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"Zhou Ji.!"

A roar resounded through the sky, and in an instant, the wind was surging, and Shura's bloody eyes were fixed on the man on the roof, eyes full of violence and murderous intent seemed to be about to bleed.

Zhu Xian swept by his side, Zhou Ji lowered his eyes and looked at Shura, his expression surprised but also a little stunned, "From Tianyin Temple to Qingyun Gate, and now to tell my name, it seems that although Shura's power can be borrowed by thousands of people Reincarnated from the former body, but he has not completely seized the body, at least there is still a part of the consciousness of the former in his body."

In this way, it can be saved.

"Zhou Ji...!" There was another roar, and Shura took a step forward, cracks cracked on the Hongqiao, and spread to the square in front of the hall in a blink of an eye, an indescribable terrifying coercion was accompanied by a burst of red light The blood mist forced everyone to retreat again and again, all of them staring in horror at the bloody Shura who crawled out of purgatory in front of them.

"Father" and "Sister-in-law."

With Xiaobai's help, Xiaochi and Baguio squeezed out of the crowd, the strong wind rushed towards them, even with Xiaobai and Zhang Xiaofan watching, they had no choice but to stretch out their hands to resist Shura's coercion, but it was extremely difficult to go any further.

"Auntie Chi, Yao'er, the suzerain is now under the control of Asura, and even if he has a sliver of consciousness, he can't recognize us. Since the senior has promised to save the suzerain, he will not hurt his life. We should wait for the situation to stabilize before thinking of a way." Awaken the suzerain." Zhang Xiaofan shielded himself from the strong wind and comforted him in a low voice.

The two were concerned about each other, and finally calmed down under the comfort of Xiaobai and Zhang Xiaofan. At this time, the red light behind Shura had already pulled the dark clouds in the lower half of the sky, turning into a phantom of Shura with a height of tens of feet, standing proudly. Above the sea of ​​clouds, overlooking all living beings.

On the other side, Qing Yunmen's Jade Immortal Sword Formation is based on the previous Jade Immortal Stone Sword, gathering the power of the seven peaks and the earth veins to condense the formation. Now Zhou Ji's Jade Immortal is not a stone sword, but he can still call out the power of the seven veins , Thousands of years of cultivation base combined with the Qingyun Zhuxian Formation, for a time the radiance seemed to break through layers of clouds and mist.

Above the sky, there is a clear distinction between light and dark.

Hongqiao is the boundary, with blood clouds billowing on one side, like a boundless purgatory, and colorful rays of light on one side, like a fairy world descending.

The sky and the earth were almost silent, and the strong wind seemed to be holding their breath. People stared dumbfounded at the blue sky. Two figures across the sky collided with each other.

No one can describe the scene at that time, the sky was collapsed, the earth was cracked, countless cracks and cracks appeared on the Tongtian Peak, the Yuqing Palace was overturned, and many people were blown away by the huge waves.

After a long time, there was a roaring sound. In the epicenter of the earthquake, countless boulders peeled off from the cliffs of the mountains and rolled into the bottom of the valley.

Reverend Daoxuan waved his sleeves and swung a huge boulder away, facing the billowing smoke and dust, he looked towards the sky.

The phantom of the red light was no longer there, and the boundless red cloud that was fighting against the seven-colored glow just now was suppressed to only three feet in size, barely protecting Shura in it.

But at this moment, Shura's arms, which forcibly smashed Daoxuan's saber, were broken at the elbows, blood and broken scales scattered like snowflakes, and the sky was full of snow, and what floated was also blood.

Standing in the air, Shura's eyes were still full of violence, and the pain made him even more crazy. The blood swimming on the surface of his body kept surging, filling up towards the broken elbow, forming a blood cocoon, and regrowing in less than two breaths. The outstretched arms protruded from the blood cocoon, and the scales on the forearms became thicker and thicker, and the color changed from dark red to black red, revealing a metallic luster.

On the other side, Zhou Ji held his sword across his chest, quietly watching Shura extract the blood from his body to repair his arm. The unnamed fierce sword, which was somewhat similar to the stone sword, was icy and cold, even stronger than the violence that Shura exuded. It looked fierce.

"Is that still Zhu Xian?" Taoist Cangsong stood in front of Wan Jianyi, paying attention to his gaze, then looked up, his eyelids twitched, and he said dumbfounded.

"That's Zhu Xian. The real Zhu Xian." Wan Jianyi seemed to be crying and laughing, and shook his head dejectedly, "Perhaps even the patriarch who passed down this sword never thought that there is such a secret in the stone sword. "

Zhou Ji didn't care about the mutterings of these people, anyway, no matter how much he muttered, it was impossible to return the Zhuxian Sword to Qing Yun, his eyes fell on the blood threads swimming on Shura's body, he had already seen that these things were the power of Shura with the blow just now So he leaned over and swung his sword, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

bang~

The explosion of air waves resounded instantly, and Shura withdrew abruptly, clasped his fists with both arms and smashed hard towards the air in front of him.

There was only a sharp sound of metal friction, sparks burst, and scales shattered.

In a blur before everyone's eyes, Zhou Ji's sword wielding figure had appeared in front of Shura, and the majestic force carried by Shura's fists also knocked Zhou Ji's sword edge three inches away, giving it a gap to retreat and dodge.

Looking down, more than half of the scales covered by Shura's fists were shattered, and although the blow it reacted in time deflected the sword intent of Jade Immortal that was drawn to the chest, it left a deep gap in its abdomen.

Looking up again, Zhou Ji didn't intend to give it the slightest breather, and his whole body drew streams of light in the void like a ghost. He was exhausted, and the tyrannical body he was proud of was constantly injured and wounded.

A violent roar came from its mouth. Seeing that the blood on its surface could no longer keep up with the healing of the wound, maybe it felt that it would be exhausted if it continued like this. Shura stretched out his arms suddenly, and Zhou Ji's figure suddenly appeared, and the Zhu Xian was caught by Shura's sharp claws.

However, how could it be so easy to catch the number one innate spirit treasure?

The moment its sharp claws grabbed the blade, the sharp claws shattered and the scales peeled off. After resisting for a while, Zhou Ji pierced Shura's chest with the sword.

Looking down, facing the undisguised madness in Shura's eyes, Zhou Ji's heart skipped a beat, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the bloodshot wounds on Shura's body wrapping around the sword body to prevent Zhou Ji from pulling it away, and the other sharp claw A cold scarlet light flashed, breaking through the sound barrier and slashing towards his throat.

Trade injury for death.

There was a hint of wild laughter in Shura's painful roar, as if he had seen the scene of the sharp claws penetrating Zhou Ji's throat and crushing Zhou Ji's head.

Not only it, but even the underground people have forgotten that Zhou Ji became famous in the first battle on Qingyun Mountain, but what he relied on was not the Zhuxian in his hand, but the Absolute Immortal Sword in the square diagram.

The palm of the hand opened, and the square pattern suddenly lit up. Zhou Ji changed his left hand to hold Zhu Xian, and a long sword exuding ancient and faint light appeared in the void. Zhou Ji held Jue Xian in his right hand, and the light red sword light It exploded, shattering Shura's sharp claws in an instant, and chopping him from mid-air to the ground.

Hearing a loud roar, the Hongqiao that was already full of cracks was completely shattered. For a while, dust and smoke filled the sky. Shura, who lost consciousness, opened his mouth and bit it.

"Mingzun, don't!!"

"You beast, dare you!"

At this time, Shura's blood was exhausted, his arms could not be repaired, and his strength was not at all. If he was swallowed by the water unicorn, he might not even be able to keep his soul.

Zhang Xiaofan flew forward to save Shura, but the water unicorn suddenly closed its wide mouth, like a docile cat, making strange noises, fearing that the two nameless fierce swords that were on its forehead would hit Pierce its head in the next moment.

"Take us forward."

Seeing Mingzun being so 'docile', Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing, the square pattern in his palm lit up, put away Zhu Xian, Zhou Ji held the Immortal Sword, stood on Mingzun's back together with Zhang Xiaofan who rescued Shura, let it He flew back to the square in front of the hall with his back on his back.

People from Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple were dissatisfied with Zhou Ji's "capturing but not killing" Shura, but in view of the difference in strength, they could only dare to be angry and dare not speak out.

As if ignoring it, Zhou Ji looked straight at Shura's blood-filled pupils, and with the blade of his sword resting on its throat, sighed, "Sect Master Wan, you are defeated."

The innate evil spirit originating from the ancient times is just like the first time when the Ghost King Zong held a banquet, Shura's blood pupils flashed a little fluctuation, the roar suddenly stagnated, and a hoarse and distorted voice came from his mouth, "This is impossible, this is impossible!" Impossible that I have the power of Shura, I have Shura... Ah!"

The pain and struggle lasted for a while, Shura once again controlled the movement of the people, and suddenly stepped forward to bump into the sword of Juexian.

However, when he took a step forward, the sword edge in front of his throat was suddenly emptied. The moment before Zhou Ji realized his intention, he retracted the Absolute Immortal Sword into the square formation. When he realized that Zhou Ji 'did not dare' to kill it, Shura laughed ferociously and staggered. Continuing to move forward, Zhou Ji was about to call out the Juexian Sword again, but was blocked by two women rushing out of the crowd.

"Sir, wake up, don't you recognize me?"

"Father, this is mother, I'm Yao'er."

As Xiao Chi and Baguio called out one after another, Shura's expression became more and more painful. Blood oozed from his eye sockets, as if two tears of blood were shed. He lost his arms, and his body had returned to his normal height, screaming ferociously at the two of them. As if to stop them from talking any further, a fierce light still flashed in his eyes, Shura opened his mouth wide and bit towards the little idiot's throat, but finally stopped just before touching her.

"Don't hurt the idiot! Shura!"

"Get out of my body!"

Taking a few steps back, Shura shook his head violently, the voice of thousands of people and Shura's roar alternated, the blood in his eyes was like a living thing, draining all the spiritual power and cultivation in his body, and condensed a peaceful scene in front of him. Another Shura of his similar size,

Qingyun Tianyin and the members of the Demon Cult took half a step back, showing a trace of uneasiness, Zhou Ji also ordered Zhang Xiaofan to protect Xiao Chi and Bi Yao, and led them back to the back, then turned to look at Xiao Bai.

"Are you leaving?"

Looking at each other, Xiaobai instantly understood what he meant, Zhou Ji nodded, glanced at the phantom of Shura that was gradually forming, and said in a deep voice, "When Shura is separated from the body of thousands of people, he will look for a new 'host' , I have to take it out of here to destroy it."

Xiaobai asked tentatively, "Can you take me with you?"

Zhou Ji shook his head, but did not answer.

The limitation of the square diagram is that it cannot carry electronic equipment, and cannot carry consciousness and life.

This is a limitation, but also a boost.

Si Teng devoted everything back then and planted himself in his heart. By chance, he avoided the restriction of the square diagram. If Zhou Ji hadn't used 800 years of thoughts to bear fruit on the tree of God, he might not be able to resurrect again.

As the blood-colored figure was completely detached from the body of ten thousand people, Zhou Ji waved his sleeves and set off a breeze to send Xiaobai dozens of steps away, then turned to look at the righteous way and the people of the Demon Sect in the ruins in front of the temple, and said loudly, "Ten thousand people go to cultivate It has been abolished, the meridians have been exhausted, and now it is too difficult to do evil, I hope you will spare his life for my sake, and punish him to be imprisoned in Huqi Mountain for life, and he is forbidden to leave Huqi Mountain for half a step."

"If there is any disobedience, I will take his life!" Zhou Ji waved his palm, and Juexian and Zhuxian lit up two sword lights that pierced the sky and hovered around Zhou Ji, "You, who agrees? Who opposes? "

Wan Wan, who regained his sanity, looked at Zhou Ji's back with a complicated expression, and glanced at Zhang Xiaofan in the crowd, as well as Xiao Chi and Baguio beside him, heaving a long sigh of dejection and relief.

"Young Master Zhou, be careful!!"

Shura's phantom is behind Zhou Ji. He may not be able to notice it himself, but everyone can see it clearly. The phantom that was originally similar to his figure is now slowly changing into Zhou Ji's appearance. It is about to complete the simulation and invade Zhou Ji's body .

Zhou Ji acted as if he hadn't heard of it, but glanced around the crowd indifferently, his eyes paused on Xiaobai and Biguio, and then turned to look at Wanqian.

A character who is like a hero will end up like a hero in the end.

Fortunately, Ten Thousand Times is not a tyrant, and Baguio is not Youruo. Although Zhang Xiaofan has experienced hardships in his early years, he has also obtained a unique opportunity to be in charge of the Demon Cult and ease the relationship between the two parties.

Coupled with the Shura Rebellion, all parties suffered heavy losses, and a lot of waste was left to be done. Presumably, for a long period of time, with the buffer of "Guru Zhang", it may not be impossible to end the thousands of years of disputes between righteousness and evil.

Directly in front of him, a phantom with a similar size to himself stood in front of Zhou Ji. The distance between the two was only one step away, with their eyes closed tightly, and traces of blood oozing from their eyes.

Ten thousand people were very anxious, and hurriedly reminded Zhou Jidu not to let the phantom open his eyes, once the blood eyes were opened, Shura would invade his body.

Hearing the words of Wan Wan Xiang, Zhang Xiaofan, Daoxuan Puhong and the others were shocked, it is already so difficult for Wan Wan to be taken away by Shura, if Zhou Ji is taken away, then who can stop the evil in his hands? Soldier?

By the time they reacted, it was too late.

The phantom took a step forward, Shura's bloody eyes opened, and in an instant, countless blood threads penetrated into Zhou Ji's body, Zhang Xiaofan, who wanted to push Zhou Ji away, suddenly flew into the air, and when he turned around, there were no figures of Zhou Ji and Shura behind him, Xiaobai The outstretched arm was slowly lowered, and he touched the flagon at his waist, revealing a trace of sadness.

Saint battlefield, square formation.

Zhou Ji's eyes dimmed, and he returned to the origin of everything. When Shura was brought into the formation by him, he got the feedback from the square formation. Shura had been swallowed up by the formation; Si Teng, a delicate sprout sprouted from Zhou Ji's heart, landed on the platform, and grew green vines, full of small white flowers.