There is someone behind me!

In the flash of lightning, the monster's mind was racing, and the most delicate head in the middle suddenly realized something was wrong. Almost at the same time, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

He stiffened and turned his head cautiously.

A young swordsman in plain white clothes seemed to have just jumped down from the infinite. His figure was suddenly as big as the sky of Sumeru, almost as high as half of the sky and the earth.

It's obviously eye level.

It gave him the feeling of being condescending, looking down on him from the clouds.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there were countless sword chants coming from nowhere, ringing in his ears, as clear as the sea of ​​​​consciousness, noisy and sharp, as if they were real, piercing his soul.

The monster's eyes were wide open and terrified, because its three heads were squirming and squirming like a living creature with a thin dark red line extending from the center of its eyebrows.

"Tear!"

The next second.

Three heads were torn apart from each other, and blood spurted out desperately.

The two heads on the left and right were not very intelligent and should have been nothing but madness and violence. For the first time in a plane outside the underworld, they showed indescribable horror and horror.

The other party never really made a move, but only relied on willpower to severely injure him.

His trump card, which was always unstoppable and he was proud of his authentic body-protecting luck, was like paper or non-existent at the moment, and he was broken through without even resisting.

"How is this possible!"

"Who is he?"

"In the current era, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has not yet fully recovered, and the ancients above the three realms are all sleeping. This person...why would such a terrifying creature be born in the human world!"

The monster was completely confused, and all three of its heads were blank.

But what puzzled him even more was what lay behind.

Ghosts are basically soul bodies, and his physical body is a temporary vehicle shaped by authentic luck. Even if his feet are so extraordinary, they are almost on the verge of collapse.

Layer after layer.

The dense scars and criss-crossing sword marks were constantly healing and tearing, and he even felt that every drop of blood in his body was screaming and wailing.

This man's sword intention can actually compete with the tunnel. Although it is not the body of the tunnel, it is still shocking and unprecedented. You must know that his realm is only Nascent Soul!

How can the monster still have any trace of the perverse arrogance he showed when he just mocked Yi Qinglan?

"Escape, you must escape!"

"If you don't run away, you will die!"

"No, you can't escape, you can't escape!"

"We are locked by his sword intent. If we escape, we will die. We have to fight!"

The monster gritted its teeth and roared from its throat. It was about to reveal its true form and have a good fight with the young swordsman who was not even a fraction of his age.

Even if death is certain, there is no reason to lead one's neck to death.

However, in all directions, the majestic sword formation and the sonorous sword chant were no longer visible. However, the three-headed monster remained motionless. It was not that they did not dare to move, but that they were unable to move.

Because the hand that was pressing on the shoulder a second ago appeared above the head.

Tap lightly with your index finger.

"Qiang!"

The immortal caressed my head, and my hair was knotted, so I could live forever.

I caress the immortal's head and tap my fingers to cut off the world of mortals.

The sword energy fighting was so fast that neither the naked eye nor the divine sense could catch it. In almost three or two breaths, the monster was blown into a bloody mist.

Both spirit and form are destroyed!

The sword energy did not dissipate, but instead traced back to its origin, approaching the secret realm of Changshengtian. After the projection of the ghost gate, the netherworld, Huang Quan Naihe, suddenly smashed down the Baizhang Sword Formation.

In the blink of an eye.

A luxurious mansion was reduced to a plain, and there was nothing left within a hundred miles. There was only an endless chasm cut out by force, and the sword's intention was expressed unabashedly.

With Chen Yi's current level of cultivation, it is natural that he cannot shake the foundation of the underworld. The reason why he did this was not to destroy the underworld. He had only one purpose.

Afternoon.

I don’t represent anyone, I don’t represent a certain force, I don’t target anyone, I don’t target a certain force, I would like to use my personal will to declare a challenge to everyone present here.

I.

Chen Yi.

To the underworld.
Chapter completed!