Chapter 137: Sword-the fourth realm (first subscription for more!)

One, two, ten, one hundred, one thousand ...
Jianyi is vertical and horizontal in the northern region.
Most of the ghosts were trembling, and I wondered how many old monsters in sleep had awakened.
However, when I felt a certain breath in the Northern Territory, I was ashamed and embarrassed. When I got up and worshiped in the Northern Territory, what should I do, as if the continuous tremor did not exist.
The Northern Territory is broken, and the horrible sword intentions of unknown geometry chopped the earth made of black soul stone into a chessboard-like existence.
Jianyi gave birth to a sword-like spirit that filled the entire Northern Territory. After the gathering, they fell into it and plowed the Northern Territory, which was broken into a chessboard again, a hundred times!
Until there is no black soul stone larger than the mill in the northern region.
"Zizi ... awesome ... the kid's Kendo has reached the level of breaking the mirror, resurrecting the clouds, and stepping into the fourth realm, but ... it's so bad."
However, Ye Zhen could not hear the whisper of the ghost ghost king.
With a cold face, he slowly got up, knowing that the sword was sharp, his hands were resting on the end of the sword, his eyes were slowly closed. Although his mana was exhausted and his sword was exhausted, Ye Zhen felt that he was touching a door.
The instinct of the will made him ignore everything outside to perceive, and there was only this door in front of him.
Seeing this, the ghost ghost king standing in the void and holding a yellow paper umbrella chuckled "this boy ..."
"Booming ..."
The Northern Territory, like Xiaoqiang who could not be killed, began to tremble again, with sores and scars, and the broken black soul stone began to heal again, but the healing speed was much slower than before.
And if you look closely, you will find that the black soul stone, which was originally named because of the darkness of ink, is not so dark.
It is no longer the kind of black that can absorb the light, it seems a bit transparent ...
It took more than double the time before, and the Nether Northern Realm finally restored to its former appearance, but the difference is that the time to gather ghost soldiers has been more than ten times longer than before!
Could it be that Black Soul Stone's resentment is too much, and it is no longer able to gather ghost soldiers?
However, the next moment, a terrible scene appeared in the northern region of the Nether.
Endless resentment erupted, entangled, and coagulated.
Dark double horns, skull with bone mask, ancient beastly body ...
Looking at the dozens of beasts in front of them, the number of giants is still unknown, each one exudes the atmosphere of no less than the ghost king.
Standing outside the border of the Northern Territory, watching the lively ghost soldiers trembled, and the ghost soldiers who saw treasure in their hands fell to the ground without knowing it.
Raising their heads one by one, opening their mouths silently, looking at the mace which is ten times larger than the whole person, was shocked and wondered what they should do and what to think.
"Roar..."
The beast roared, spraying black mist from the nose, the borders, the guys who touched the black mist, no matter the ghost general or the ghostly orthodox soldiers, even when the screams were too late, they dispersed with the black mist.
"Run away ..."
Countless ghosts gathered in the borderlands to escape the place.
Although they really wanted to know which great immortal came and tossed the North Soul of the Black Soul into this appearance, the small life was the most important.
Ghost King raised his eyebrows, pouting and chuckling, and said, "Is there a good show?"
"Although this boy has exhausted his mana and his sword is weak, he has a grass in his heart that does not bow to the wind and rain."
"Spent ... how about the chance that this seat will give you a bigger chance, if you can't afford it ... then stay as the husband of this seat, let this seat feel what love is"
However, Ye Zhen has now entered the realm of forgetfulness, knowing nothing about the outside world. Some are just a boundless sword, and a door erected in the void, waiting for him to open it.
Looking at the bronze gate in front of him, Ye Zhen stood and stood, the anger on his face slowly subsided, and finally calmed down, his eyes showed the yearning color, as if the gate in front of him was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Suddenly, Ye Zhen, obsessed with the beauty in front of her eyes, suddenly closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face.
"No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you want to be more beautiful, you can only stay in the memories."
No one knows exactly what Ye Zhen saw. Only a drop of tears in the corner of his eyes slowly fell, seeming to be saddened by the sight that was about to burst.
Opening my eyes again, my face has returned to calmness, my right hand was raised, and I even pushed the door without hesitation, smashing the endless beauty with my own hands.
"Booming ..."
The door opened, and stepped in, Xu Xu breezed, Ye Zhen found that the scenery behind the door, although not beautiful, was real, just like his heart.
My sworddo, cut off all false, true ... is the most beautiful scenery, even if the real scenery is hell.
"Oh!"
An ancient and everlasting Jianming sounded in his heart, Ye Zhen's face smiled even more, but he sat cross-legged on the cliff, overlooking the that was about to be torn apart by the sword heart, and the picturesque mountains and rivers that would appear later.
...
In the northern region of the Nether, endless beasts are rushing towards the middle, and the black soul earth beneath them, in order to condense these beasts, seems to be extremely expensive, and has changed from black to gray.
This kind of behavior is unwise to anyone. If Pentium's behemoths in the entire Northern Territory are condensed into one thing, even if Ye Zhen can be cut off, it will still take a lot of effort.
However, Ye Zhen was exhausted at this time, and his sword fluttered sitting on the ground, not to mention that facing all the beasts, I was afraid that just one of them would kill Ye Zhen's life.
However, the ghost ghost king put his small hand down "it seems to be a contempt for you."
"咚 ... 咚 ..."
The earthquake trembled, and the beasts ran wild. After stepping on the ground, dozens of beasts nearest to Ye Zhen leaped high.
"Roar!"
With a loud roar, the sledgehammer facing Ye Zhen's head, even the surrounding land with hundreds of feet in it, was smashed with boundless might.
The northern part of the black soul known as the indestructible is the worst today for thousands of years. It has been broken and I do n’t know how many times. This indestructible name is afraid that it will never be again in the future.
"choke!"
The sound of the wailing sword slammed through the whole murmur.
There is no harsh feeling ... it should be said that there is no feeling.
Thousands of sledgehammers hitting Ye Zhen stopped for a while. The hammer wind, which was stronger than Feng Lei, swung Ye Zhen's long hair again like a spring breeze.
Ye Zhen was smiling, eyes opened, looking up at the dim sky, a pale pink color broke through the sky, and the light pink dots slowly extended towards Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen got up, his clothes fluttered, and his hands were behind him.
It is shocking that the beast, which was originally fierce and exasperated, began to slowly retreat.
"boom..."
At the border, he began to look at the lively ghost in the middle again, and found that the endless beast even kneeled.
Even the effort of breathing began to turn into a black mist, slowly drifting towards the sky.
Pull the conscious mind out of the black soul stone, and lay it in front of the eyes, and stroked every inch of the blade at a very slow speed.
Ding ... Zhixin's sword tip arrived again in the land of the Northern Territory, and Ye Zhen put his hands on the tail of the sword like this.
But different from before, this time, there is no sharp power and raging sword spirit.
However, the ghostly northern realm covered by the black soul stone is still the same as before, and the resentment pervades, and it continues to gather the resentment ghost soldiers.
And this time the Black Soul Earth seemed smart once, and accumulated tens of thousands of years of resentment. Even if it didn't win much, it was still desperate, and this time, it was not asking for numbers.
The speed is very fast, a "Ye Zhen" looks exactly like Ye Zhen, even in the costume and even the sword of the heart.
After this "Ye Zhen" condensed and formed, his "knowing heart" held up his hand and stabbed Ye Zhen's heart with the might of breaking the world.
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