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  Ashes fluttered, like a gust of wind blowing up the ashes in a mountain fire heap, carrying sparks, looking lifeless and devoid of any vital energy. The dust settled, leaving only a skeleton falling from the sky.

  The skeleton still had blood on it, but there was no flesh left.

  Deng Yu!

  A loud, angry shout echoed through the great hall, and at the same time an old man with white hair appeared out of thin air, holding a wooden staff, surrounded by a cloud of gray gas, rushing towards the direction where the skeleton fell, and the wind in the great hall suddenly rose from top to bottom.

  Chen Jing was standing among the black-armored guards at the moment he sheathed his sword. It wasn't until he heard the white-haired old man shout out a name that he realized the person he had just killed was named Deng Yu, a mountain god. As for him, he must be Bai Weng.

  Chen Jing looked at this white-haired old man, but in his heart he thought of the one who had caused him trouble in Chengfu City, the first person on the left.

  Watching the white-haired old man strike down with his sword, Chen Jing's heart was calm and peaceful. When he had made that one sword strike earlier, he had felt a sense of unity with the sword. Indeed, afterwards, his entire body seemed to be floating effortlessly along with the sword as if it had no weight at all.

  Wielding his sword, he soared up to the ninth heaven, entered the blue void, descended into the nine hells, and entered the yellow springs. This was the true splendor of a Sword Immortal. Unbeknownst to him, he had already reached the state where man and sword were as one, wielding his sword to fly and escape with ease.

  Chen Jing turned his back to Bai Weng, he didn't know if Bai Weng could recognize him. The black-armored guards in front of him charged forward one by one, and Chen Jing saw the respect for himself in their eyes.

  Bai Weng is neither a god nor a spirit, Chen Jing saw it in the instant he appeared in the sky.

  A wooden stick pierced down, and a sharp cry that seemed to come from the soul sounded at the moment it was pierced. Chen Jing frowned, and his injured head had a kind of stabbing pain, as if his brain was about to jump out.

  He hastily sealed off his hearing, the sound disappeared, but the stinging pain still remained, fortunately it had weakened a lot. Turning back to look, those people who rushed up to the white-haired old man had all turned into piles of black armor falling to the ground, and in just a moment they were already piled up all over the place.

  Chen Jingyang's sword, grey and swift, rose suddenly, sweeping across the ground, emerging from among those black-armored guards, now on the left, now on the right, mysterious and unaccountable, in a deathly stillness.

  The white-headed old man was submerged in the gray ash, only to hear a high-pitched scream, and anyone could hear the fear in the voice. As the sound began, a huge white-headed bird appeared among the dust particles, flapping its wings as if it wanted to fly out of the dusty range. However, everyone watched as the giant white-headed bird was swallowed up by the ash again, turning into a bloody skeleton bird. The gray ash disappeared, and the sword shadow vanished.

  Many people saw that the dust was a sword tip, and suddenly everyone's face changed. Jiang Liuyun's expression didn't change, Cheng Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jin Fu Gongzi tightly grasped his sword, and at the same time, another sword shot out, like snowflakes fluttering in the air. The black-armored guard in front of him was killed instantly. Ye Qingxue frowned in confusion when she saw it for the first time, but when she saw it again, her face relaxed, and there was already a hint of joy in her eyes.

  Chen Jingluo fell to the ground among the black armored guards, and those people from Qin Guang City actually made way for him. Chen Jing walked straight to the table, and the two people with red light in their eyes at the table also stepped aside when they saw Chen Jing approaching.

  Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat as he said, "I'll guard this place, you block the way, Master will be back soon."

  "Yes." The two men simultaneously clasped their fists and retreated, each leading their respective groups in a rush towards the people inside the palace.

  They were so obedient, which made Chen Jing somewhat unexpected, but on the surface he was extremely cold. His eyes had already locked onto the black wooden box, and he couldn't help but want to reach out and open it, but his hand stopped halfway, because he saw another book on the table. The book was already open, with ancient font on the pages that looked extremely old, seemingly made of some special silk fabric.

  Chen Jing didn't know what book it was, but he thought it shouldn't be anything ordinary. He grabbed it and put it in his bosom, just as suddenly a five-colored light burst forth, a sense of mortal danger surged up in his heart, he was greatly shocked, and immediately flew to one side, at the same time his sword had already left its scabbard, the sword light wrapped around his body, and he flew out like a cloud of gray mist, heading straight for the gate of the great hall.

  The five-colored light still followed him, Chen Jing felt an endless pressure, a feeling of being unable to breathe. Before, when he was outside, he had glanced at the five-colored light with his eyes and became dizzy for a long time. Now, although he didn't look directly at it, he felt a strong sense of danger, a feeling that could be fatal in one blow. He didn't dare stop at all. Using all his magical powers, he wielded the Misty Heaven Sword, combining it with his escape technique, but the extremely dangerous feeling did not fade away, instead becoming more and more intense.

  It feels like knowing there's someone behind you who wants to hit your brain with a big hammer, but can't get rid of it.

  He had turned into a whirlwind of black air, swirling and dodging within the great hall.

  Floating, with an eerie aura.

  Just then, a phantom City God Temple appeared in front of Chen Jing's escape route. The temple gate was wide open, and a person could be vaguely seen standing inside, who swung his hand and a black light burst out. Chen Jing immediately felt a tremendous suction force, and being chased by the colorful rays was already extremely strenuous, now being blocked by this sneak attack, a feeling of dying on the spot surged up in his heart.

  In just this thought, another bolt of lightning flashed down, as if to blast Chen Jing into ashes. At this moment, Chen Jing's entire body was uncontrollably swallowed up by the city wall.

  Lightning struck, lightning struck on the illusory city wall temple, and the city wall temple cracked inch by inch.

  "How dare you." The angry roar of Qin Cheng's voice echoed through the empty space.

  A cloud of gray dust rose from the temple, and the dangerous feeling that had been shrouded in colorful light disappeared. However, at this moment, Chen Jing felt a sudden appearance of a terrifying aura in the great hall. Looking down from the air, it was seen that the black box on the table had been opened by Jiang Liuyun, and looking down from above, one could see that there was a pitch-black seal inside the black box.

  The seal was pitch black, as if it could swallow all the light in the world. On the seal were five ferocious evil spirits, their faces clear and distinct. In the eyes of the five evil spirits, Chen Jing felt cruelty, resentment, madness, coldness, and ruthlessness.

  The river flowed with a cloudy head, and the green pearl emerged with a layer of colorful mist. However, under this mist, people couldn't see clearly anymore. Chen Jing only took one glance before hastily closing his eyes. Before he closed them, he discovered that not just him, but everyone else was doing the same, as if they had no resistance under the mist. Even Qin Chenghuang was like this. A furious roar echoed from Qin Chenghuang in the empty air.

  Until then, Jiang Liuyun finally showed his strength, relying on that green bead, enough to make people dizzy and fascinated.

  In the grand hall illuminated by the five-colored light, Jiang Liu Yun became the only master, and no one dared to look at him directly. However, under this five-colored light, the eerie aura emanating from the ghostly seal was still extremely intense.

  Chen Jing, who had been closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing, wanted to open them to see what Jiang Liuyun was doing. Suddenly, a strong killing aura surged up, this killing aura was many times stronger than the one contained in the black stone held by Yin Huaiyu back then. With Chen Jing's current strength, he felt as if he had been placed in an ice cellar, his whole body chilled to the bone. He hastily opened his eyes and already heard Jiang Liuyun's muffled groan in his ears.

  He focused his attention, and all he saw was the river flowing wildly with clouds flying out in reverse, white hair dancing in the air, seven orifices bleeding, and the Qing Zhu already being held in his hand. The five-colored light emitted by the Qing Zhu had only a semicircle, and in front of the Qing Zhu's light was a mass of darkness. Nothing could be seen in the darkness, and Chen Jing didn't know if it was because the five-colored light had flashed before his eyes that he couldn't see clearly.

  Darkness filled with murderous aura, the river flowed and clouds pressed in, the river flowed and clouds constantly retreated. Everyone quickly hid behind the river flowed and clouds, looking at that dark face with a terrified expression.

  At this moment, a clear and mysterious mantra sounded in the void: "Nine Heavenly Divine Twilight, Brilliant Heavenly Majesty, Summoned by Thought."

  Ye Qing's snowflakes floated beside the river, holding a purple wooden hairpin, pointing to the nine heavens. With a sudden movement, a white light appeared in the sky. Suddenly looking up, I found that this grand hall had disappeared unknowingly, and the whole world seemed to have only that colorful light shining.

  Above the nine heavens, a bolt of lightning flashed like a dragon breaking through the air, twisting and turning in the dark light, piercing downwards like a sharp sword, carrying the majestic heavenly power to strike down. However, at this moment, Jiang Liuyun suddenly soared into the sky, flying straight towards the nine heavens, holding the Qingzhu, breaking through the darkness, looking up from below, it seemed as if it was the only five-colored guiding lantern in the world between heaven and earth. In the instant when Jiang Liuyun soared into the sky, the others were actually following closely behind him, flying towards the dark nine heavens above, as if they were extremely afraid of being trapped in the darkness.

  In an instant, only a divine thunderbolt fell from the ninth heaven, dispersing this endless darkness. Under the lightning, Ye Qingxue's black hair fluttered, her eyes as calm and clear as the lightning.

  Chen Jing was furious at Jiang Liuyun in his heart, raised his sword and rushed up, pounced on him with a single sword.

  The darkness was even more intense with killing intent, and Ye Qingxue's face seemed to be even whiter under the flash of lightning. This bolt of lightning had become the only source of light for Ye Qingxue. Chen Jing didn't know why it was just a grand hall a moment ago, but suddenly it became this dark expanse where nothing could be seen.

  Nine Heavens Thunderbolt!

  Darkness Devour!

  The sword of the mad heavens pierced out crazily.

  In the instant of lightning, Ye Qingxue's face turned pale white. The darkness dissipated in an instant, and a black-armored general, riding a horse burning with crimson flames, held a heavy, pitch-black halberd that pierced straight at Ye Qingxue's heart.

  "Ding..."

  The Miracle Sword of the Sky pierced the corner of the painting, striking the spearhead. A bolt of lightning fell, and the black armor was engulfed in electricity, along with the man and his horse.

  Chen Jing flew out backwards, his heart aching, a mouthful of blood gushing out, his entire body icy cold, and his consciousness suddenly feeling like it was about to shatter. The lightning faded, and darkness engulfed him. Chen Jing gritted his teeth against the stinging pain in his soul, trying to muster up his magical powers, but found that the magic within him was dull and unresponsive, his entire being like a piece of driftwood at the mercy of the dark tide.

  Going with the flow, unable to control one's own body.