"Beast heaving - beast heaving -" it seems like a strange gale whistling through the heavens of the netherworld.
Looking up, there is no particularly fierce wind in the Nine netherworld sky. Then where does that strange sound come from? Could it be? It sounds like an illusion.
No, of course not. The strange sound did come from the netherworld, not only that. One after another, "beast heaving, beast heaving," were accompanied by lighthing-like golden-green sword qi, the sky was ablaze with colors, as if arrows were flying all over the sky. Just look at the ancient sword that has shaken the world, golden and bright. It has turned into a huge tornado, a tornado swirling around the golden-green air sword!
The golden-green sword rays, along with the swirling of the tornado, unrestrainedly spread out streaks of lightning and snake shadows. The demonic sword qi that burst out from the lightning and snake shadows, like lightning tearing through the sky, "sizzle - chirp" scurvy over the body of the Sensen white bones and the blood-red spirit cat, with overwhelming force.
Just look at the streaks of blood light, suddenly like a rain, the blood rain all over the sky, only to turn into a few specks. A forest of white bones, dainty and fragmented, colliding and interweaving, scattering like snowflakes. The spirit cat, like ants, howls in agony. The bones of the broken-jointed white cat, not even having time to grieve.
Among the demons, no one has ever seen this tornado wrapped in sword qi. What exactly is it? Among the gods and demons, no one knows that there is such a lightning-fast tornado of sword qi in the world! The spirit cat and the bones, like ants, were instantly crushed into dust by the golden tornado, turned to dust, and the smoke dissipated.
Thirteen Fire Dragon swords have ceased, thirteen pairs of bright, piercing eyes shine straight. Each of them was most confident in their own strength, thinking that their swordsmanship was unique. Yes, the sharpness of the thirteen Dragon Fire Divine swords is indeed unique. Unfortunately, the unique swordsmanship and sharpness were still shocked by the tornado that swept through the world before them!
What other look was there in the eyes of Thirteen pairs, who were shocked and stunned? Is it envy? Is it jealousy? Or hate?
All are, and none are. All is, all is not.
The Thirteen Heroes of the Spirit Fire felt that the achievements of previous years were wiped out in an instant. The pride of the past vanished in the blink of an eye. A title that was once a source of pride is nothing but a false one. How can a true master pursue any honorary title that is in vain?
They are at a loss...
Could it be that his Fire Spirit technique has not received the true teachings of the Fire Root Ancestor? No! It's because I'm not good at learning! One should not show off one's skills in front of others. If one does not show off well, one will end up with no face left and be ashamed.
Since one's skills are not well learned, one's practice is naturally insufficient. Without a solid foundation of practice, how can one achieve the masterful skills that have shaken the ages?
To practice diligently, one must start from the heart; every step must be solid.
The heart was pounding, as if he had never imagined that Kellen's swordsmanship would be so powerful, and that this heart would belong to the Fire Root Ancestor! Could it be that he was also shocked by the scene before his eyes?
Shocked, of course shocked! Have to be shocked!
But, even more shocking, troubles came pouring in one after another!
The sky, east, west, south and north, was filled with billowing black clouds and waves, accompanied by the squealing of cat ghosts. Apparently, it was aimed at the cloud of demons at the center of the head. As far as the eye could see, the demonic aura was vast and boundless. If it wasn't the rolling demonic cloud of rescue, then what?
Encircling the center on all sides, could it be another wave?
If it were, the Fire Root Ancestor wouldn't know. The Ghostly Mad Demon is a little-known sect, and even if there are any arrays, none of them are prevalent. At the moment, it was overwhelming, coming with great force. Judging from its appearance, it seemed that it was not a good person!
While the Fire Root Ancestor was guessing and hesitating, a sudden change occurred above his head...
"Youdaoplaceholder0 shush --" the sky flashed with a whoosh, and beneath the billowing black clouds, several huge cracks were cracked with a whoosh! The purple-black demonic light, mixed with the mist-like demonic wind of the squid, gave birth to more than ten thousand black demonic soldiers. These demonic soldiers are huge, their white claws are shrill, their ghostly forks are screeching, they are deliberately provoking, and they are making "yiyiya ya" howls, as if they were weeping and angry, as if they were frivolous and clamoring.
A golden figure, with a long sword holding a green divine light on his back and his hand behind his back, stands out conspicuously among the ranks of the demons. With a calm and composed demeanor, it seemed as if he had turned a blind eye to the millions of troops before him. What kind of person could have such a heroic spirit?
Fire Root Ancestor? Of course he has!
Listen carefully? Yes too!
However, this person is neither the Fire Root Ancestor nor Diting, but Kellen!
Will Kellen, who has gone through a series of life-and-death tribulations, still be as naive as before? Will she still be as naive and childish as she was in her childhood? No! He is as fearless and righteous as he is now!
Is this a kind of flamboyance? A youthful exuberance?
Of course! Not only does it count, it is!
The power of the divine sword that Kellen exudes from all over her body is enough to stir up the sorrow of the ghost and the soul of the mad demon. The invisible air sword, sometimes as cold as frost, sometimes as fierce as a blazing fire. A devilish heart that stirs around, wanting to dominate but unable to!
Pairs of deep, dark eye sockets, like black skeletons. In the skull's eye sockets, pairs of purple-red pupils, like blood, like blood soaked in the poison. Pale and lifeless, as cold as a knife, staring blankly at Kellen, who was surrounded in front of him.
But what they saw was not like Kellen, or rather not a man, a spirit, a god, a fairy, but a heap of wild sword qi! A heap of sword qi that could shake heaven and earth!
Could it be that this sword energy can really shake the heavens and the earth? Who knows?
Black snake-like patterns twisted and meandered over the black, smooth heads. It's like a watermelons covered with stripes, except that the watermelons have black, round heads and no hair. The melon pattern, however, is a kind of black, grotesque symbol, like a venomous snake or a venomous insect. They wobbled and babbled as if they couldn't believe that the bone and the spirit cat had died suddenly with a sword from the man before them.
The neck and the exposed upper body, the bones are broad and strong. The dark complexion was like an inescapable demonic aura, foul-smelling and filthy. The snake-like, insect-like demonic patterns have been crawling all over the upper body of the monster. The faint demonic aura made the demonic shadows sway gently. Apparently, these creatures could not wait any longer and could not tolerate the boy's momentary arrogance.
But who is the real one?
A wide band was tightly fastened around his waist, snapping in the demonic wind. The band was like blood, and the sinew was like sinew. Just as these ties are made of flesh, blood, tendons and skin. The sight is bloody and numbing, and the smell is stinky and disgusting.
Yes, these monsters are exactly the ghost-eating maniacs I saw just now! Kellen didn't expect the scene before her to be so shocking. Because the number of ghost-eating manikins was more than that of the litter cats that had just clumped together like ants! In the curse of the demons, the boneless fork of Senhan's soul has collectively extended an invitation to Kellen to the path of death.
Death?
If you die in the human world, you can go to the netherworld. If you die in the netherworld, where will you go?
Could it be the world of the living? Or, will the soul be lost and never return?
Who knows?
Because people are inherently different from each other, the outcome is often unexpected. People are different from demons and ghosts, and the ending is even more unpredictable. Those who believe in the cycle of karma always think that good will be rewarded and evil will be punished, not that there will be no retribution but that the time has not yet come. But right and wrong always have causes, good and evil always have effects?
Is heaven really fair? The demonic heart is not old, but how can it be judged with a common heart?
The surging demonic energy gradually formed a huge, slowly rotating vortex in the torn crevices of the sky. The ghostly curse, the wailing, the grumbling, makes the heart tremble. Layer upon layer of black ghosts, each holding a bone-picking fork, were constantly falling from the void at the center of the vortex. It seems that within the black cloud of demons, there is an inexhaustible supply of ghostly manias.
The true ghost-eating array of remnant souls has just begun.
Suddenly, a melodious giggle rang out. Kellen looked closely and found that the laughter came from the hole of the demonic vortex above her head. The laughter was very sweet, like a maiden's smile, like a maiden's coquetry, just a clear, crisp laugh, but it made the heart crumble!
"This is sorcery!" Kellen reminded herself in her mind. Kellen had already learned the captivating magic of the black scorpion and the white snake. What's the difference between this sweet laugh and the soul capture technique of the black scorpion and the white snake? It's exactly the same!
In a moment of wariness, the green light of the magic sword in Kellen's back on her back soared, and it seemed that this artifact had already sensed it. Perhaps, this artifact could not tolerate the slightest filth of the demonic aura. It had an impulse, an impulse to wipe out the demons. This impulse is strong enough to control the man who wields the sword. It is precisely because it is an upright and unyielding divine artifact that it exudes such a soul-stirring and soul-stirring power!
There is a kind of person in this world who becomes more courageous in the face of setbacks. Could there be a divine weapon in this world, tempered as fine steel, that grows stronger with each battle?
Could this person be someone like Kellen? Could this artifact be the Exorcist Sword?
The Fire Root Ancestor often says: "The sword is a good sword, but not a unique one." Could it be that this sword is not a unique sword? Not a unique artifact? Or... The old owner of this artifact never took it to the fullest extent, but with the new owner - Kellen, will the history of the artifact be rewritten?
No one knows. Because this artifact has a rebellious ferocity that ordinary people simply cannot stir up. However, as long as one can stir up the ferocity of the demon-slaying sword, one is bound to be controlled by the divine artifact. The weapon controls the heart. If it is not well controlled or cannot be controlled, it will surely go crazy, become a victim of the divine weapon, or be driven by the power of the divine weapon. When the time comes, the mind is lost and the sword serves only, and it will surely become a slave to the powerful artifact!
The consequences are, of course, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
But how could Kellen allow the power of the sword to soar? A pair of hands, a pair of hands born to subdue demons and monsters. A heart, a heart as clear as a mirror. How could one become a slave to the sword? How could one be intimidated by the mind control spirit of a divine artifact?
The artifact is unruly. How could you know that Kellen, who appears calm on the outside, has a heart that is even more unruly than the artifact!
Who can control this heart?
Obviously, this divine artifact simply can't do it!