A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A few days later.

The blood gun general Hei Loushan and other Jindan monks silently stared at the person on the mountain.

This is an old man with gray hair.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his hair was gray and messy, hanging messily behind him. Just looking at it with his eyes without using his consciousness, a strong sense of fatigue appeared on his body.

He is indeed an old man.

Many blood clouds are riding in the heart.

Even for Jindan monks, this is the age when they are entering their twilight years. They are no longer young and no longer in peak condition.

"Do we have any other way?"

Someone was extremely depressed and asked in a lowered voice.

It feels uncomfortable to have most of the goals that have been pursued for hundreds of years, and that have been through life and death countless times, disappear in an instant.

Although the golden elixir monk had a firm mind, he was shaken at this time.

"No."

The blood gun lowered Hei Loushan's head and stared at the blood gun in his hand, and said calmly: "This is when we are closest to Yuanying. The Hei family, the Yin family, the Da Ri Sect, and the Da Ri Sword Sect will not accept us and give us Yuan Ying." Baby chance.”

The people around him were silent.

"Tushan Sword Cultivator..."

Someone whispered.

Many people's thoughts changed.

A lot of information about Tushan Immortal City came to mind. Ever since he escaped from the Yuanying monks, he was no longer an unknown person.

It is said that he opened a wide range of immortal roads in Tushan Immortal City, and vigorously supported scattered cultivators in various places regardless of his surname.

"No, no, he is strong, but he doesn't have the opportunity to be a Nascent Soul."

"They will not accept us. There is no trust between them. If they are promoted to Nascent Soul, they may not keep their promises."

Before anyone else could speak, the person who spoke out sighed in a low voice.

It's not good to bleed. It's not good at all. At least for now, it seems to be reputable and emotional.

the only worry,

If one cannot be promoted to Nascent Soul, the credibility of the incompetent, the feelings of the incompetent, and the reputation of the incompetent are all worth mentioning.

Click...

For a few quarters of an hour, there was the sound of blood lotus seeds blooming again.

The lotus clothes were broken, revealing a naked person, the size of a thumb, with handsome appearance and translucent skin.

It is the second general of Xueyun, the bloody-handed demon Li Tu!

"Brother?"

Li Tu's eyes were confused.

"I'm still alive? How is this possible?"

His last memory was the incomparable pain of his soul and body being shattered, and he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it.

His hazy eyes gradually became clear, and he looked at the person in front of him.

There are wrinkles everywhere, the hair is gray, and there is a unique odor, the stench of physical aging, and it is not just two hundred years that have been lost.

"Brother?!!"

Li Tu was shocked and asked with a trembling voice: "Why are you like this? Why are you like this?!"

"Second brother, don't worry about this now."

Xue Liuyun smiled and said nonchalantly: "It depends on how your consciousness is."

As he spoke, blood clouds of legal intent had already surged up, wrapping the little lotus seed figure the size of a thumb, ready to suppress it immediately if something went wrong.

Of course, this is just in case.

He didn't think that after being separated by such a long distance, after experiencing two resurrections of blood lotus seeds, and the shattering and reunification of soul and body, there would be any obligations left.

Li Tu followed suit subconsciously.

After a moment, his face became extremely ugly, and his confused eyes turned into fear and disbelief again.

"It's still there, big brother, it's still there!"

"Sword Intent!"

Li Tu panicked, like a child, trembling: "What exactly is this sword intention? Why hasn't it disappeared yet? Why!"

"Let go of the sea of ​​consciousness!"

Xue Liuyun shouted angrily, his eyes became crazy again, he could hardly help but rush towards the direction of Disciple Peak and kill there desperately.

If you die, die, if you live, live!

Don't care about anything!

Divine consciousness poured into Li Tu's sea of ​​consciousness, searching bit by bit.

In the bright red sea of ​​consciousness space, this is a common sight in the sea of ​​consciousness of blood monks. At the core of the sea of ​​consciousness, Li Tu's weak and translucent soul huddled on the ground, trembling constantly.

There was a faint sword mark engraved on his eyebrows.

This sword mark carries the aura of the Soul-Destroying Technique. Although the aura is extremely weak, weaker than the aura of weeds, it is firmly embedded in the core of Li Tu's soul, almost integrated with it.

Any force that wants to destroy it must first destroy Li Tu's soul!

Moreover, symbiosis is not the end.

With the help of the soul, it will absorb the power of the sea of ​​consciousness to restore itself little by little. When it accumulates enough, it will immediately turn into a sharp blade to kill the soul again, and it will never stop.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan sword cultivator!"

"It's too much!"

Xue Liuyun's Dharma intention and spiritual consciousness were tested, but to no avail. His eyes became blood red and he became insane.

"Brother! Stop!"

"don't want!"

Li Tu, the demon with bloody hands, was startled and said anxiously: "I will die if I die. Don't go looking for him! You might..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but everyone around them understood them.

In terms of personal strength alone, their world-famous general is probably no match for him.

The blood gun flashed the fear in Heiloushan's eyes.

With just a wisp of sword intent, he can continuously kill the resurrected bloody-handed demons. If he were to face them, escaping would be a luxury.

Not to mention, this person is not as upright as Yuanying Ancestor, but is extremely cunning and has no face or grace of a sword cultivator.

In terms of danger, it might be even more terrifying.

"I know."

Xue Liuyun took a deep breath and managed to calm down.

Over the years, I have encountered many invincible people. No matter how angry or murderous, even if the whole clan is dead, we must firmly restrain it.

Otherwise, die.

"There is still a way."

Xue Liuyun's thoughts were spinning, and he quickly thought of a way: "I will seal this sword intention first to slow down the speed at which it absorbs the power of the soul. It will not explode for at least twenty or thirty years."

"Don't panic, there will be a solution in the future."

…

"The sword sense is a little weaker...it's still there."

Jiang Ding hid his figure and flew in the sky.

In the perception of the soul, a small dot is moving away from the Disciple Peak, deliberately going around in circles, trying to hide and avoid it.

Useless.

He only focused on staying away from Disciple Feng, but he actually got closer to him.

"Not urgent."

"In terms of mythical stories, is this a doom yet to come?"

Jiang Ding thought about it and found it interesting.

The world is so complicated. Even if there is murderous intent, it is not the time for the bloody-handed demon to die yet.

Since he successfully escaped, it means he has strength or luck and is not a weak ant.

That's useful.

People like the bloody-handed demon Li Tu can shake the corrupt rule of the Beiyuan family. In the future, he will destroy all enemies, take over the entire world, and collect the resources of the entire world to build a super mothership. This will have certain benefits and can add one or two ten thousandths to his success. Rate.

Don't look at it as a small effect.

The accumulation of soil makes a mountain, but without accumulation of steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles.

The accumulation of small factors can eventually converge into a turbulent river, destroying the decay of the entire world, and allowing his path and the world to be reborn.