Begin immortality by slaying demons

at this time.

Shen Yi looked down at the figure coming from below.

The mysterious light seemed to have no effect on it.

The golden patterns on his cassock flickered slightly, and then he raised his hand lightly.

The fingers are slightly spread.

This action, which was extremely ordinary in the eyes of others, made Yi Daohong's pupils shrink.

The young man's palm appeared in an extremely clever position.

The next moment, Yi Daohong bumped into him as if he had thrown himself into a trap, and his head was tightly clasped by those five fingers.

"Thousand-Change Demon-Suppressing Sword!"

Yi Daohong felt the terrifying force coming from above his head and couldn't break free for a moment, so he had to shout loudly!

In an instant, dense golden light enveloped the young man.

Every ray of light carries the sharpness that can cut through everything in the world.

They are intertwined with each other.

Seal Shen Yi in it, and then chop it off at the same time!

Then they all melted into the slightly rippling black gold-patterned robe.

Shen Yi stared at the old man in his palm.

The darkness in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he softly uttered one word: "Behead."

At the same time, continuous thunder suddenly sounded in the already turbid and dark sky!

Green and red colors spread.

The straight blade of the magic sword emerged from the clouds.

The black evil thunder rolled like a giant dragon.

Then it fell suddenly and penetrated Yi Daohong's body.

When the wind calmed down and the thunder subsided, Shen Yi released his palms and watched the old man fall to the ground, his mysterious robe shattered, and his body gradually turned into dots of spiritual light that slowly dissipated in the air.

The spiritual energy that became stronger instantly made everyone fall into a daze.

Shen Yi rubbed off the dried and burnt blood on her fingertips, raised her eyes and glanced at the blue and white flowers: "Leave no one behind."

The next moment, everyone saw the Dharma Image suddenly swooping towards the ground. The Nether Dragon and the Golden Dragon attacked respectively, cruelly harvesting the lives of the Xuanguang Cave monks.

Someone who finally escaped was knocked back by a six-foot-tall golden body.

"Kill! Kill! Don't stay!"

The ancestor of the Martial Temple beat his chest excitedly, chased after the monk, and smashed his fists like a violent storm.

"..."

Everyone in the Xu family lost the excitement just now, and all stared at the sky in astonishment.

They haven't been out for many years.

They had only seen such techniques that could change the color of heaven and earth in books.

For a moment, I felt incredibly dazed.

The person who performed this technique looked like he was in trouble before, standing at the door of the Xu family, polite and gentle.

The old woman stood at the front of the crowd.

Staring at Shen Yi with a complicated expression.

It was hard for her to imagine that what she once thought was a young man's arrogant words turned out to be the result of the other person being humble.

With such ability, there is no need to be born in order to know who the other party is. Just one or two more times like today's scene, even if the Xu family cannot escape from the world, they will probably know Shen Yi's name.

The only thing the old woman couldn't figure out was...how could such a strong man find it difficult to escape to the Xu family.

Could it be that he was deliberately giving the Xu family a step up?

She looked at the unexperienced expressions of the tribesmen around her, and waved her hand to remove the magic circle above her head.

As long as Shen Yi is still hanging in the sky, there will definitely be a place for the Xu family in this world.

In an instant, two figures flew from the sky.

Ah Qing slammed into her father's arms, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears: "Qing'er knows she was wrong..."

Xu Hongde looked away from the sky with some reluctance, and patted Ah Qing on the head: "You are right, you have found a big backer for the Xu family."

Obviously, Shen Yi's action of beheading Yi Daohong had left an indelible impression on everyone's hearts.

Naturally, Miao Qinghui was included.

"..."

She took back the mysterious tower and stared at the young man in front of her.

I was so shocked that I was speechless for a while.

I want to get angry but I can't let it go.

The other party killed a monk in the late stage of divine transformation without giving Wutong Mountain any face.

This is a huge mistake, and it carries a very strong sense of provocation.

But...the problem is that the action is too crisp and clear, and the thing done is too shocking.

The proficiency of this technique reminded her of Senior Brother Nie inexplicably.

Even the technique itself has some similarities with the Shenxiao True Thunder Sword Technique. Coupled with the same killing power, there is such a coincidence in the world.

The only difference is that the other party's cultivation level is far different from Nie Jun's.

If Yi Daohong hadn't chosen to attack instead of casting a spell to resist, this evil sword technique would probably not have been able to kill him directly.

However, Shen Yi's method of making the sword light melt inexplicably was also one of his abilities.

It's really amazing.

Is it possible that there are monks outside Wutong Mountain who have the qualifications to break through and return to the void?

This thing is too shocking.

So much so that Miao Qinghui subconsciously ignored the tragic wail coming from the Xuanguang Cave monks.

What she didn't expect was that it was the young man who spoke first.

"Just go back if you have nothing to do. I won't send you away."

Shen Yi turned around casually. He had no ill feelings towards Wutong Mountain.

This is a bunch of arrogant monks who like to be friendly with each other.

After all, whether he was the Blood Demon Emperor or when he took the Ghost Tail Gun before, he had received a lot of protection from Wutong Mountain.

No matter what the character of this group of people is or what their purpose is, anyway, based on their actions, they are indeed resisting the Thousand Monsters Cave.

Of course, just because he is not disgusted does not mean that he likes to deal with these monks with eyes in the sky and make himself uncomfortable.

"well."

Miao Qinghui shook her head.

I was used to hearing respectful words, but suddenly hearing this normal conversation felt harsh.

But for those with extraordinary talents, no matter who they are, they will have higher patience.

"This covenant will be nothing more than bullshit from now on."

She couldn't help but uttered a curse word, but it didn't sound like an accusation, just quite helpless.

It seems that he has seen the fight between Xuanguangdong and Dagan.

"Next time anything happens, Wutongshan will not interfere."

Miao Qinghui didn't want to threaten anything with this matter, she just made it clear in advance. However, seeing the young man's casual movements, she couldn't help but stare.

"As you wish."

Shen Yi walked into the crowd, raised her hand, and then left in the direction of Daqian without looking back.

With the protection of the dharma robe, he finally no longer needs the golden body and dharma image to be by his side all the time.

You can choose a central location.

With the communication jade slips and the current strength of the prison-suppressing law, whether it is rushing to the Thousand Demons Cave or returning to Daqian, it will be a matter of time.

Behind that gorgeous black-robed figure.

Everyone in Daqian and the Xu family followed silently.

The ancestor of the Wumiao Temple and Mrs. Qinghua came back with eight corpses. Their huge figures covered the sky, and the bright golden light reflected everyone, like an indestructible barrier.

"Junior Brother Shen!"

Zhu Jue floated next to Shen Yi, his eyes full of admiration, and he wanted to compliment her from the bottom of his heart, but suddenly found that the other person's face was still calm.

He put away his smile: "Is there anything else?"

Shen Yi tightened her collar, her eyes as calm as an ancient well: "A little personal matter."