Chapter 392： Master (1/2)
Hum——
When the palm touches the handle of the knife.
The entire blood sea space seemed to tremble.
Immediately after.
Peng Qing found that his palm seemed to be pulled by some kind of suction, no matter how hard he struggled, there was no way to pull the palm out.
At this time.
A terrible thought rose from the long knife.
Indifferent and cruel voice.
Instantly resounded in the entire blood sea space.
”How many years have it been!”
”Finally waiting for the opportunity!”
”Hahahaha, I finally waited for the opportunity!”
Just a few words.
Hearing it in Peng Qing's ears, it was as if he was in thunder, the body composed of divine consciousness almost collapsed.
A great terror surged from his heart.
He couldn't keep his face calm anymore.
I want to talk.
but--
Peng Qing found that he seemed to be imprisoned. No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't move anymore, and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.
If this time.
He still didn't know if he was overshadowed by the NPC.
Then Peng Qing has lived in vain for so many years.
What he didn't expect was.
This so-called inheritance mission is actually a real trap.
For a time.
Peng Qing thought a lot, but he didn't have much fear in his heart.
Although this inheritance task is a trap, which has caused all the original plans to fail, it may be a price to pay.
But that's it.
This loss.
He can still bear it.
At this time.
That terrible thought rushed directly into his mind.
Compared with the vastness of the idea, Peng Qing's divine mind is only fragile like a firefly, but in a moment of effort, it is directly swallowed and swallowed.
At this time.
The blood sea space trembled more violently.
Below the sea of blood was rolling, and the endless souls wailed, like the end of the world.
Rumbling--
The long knife that was deeply inserted into the sea of blood also trembled, and the chain that bound the long knife was suddenly stretched, and then even if there was an invisible big hand, the chain suddenly shattered.
Lost the shackles of chains.
The long sword slowly rose from the blood.
In an instant.
The sky of the blood sea space shattered, and the aura of destruction spread mightily.
outside world.
At the moment when the chain of the long sword was broken.
The blood-colored clouds on the sky condensed, and blood-red lightning flashed back and forth among them.
An ominous sign.
It spread from the sky above the sky.
Any monk who perceives this breath will feel as if his heart is being pulled tightly by a big hand, and his breathing becomes a little smoother.
”what's going on!”
A great monk at the peak of the Manifestation of the Saint Realm who was breaking through the retreat, opened his mouth suddenly and spit out blood.
Just now.
He noticed an ominous atmosphere of destruction.
As this breath spreads and spreads, even as a Great Monk of the Manifestation of Saint Realm, he cannot keep his mind calm.
Even the state of breakthrough.
Also had to interrupt halfway.
However, compared to the breakthrough failure, this monk cared more about where this breath came from.
Judging by his hundreds of years of experience.
Never felt such an ominous power of destruction.
In front of this breath.
He felt that he was like an ant, and he might be crushed into **** by just touching it.
Similar to this situation.
Many sects nearby appeared.
Whether it is a monk in the Spirit Martial Realm or a real Martial Realm monk, in front of this breath, they are all trembling, as if they have encountered a terrible world.
When a monk saw the blood-colored thundercloud spreading across the sky.
The mind was even more shocked.
Over time.
The scope of the blood-colored thundercloud was no longer confined to the boundary of a mountain forest, but continued to spread in all directions. In a short time, there was already a real-world scope.
The monk watching the blood-colored thundercloud from a distance was fine.
Those who are under the blood-colored thundercloud are like Shura **** in the depths, their bodies are stiff in place, their minds are more like being completely frozen, and they dare not move at all.
In the blood sea space.
When the long knife was completely drawn away from the sea of blood, you could see the long knife of nearly a hundred feet erected in the void, the blood-red knife seemed to have blood rolling, and a terrifying breath of killing spread.
As for Peng Qing.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and stood still in the void.
After a long time.
He opened his eyes sharply.
In an instant!
The entire blood sea space ran away.
As Peng Qing opened, a pair of scarlet eyes emerged. At this moment, it was as if some terrible existence had recovered. When a vast aura swept through, the void wailed.
at this time.
The long knife, which was nearly a hundred feet long, suddenly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a normal size, slowly falling in front of Peng Qing.
”long time no see!”
At this moment, Peng Qing held the handle of the knife in one hand, and a weird smile was pulled up at the corner of his mouth. The scarlet eyes also seemed to miss.
”Since I have returned this time, I should finish what I didn't finish at the beginning!”
”You should follow me and fight again!”
At this time.
An old man with a rickety body appeared in a sea of self-blood. The moment he saw Peng Qing, his head bowed down: ”Sword slave worships the sword master!”
”You did this very well.”
”Thanks to the master!”