aosh Shen Sect on land and even temporarily turning the land into sea.Although they knew the Sea Clan's purpose, the disciples of Yaoshending, besides rushing out of this barrier, had no other way to...Dao San's answer made Xing Mo's eyebrows furrow slightly.

This answer is essentially saying nothing.

What does it mean to use one's own judgment!

If it were truly up to me to do whatever I wanted, then I would naturally be willing to simply and directly kill Ginger Cloud.

Even though Ginger Cloud is the master of the Blood Dao Realm, under my full-power attack, I can easily kill him.

But if Dao San truly didn't care about Jiang Yun's life or death, then why would he have risked a showdown with Lei Ji Tianzhu in the first place He could have simply allowed Lei Ji Tianzhu to enter the Xue Dao Realm and take Jiang Yun away!

Although Xingmo still held confusion in his heart, he knew that being able to give these four words was already Dao San's limit. If he continued to press, then his position as an envoy would be at its end.

"Yes!"

With no other choice, Xing Mo could only bow his head in agreement and turn around, appearing above the sky of the Blood Dao Realm.

"Boom!"

Just as the demon of punishment appeared, the nine-layered blood tower and the bone dagger finally collided, exploding together in a shower of energy waves that swept outwards in all directions.

However, within the ten-thousand-meter radius where the Xingmo stood, it was as if an invisible barrier existed, preventing these airwaves from getting close.

Jiang Yun naturally also saw Xing Mo, and he was waiting for him, that is, Xing Mo!

After all, Liu Peng and Jin Cunyao's soul imprints are within their bodies. The root of their pain is the Xingmo!

Xing Mo's face still held a faint smile, looking amiable and kind, as if he hadn't seen his hundred subordinates who had just died.

His eyes stared straight at Jiang Yun, as if he were looking at an ant. He said faintly: "Jiang Yun, surrender yourself willingly, and I will spare your life!"

Although his voice was calm, each word he uttered was like a thunderbolt, causing the violently swirling airwaves for miles around to tremble.

When he finished speaking, a boundless wave of energy suddenly shifted direction and rushed towards Ginger Cloud.

All those around, who were originally still in shock at Jiang Yun's strength, shocked that Jiang Yun actually killed a hundred guards with his own hands.

Especially the numerous beings within Taoyuan City, they even faintly felt that choosing to stand on the same front line as Jiang Yun to resist the Dao San Gong, perhaps there was truly a chance of turning things around.

But at this very moment, with the appearance of Xing Mo and the terrifying aura unleashed by his words, their hopes were instantly shattered.

Compared to Jiang Yun, this Xing Mo is more like the true overlord, controlling the Blood Dao Realm and the lives of billions of beings in it!

"Boom!"

The overwhelming gusts of air slammed into Jiang Yun, sending his body reeling backward for dozens of steps before he could finally regain his footing.

Under the forceful suppression, the qi and blood within his body churned restlessly. Jiang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer in them that was unreadable to others.

Although Jiang Yun had raised the cultivation level of this demonic cultivator to the highest possible extent, when he truly came into contact with him, he realized that the other party's strength was beyond his estimation.

Even Lei Ling, if only considering strength, is inferior to Xing Mo!

However, the real reason that light flashed in Ginger Cloud's eyes was because under the opponent's sound attack, his own soul trembled.

Furthermore, with the imprints of Liu Peng and Jin Cunyao's souls added, Jiang Yun became even more aware that this Xing Mo possessed a unique ability to influence other people's souls.

Any creature, without exception, must have both a physical body and a soul!

During his nearly thirty years of cultivation, Jiang Yun came into contact with all sorts of races and all sorts of magical arts.

For cultivators, including Jiang Yun himself, could both search the soul and directly kill another person's soul.

But someone like Xing Mo, with just a few simple characters, could actually affect another person's soul and even leave a mark on it. This was the first time Jiang Yun had ever encountered such a thing.

After realizing this, Ginger Cloud naturally increased his attention to the Demon of Punishment.

Xing Mo, he was absolutely the strongest opponent he'd ever faced in his life.

Although Ginger Cloud had several thoughts flash through his mind in an instant, there was no trace of it on his face. “One sentence, and you want me to surrender Lord Commander, you underestimate me too much!”

Jiang Yun's answer made Xing Mo chuckle and shake his head. "You got it wrong, it's not that I look down on you, it's that you simply don't register in my eyes!"

"Even if you obtained the Bloodflow Succession and became the temporary master of this Blood Dao Realm, don't forget that this is a prison of the Dao. You, until death, can only be a prisoner beneath."

As soon as the words left his mouth, nine black swords suddenly appeared beside Xing Mo, arranged in a pin shape. Each sword emanated an overwhelming aura of killing and a thick stench of blood!

"Go!"

With a wave of the Demon King's hand, one black sword suddenly transformed into a beam of darkness and shot straight towards Ginger Cloud.

And as it flew, a black mist appeared on the Black Sword, faintly visible within which was a blurred humanoid figure.

"Blade Soul"

Jiang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't look at the black sword flying towards him. Instead, he looked at the other eight black swords.

These nine swords, in terms of both shape and size, are almost identical.

Since a sword now carries a spirit, could it be that the other eight swords have all also given birth to their own spirits

Just at this moment, the black sword was only ten zhang away from Jiang Yun, allowing him to clearly see the figure within the black mist. It was none other than Xing Mo himself.

If a sword spirit is an embodiment of one's own image, then it is also simultaneously one's spiritual path.

This is also a common occurrence in sword cultivation.

But, if the eight swords beside Xing Mo also possess sword spirits, wouldn't those sword spirits also be Xing Mo himself

"This is impossible!"

Unable to shake the strange thought that had arisen within him, Jiang Yun shook his head and chuckled wryly. As he raised his palm, a golden thunderbolt suddenly appeared from the void, heading straight for the black sword.

"Boom!"

The golden lightning struck the black sword directly, instantly shattering it to pieces.

Even the sword spirit atop it and the black mist surrounding it all exploded, spreading through the sky.

This made Ginger Cloud's eyebrows furrow involuntarily. How could this black sword be so weak!

Before his thoughts could even finish turning, nine black swords appeared within the exploding black mist. These were slightly shorter than the previous black swords!

Above the nine black swords, there was also a團 of black mist. Inside the mist, there was another sword spirit that looked exactly like Xing Mo!

Jiang Yun's eyes widened in shock, almost making him disbelieve his own sight.

The black sword exploded, splitting into nine. He wasn't surprised, he was shocked that all nine sword spirits were the execution demon himself. Doesn't this mean the execution demon has nine Dao Spirits!

Even today, I would need three more of myself!

Just now, an idea I thought was impossible is right here in front of me.

Moreover, this is just one sword. Around the body of the Xíng Mó deity, there are also eight black swords circling.

If those eight black swords were the same, then this Xing Mo, wouldn't it possess ninety-nine eighty-one Dao Spirits!

"This...is even more impossible!"

Faced with nine black swords charging towards him, Jiang Yun didn't have time to think too much. He once again reached into the void and grabbed nine golden thunders, throwing them at the nine black swords.

"Boom boom boom!"

Nine roars shook the sky almost simultaneously, nine bolts of heavenly lightning all slammed down onto a black sword.

And Jiang Yun was struck like lightning, his eyes glazed over as he stared blankly at what lay before him.—

Eighty-one black swords, eighty-one sword spirits…

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