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Chapter 415
The poor lord's face changed drastically, but he found that the dark soul power in his body was far less powerful than that of Zhang Heng's ups and downs, especially the terrifying ten thousand zhang sword, which was like the power of killing demons, soaring into the sky, it would almost kill the stars around him. They were all swallowed up.

That tall and straight figure, covered by mysterious yin light, was extremely dark, but his face was exceptionally clear, as if it had been sealed for hundreds of millions of years, and it was only born until now, but the supreme will made him extremely terrified , because the aura on that person was simply too vast, like a vast ocean.

"How is it possible... Could this be the supreme demon-slaying sword of the Sword Master of the Ancient God Court!"

The poor lord was shrouded in a black cloak, but he could see fluctuations like water, especially those blood red eyes, staring at the sword in Zhang Heng's hand in a daze.

"The ancient gods suppressed the darkness, the sword Tianzun has long since fallen, and his Tianzun supreme treasure will never exist in this world!"

The poor lord's voice was full of anger, because he existed since ancient times, and the killing sword suspended above the heads of all living beings in this world was so sharp that almost no one could stop it.

"This is the Fenghan Netherworld Sword. It is by no means comparable to the Demon Slaying Sword of the Desolate Ancient God Court, because the Great Desolate Heaven Court is the lord of the heavens and worlds."

Zhang Heng's voice is full of endless majesty, shaking the sky, the wind is blowing and the clouds are surging.

"Fenghan Netherworld Sword!"

The poor master had strange eyes, and burst into loud voices: "You don't exist in this world, you actually come from another world."

"Hmph, so what? But soon, I will send you to hell and accept the sanctions of my prehistoric hell. This sword is more than enough to kill you!"

Zhang Heng wasn't afraid at all, instead, he looked like he was sure of winning, showing unparalleled confidence.

"Haha, I am eager to fight, but I am also thirsty for enemies. If the local creatures of this world know that you are from the outside world, they may be surprised, but I will not, because I survived in the ancient calamity, and I am also It doesn't belong to this world, everything in this world is nothing more than a spiritual creature enslaved by the deity to restore strength!"

The poor master's face twisted, and he slowly got up and walked towards Zhang Heng.

"So what if you come from the prehistoric, the beginning of heaven and earth, the place of all evil, when everything is going to destruction, is the beginning of eternal life!"

"This deity rewards you for knowing the great mystery today, and it is giving you destruction."

The moment the voice fell, the black light around the poor master was like a waterfall, boasting towards Zhang Heng in an instant, and he was a hundred steps away from Zhang Heng in an instant.

He wanted to approach again like a god of death, but Zhang Heng trembled under the pressure, and his heart was about to tear.

But Zhang Heng let him down. He is Emperor Fengdu, the supreme being in charge of the Underworld in the prehistoric world.

Zhang Heng sneered, and let him approach, there was no fear on his face, but his gaze became deeper, and the Fenghan Youming Sword was even more blazing.

As if sensing the enemy's arrival, the Fenghan Nether Sword was protecting it autonomously, and the radiant sword finally fell from the dome.

The sky lord's figure froze for a moment, he covered the sky with his hand, the ghost sword suddenly shattered, and he was instantly thrown out.

"My deity has said that I am Emperor Fengdu. You, an evil spirit, are no match for this deity."

"Oh!"

The Fenghan Nether Sword blooms with the breath of the universe, like a holy soldier who slays evil, and is about to judge the devil in front of him.

The poor master trembled, his feet almost kneeling on the ground, as if he was facing his most terrifying nemesis!

"What's going on, how do I feel your breath, it's completely different from just now, who are you!"

Zhang Heng did not respond. The poor lord is a bloodthirsty monster in this ice field. Since it does not belong to this world, it is definitely possible that it is a dark minion left over from the ancient times. Anyone with a look of pity, if they don't die, will definitely be a catastrophe in this world. "

"I said before, I am the nemesis of all evil spirits, if they are true, so are you!"

The flames of the nether world exploded in Zhang Heng's whole body, and his awe-inspiring murderous aura continued to roll. It seemed that even this world would be smashed to pieces by the infinite power he unleashed.

"You lied to me!"

The poor lord growled, as if he was afraid again!
"Darkness, destruction, is the supreme law of victory in this world, you die for me."

The poor master suddenly raised his palm to bloom the light of dawn, and immediately turned into a magic dragon that panned the sky.

"Tu Li Qixie, the evil power destroys the sky, the stubborn dragon and the evil seal penetrate the power, and the dark god destroys the Dao."

"It's just an increase in resistance!"

Zhang Heng answered coldly, his figure swayed, and he rushed to the poor master first: "This emperor, today, accept your fate!"

The poor master's eyes and pupils were won by magic light, and the most angry flames burst out: "Wait for me to sacrifice you to the sky, and sing my chapter of darkness!"

The Pantian Demon Dragon's black smoke and demonic atmosphere are surging, especially on the pitch-black scales, each piece has a terrifying magic pattern, which is a hundred feet long, split into eight strands in an instant, and turned into the legendary Baqi Demon Dragon!
Dark auras of evil, greed, destruction, violence, obsession, etc. exploded in this world at this moment, turning into eight dark soul auras, and rushed towards Zhang Heng frantically.

This is the supreme Li Xie Demon Art, which is transformed from the most original evil source of living beings. It has the stereotyped negative emotions of living beings, and it has the ability to invigorate the soul.

Zhang Heng walked away at Lingran's pace, without any fear, a hint of sarcasm flashed from the corner of his mouth, the mountain-like heavy Fenghan Nether Sword swept across the sky, and under the Nether Sword swept the Nether flames, and the fire burst into the sky instantly, and went straight The eight streams of evil origin flow.

The evil source of magic flow was swallowed up by the flames of the netherworld, and when the space was completely shattered, the wind was surging here, and the sound of deafening explosions was ear-piercing, and the sound of devouring souls could not be extinguished.

Even under their battle, this battlefield exploded into nothingness, except for the Demon Scorpion and Tiger Palace guarded by the large array of gate guards.

The whole world is trembling violently at this moment, as if the sky is collapsing and the earth is sinking. With every collision between the two, dense cracks will appear in the space of this world.

Zhang Heng's clothes creaked, his eyes and pupils gathered deep and evil lights, and the Fenghan Nether Sword blasted out, and the sound of clanking continued between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

Zhang Heng danced nine bright Wupi sword gangs with one sword, and the poor master who came straight to him was shocked, and was blocked at a distance of ten feet in an instant, not allowed to enter.

"Hmph, stop me, you can't!"

The ghosts around the poor master exploded, like the extremely dark evil from the abyss, and suddenly corroded towards Zhang Heng.

"boom!"

The evil mist and the divine sword collided, and the black flames and air of the nether world burst out at the same time, causing the poor master's body to shake violently and recede in an instant.

He was incomparably surprised, if it wasn't for the critical moment, he would have been turned into dust along with the cloudy mist.

"You are not my opponent, bow your head and kill me!"

Zhang Heng thought that the poor master was not his opponent, because the Fenghan Nether Sword was the most precious treasure in the wild.

(End of this chapter)