Chapter 363 Netherworld Bone Mirror

Song Tianming's mind moved, and the sky was covered with dark clouds and flashes of lightning, as if the whole world changed color.

Song Tianming used the seal of the infinite immortal calamity in the cave to successfully summon the thunder. These thunders and lightnings containing the wrath of nature, like the sword of judgment of the gods, cut through the sky and hit the ancient ancestor of the Jian family directly.

Every lightning fell, accompanied by a deafening roar, shocking everyone present.

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family, as a strong man in the ancient times, although now only showed a shadow fragment, its power should not be underestimated.

Facing Song Tianming's fierce offensive, the fragment of the ancient ancestor of the Jian family, a great cultivator in the heavenly realm, did not retreat, but aroused a stronger fighting spirit.

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family was seen to be unpredictable, sometimes turning into nothingness to avoid the bombardment of thunder, and sometimes condensing into a solid body to launch a counterattack. Every time he attacked, he carried the power to destroy the world.

With the help of the power of heavenly thunder, Song Tianming's spiritual power and demonic energy reached an unprecedented state of fusion. He took a deep breath, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Song Tianming made seals with his hands, chanted something, and performed the forbidden technique of thunder, the Nine Heavens Thunder Prison!

With a low shout from Song Tianming, the sky darkened instantly, with dark clouds and flashing lightning, as if the whole world was caught in a terrifying thunderstorm.

Countless thick lightning bolts poured down from the clouds, converging into a huge thunder prison, covering the Jian family and the looming figure of the Jian family's ancient ancestor.

In the thunder prison, lightning and thunder intertwined to form an impenetrable electric grid. Each lightning bolt contained destructive power, enough to turn any living creature into ashes.

"Humph, a mere heavenly thunder, you want to hurt me?" The ancient ancestor of the Jian family snorted coldly, then made seals with his hands, chanted something, and an ancient and mysterious breath emanated from his body.

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family suddenly waved his hand, and the sky suddenly changed. The raging thunder and lightning were pulled by an invisible force, and turned to attack Song Tianming.

Seeing this, Song Tianming looked solemn, but he did not retreat. He knew that facing such an opponent, only by going all out could he have a chance of survival.

Song Tianming quickly adjusted his breathing, and the spiritual power and demonic energy in his body surged wildly. The feathered Taoist robe was even more radiant, as if thousands of wings were spreading behind him and ready to fly.

"Feathered sky, invulnerable to all methods!" Song Tianming shouted in a low voice, and his figure instantly turned into a stream of light, shuttling between thunder and lightning, with a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

At the same time, Song Tianming formed seals with both hands, attracted the vitality of heaven and earth, and displayed the supreme mystery of the Qinglian sword technique, the Qinglian Holy Domain.

A huge green lotus slowly bloomed above his head. Above the green lotus, there was a radiant light, and a fresh and refined breath spread out, dispelling the lightning and darkness around him one by one.

This green lotus holy land not only protected Song Tianming's body, but also elevated his swordsmanship to a new level. Every time the sword was swung, it seemed as if a green lotus bloomed. Wherever the sword light passed, everything grew and was full of vitality.

Seeing this, the ancient ancestor of the Jian family flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that Song Tianming could comprehend such a profound swordsmanship in such a desperate situation.

But he was an ancient strongman after all, how could he easily admit defeat.

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family snorted coldly and launched an offensive again. This time, he swept the symbol and directly evolved his own life-giving magic weapon-the Netherworld Ancient Mirror.

This Netherworld Ancient Mirror is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Jian family. It is said that it can reflect the deepest fear and desire in people's hearts, and magnify it infinitely, making people fall into endless despair.

At this moment, the ancient mirror was hanging in the air, with a strange light flowing on the mirror, as if it could devour people's souls.

"The Netherworld Mirror reflects all hopelessness!"

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family roared, and the Netherworld Ancient Mirror suddenly shot out a dark beam of light, heading straight for Song Tianming.

This beam of light contained endless fear and despair, as if it could penetrate people's will and make them completely collapse.

However, Song Tianming was not affected by this beam of light.

Song Tianming took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, and the spiritual power and demonic energy in his body intertwined into a powerful force, rushing straight into the sky.

Song Tianming suddenly swung his sword, the sword light was like a dragon, and it collided violently with the dark beam of light in the air, bursting out a dazzling light.

"The sword heart is clear, fearless!" Song Tianming shouted, and his swordsmanship reached an unprecedented level at this moment.

The sword light and the beam of light continued to intertwine and collide, and finally, in a deafening roar, the dark beam of light was completely defeated, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

When the Jian family ancestor saw that the Netherworld Ancient Mirror did not work, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The Jian family ancestor knew that he had to go all out when facing an opponent like Song Tianming.

So, the Jian family ancestor took a deep breath, and it seemed that the ancient blood in his body was boiling, and a powerful force surged out of his body.

The Jian family ancestor roared, and his figure suddenly expanded several times, surrounded by a rich dark light, like a demon god walking out of hell.

The Jian family ancestor waved his hands, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color. A force that destroyed the world condensed in his hands. It was a black sphere made of pure energy, containing a terrifying power that could destroy everything.

"Netherworld Destroying Sphere!" The Jian family ancestor roared, and the black sphere instantly flew out of his hand, with a whistling sound that cut through the void, and rushed straight to Song Tianming.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be solidified by this power, and everyone felt the threat of death.

However, Song Tianming was not frightened by this force. He knew that in the face of such an attack, it was useless to escape. Only by confronting it head-on could he have a chance of survival.

Song Tianming took a deep breath, and the spiritual power and demonic energy in his body surged wildly, as if to burst him.

"Feathering and ascending, sword pointing to the sky!" Song Tianming shouted in a low voice, and his figure suddenly rose, as if to break free from the shackles of gravity and rush straight into the sky.

At the same time, the Devouring Demon Sword in Song Tianming's hand also burst out with unprecedented light, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the black sphere.

"Blue Lotus Sword Song, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!" With Song Tianming's roar, the spiritual power and demonic energy in his body seemed to find an outlet, turning into countless sword lights, with him as the center, shooting out in all directions.

These sword lights intertwined and collided in the air, and finally gathered into a huge sword dragon, with the might of destroying the world, and slammed into the netherworld annihilation ball fiercely.

The two forces collided violently in the air, bursting out dazzling light and deafening roar.

The whole space seemed to tremble under the impact of this force, as if it would collapse at any time.

However, at the center of this force, Song Tianming and the ancient ancestor of the Jian family stood like two unshakable mountains.

"Hmph, a mere junior dares to compete with me!" The ancient ancestor of the Jian family snorted coldly, and he obviously underestimated Song Tianming's strength.

The ancient ancestor of the Jian family once again urged the power in his body, preparing to launch a more fierce attack.

However, Song Tianming did not give him this opportunity. He knew that if he wanted to defeat the ancient ancestor of the Jian family, he had to find his flaws.

So, Song Tianming resisted the attack of the ancient ancestor of the Jian family while carefully observing his movements and breath.