Almost at the same time as the loud bang sounded, the formation in the sky was also drawn, and eighteen small swords lined up in the air, divided into three circles, one large and two small.

The two small circles overlapped each other in a part, and were included in the large circle, and after the queue stabilized, the eighteen small swords rushed into the formation in unison, as if this was the foundation of the entire large array.

The yellow sand rolled back for more than twenty feet, and finally ran out of energy, and it fell in a slump, stirring up a burst of sand and dust.

In the dust, there was no figure of Jun Mad in sight, not even a corner of the man's clothes, only the blood-colored picture scroll was still vivid. The fall of a huge amount of yellow sand has expanded the original sand pit area by more than ten times, and every grain of sand in the entire sand pit is restless, as if waiting for something.

The sand grains have jumped to the extent that they can be caught by the naked eye, and the yellow sand is divided into arm-thick strands, constantly tumbling and surging up like a low fountain.

"It's coming out." Jun Qian grabbed Qin Xiao's arm and pulled her behind him.

Qin Xiao also held Jun Qian's hand and shook his head disapprovingly. The realm of the two is similar, Jun Qian used to consume a lot, and now there is no reason for Jun Qian to protect her. If there is any accident, she will take him back to the carry-on space as soon as possible.

With another loud bang, the man rushed out of the center of the bunker and headed straight into the sky, his arms turning into wings, clearly trying to flee at full speed. On the feathers of the man's wings, there were obvious scorching marks, he looked embarrassed and ragged, and the blood-colored long knife in his hand seemed to be entangled in something, and he was pulling it out.

I still don't know where Jun Mad is, but seeing the blood-colored long knife in the man's hand being entangled, I don't have to think much to understand that this is Jun Mad's handiwork.

The man raised the knife with his backhand, and used enough Xuan Li to pull, the blood-colored long knife still did not move, but he was reluctant to abandon the knife and run away, so he could only try his best to shake off the things that seemed to be stuck to it, but he had little effect, and he was in chaos for a while.

Suddenly, the long knife moved, and the man seemed to see hope, and poured the mystical power of his whole body into his hand, trying to shake off the confinement.

However, just when he was complacent, thinking that he would be able to escape, the entire bunker below emitted a visible concussion, as if the earth was trembling. In less than a moment, the entire sand pit seemed to be cut into several irregular pieces, and a large amount of yellow sand exploded, and there was a faint trace of beautiful brilliance in the yellow sand.

The scattered yellow sand was pushed aside on both sides and did not fall back into the bunker. After the yellow sand, Jun Madness stood in the air, his left hand slightly raised and his five fingers spread, each finger seemed to be controlling something.

"Curious?" The sword spirit glanced at Qin Xiao amusedly, with an expression of "If you want to know, just say something obedient".

"Humph!" Little Lori pouted, obviously dissatisfied with the sword spirit's condescending attitude.

Jun Qian's face was helpless, and he smiled at the sword spirit with a hint of flattery: "Is this a silk string?" "It's a highly efficient weapon, and at the same time, when used properly, it can also be used flexibly for defense.

Silk strings can only be used by people who are familiar with it, otherwise it is easy to be injured by mistake, but in the hands of people who are familiar with silk strings, it can become a magic weapon.

Jun Qian has been a mercenary and is no stranger to this thing, but Jun Qian's control of silk strings is so handy, it is inevitable that he will have some doubts.

"Successive high priests have needed to familiarize themselves with the use of silk strings before succeeding to the throne, but this is the first time I've seen someone use Chaos Qi and control it so easily, as if these silk strings were part of his body." The sword spirit muttered.

Even if the voice was small, the two people who were not far away could hear it clearly.

It is true that the emperor is the emperor, but because the archpriest's mansion was slaughtered in the generation of the Emperor Yin, the Emperor and the queen escaped by luck, and when the Emperor Yin's preaching coincided with the millennium sacrifice, the then Emperor Yindi temporarily took the position of the archpriest, and now it has become common sense in the mortal world to preside over the millennium sacrifice by the emperor of the people.

The High Priest's Mansion does not have any very strong cultivation techniques, and the only thing that can become a inheritance is the control of silk strings. As the emperor of the people, even if he is not good at learning, it is natural for him to play the silk strings handy.

"That's why he doesn't usually use a fixed artifact." The sword spirit looked at the stalemate in front of him lightly, as if he had seen the victory of Jun Madness.

Chaos is the origin of the Six Realms, and Chaos Qi is the strongest thing in the Six Realms, even if a man devours a powerful blood blade formed by devouring many souls and blood, as long as Jun Mad is willing, he can cut it to pieces in an instant.

Using chaotic qi to replace the silk strings, Jun Mad is really bold enough, you must know that if you accidentally injure yourself, the consequences will also be very serious.

Jun Mad seemed to have lost interest in pulling each other, and the man was the same, as soon as he let go of his hand, the shape of the blood blade in his hand collapsed, turning into a large amount of blood and returning to him, the man held his hand again, and the blood-colored long knife took shape again, and a knife slashed towards Jun Mad , and at the same time as this knife, there were countless blood blades.

The man no longer terminated his strength, and a large number of blood blades continued to attack Jun Mad from all directions. It's just that the silk strings in Jun Madness's hand are flying, and the blood blade is only close to the chaotic qi, and it is difficult to maintain even the most basic form.

The avatar on the blood-colored scroll was decreasing, and even the severed finger mutilation had faded a lot, and the man panted and looked at Jun Mad as he spat out a mouthful of blood, licking his lips vigorously, and letting out a grunt of dissatisfaction from his throat.

The man does not admit defeat, and he cannot admit defeat, because once he is ashamed of himself in front of Jun Madant, his behavior of sacrificing the entire Fierce Wind Sand Eagle Clan will become extremely ridiculous, and his whole person will become a big laughing stock in the Six Realms.

But he was a little conceited. In fact, such jokes are not uncommon in the Six Realms, and self-righteousness has long been no longer a joke.

Seeing that he couldn't take any advantage, the man made a desperate bet, while continuing to attack Jun Mad with only bloody blades, and disrupting Jun Mad with a long knife, but unfortunately all of them were completely blocked by the dense defensive line.

What if you don't throw in the towel? The man's last self-confidence was also completely shattered by Jun Madness, he glanced at Jun Madness hatefully, shook his blood-colored long knife and broke it into several sections, and rushed towards Jun Madness. And he, on the other hand, took the opportunity to plan to escape.

Before he could turn around, he felt his whole body move in a suffocation, he was free before he breathed, but now his movement was completely blocked by a few silk strings.

"People always have to pay for what they have done, and you are no exception." Jun Mad shrugged his shoulders with pity, "I didn't want to kill you, but these souls have been woven and repaired and there is still a chance to be reincarnated, so you can't let them all be consumed here." ”

"......No," the man spoke, his voice a little raised and out of tune.

The words of begging for mercy could no longer be spoken, for he felt the world spin around, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were already on his chest.

(End of chapter)