The Nether Dagger raised the Black Knife in his hand, and a series of shrill screams came from the island in the distance, endlessly. Looking at the sound, I saw black air flying out of the body of the monks on the outermost circle on the island, like wolf smoke rising, soaring into the sky, and in an instant, they all flew into the Black Knife of Death.

When the screams stopped and the black air stopped, I saw that the monks on the outermost side of the island were all dead, and their skin and bones seemed to have been sucked dry, which was extremely terrifying.

Looking at the Black Knife in Ming Dao's hand, it seemed like a death star fell into this world. The energy was terrible and was about to explode at any time.

"You are..." Chen Weiming was shocked. This sword was not only the power of the Nether Sword, but also the life power of those dead cultivators. Even if he was not clear about the situation of this move, Chen Weiming could conclude that from the perspective of the cultivation world, this is an absolute evil technique and is not tolerated by the world.

"This is a magical power in the sacrifice, the path of death!" Ming Dao said slowly: "The power of sacrifice is to activate the power of death to another extreme."

"These prisoners are the elites of the empire, the remnants of the Heavenly Fa Sect, and the stubborn elements who resisted me among all forces. As for the ones in the middle, I don't need to introduce them."

"This war must be divided into life and death, otherwise the result I want will come into being! I divided this group of prisoners into ten parts, and each knife sacrifice will kill a part of them. A total of ten swords will be ten swords. After ten swords, no one of the prisoners on the island will die."

Chen Weiming was shocked and yelled: "Ming Dao, you are crazy!"

"I'm crazy!" Ming Dao also responded loudly: "When I think of my ambitions, I'll be submerged in the long river of history, and when I think of all my dreams being bound in this world, I'll be crazy."

"Especially here!" Ming Dao pointed at the Immortal Platform and shouted loudly: "Do you think I invited you here to fight just to force you to understand the Flying Immortal Sword?"

"Do you understand the mentality of standing in front of the door of dreams? That is, that is torture. Being crazy for being crazy by being tormented. I can no longer control what is in my heart."

"Chen Weiming, from now on, you still have ten swords, no, it should be the chance of Nine swords. If you want to save them, you only have two choices. Kill me within the time of Nine swords, or slash out the Flying Immortal Sword within the time of Nine swords."

"Don't do anything about them, or I'll kill them in advance."

Chen Weiming's eyes were bloodshot: "Ming Dao, don't force me!"

"I'm just a lunatic!"

The Black Knife shouted loudly, and the Black Knife in her hand fell from the sky, carrying the power of life sucked by sacrifice, which was extremely terrifying.

As the roared, there were black lightnings wherever the sword light passed, as if thunder was furious, venting the will of the Nether Sword.

"ah!"

Chen Weiming also roared and slashed out with a sword. This sword had no moves or magical powers, but simply gathered all the power on the sword edge. The violent energy strike represented his inner anger.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the power of the creature condensed by the sacrifice sword made the power to an unimaginable level. Not to mention others, I am afraid that even the evil spirit Taoist king will not be able to treat it at will.

Chen Weiming's attack was defeated in an instant, his sword shattered, and his whole person was bombarded into the bottom of the sea.

With the loud noises, everyone could hear the roar of the earth. The seas around the immortal platform were so deep that the Nether Dao cut Chen Weiming into the depths of the sea, and even burst out a huge pit at the bottom of the sea, which was thousands of miles away, and it set off endless waves, turning into the largest tsunami and heading towards all directions.

"Crazy!"

Everyone was amazed that no monk dared to continue to watch the battle calmly, and each used his magical powers to retreat quickly. Some people who had insufficient cultivation would be submerged by the tsunami in an instant, either dead or injured.

In this way, both of them are crazy.

"ah!"

Chen Weiming stood at the bottom of the pit and roared, roared to the sky, and burst into flames of energy, blocking all the sea water flooded from all directions.

Looking up, you can see the Nether Knife that seemed to be infinity, standing on the top of the immortal platform, looking down, as if looking down at the earth.

"Second knife!"

It seemed as if the sound of urging came, as if it came from the Nine Nether Abyss.

The Nether Knife, who was standing on the top of the immortal platform, raised the Black Knife of Death again. There was another shrill scream on the island. The lives of more than 100,000 monks were sacrificed and turned into the power of living things. The lingering black smoke rushed up and poured into the Black Knife of Death.

Although the number of people was smaller than the previous one, the monks who sacrificed this time had a deeper cultivation, stronger strength, and stronger life power. As soon as the sword light was completed, he felt a terrifying aura descending from the sky, pressing the rolling sea water, like mountains pressing on Chen Weiming.

A crack sound came, and his feet began to slowly sink into the earth's crust.

With a breath, the second sword fell from the sky, as if to smash the earth and move forward.

"ah!"

Chen Weiming shouted loudly, pinched the talisman seal with his hand, cast the song of the Green Lotus Sword again, and turned into the Galaxy Sword and rushed towards the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A scene that surprised everyone appeared. The green lotus sword song rose into the sky, but after less than a breath before the sacrifice of the sword, it was instantly cut. The green lotus petals fell from the sky and spread in all directions.

The Qinglian Jiange, known as invincible, was defeated by this terrifying sacrifice knife. He drove straight in and directly hit Chen Weiming. In an instant, a chasm that reached thousands of meters deep in the depths of the vast sea was drawn, as if it were nine abyss.

"The third knife..."

"The fourth knife..."

The Nether Dao seemed to have really become a madman who had lost his mind. He did not consider Chen Weiming's life or death. He slashed one after another, becoming stronger and stronger, extremely terrifying.

The power of sacrifice turned into death. If Chen Weiming had not adapted to the aura of death, he would have died long ago.

The Nether Sword at this moment was really too strong. If the nearly unreasonable energy bombardment was given enough biological power to sacrifice, even the evil spirit Taoist king would not dare to say that he could win him firmly.

With one knife, Chen Weiming's clothes were shattered, and his body was covered with bruises, almost. The wounds were covered with blood, which was extremely terrifying.

But what made Chen Weiming even more terrifying was that he had no idea how to resolve the situation in front of him. Relying on the Tianyan Catalogue, he could withstand the death energy of this sword, but he had no chance to fight back.

With the character of Ming Dao, he will never stop. Once the ninth knife is cut, he will definitely use the tenth knife without hesitation.

But I can do nothing but watch things get worse step by step.

The sixth knife, the seventh knife, the eighth knife...

Clean and neat, without hesitation, the Nether Knife finally condensed the ninth Knife.

The mountains and thunders, the black light is layered, and the aura of death is vast.

The figure on the immortal platform is like a demon god, and is about to open up the world. It will not be continued.

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Chapter completed!