Shura field, the head of the Murong family was stained into a bloody man by the splashed blood, like an evil ghost.

but
The real evil spirits looked at them like this.

No joy, no sorrow, unmoved.

Surging spiritual energy surged from the head of the Murong family.

He wants to resist.

However, as long as his spiritual energy moves.

The surrounding sword energy will break into his body and smash the meridians!
He is like a helpless child.

"What a resemblance."

Patriarch Murong murmured.

This scene is so similar to the scene when his Murong family just established a foothold in Tianbei.

At that time, the Murong family was full of vigor, just like Li Yisheng, slaughtering all those families.

The birth of a wealthy family is bound to rise by stepping on many bones.

Similarly, the birth of a peerless powerhouse will inevitably lead to a bloody path.

Which throne of the strong is not made of blood?

the difference is
Their Murong family took the initiative because they coveted those family properties.

Li Yisheng, on the other hand, took the initiative passively.
but
Patriarch Murong is just unwilling!
Why are the meridians disconnected even though the meridians have been abolished!

Why is he already the master of the peak at such a young age?

Why can the other party truly Nirvana!

Waves of jealousy and resentment surged up, endless unwillingness and anger surged into heartache, the realm that Patriarch Murong had not broken through for many years suddenly soared at this moment!

Sensing Patriarch Murong's aura, the eyes of the only remaining people at the scene flashed joy.

But as soon as that look of joy appeared, they saw Patriarch Murong's whole body completely shattered and turned into a blood mist.

The entire square of Tatianmen was stained with a layer of blood, like a turbulent stream.

None of the Tatianmen disciples who heard the news dared to step into the square at this moment.

Looking at the indifferent white robe in mid-air, countless disciples tightly held their fists.

Almost all the senior officials in their sect went to Jianzong.

Now that Li Yisheng has arrived, none of them can compete with him.

Even the three Nirvana powerhouses who were able to activate the sect protection formation were killed by Li Yisheng, so what could they do?
Li Yisheng quietly looked at the picture below, his eyes drooping slightly, no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, the white robe in mid-air fell down, and the perception was completely released, searching everywhere in the stepping gate.

Here
There is something there.

Because the blood on the square was guided like a trickle into the ground.

Moreover, more importantly, the [Samsara Sword Classic] that Li Yisheng practiced is jumping for joy.

Inside the stepping gate, there is something attracting it!
"Looks like another old man." Li Yiyi frowned.

Li Yisheng didn't know what the Seven Sects were trying to do with these sects, and the top leaders of the entire sect all set out together.

But the millennium limit is approaching, and many old immortals who have been sleeping by various means are beginning to wake up continuously.

As for Stepping on Tianmen, there is obviously one.

Li Yisheng felt it carefully, and then walked towards the mountain behind Tatianmen.

At the back mountain of Tatianmen, there is an abyss between the two peaks.

That abyss is bottomless.

Li Yisheng stood on the edge of the abyss, looking down.

On the rocks of the abyss, streaks of blood slowly seeped downwards.

Seeing this scene, Li Yisheng lowered his eyes slightly, and stepped into the abyss one step at a time.

Seeing this, the Tatianmen disciples in the distance all changed drastically.

In that abyss, rumors are the foundation of their stepping on the sky, and no one is allowed to enter.

Moreover, they regularly pour blood into the Stepping Gate every month.

For this reason, they stepped on the Tianmen and secretly raised thousands of people.

Although none of them knew where those people were kept in captivity, they could more or less guess.

Apart from being at the bottom of that abyss, where is it safer not to be noticed by outsiders?

Now seeing Li Yisheng entering their forbidden area of ​​Tiantianmen, many core disciples glanced at each other and rushed towards Jianzong.

No matter what, what happened in Tatianmen must be told to the high-level people of the sect.

The abyss was so low that the light seemed a little dim.

In a blur, one can see figures sitting dumbly, or staring at the scarlet, fishy-smelling blood and giggling silently.

At the end of the blood stream, there is a hemochromatous sarcoma.

On its surface, the thick blood vessels of the arms are beating.

Every beat is strong and powerful.

Inside the sarcoma, a skinny figure could be vaguely seen curled up.

At a certain moment, a small sound suddenly sounded in this quiet space.

Because it is quiet enough, the sound is clear enough.

A group of skinny figures looked towards the direction of the voice, and saw a group of white clothes that stood out.

Facing the sudden appearance of the white clothes, the hole-like pupils of those people twitched slightly, but there was no more movement.

On the contrary, there was a disheveled, disheveled, and naked girl who saw the white dress, and a look of light suddenly glowed in her dull eyes.

Even though the white clothes exuded the aura that strangers should not enter, but to her, it was like a ray of light.

She began to stagger towards the white clothes, but the footsteps of the white clothes did not stop.

She screamed, but couldn't make a sound.

Li Yiyi looked at the scene around him indifferently, with no waves in his eyes.

If it is said that hell is divided into eighteen floors, this is also the first floor, right?
All kinds of stumps and broken arms were scattered all over the ground, and a trickle of blood continued to flow, just to nourish the withered ghost inside the sarcoma.

(End of this chapter)