The Sword Dynasty - 499

The black mountain is not tall, not even as tall as the tallest hall in the Yan Palace.

However, this black mountain is an oppressive force that brings extreme fear to the perception of any practitioners present.

At this time, many people inside and outside the Dayan Palace had been to Lushan and watched Yuan Wu confront some of the top masters of the world.

As soon as the breath of this black mountain surged, the bodies of these people trembled uncontrollably.

The breath of this unique yin god and ghost comes from Qi.

Only the great master of the Daqi dynasty has such a black mountain.

That grandmaster of Qi, in the Lushan League, has proven to the world that he is the strongest among all the grandmasters present, except Yuan Wu.

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The imperial study room is broken, and Black Mountain rises instead.

There is no vegetation on this small black mountain, but there are dense and numerous tombstones erected.

Each tombstone is different, whether it is in shape or material, and it is entwined with completely different black arrogance.

Strips of black flames that are equally gloomy, but with completely different auras in their perception, sway arbitrarily on this mountain like weeds.

Zhong Shuhou raised his head and looked at this black mountain, his eyes narrowed, but his eyebrows were suddenly white.

He had to endure the fief in Yandi Border City for half his life, and what he planned was today’s situation. At this time, he saw success, but the Black Mountain was born suddenly. How can he not be in a hurry, how can he not be angry, how can he not be old?

Emperor Yan looked at him mockingly.

Seeing the sudden wrinkles on his face and the abruptly turning white eyebrows, he said sarcastically: “You also know that you don’t have much time. After a while, my silver cliff army will come back. You will not drop at this time. What do you want to do?”

After his voice sounded, the cold metal lights in the surrounding palaces were scattered, like the tide rushing to the beach, and finally weakly turned into foam, it will be completely dissipated.

On Zhong Shuhou’s stern face, there was instead a slight irony and fanatical smile.

He looked at Emperor Yan, shook his head seriously, and said, “I still want to try.”

Emperor Yan sneered: “Try it?”

Zhong Shuhou nodded and said indifferently: “After all, he is not Yan Ying. Everyone knows that Yan Ying is dead.”

Emperor Yan stopped talking.

He had already sensed the changes in Black Mountain behind him, and he knew that this sentence no longer needed him to respond.

On Montenegro, all the tombstones began to tremble and sway.

The black dust and mud constantly tremble at the bottom of the tombstone, and the cold breath does not rush towards the sky, but rushes towards the depths of the underground that the practitioner’s perception cannot reach.

Inside and outside the palace, countless practitioners were shocked.

In their perception, this black mountain has turned the entire palace into a ghost, the kind of invisible yin that permeates the entire palace, and even some talismans and flying swords can’t be used.

Zhongshu Hou hangs his head.

His black hair also turned white at this moment.

At this moment, his hands were pressed down in front of him to the ground.

A small and crystal-clear diamond pestle fell on his fingertips.

In this imperial garden, all the unbroken objects, including the white jade bridge that had been kept intact during the battle, were shattered into tens of millions of pieces.

The several powerhouses guarding the front of Emperor Yan all spewed blood, and flew backwards uncontrollably with loud shouts.

Emperor Yan let out a muffled snort, and numerous fine bubbles appeared in the air in front of him, flying away, as if boiling in water.

When these scenes had already happened, there was a muffled sound on the ground in front of Zhong Shuhou.

When the small and crystal-clear diamond pestle fell from his fingertips, it was as small as a nail, but when it landed, it had become as tall as a person, like a small crystal-clear tower.

The sky was golden, and many flames appeared.

The coldness of the entire Yandu suddenly disappeared, and the Buddha’s scorching heat came.

Because the strips of golden flames are the real sun and real fire.

Zhong Shuhou looked at Black Mountain blankly, watching the real fire of the sun follow his will, swarming.

The Daqi dynasty, especially the way of the evil spirits and ghosts of Heishan, which is single-passed in this vein, is the most weird cultivation method in the world.

This kind of yin and underworld breath is most feared by the real fire of the strong sun, and he breaks it with the real fire of the strong sun.

In an instant, countless condensed real fires of the sun continued to fall on this black mountain like a spear.

Numerous holes were pierced in the Black Mountain in an instant, countless tombstones were broken, and no mud or gold stones were splashed in the places where they were pierced, and there was a puff of thick smoke.

The True Essence in Zhong Shuhou’s body continued to gush out, his entire body became transparent, and the glow of the sky was vast, like a god of heaven.

Seeing such a scene, the rebels besieging Yuhuayuan burst into cheers. Many practitioners sensed that the gloom that filled the palace was dissipating, and the haze in their hearts gradually disappeared, and their confidence began to recover.

Montenegro is so dilapidated that it seems to be completely turned into thick smoke and black fly ash at any time.

However, just at this time, in a valley near the top of Black Mountain, a low-lying shadow slowly cracked open.

A black-haired teenager, as if waking up after a long sleep, turned over and sat up underground.

His complexion was very white, almost transparent.

There is anger in his eyes, but there is no anger in his body, not even a trace of temperature, just like the frost on the tombstone in winter.

Because his skin is too bloodless, too pale, so he can even clearly see the blood in the flesh and blood of his body.

The blood veins in his body’s flesh and blood are all black, and what is flowing is not bright red blood, but black arrogance.

The cheers stopped abruptly.

The teenager stood up.

The black hair grew taller than his own, and dragged it to the ground behind him.

His face is very young, and there should not be much difference between the ages of Ding Ning and others, but at this time, whether it is his black hair, his body skin, and flesh and blood, he is full of a mysterious and powerful aura.

The moment he stood up, a black cloud appeared in the sky.

Dark clouds blocked the countless real fires of the sun falling from the sky, and the most important thing was to keep the sun from glare.

The teenager opened his eyes completely.

Not only his pupils, but his entire eyeballs were pitch black, as black as ink.

Then he saw Zhongshuhou clearly and stepped from this valley towards the place where Zhongshuhou was.

When he stepped out, Black Mountain disappeared and turned into a black cloud of smoke, gathering towards his body.

In everyone’s vision and perception, this black mountain followed his step and included his body.

This Black Mountain seems to be only part of him.

In other words, it’s just his destiny.

Zhong Shuhou’s face also turned pale.

He didn’t feel the breath of a life thing, but his realm and perception reminded him very clearly that this black mountain has completely integrated with the other party.

Most of the realm and cultivation level of this Black Mountain and that Grand Master were completely adopted to each other’s body.

He didn’t feel the aura of zombies, just because… the method of the first master of the Qi Kingdom’s yin gods and ghosts was completely different from any practice method in the world, and they did not follow the same path!

Undoubtedly, the young man he faced at this time directly surpassed the obstacles of the seven realms and became the youngest master in the world!

His heart beat extremely violently.

This is not in line with the theory of breaking the boundary, it is difficult to explain with reason, but it is extremely true.

In the next instant, he screamed and greeted the young man who came with Black Mountain. He stretched out his right hand, holding a thin piece of broken talisman paper between his middle finger and index finger, and swiped towards the young man.

The thin talisman paper gave out an extremely terrifying talisman meaning.

The world was cut into two halves.

Before this talisman, countless tombstones suddenly floated up.

Countless tombstones filled the whole world.

Countless tombstones were cut into two sections and turned into black smoke.

But in the black smoke, the young man with black hair and the ground had already arrived in front of Zhong Shuhou.

Zhong Shuhou’s eyes narrowed into a slit, but a faint flame gushed out from the slit.

Behind him, in the empty air, a shadow appeared out of thin air.

The shadow is very short, a dwarf.

But in his hand, there is a very long sword.

This sword is also approaching the extreme, and it is no less than the sword light of Tantai Guanjian in the Minshan Sword Club.

In just a flash, the sword light stuck to Zhong Shuhou’s waist and abdomen, and pierced the boy’s chest.

However, only at this moment, the faint flames in the eyes of Zhongshuhou turned into more shock and even despair!