Devil Seeds

At this time, in the vast Cuiyun Mountain, no one can stop Ke Xiaoliang.

Those Jindan, Nascent Soul and even the cultivators in the stage of transforming gods did not dare to face Ke Xiaoliang's sharpness.

Dozens of magic weapons attacked Ke Xiaoliang, and the sound of the curse directly hitting the soul also came quietly.

Apparently, when Cuiyun Mountain's most respected sword formula couldn't work and it seemed like a joke in front of Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, these people finally remembered their old profession.

Ke Xiaoliang's transformation, of course, is not tyrannical and incomprehensible.

What is incomprehensible is not the transformation, but Ke Xiaoliang.

In the Lingtai, the Yuanhun Baolu burst into light, suppressing the sea of ​​true qi, and fixing the three souls and seven souls.

Those spells and magic weapons aimed at Ke Xiaoliang's soul were all blocked from the altar, unable to shake Ke Xiaoliang at all.

With the incomparable flow of true energy, Ke Xiaoliang actually displayed the Vajra Martial Body with his giant body.

The whole body is coated with a layer of golden light, like a god and man from the heavens descending into the world.

Many magic weapons hit Ke Xiaoliang's body, and the sound was like the sound of swords clashing.

Ke Xiaoliang raised the sword in his hand high, the vast and pure sword intent was condensing.

Suddenly, the sword edge waved and pointed directly at the sky.

The clouds all over the sky dispersed, and raindrops fell like raging waves.

Immediately afterwards, the turbulent raindrops turned into sword lights and fell in the middle of the journey.

When it fell into people's eyes, it was like a meteor falling from the sky.

This sword is beautiful, powerful, turbulent...and full of murderous intent.

Ke Xiaoliang's sword... actually seemed to shake down the galaxy all over the sky, and fell towards the Cuiyun Mountain that had been cut into two by a single sword.

"The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiaoxiang has many white hairs overnight. After being drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy."

Ke Xiaoliang raised his sword and chanted, it was clear that the giant of nearly a hundred feet was holding a sword to fight fiercely, but it just made him use the demeanor of an immortal coming to the world and opening the gate of heaven with his sword.

Ke Xiaoliang's sword was learned from Lang Fanyun's Overturning Rain Sword.

This sword was originally bestowed by heaven, and after many years of watching the water in Dongting, he had the sword of covering rain. Of course, in the world of high martial arts, this sword is Ke Xiaoliang who set the tone, created a wave of waves, and guided many monks to make up for it. This is the truly shocking sword created.

Rounding off, saying that it is Ke Xiaoliang's original work... is not at fault.

The sword light fell like a galaxy and crashed into Cuiyun Mountain.

Those cultivators from Cuiyun Mountain who were either sneak attacking or attacking Ke Xiaoliang head-on were all covered in this fierce sword energy.

Ke Xiaoliang let out a little breath.

Exhale into clouds, covering the sky. The sound was like thunder, vibrating above the clouds, shaking people's hearts and courage.

"There are six minutes left. The continuous use of big moves, the consumption of true energy is beyond expectations. But it is enough! If it is not possible... I can still take drugs." In the middle, the Cuiyun Mountain cultivator who fled in a hurry and hid in all directions raised the sword in his hand for the third time.

"enough!"

"This...Senior! What is wrong with me and Cuiyunshan that I have suffered such a calamity? If we are fighting with that Lianyun, this is my family affair with Cuiyunshan, and I have nothing to do with it. What are you doing, Your Excellency? You are so reckless, don’t you fear that I, Yin Feiyang, will ask you to reason after I leave the customs?” A Cuiyun Mountain cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm climbed up the cloud and shouted to Ke Xiaoliang .

In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, he is as insignificant as an ant.

"What's wrong? I, a monk of the Ten Demon Sects, do things according to my preferences. Since Cuiyun Mountain is the righteous way, wouldn't it be right for me, the Ten Demon Sects, as the Demon Sect, to break through the mountain gate and kill you, a monk of Cuiyun Mountain?"

"You just revealed my identity in a single word, but now why do you come to me to ask the truth?" Ke Xiaoliang said to the monk.

The hilt of the sword in his hand shook, and he used his third sword move.

The fourteenth sword of the thirteen deadly swords.

As soon as the sword was released, the sky and the earth changed color, and murderous intent filled the entire hinterland of the gate of Cuiyun Mountain.

All the cultivators of Cuiyun Mountain changed their expressions wildly.

The previous two swords, although shocking in momentum, were actually not that powerful in terms of lethality.

It's just that the gate of the mountain was chiseled, which ruined his face and ruined his fortune.

However, this sword... Although it was not triggered, it has already indicated a bloody storm.

If this sword is really let down, the entire Cuiyun Mountain will be covered with corpses and blood will flow like rivers.

The monk was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he hurriedly shouted: "Senior! Senior! Don't be impulsive... I just said it casually. The sword of the senior is brilliant and magnificent, and the appearance of the senior is as majestic as the sky. Zhu, upright and bright. What is the appearance that a cultivator of the Demon Sect should have? We are talking nonsense and ruining the spirit of the seniors."

"Senior, stop now, I'll admit my mistake...I've admitted my mistake!"

But Ke Xiaoliang snorted coldly: "What are you, you deserve to admit your mistakes to me?"

The monk hurriedly turned his face, and said in the direction of Master Bihan, "Bihan! Nephew Bihan, don't hesitate to persuade the seniors. No matter what you say, we are from the same family... Even if some people hurt your husband, they deserve to die But there are so many disciples up and down Cuiyun Mountain, how innocent are they, why should they be buried with them?"

Bihan was holding half of Lian Yunzi's wreckage, with a stern expression and cold eyes.

Hearing the words, he sneered and said: "They are innocent. Are those children who died on my Xiaotuan Peak innocent? My husband, Lian Yunzi, doesn't like to fight all his life, so he only studies magic. Is he innocent?"

Say no more.

Ke Xiaoliang pushed the tip of the sword, the sword style was about to fall.

In fact, no matter whether real Bihan speaks or not, Ke Xiaoliang will not stop.

At this time, a dragon chant came from the depths of Cuiyu Mountain.

Yin Feiyang finally let go of what he was doing and broke through again.

Perhaps it was the monk from Cuiyun Mountain who transferred the plot point for him.

Or maybe Yin Feiyang chose to face the ten-day cooling-off period, thus missing the hundred-day changes and development of the wasteland world.

Anyway, he made a move!

Amidst the chant of the sea dragon, a sword light like a black dragon swept towards Ke Xiaoliang.

It directly blocked Ke Xiaoliang's sword momentum that had not completely fallen.

The two swords converged in mid-air.

Tear apart the sky, shatter everything, and cause large-scale explosions in a coherent manner.

Another ugly scar was pulled out of the hinterland of Cuiyun Mountain.

It's like uncovering the filth and ugliness under the despise of immortality.

"Fellow Daoist! I already know all these things. Who deserves to die, who deserves to be punished, who should be expelled from the mountain gate, and who should abolish his cultivation level... I have a case in my mind. Please calm down, fellow Daoist, how about just letting it go?" Yin Yin Feiyang flew out of the deep mountain with the sword box on his back, and looked at Lian Yunzi with regret and anger.

Ke Xiaoliang was looking for someone to measure his current strength, so how could he retreat so easily.

But he said: "Then what if I don't give up?"

Yin Feiyang's eyes turned cold, and he said with a fierce expression: "Then let you try, whether the sword in my Yin Feiyang's hand is empty or not. Let's compare and see whose sword... is more domineering and flamboyant."

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