One Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Nine. New 1st Generation Sword Demon

Nie Jingshen held Yu Ye in his arms and flew away, his heart twisting like a knife.

He could still vaguely feel the enemy chasing behind him, but Nie Jingshen had no time to care about it at the moment, as his mind was occupied by another thing.

Yu Ye's beautiful face in his arms was now covered with cracks that revealed light, densely packed all over his body.

The whole person is like a broken porcelain doll, which will remain unbreakable until the last moment of its life.

Her right arm was completely severed and disappeared.

In the body of a true immortal, he defeated a mysterious immortal, even if he was a heretic. Yu Ye also created a legend like Yan Zhaoge.

However, despite being seriously injured, Yu Ye was forced to use the Primordial Sutra of Annihilation many times, finally causing Yu Ye to collapse.

The right hand that drew the sword before was just the beginning.

From this beginning, her figure continued to break like broken porcelain.

The body and the spirit are one, slowly moving toward the end of both body and spirit.

"Support me, support me more... It'll be okay! It'll be okay!" Nie Jingshen, who had always been cold and resolute and never changed his face before a powerful enemy, seemed like a panicked child at this moment.

"Jingshen... let's go alone..." Yu Ye's eyes became a little brighter at this time, not as weak as before.

But Nie Jingshen's eyes felt even more heartbroken when he saw the light shining back.

"Don't say frustrating words!" Nie Jingshen said decisively, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down.

Waves of sword energy emitted from his body and enveloped Yu Ye in his arms.

The miraculous reappearance of the innate Yuan Fei, under the shroud of Nie Jingshen, Yu Ye's body's shattering changes gradually became still.

Although he was still on the verge of life and death, he no longer continued to slide towards the abyss, and the broken body stopped at his right arm.

But the cost of all this was Nie Jingshen's huge expenditure.

He was going through a series of fierce battles and was also seriously injured.

Under such circumstances, forced growth is destined to not be sustainable for long.

especially,

There are powerful enemies chasing behind you!

If he fights with others, it will be difficult to keep Yu Ye in his arms.

"what to do?"

The question lingered in Nie Jingshen's mind, making him anxious and hesitant.

The blood-red lightning and the vast black fog that are constantly rolling in front of you are like an abyss swallowing people's souls, making people even more desperate.

Suddenly, Nie Jingshen broke through the black fog, and golden lights suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The golden light was not bright and bright, but rather dim, obscure, and ominous.

The cold air startled Nie Jingshen.

He looked intently and saw a golden light in front of him, which was clearly the reflection of white bones.

The white bones are as huge as a mountain and piled together. Each white bone is like a huge metal fragment or a metal pillar, reflecting the dark golden luster at this moment.

The sharp edge is revealed, and the Gengjin evil energy that cuts the heaven and the earth emerges from it. It is suffocating, as if you are in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a killing battlefield where the bones of countless gods and Buddhas are buried.

The bones are like mountains, hugging each other in a ring, like a valley.

In the middle of the valley, among the bones, a pool of blood appeared.

Bubbles floated from the blood water one by one, and then exploded, like boiling magma.

Demonic energy surges into the sky, which is breathtaking.

"...The Demon of Gengjin!"

Nie Jingshen was shocked, and he blurted out with happiness in his heart.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, he flew into a rage, looked around at the demonic realm, and roared: "It's you who are causing trouble!"

"No, we are just happy to see the results." A voice suddenly sounded.

Nie Jingshen looked above the blood pool and saw a shadow of a person intertwined with dark golden light.

That face was no stranger to Nie Jingshen.

The incarnation of the Gengjin Demon of the previous generation, the Sword Demon Yin Shiyang.

It was Nie Jingshen's master who fell under the sword of Yan Xingtang that year.

Today, he is still the dead, but with the help of Jiuyou's special environment and the special rituals here, a phantom appears.

"I'm just waiting for you here." Gengjin Demon said calmly.

Nie Jingshen looked at the other party coldly, and saw that beside the Gengjin Demon, colorful clouds and smoke gathered, forming another projection, but it was an old man with a pale face.

"Original inner demon..." Nie Jingshen's pupils shrank slightly.

The old man smiled and said: "You have felt it yourself. What you are experiencing now is because of the betrayal of one of your own."

Nie Jingshen opened his mouth to speak, then closed his mouth.

"Yes, this is not my words to confuse you, but your own thoughts in your heart." The original inner demon smiled calmly: "I am busy wrestling with other Da Luo now, and I came here distracted. If you were not so seriously injured, I would You can’t even pry into the mind of the innate Yuan Fei body.”

"Although you don't know who this person is yet, only your own people know how to decipher the marks and symbols you left behind."

The original inner demon said calmly: "This is not my handiwork. It should be said that it is precisely because of your endless thoughts that you created me."

Nie Jingshen glanced at the two demons, and finally his eyes fell on the Gengjin demon, and he had a clear understanding in his heart: "Is your target me?"

"That's right." Gengjin Demon said leisurely: "The person who is suitable for me in this era is the disciple and grandson of Yan Xingtang who sent me to destruction before. This entangled fate is really wonderful."

Nie Jingshen stared at him and suddenly drew his sword!

As soon as the sword passed by, the phantom of the Gengjin Demon was immediately destroyed by the sword light.

The original inner demon was not surprised: "If it weren't for the woman in your arms, you would rather die in battle than join us in the Nine Netherworld."

"I admire your determination, and I admire your strong hatred at this moment."

"Your hatred for my generation is as strong as your hatred for those who are chasing you, but you can't make us pay the price now."

"Come on, get stronger first, survive now, and let me see if you will perish under the sword of Jiuyou Tongdao?"

"As for the little friend in your arms, don't worry. Although she has the Hunmie Yuanjing, which may be unfavorable to the last demon ancestor, a seriously injured her is far better than a dead one for my generation."

Yu Ye's death means that other people who hold the Hunmie Yuanjing can start practicing this peerless martial art.

The old man's figure gradually disappeared: "The person behind you is almost here."

Above the bone mountain blood pool, the devilish energy is still rising to the sky.

Nie Jingshen hugged Yu Ye and looked down. Yiren was unconscious at this moment.

After the last breath, although Nie Jingshen's sword energy protected him, due to the serious injury, the sword energy gradually weakened, and Yu Ye was gradually dying.

The woman's face was covered with cracks like spider webs, and it was no longer beautiful.

But Nie Jingshen's usual cold eyes were unprecedentedly gentle at this moment.

He gently kissed her forehead.

He moved forward step by step.

The monstrous murderous aura rushed up to the sky, and the dense bone mountain was shrouded in dark golden light.

The sound of the piano sounded again in the distance, as if the deadly ghosts were asking for their lives.

A man, holding a woman horizontally, slowly disappeared in the sea of ​​blood.

The next moment, countless blood rushed up from the blood pool, like billions of blood swords!

The blood fell from the sky and turned into blood rain, like the weeping of the devil.