"Xuanyuan Sword!"

It was not until this moment that the warden sensed what kind of weapon Li Lingge was holding in his hand.

“Too many…”

Li Lingge's right hand holding the sword had bulging veins, and spider-web-like blood patterns appeared on the back of his white hand.

The bloody evil energy flowed upstream along the meridians, and wherever it passed, the flesh and blood felt a burning sensation as if it was being corroded.

"Ugh!"

His originally clear eyes were now bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were quickly stained with darkness, eventually turning into a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.

"Li Lingge!"

Yin Shuiyue exclaimed in shock, clearly able to feel the increasingly stronger evil aura coming from him.

But just as she was about to step forward, something strange happened.

Bang!

A blood-colored air wave exploded with Li Lingge as the center. His white clothes instantly turned dark red, and his long hair moved without wind, and every strand of hair was entangled with sticky bloody energy.

The sneer on Gui Ji's face froze, and she clearly saw something wriggling under Li Lingge's skin.

Those were the demonic patterns formed by countless bloody evil energies, spreading madly along his meridians!

Giggling...

A creepy laugh escaped from Li Lingge's throat. He tilted his head and looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand in a weird posture.

The sword body has now completely turned into blood crystal, and the sword edge exudes terrifying pressure.

"kill!"

A hoarse whisper echoed in the Divine Prison. Li Lingge slowly raised his head. Wherever his bloodshot eyes reached, the space shattered like a mirror!

Gui Ji was horrified to find that the shadow under her feet was twisting uncontrollably, as if trying to break free and pounce on the terrifying figure.

"This is impossible..." She stepped back tremblingly, "How could a mere human be able to withstand such a massive blood evil force?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a creepy sound of bones dislocating came from Li Lingge's body.

His back was strangely arched, and two huge tumors bulged on his shoulder blades, as if something was breaking out of his body.

A blood-red beam of light shot up into the sky, piercing through the sky!

In the bloody light, a terrifying Dharma image that reached from heaven to earth was slowly taking shape.

The Ghost Princess looked up at the sky. The Dharma image was over a thousand feet tall, the devil's eyes were wide open, and his body was wrapped in a bloody aura that was as sticky as substance.

"This is--"

"Demon Ancestor Rāhu!" The prison master's slightly trembling voice came from the bronze coffin.

Boom!

The moment the Dharma image appeared, the ground of the entire divine prison sank three feet in an instant!

All the chains on the ancient bronze coffin broke, and Gui Ji fell directly to her knees on the ground, with black blood oozing out of her seven orifices.

Rumble!

The sky of the Divine Prison began to collapse, and sticky bloody evil energy seeped out from countless space cracks.

As soon as those auras came into contact with Rāhu's Dharma image, they were immediately absorbed and transformed, making the Dharma image more solid.

Hahaha……

Li Lingge laughed wildly towards the sky, but his voice turned into overlapping demonic sounds.

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand has been completely demonized, and dense magic patterns appear on the sword.

Luo Hou Dharma Image slowly raised his arms as he moved, and the time in the entire Divine Prison seemed to freeze at this moment.

Gui Ji discovered in despair that she couldn't even move a finger.

The terrifying pressure not only suppressed the body, but also directly affected the soul.

"cut!"

Li Lingge's voice was cold and low, but it resounded throughout the entire Divine Prison like a decree from Heaven!

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light, and the Tongtian Sword Wind suddenly shrank, turning into an extremely bright blood-red sword light, and slashed towards the ancient bronze coffin!

When this sword was chopped down, it seemed as if even the laws of nature had to give way!

Wherever the sword light passed, space was torn apart as easily as thin paper, and dark cracks in the void spread like a spider web.

The laws of the Divine Prison collapsed under this sword, and a gap was cut in the long river of time. Fragments of the past, present, and future were chaotically intertwined in the crack!

The ancient bronze coffin trembled violently, and the ancient runes on the coffin lid flashed wildly, but shattered one after another!

The sound of the runes exploding was like thunder. Every time one broke, a crack appeared in the ancient coffin, and sticky black blood seeped out of the coffin.

"No!"

It was not until this moment that the prison master knew what kind of existence the Ghost Princess had brought back to him.

A deafening roar came from the coffin, and the entire divine prison trembled under this roar!

The moment the blood-red sword light fell, the ancient bronze coffin exploded!

Amidst the sky full of bronze fragments, a towering figure slowly stood up.

He was a tall man wearing heavy black iron armor, the armor was engraved with ancient underworld runes, and each line was flowing with ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp fire.

His face was as pale as a corpse, but his eyes were burning with two balls of scarlet blood. A vertical scar on his forehead opened and closed slightly, and a third pupil could be vaguely seen wriggling under the skin.

The five dry fingers were spread out, and they withstood the blood-red sword light that was capable of destroying the world!

Bang!

The air wave swept over, and Yin Shuiyue tried her best to activate the Nine Yin Holy Body, but her wings of ice and fire were crushed into pieces by the invisible pressure as soon as they spread out!

"Is this the pressure from the Demon Ancestor?"

She raised her head with difficulty and saw that the vertical pupil in the center of the head of Rāhu's Dharma image was slowly opening.

What was reflected in those pupils was the horrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in all the heavens and worlds.

"Do you think you can kill me with this half-baked Rāhu power?!"

The prison warden raised his hand to wipe away the blood marks on his cheek caused by the sword energy. His voice was hoarse and low, as if millions of dead souls were wailing in the abyss at the same time.

But at the moment when Luohou's vertical pupils opened, the cracks on the prison master's face suddenly spread!

Click, click!

From his eyebrows to his jaw, his entire face was suddenly covered with spider-web-like cracks, and dazzling blood light burst out from the cracks.

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