The cold blade penetrated the air, and the Nine Soul Sword was instantly slashed out.

The shadows of the knife are as heavy as mountains and seas, as if splashing across a summer starry night, the vastness of the stars, the sharp and destructive force, colliding with countless roots and branches.

The sound of each strike is like a bell, shaking the entire world, erupting with a force that seems to be enough to destroy the heaven and the earth.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...

A deafening loud noise swept across the world, and in less than half a breath, all the roots and branches stabbing Pei Ling were cut off.

The aura of chaos escaped, and the broken roots and branches flowed out of scarlet and dark green juice. Countless hair-like dark green silk ribbons sprouted, quickly stopping the wounds, and then squirming like living creatures, regenerating quickly.

In the blink of an eye, more roots and branches sprouted from the broken wound, flowing towards Pei Ling...

Black and brown intertwined, like a raging tide.

Looking down from a high altitude, the densely packed roots and branches swept through the area like a stormy wave composed entirely of snakes and snakes, roaring, surging, and heading towards Pei Linghao.

A touch of frost is rising slowly.

The Nine Soul Swords flew like shadows, and Pei Ling kept slashing, leaving fallen branches and leaves flying in the air. More roots and branches instantly sprouted from the fractures. The broken roots and branches plunged into the void, and grew wantonly in the blink of an eye.

Like a rising tide, like a roaring sea, it formed a huge wooden cocoon in the blink of an eye.

Outside the wooden cocoon, more roots and branches poured into it, causing it to continue to grow. The aura of chaos spread, and the wooden cocoon continued to squirm and expand, like a living thing.

Until a certain moment, no more roots and branches joined it, and the wooden cocoon had become extremely huge, filling the entire Yuyuan.

The breath in the cocoon was illusory, almost nonexistent. It seemed that the dust had settled and everything was over! But at this moment... click!

A crisp sound came out, echoing loudly in this dark and silent world. A thin crack suddenly appeared on the wooden cocoon. Then...

Click, click, click...

The crisp sound was continuous, and on the wooden cocoon, cracks appeared one after another, like spider webs, covering the entire cocoon body in an instant.

The terrifying and cold breath billowed out from the cracks in the wooden cocoon! Boom!

The wooden cocoon was torn apart in an instant, completely shattered, and a figure in black robes holding a knife stood proudly.

His whole body was covered with scars and bones, and his aura was as sharp as a blade, vast and majestic. Although his clothes were torn and his body was covered in blood, there was a sense of perfection that filled his whole body.

The moment he escaped from the trap, Pei Ling didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned from defense to attack. His body transformed into a black ray of light, and he instantly killed towards the main trunk of Xunmu!

In the void, the torrent reappeared.

One after another, ancient bodies appeared out of the air, blocking Pei Ling's path instantly. Pei Ling did not give in, and slashed down with his long sword!

Sharp claws, fangs, whips, tails, and horns...the powerful bodies that the ancient alien species were proud of were all torn to pieces under the blade.

Torrents of blood splashed into the sky, and the internal organs, limbs and trunk turned into flesh and blood all over the sky. No ancient body could withstand a knife in Pei Ling's hand!

Pei Ling's speed didn't stop at all, and he burst out of the frenzied Anhuang body in an instant and continued to rush towards Xunmu.

However, seeing that Xun Mu was getting closer and closer, those fierce and unafraid primitive bodies stopped moving forward to stop him and allowed Pei Ling to attack Xun Mu's body.

When he was confused, Pei Ling rushed to Xunmu and slashed hard with the Nine Soul Sword. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the speed of his movement and thought power had become extremely slow!

puff!

Just when the Nine Soul Sword was about to hit Xunmu, a gray-black root suddenly pierced Pei Ling's back like a javelin, emerged from his chest, and completely penetrated his entire body!

Pei Lington was severely injured, and the power of [The Immortal of the Last Path] reached its extreme, and its already terrifying and vast aura surged again!

He broke through all order in this world in an instant, and his speed, which had just become as slow as a snail, returned to normal in an instant, and even became faster than before!

Boom! The Nine Soul Sword was extremely powerful and struck Xunmu's trunk solidly.

A terrifying knife mark immediately appeared on the trunk of Xun Mu, and dark green sap gurgled out, sliding down the tree body into Yu Yuan, like a newborn waterfall.

Before Pei Ling could make a second slash, the root that penetrated Pei Ling's chest was suddenly thrown out. Bang!

Amidst the earth-shattering loud noise, Pei Ling was suddenly thrown away by an irresistible force, and fell heavily to the ground. Smoke and dust suddenly rose up, spreading like mist, and spider web-like cracks centered on it, splitting in all directions.

go.

Countless prehistoric bodies around him immediately took action again, killing Pei Ling.

"Cough cough cough..." Pei Ling coughed violently, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of purple-black blood, and immediately stood up from the huge hole he had made.

The blood hole on his chest was shocking. The laws attached to the wound were still eroding and could not be recovered in a short time. However, the vitality of Mahayana monks was extremely tenacious. Such fatal injuries for monks below the Hedao stage could not be cured.

It doesn't affect his strength at this moment at all!

Even under the influence of [The Immortal of the Last Path], he became more powerful than ever before! As his mind was turning, a flood of ancient bodies had already arrived in front of him.

Pei Ling's aura changes. One moment it is perfect, like the most exquisite creation in the world. The next moment, it turns into a collection of chaos, madness and violence... just like the incarnation of all the evil in the world.

"Chaos"!

Regardless of the constant consumption of a large amount of life energy, Pei Ling immediately swung his sword and fought with the body of the prehistoric man who rushed in front of him.

The sound of sharp blades cutting flesh was mixed with the whistling of claws and tails piercing the air, and the sound of big mouths gnawing the air. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, corpses littered the field, the aura of chaos filled the world, cold, evil and chaotic degeneration...blood and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Crazy distortions, increasingly bizarre creatures rise from the pool of blood and join the battle...

...time passes slowly.

I don't know how long it took, but on the vast land, Pei Ling stood between heaven and earth with one sword and one sword.

All the ancient bodies have been turned into meat chowders all over the ground, stacked like mountains, and blood flowed horizontally, flooding the desolate wilderness.

The thick smell of blood lingers like a substance, rising into the sky like a column of smoke, reflecting the sky like fire. The unique ancient wild connotation is quietly dispersed with the blood of many ancient and alien species, as if it is burning in this vast crimson.

Exhausted the last breath of the ancient world.

The space is broken, chaotic storms arise and disappear. In the void, the sword energy wipes out the vitality of the last ancient body, and there seems to be a huge mournful cry, resounding in the dark!
Chapter completed!