As soon as this object came out, a sensational sound of a tiger roar was heard. The sky and the earth suddenly blew lightning and thunder, and a strong wind blew. A blood light rushed straight into the sky, causing the entire dark and dark road to tremble.

In the violent wind and blood, a strong killing aura hit the face, and Yin Jiao stepped back several steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

At this time, Yin Jiao was fifty feet away, but he had already entered the realm of true immortals. His vision was so wide that he could see the things held in the skeleton at a glance.

I saw that it was a knife!

The blade is three feet long, seven inches wide, five inches thick, and dark green all over. The back of the blade is shaped like a spine, the handle of the knife is like a cow's horn, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, with a faint light of blood, attracting people's mind.

"The tiger soul is heavy, and the heaven and earth are the emperor! This is the tiger soul sword that makes countless heroes compete for their waists!" Yin Jiao's heart was shocked and blurted out.

He was a human being for two lives and was a fan of novels in his previous life. Naturally, he recognized this knife as the magic weapon created by Chi You.

This sword is composed of the soul of a peerless monster, the soul of Chiyou's mount and the soul of a tiger, and is spontaneously condensed. It is extremely violent.

"Not bad! This is the peerless magic weapon, the tiger spoil sword that my master refined!"

The skeleton held up the divine sword and trembled endlessly as if he was swaying. It can be seen that he was under great pressure, but he was quite proud of his words.

"My friend, do you believe what I said this time?" The skeleton seemed to be unable to withstand this pressure, and could no longer hold the magic knife, so he had to let go.

With a whoosh!

The tiger soul sword broke away from the skeleton's big hand, turned into a stream of light, and headed straight for Yinjiao.

"ah!"

Seeing this scene, Yin Jiao and the skeleton screamed at the same time.

"Broken bones, you are so despicable. At this time, you are still plotting against me!"

Yin Jiao suppressed the evil aura that was as solid as the sword came from his body and cursed.

The skeleton was shocked with his hands and said aggrievedly: "I'm so angry! I'm plotting against you? I'm plotting against you! In order to plot against you, I'll cut off my feet and tell you this secret that I can't tell! Even a fool wouldn't do such a thing that harms oneself!"

In the blink of an eye, the tiger spear flew to Yin Jiao, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced Yin Jiao's heart.

"Cao! It's so unlucky! I just left just now! Why are you turning around and doing it?"

Yin Jiao made a swear word and hurriedly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the attack of the magic knife.

But the next moment, he was surprised to find that his body seemed to be stationary by something and could not move.

"This time I'm having a big fuck! Ma'an! Any dog ​​or cat dares to bully me!"

Suddenly, Yin Jiao was furious. Seeing that he had no choice but to hide, he raised his right hand and held the blade of Hu Po when he couldn't help but expose himself!

Yin Jiao felt a sharp pain in his palm, and it was obvious that his skin was cut by the tiger's sword.

Even though he was strong, the Tiger Soul Knife was so sharp that it was not cut off his entire palm at once. It was still good.

Yin Jiao flicked his hand violently, but the knife seemed to stick to his palm with glue, and could not be shaken off. The severe pain in the palm of his palm was nothing. What made Yin Jiao's heart palpitations was that a huge sucking force came from the tiger spear knife, constantly sucking the blood in his body.

I saw an extremely thin blood line quickly formed in the blade, and it continued to go straight to the inside of the magic knife.

In just a few breaths, Yin Jiao had lost one-third of his blood. He felt dizzy at this time.

Nausea and vomiting, and almost fainted.

Yin Jiao hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, and was stimulated by pain, so he maintained a little bit of clarity on the spiritual platform.

But this trace of Qingming lasted for a moment, and then, an extremely cold and violent aura came from the magic sword and quickly spread throughout Yin Jiao's body.

A series of negative emotions, evil, violent, and bloodthirsty, swarmed in, and the oppressed Yin Jiao's soul almost dissipated.

"Who am I? Why do I hate so much in my heart!" With just a few short breaths, Yin Jiao almost lost himself.

He felt that standing here seemed to have been standing for a moment, and then for a lifetime, wanting to laugh but can't laugh, wanting to cry but can't cry.

Only boundless depression and pain filled his consciousness, almost bursting out his sea of ​​consciousness.

brush!

At this moment, the crazy-operated Origin Magic Art injected a ray of purple aura into Yin Jiao's sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Yin Jiao, who had lost himself, became a little more awake and prompted his consciousness to constantly resist the surging negative emotions.

In just a quarter of an hour, Yin Jiao's consciousness and the negative emotions coming from the Hu Po Knife confronted dozens of times.

Every time there is a confrontation, Yin Jiao's consciousness will be weaker, and although negative emotions are constantly being erased, their overall strength is much greater than that of the other party.

"Did you just die like this? I'm not willing to give up!"

Yin Jiao exclaimed in his heart that his only few remaining consciousness was surrounded by negative emotions.

As long as the other party strikes again, Yin Jiao's only remaining consciousness will be completely destroyed, and what awaits Yin Jiao will be the death of the soul.

Wong!

At this extremely critical moment, a buzzing sound came from Yin Jiao's dantian.

Immediately afterwards, a purple lightning, with a noble and quaint aura, quickly rushed into Yinjiao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wherever lightning passed, those negative emotions disappeared, and in a short while, they disappeared completely.

brush!

Yin Jiao was shocked and Qingming Festival was restored to regaining Qingming Festival.

But he was extremely weak at this time, with heavy eyes as heavy as several mountains. He really wanted to fall to the ground and have a good sleep.

But he knew that the danger had not been lifted yet, and this was not the time to relax, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.

boom!

The purple lightning eliminated the negative emotions, but he still didn't give up. He swung his tail and hit the tiger's soul sword hard, shaking the magic sword out of a tragic cry.

The huge recoil force spread throughout his body in an instant, and Yin Jiao could no longer hold on, fell to the ground and fainted.

In a trance, Yin Jiao came to a strange space.

This is a world filled with sorrow and mist. The wind and sand are swept wildly on the desolate land, and the dark clouds are surging under the lead-gray sky.

Not far away in the air, a purple lightning as thick as an arm was fighting with a giant man.

Yin Jiao naturally recognized the purple lightning that was the purple lightning that had just rescued himself from an unknown corner of Dantian.

But the giant man's face was tight, and he was a hundred feet tall, a copper head, an iron forehead, a human body, a cow's hooves, a beard, and a beard like a steel needle.

In the hand of the giant man, there was a big knife about a hundred feet long and ten feet wide. The whole is dark green, the back of the knife is like a ridge, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and blood is dancing on it, which is very cunning.

"Tiger Soul Sword! Could this giant man be Chi You? Could the purple lightning that rescued me? The foundation of the Great Way mentioned by Zulong is not the Hongmeng purple qi?" Yin Jiao was shocked and stared at the scene of the battle.

"Destroy!"

The giant roared and opened it with a knife. The sword light rolled up blood mist in the sky and rushed straight to the purple lightning.

Rumble!

The sword light had not fallen, the sky was shaking, and the earth cracked. It seemed that the whole world was about to collapse under this knife.

"Good! What kind of power is this! So shocking!"

Seeing this scene, Yin Jiao opened his mouth wide in shock, and his heart was beating wildly.

Facing the destructive sword, purple lightning buzzed, twisted his body and turned into a peerless purple sledgehammer.

The sledgehammer is so big that it is not enough to describe it. The head of the sledgehammer is the size of a mountain, with purple light lingering on it, swaying in people's eyes.

Wong!

With the dull sound of the wind, the purple hammer swept out and smashed hard on the huge sword light.

when!

When the two collided, a loud noise came from a shocking sound!

Buzz!

Under the loud noise, Yin Jiao's mind buzzed and his ears were deaf in an instant.

The purple hammer comes out, and the sword light is gone!

With this impact, the purple hammer shrank by nearly half, while the huge tiger sword turned into powder and drifted in the air.

It is not only the tiger spear knife that turns into powder, but also half of the giant man's body.

"Hongmeng purple aura is indeed domineering!"

The giant man looked at the purple sledgehammer floating in the air in shock, and said unwillingly, and half of his body, as big as a mountain, fell down with a bang.

The earth trembled, and Yin Jiao completely lost consciousness.

"My friend, wake up! My friend, wake up!"
Chapter completed!