Doutian passes through the layers of flower and tree guards and stands at the gate of the courtyard, frowning slightly.

Looking up, the withered grass of several meters in the courtyard blocked doutian's sight. There was no life in the courtyard, and it was desolate. Inside and outside the courtyard, it was like two worlds.

Is this really the residence of Hunyuan Zhansheng?

Pushing open the wooden door, doutian went in. A stone road led to the hall of the courtyard. As soon as he stepped on the stone road, doutian felt a strong sense of killing.

Then, he seems to see a bloody scene, a man standing on the top of the mountain, back to the common people, flying wildly, the great back gives a strong pressure.

Take a closer look, the mountain under his feet is actually made of countless corpses.

"How many people have to be killed."

Doutian's pupils shrink and his lips tremble. It's terrible.

Suddenly, the man with his back turned his head slowly. Doutian held his breath and wanted to see the real face of the figure clearly.

However, the man has not completely turned his head, just a side face, doutian can clearly see, his mouth with a strange arc.

"Poof!"

Before he could see the man's real face clearly, doutian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and woke up.

"What just happened?"

Dou Tian shakes his head and feels a headache. He forces himself to calm down. Looking at the tightly closed door, he takes a deep breath and goes in.

With a creak, the wooden door opened, and a bloody wind swept from the house. The wind was mixed with the air of ice frozen into the bone marrow. Doutian's body suddenly stagnated in the same place, and his body kept shaking.

"It's so cold!"

Doutian shivered all over, his teeth kept fighting, and his body was frozen into a layer of ice.

In an instant, two rays of light, one black and one gold, burst out from the fighting celestial body, the soul of hell and God was suspended above his head, and the soul of heaven, gold and fire burned all over his body from the inside out.

The ice melted in an instant, and a warm feeling swept doutian's whole body.

When Dou Tian came to his senses, his eyes suddenly fell on a black stone in the hall. A bloody sword was on the top of the black stone.

Around the blood colored sword, there are wisps of blood colored fog. Dou Tian suddenly realized that the vision he had seen before was made by the blood colored sword.

"What a terrible holy instrument."

Dou Tian took a deep breath. There was a trace of greed in his eyes, but he soon regained his peace. This sword can create illusions. How can it be simple.

However, he was not willing to give up when he had come here.

"Try it first, and I'll leave in case anything goes wrong."

Doutian was determined in his heart, and then walked step by step towards the bloody sword.

Three feet away from the bloody long sword, doutian saw two characters carved on the top of the sword - Shura!

"Shura sword?"

Doutian was surprised. Why did Shura mean it? He knew it very well. It was the pronoun of killing and blood.

Just from the name of doutian, we can see the horror of this Shura holy sword. When we think of the scene we saw before, doutian can't help shivering and hesitated.

"Well, it's not necessarily a good thing to get this sword."

Doutian sighed and turned to leave.

At this time, however, a sudden change occurred. Suddenly, the Shura holy sword sent out a halo of blood, which spread all over doutian. The God of doutian trembled, and his body seemed to be out of control. He turned and stretched out his right hand to grasp the Shura holy sword.

Doutian's face was ferocious and his eyes were red. He wanted to get rid of the shackles. His right hand kept shaking, but he finally stopped.

The Shura holy sword seems to feel the struggle of doutian, and the blood mist is rich again. It wants to conquer doutian completely.

"Sword, after all, is just a dead thing. How can I doutian be controlled by you?"

Doutian sneers. Suddenly, the ghost of hell god and the spirit of Tianjin Fire appear at the same time, and the two great soul forces roll towards the Shura holy sword.

Hoo Hoo!

There was a strong wind in the room. Strangely enough, the spirit of hell was constantly pumping out the bloody fog from Shura's holy sword. It was like a dragon absorbing water. The speed was amazing.

The Shura holy sword seemed to see something terrible and began to shake wildly. Unfortunately, doutian would not give it any chance to continue to extract its blood mist.

Almost half a cup of tea later, Dou Tian finally saw that the Shura sword stopped struggling. His whole body was as red as blood. Compared with just now, he was less fierce and fierce, only the spirit of killing was still there.

"Pa!"

After half a sound, Dou Tian grabbed the Shura sword in his hand, squinted and said: "the sword is a good sword. It's a pity to destroy it. It's just that I still lack a weapon to take advantage of."

Then he held the Shura sword, took a sword flower, and roared out the sword breath. Then the whole courtyard collapsed suddenly.

"What is it?"

Doutian was completely in the same place. He never thought that the Shura holy sword was so powerful. Only a little soul power could be mobilized to have such power. It is estimated that only the holy weapon can have such power.In the heart of fighting heaven, the spirit of hell can suppress Shura holy sword, and his fear of Shura holy sword disappears completely.

Suddenly, doutian's remaining light sweeps at the black stone, only to find that there is a broken book under the black stone.

Once I took a look at the book, Dou Tian's eyes lit up, and then I couldn't wait to open the book, which turned out to be a war skill.

At a glance, there are three sword moves, but there is no written description, only a few pictures.

However, doutian was not disappointed. His mind moved the atlas of the God of war in the elixir field. Suddenly, the pictures seemed to come to life in an instant, and there was a virtual shadow in doutian's eyes.

Doutian's body also moved after half a sound. He danced with the shadow and entered a state of selflessness.

As time goes by, I don't know how long it takes, but the little witch on the lake bank is a little anxious.

"What is Lao San doing? It can't be Zhongxie. After dancing for a month, did he really get the inheritance of Hunyuan Zhansheng?"

The fat man turned his mouth. They wanted to wake up doutian, but they couldn't bear the terrible gravity in the lake.

"Look at this, it should be practicing a kind of war skill and entering the realm of selflessness."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes with envy.

"But we don't come here for nothing. Now when I meet that Hu Jue, I'm sure I don't know his parents."

The fat man said fiercely.

In a month, they all broke through to the Ninth level of Yuanying battle realm, and Lin Feng was only one step away from the peak of Yuanying battle realm.

"We don't want to waste time either. Before he wakes up, I'll break through the peak of Yuanying battle."

Lin Feng left a word and jumped into the lake again.

After a few days, doutian finally stopped on the central island, and the way was:

"one sword is more powerful than the other, and one sword is more powerful than the other. Unfortunately, I only understood the blood killing of the first sword, but the killing of the second sword and the killing of the third sword are so mysterious that I can only roughly simulate their tracks. It is estimated that even the strong in the battle field may not be able to lead Wu, but this first sword is enough to make me proud of Yuan Ying's fighting way. "

Doutian took a deep breath, and a satisfied look flashed in his eyes. Then he looked up at the little witch in the distance, and said:

"autumn hunting in Yanbei Imperial City, I have come to doutian."