The wind was howling, and a figure swept in front of Jing Jiu.

The magma river is a little dark, but there is always a glimmer of light, not to mention that Jing Jiu's right hand is like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.

It was a thin middle-aged man with green eyes and disheveled hair, like a real beast, and his evil aura was as strong as the night.

This evil cultivator is very powerful and can only practice underground so deeply. I think he is very famous in Lengshan.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and confirmed that the other party's realm was higher than his.

Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although this thing is not resistant to burning, it has good hardness.

After a moment, the magic weapon was burned with blue smoke from his right hand. The evil cultivator showed heartache and anger on his face, and shouted sternly: "Looking for death!"

With this loud shout, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hand suddenly became vicious, and dozens of resentful souls and ghosts rushed towards his face, like moths.

The temperature in the cave suddenly became colder several times, and even the magma river became dimmer.

Those resentful souls and yin spirits are invisible and intangible, and can directly attack the Taoist heart of the practitioner, which is the most difficult for the practitioners of the righteous path.

This evil cultivator spent more than a hundred years collecting thousands of resentful souls and ghosts under the Soul Gathering Valley before refining his natal magic weapon into a real magic weapon.

Jing Jiu directly held this magic weapon in his hand, and no matter how he looked, he was really looking for death.

Those resentful souls and ghosts fell on his face like gusts of wind, but they were like hitting on a cliff. They failed to seep in, but instead drifted around.

Jing Jiu was not ready to let these resentful souls and ghosts disperse, and a bright sword light emerged in his eyes.

With a slight sound, the resentful souls and ghosts kept crying, turning into countless pieces and falling to the ground.

What emerged from his eyes was not the real sword light, but an extremely pure sword intent. The more invisible and tangible things were, the easier it was to be cut off.

There were only dozens of resentful souls and ghosts that were shattered. Although the evil cultivator was surprised that Jing Jiu's sword intent was fierce, he didn't care. He snorted coldly and prepared to continue attacking.

Jing Jiu would not give him such a chance? Dozens of sword intents radiated from his fingers and slashed around the magic weapon. Then he flipped his palm and took the magic weapon in.

The evil cultivator suddenly changed his expression and found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He was shocked and wondered if the other party cut off the spiritual connection between himself and his natal magic weapon? But how could this be possible! Even the sharpest sword in the world could not do it!

The spiritual connection between the practitioner and the magic weapon is an invisible connection with causality and effect. It takes a long time to be erased and it is difficult to be cut off in such a short time. Neither the universe Feng nor the right hand of Jing Jiu was injured.

In fact, Jing Jiu did not use his sword or sword intent to cut off the line, but just let the sword intent temporarily entangle the lines and then sent the magic weapon to another place.

That place is really something else.

Not here.

Not in Lengshan.

Not even in Chaotian Continent.

In some distant and cold dark space, several black boxes and a bamboo lounge chair floated.

A snow-white beetle squatted on the bamboo lounge chair, which was the special headdress of the White Ghost guarding Lord Qingshan.

Hanchan lay on the bamboo chair, looking at the fireball that was bigger than the stars and smaller than the sun in the distance, thinking to himself what it was?

Suddenly, a blood-colored magic weapon appeared in front of it, blocking the fireball in the distance, emitting a dark and terrifying aura.

It stretched out its thin feet curiously and tweeted it gently.

The resentful ghost in the magic weapon made a silent terrifying roar and rushed towards it.

Hanchan was startled and rolled from a high place to the chair. He quickly lay down and pretended to be dead. The abdomen's armpits rubbed quickly for a few minutes, and something was released.

The preparations it made were a bit redundant, because the resentful ghosts could not get close to it at all. As soon as they left the surface of the magic weapon, they were melted into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.

The resentful inspirations that had not yet escaped felt the deepest fear of the instinct, and they did not dare to come out, and they tried their best to squeeze into the deepest part of the magic weapon.

Han Chan waited for a while and found nothing was wrong. She turned over with a little awkward movement, climbed onto the back of the chair along the armrest of the bamboo recliner, and looked at the resentful ghost surging like a tide in the magic weapon, thinking what is this?

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The evil cultivator had a profound realm and extraordinary knowledge. He quickly realized that the other party did not cut off his connection with his natal magic weapon, but sent the magic weapon to a place where his spiritual consciousness could not reach.

According to the cognition of the world of practice, there is only one kind of place that is close to the eyes but far away in the sky, which is the small space opened by the magical instruments of space.

Who is this person who can possess such a rare magic weapon as a space magic weapon?

The evil cultivator suppressed the shock in his heart, calculated Jing Jiu's identity, and thought to himself whether this person was the elder of a famous sect?

Zen Buddhism is best at mustard seed magical powers, but he does not think that Jing Jiu is a great Zen master. The reason is very simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he does not think that Jing Jiu is the descendant of Guocheng Temple in the world. How can you avoid the world with such a face?

Jing Jiu moved slightly and went dozens of feet away, as if he had taken the magic weapon and was about to leave.

If it were usual, when an evil cultivator faced such a famous and upright master, even if his realm was obviously inferior to that of him, he would let the other party go, but at this time his natal magic weapon was still in the other party's hands. And if he could seize that space magic weapon, let alone a master of a famous and upright sect, even the elder of the Xuanyin Sect would try to kill him!

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the evil cultivator turned into a ray of black smoke and roared towards Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu was lightly dressed, and he gently tapped the surface of the magma river and rushed towards the distance, as if he wanted to use the high temperature of the magma to stop the evil cultivator's pursuit.

The evil cultivator sneered silently, thinking that he had lived next to the underground fire river for more than a hundred years. He wanted to use this method to deal with him. His mind changed slightly and he opened the formation hidden around the cave.

With a bang, the cliff wall above the cave suddenly collapsed, pressing Jing Jiu into the magma river!

The magma river looked dim, but in fact it was not very high. With a sneer, a ball of flame emerged from where Jing Jiu disappeared.

It’s strange that Jing Jiu, who has cultivated the Netherworld Immortal Sword, has such a slow body movement, and why didn’t he just use his right hand to break the ground like before?

The evil cultivator rushed to the magma river and looked at the flames gradually disappearing. His face was not happy, but he was a little worried.

He was not worried that killing this person would attract revenge from the famous and upright sects. This is Lengshan, which is more than ten miles deep underground. Who knew that he killed the person?

The key question is that if the man was swallowed by the hot magma, his corpse would definitely be gone. If the space magic weapon was also damaged, what should I do?

The evil cultivator waved his sleeves, and an invisible force emerged in vain, dividing the magma river a gap, revealing the bright and bright red color inside.

With a bang, the bright and bright red magma suddenly exploded, like a giant beast being pierced through a wound, and blood gushed out violently.

Countless hot and deadly magma sprayed towards the evil cultivator, looking like a terrifying fire waterfall.

The evil cultivator hid on the banks of the Magma River for more than a hundred years, so he would not be burned to death so easily. He looked solemn and sacrificed another magic weapon.

The hot red magma was blocked in front of him, looking like a red jade wall.

The red jade wall is translucent, and a black figure suddenly appears inside!

Jing Jiu broke out of the wall and rushed towards the evil cultivator with countless magma and infinite light.

A hint of shock and murderous intent flashed in the evil cultivator's eyes. He roared sharply, and his hands were covered with gloomy and cold black smoke, slapped Jing Jiu's head.

With two light bangs, the evil cultivator's hands were accurately grasped by Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu takes action and takes a sword.

Even if his current realm is not enough, it is difficult to find a few people in Chaotian Continent who are faster and more accurate than him who sets his sword.

The evil cultivator felt an extremely clear pain coming from his wrist!

What Jing Jiu held was his wrist.

A wound that could be seen on his wrist appeared, and hemorrhaged constantly.

Especially the left hand held by Jing Jiu's right hand, you can already see the crimson bones, which are about to break.

The evil cultivator's eyes were full of shock and puzzlement, but he still didn't think he would die.

In his opinion, Jing Jiu's realm cultivation is far inferior to himself. So what can he do even with a magic weapon that can avoid fire?

He endured the severe pain in his wrists, stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and shouted loudly: "Go..."

With this loud shout, more gloomy and cold black smoke radiated from his hands, and he was about to swallow Jing Jiu.

Suddenly his voice came to an abrupt end!

The black smoke disappeared without a trace!

A soft sound.

A sword tip suddenly emerged from the evil cultivator's throat.

Even though the sword is stained with blood, it still gives people a feeling of loneliness and coldness.

Jing Jiu looked at the evil cultivator quietly, with no expression on his face.

The evil cultivator's expression did not change. At this time, he still thought he would not lose.

It’s a rare opportunity to use a mobile phone, but actually pierce the throat with a sword. Do you think this can kill a real strong man of cultivation? Do you think this is a fight between a mortal?

It seems that this person should be an elder who has been in seclusion for many years. He has been in seclusion for many years and travels abroad. He is rare to come out. He carries extremely precious space magic weapons and fire-proof beads and other things. His body skills are not weak, but he has no experience in fighting at all. Then he should really die.

The evil cultivator thought about these things and opened his mouth and wanted to spit out the demon baby.

The other party was right in front of him.

The demon baby can easily enter the other party's body and swallow the other party's Nascent Soul or Sword Ghost.

But the next moment he found something was wrong.

The demon baby couldn't get into his mouth.

Even the Demonic Infant may not have heard his orders.

Then he discovered that he had lost all the feelings in his body.
To be continued...