Chapter 2394: The other side (four more)

I saw that the purple soul emperor blade was about to enter Qin Xuan's head, and in a vague way, a long sword chant sounded.
It seemed like some kind of beast woke up from a deep sleep and let out a low growl.
boom!
From behind Qin Xuan's head, a flash of sword light shot down on the Purple Soul Emperor Blade.
The Years Knife rushed out of Qin Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge.
Mountains, rivers, sun and moon, Changsheng Emperor Wood, on both sides of this knife.
In an instant, the Purple Soul Emperor Blade flew out like a heavy blow.
The sage of the corpse of the sky appeared in the world, his complexion suddenly changed, pale, and his blood faded.
In his knowledge of the sea, Sheng Nian was more like a heavy hammer, and his body trembled a bit.
Qin Xuan hovered beside him holding the inanimate holy sword and the year sword.
"Does the saint who has entered the second stage of the sage also performed this sneak attack behind the scenes?"
Qin Xuan stared at the sage of the corpse, and uttered the remaining four words, "Insect carving skills!"
The corpse saint had awakened from the influence of holy thoughts, his dragon and phoenix pupils stared at Qin Xuan firmly.
All around, there is nothingness, like endless darkness.
Qin Xuan was holding the Spiritless Sacred Sword, and the chaos wing slowly vibrated. The sword in his hand disappeared completely after passing a ripple in this world.
"Exterminate the dead zone!"
The sacred sound resonates with the heaven and the earth, as if it contains endless anger.
From this day on, the majestic gray-black life in the body of the corpse saint seemed to gush out like a tide.
Within a few meters of a radius, there was nothing else for an instant, leaving the horrible holy spirit dead.
Not only that, this dead energy turned into a whirlpool, and within it, there was nowhere to go.
At this moment, Qin Xuan rushed directly into the death aura.
In the next instant, the world changed, and the surrounding world turned into a dead air.
Qin Xuan appeared here, overlooking the land of the land.
The Heavenly Corpse Saint stood proudly in it, looking at Qin Xuan with a mocking smile on his face.
"Ant, this time, I see if you can be arrogant again!"
In his eyes, there was a bit of pride, but below, there were a lot of mad corpses.
Some corpses are as huge as ten thousand feet, but their bodies are rotten to the extreme, they are smelling like you, and they all contain fairy poison, which can corrode their bodies.
There are also a few small bodies, but there are so many, as if they are a group of people, they are all buried here.
Exterminate the dead zone, the heavenly corpse saint reserves all the puppets created by his holy law.
There are tens of thousands of puppet creatures here.
Not only that, every puppet is extremely powerful, at least comparable to Hunyuan.
In the fight between the strong, a little deviation can determine the outcome, not to mention, there are tens of thousands of immortals here.
The Celestial Corpse Saint has a touch of pride. What he is most proud of is not the magical powers, let alone the ability to move multiple sacred elements.
What he is most proud of is its holy way, in his eyes, it can be called the holy way of the creator.
Reversing life and death, resurrecting from the dead, pieced together a corpse into a brand-new creature, it is the emperor, it is impossible to do so easily.
"Ant, die!"
Accompanied by the roar of the Heavenly Corpse Saint, in an instant, those tens of thousands of creatures, at this moment, were killing Qin Xuan like crazy.
Qin Xuan smiled slightly at this moment.
"What a mention of the last minute skills!"
His eyes slowly closed, and in an instant, a realm of years appeared around him, solidifying time and space, and within his body, Changsheng Xianyuan, Diyue Xianyuan, and the Qingdi Palace in the sea of ​​knowledge, at this moment, they dispersed into the body.
Sitting cross-legged in it, Xian Nian, Xian Yuan gathered, beside him, they turned into strands of incarnation.
When Qin Xuan opened his eyes again, his body suffered, with more than 47,000 incarnations.
Each incarnation wears a blue emperor armor and holds a spiritless holy sword.
Every figure is like him, Qin Changqing, just like him.
The expression of the Heavenly Corpse Saint was frozen at this moment, even if it was him, at this moment, it was like a ghost.
"Take corpses as soldiers, this method is really good!" More than 47,000 incarnations, at this moment, have faced the many corpse puppets, as if two armies, at this moment, colliding together, this The world, roaring and shaking, sword light, roar, magical powers, at this moment, constantly shining.
This world is almost broken, and cracks are constantly emerging.
Only Qin Xuan sat cross-legged, "But you are not the one who cultivates this path in the world, compared to the million corpses of Emperor Yu Ming..."
"You are too weak!"
The faint words fell in the ears of the corpse saint, unable to help his face become hideous.
"what did you say!?"
It is this method that he is most proud of. One person is one line, one clan, one army, and he has been in the same era in his own era.
But now, what he was proud of was completely worthless by Qin Xuan.
In a mere Hunyuan, he even dare to say that the saint of the second stage of his dignified sanctification is weak.
Qin Xuan didn't care, because the many corpses were not weak, but they were still insignificant compared to their incarnations.
It seems that the two armies are rushing, but in fact, it is just a massacre.
But in a short period of time, Qin Xuan's incarnation only lost a hundred statues, but the earth in this realm was full of debris.
The corpse saint looked at this scene, his whole body was trembling, and his complexion was more purple.
Many incarnations belonged to Qin Xuan's body, and now he no longer needs to cut off his hair.
He faintly looked at the corpse saint, "You shouldn't be born at this moment. After you are named the emperor, if you are born and act honestly, you will be able to survive in this era!"
"Unfortunately, you are too arrogant!"
"Underestimate her, the same, underestimate me!"
"You think that your small movements can fill your eyes!?"
"The canonization of the Holy Emperor, the second level of the Holy Spirit, is not enough for this epoch!"
Qin Xuan slowly got up, he looked at the saint of the corpse indifferently, "At least, in front of my Qin Changqing, not enough!"
"Ants!"
At this moment, the sage of the corpse is almost lost.
His magical powers were broken, his sacred soldiers were imprisoned, and even his proud method was slaughtered by Qin Xuan into this corpse all over the ground at this moment.
He couldn't believe how could there be such an evil in this era!
The creature in front of him is in the third realm of Hunyuan!
Even the Qing Emperor of this era should not be so terrible!
In the third stage of Hunyuan, the saint who actually made him into the second stage was helpless! ?
wrong……
The Celestial Corpse Saint looked at the spiritless holy sword in Qin Xuan's hand slowly, his expression suddenly changed, and at this moment, he actually felt a death crisis.
In an instant, the corpse saint became enlightened.
He entered the WTO to become an emperor, not to compete with a mere Hunyuan.
What about victory or defeat instead of a battle! ?
Immediately, the Heavenly Corpse Saint, behind him, a spatial crack emerged, opening the passage between this world and the fairy world.
Qin Xuan looked at it, but smiled softly.
Hunyuan Slaying Saint, after all, has a limit.
Behind Qin Xuan, the Wing of Chaos shook slowly. This sword was originally created by entering the holy in his previous life.
With him now, Xian Yuan endlessly approaches Sheng Yuan. After entering the third stage, he has surpassed the false Holy Yuan and moved towards the first stage of the Holy Yuan. Using this sword, although it is a bit reluctant, it should be Can exert one percent of its power.
"Qingdi sword, the other side!"
Qin Xuan slowly exhaled the five characters, and in an instant, his body still stayed in place.
But in fact, Qin Xuan has already moved, and his speed is like time, not right, and even faintly beyond time.
The sword of this shore, I have not moved, can I cut the flowers of the other shore!