This made Zong Tianming vaguely feel that these two might have some connection with Lan Hong Wuming, one of the city god ghost messengers in the legend of Earth.

But all of this is just speculation, and on Earth these are just legends.

But here, it really exists.

Two lifeless ones, one blue and one red, one crying and one laughing, one yin and one yang,

It represents that blue and red have no life, crying and laughing have no life, and yin and yang have no life.

With the joint efforts, it will not be a problem to capture the Great Saint Lord who is at the peak of the third transformation.

Lan and Hong Wuming each let out an evil smile or cried.

Then, each sword demon threw out a soul-locking chain in front of and behind him.

They grabbed each other and used the soul-locking chain to fight against each other.

With a strong pull, the sword demon was locked.

The Holy Soul was suppressed in an instant, and most of its power was reduced.

Then, two mourning sticks, one blue and one red, smashed towards his head at the same time.

These two sticks are not like the Holy Drinking Sword, which triggers all kinds of terrifying strange phenomena.

But it's just ordinary.

But it also contains the power of destiny.

It even made the Sword Demon feel a sense of crisis of falling.

"Lan Hong Wu Ming, Soul Locker?"

"That's all I think!"

"It's not that easy to kill me, the Sword Demon!"

The Sword Demon was not afraid at all, but became even more ferocious.

When two mourning sticks were about to fall on your head.

The infinite sword intent appeared out of thin air again.

"Nine Sword Drawing Styles, First Sword!"

The Drinking Saint Sword soared into the sky, drawing the simplest and most plain horizontal sword stroke.

At the same time, the mysterious mourning sticks were set aside.

In the void, a number of sword-like mandalas were drawn out.

These sword energy mandalas grow stronger with every rotation.

In the end, it turned into a mandala blade grinding wheel and crushed Lan Hong Wuming.

“Bold!”

The two ghost generals shouted at the same time.

This demon with a drawn sword is truly audacious and presumptuous. If he didn't have some strength, how could he dare to so arrogantly threaten to slaughter all the Holy Lords who came here?

The soul-binding chains in their hands did not loosen.

He simply pulled out the mourning stick and smashed it towards the mandala blade grinding wheels.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Muffled sounds echoed in the sky.

It was accompanied by a surge of holy power colliding, as violent as a torrential rain, sweeping everywhere.

This was the powerful holy power emanating from the Sword Demon's sword style under the blow of the mourning stick.

The Drinking Saint Sword is originally a sword that can ward off evil spirits and devour ghosts and saints. It is notorious in the world of strange things.

The holy power contained therein is truly endless.

At this moment, facing the mourning stick, the dissipated holy power was like a wave.

It also contained a lot of Lan Hong Wu Ming's fate power, which all impacted the Wansheng Tower together.

"Nine Sword Drawing Styles, Second Style!"

I watched as the mandala blades and grinding wheels were smashed to pieces.

The Sword Demon was not annoyed. He glanced at the Wansheng Tower and instead showed an unfathomable smile.

Slowly he performed the second move again!

The horizontal sword turned into a vertical chop, splitting one into two, two into four...

Finally, it turned into billions of swords, carrying billions of tons of power, and fell down!