Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

The blood sacrifice formation has not disappeared yet!

The formation is huge, and after so long, there are still waves of evil intentions. Lin Wentian's heart is completely gone, but even though it is not low, he has not thought of retreating.

"But how do I get in in the formation." Lin Wentian tried to step on the formation, but the formation did not change. "Here is the magic sect? It should be just a space teleportation array, but I don't know the teleportation with the younger brother. How does the array compare."

Lin Wentian walked twice on the blood sacrifice formation, nothing happened, and it was a bit difficult for a while.

I can't enter this door, how can I save it!

"Buzz—!"

Since Lin Wentian made a buzzing sound in his body, it was Qingfeng Sword that sensed this evil air.

Suddenly there was a contending sound, which seemed to be far and near, as far as it sounded from the horizon, and near because even though the sound came from the horizon, it made people hear it truly.

The voice became louder and louder, and Spirit Power continued to surround Lin Wentian from all directions.

"This is?" Lin Wentian was not sure, but at this moment Spirit Power gathered in his body, but he felt refreshing, and flowing into his limbs was a kind of joy that had never been seen before.

While Lin Wentian was puzzled, the Qingfeng Sword in his mind shook slightly and loosened.

Lin Wentian was shocked.

"Wocao, isn't it about to fall down! No, I don't want to die yet, but I have to save Junior Brother!"

Without waiting for Lin Wentian to think about it, a surge of Sword Qi suddenly soared all over his body.

"bass--!"

Two fingers wide and three feet long, the whole body is quiet.

The Qingfeng Sword exuding a faint blue smoke, but making people afraid to take a rash look, appeared in front of Lin Wentian.

Lin Wentian waited for his eyes wide in disbelief, and his mouth was shocked.

"Absolutely...is this the peerless Divine Armament?" And this peerless Divine Armament is still own, and Lin Wentian was instantly filled with satisfaction.

The powerful Sword intent's non-convergent shield pressed everything around, and the space seemed a little distorted.

Lin Wentian stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

The Qingfeng sword flew up and slashed above the blood sacrifice formation. A burst of cracking sound came, and the blood sacrifice formation suddenly split.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! The ground is cracked!" Although Lin Wentian was astonished, he had already cultivated the ability to keep his face intact, and he didn't show it on his face.

The sloshing in the cracks couldn't clearly lead there, and the evil aura spread over it, creating a feeling of familiarity that made Lin Wentian squeeze out.

It's like being born to restrain each other and cannot coexist.

The Qingfeng sword flew back and was held by Lin Wentian.

Without hesitation, Lin Wentian grabbed the sword and jumped in. At the moment, the hurricane blew violently, and the Qingfeng sword faintly exuded the guardian Sword intent around Lin Wentian.

The moment Lin Wentian entered the Demon Realm, the originally unstable Demon Realm was shocked again, and it seemed a little shaky, and time and space might be broken at any time.

The Theravada Demon Cult who was still guarding in the blood fog forest outside, each slumped in fright.

"Sword Slashes the Void, only Sword Fairy can do it!"

And this young man who looked so young was a sword fairy.

They fell to the ground and provoked a Sect, why did a sacrifice that killed them in the Mahayana period also attracted a sword fairy!

There are thousands of sword repairs in the world, but very few can Mahayana, let alone the sword immortal at the pinnacle of sword repair!

After the frightened Demon Cult was slightly able to move, the Theravada Demon Cult ran away cleanly, and none of them dared to stay any longer.

Devildom.

Lin Wentian walked down with his sword and was blown away by the wind in a white robe.

In this harsh environment of yellow sand, like a star, although the individual is small from a distance, it should not be ignored, especially the impossibility of being out of place.

Lin Wentian's face was expressionless, but in fact the whole person was panicked.

"This is the Demon Realm? The environment is too bad. Is the Demon Race born in such a harsh environment?" Lin Wentian immediately found some demon races in the distance, a little shocked.

"Magic, is this what it looks like?"

Lin Wentian couldn't help but wonder what a demon is.

The body looks like a person, but the whole is weird and ugly, just like a material spirit body formed by all the bad things and distracting thoughts that people reject.

After thousands of years of precipitation and practice, he became a demon.

Lin Wentian knew his own strength, and after reaching the Demon Realm, he pulled out the spirit boat.

The leisurely picture is as if you are visiting the demon world. The Sword intent all over your body seems to be innately restraining the demon. The easy demon doesn't dare to come close and stop it, and can only watch Lin Wentian in the demon clan A leisurely wandering spirit boat was released in the sky.

In fact, Lin Wentian wanted to save some strength and wait for a good fight.

After entering the Demon Realm, Qingfeng Sword's whole body exudes a deep gleam, like an emperor who has been sleeping for thousands of years, before he wakes up.

If the dim light drifted away like nothing, it pointed Lin Wentian's direction.

"Big Brother is here!"

In the Palace of Ten Thousand Tribulations, Chen Ming suddenly had a look and felt a wave of Spirit Power from the outside. Although it was very slight, it was unusually abrupt in the Occupational Realm.

"Great, big brother is here, I can finally step on my horse without staying in this bird devil world."

Chen Ming became excited. He was almost killed by the gods and demons before, and he sighed in his heart long ago. Now his own backer is coming, and he can't let out his breath.

Immediately, the figure flashed, leaving the Palace of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

The place where Chen Ming once disappeared was the inner city of the Demon Realm. The inner city was still heavily guarded. Suddenly Chen Ming appeared and was attacked by the Demon Realm army.

However, the Demon King is not there, and the rest of the demons are simply small fish and shrimps to Chen Ming. There may be a few prawns, but it is only a matter of time to kill them.

Chen Ming drew the Nine Tribulations Sword, and the Yu Sword vacated.

At this moment, Lin Wentian's spirit boat also flew into the sky. The speed was not hurried or slow, with the natural restraint of Qingfeng sword guarding the side, and no demon dared to approach it.

Chen Ming was shocked to see.

"It's a big brother, a five-fold role model. With this imposing manner, I can't learn one-tenth of a thousand. You have seen that sword repairer came to the Devil Realm like a tourist. You still don't know Xiaoxiao, and all retreat. !"

"Big brother!"

Chen Ming shouted in the air!

Lin Wentian didn't answer, but just nodded towards Chen Ming.

At the same time Chen Ming came out, the Demon King got the news and rushed to this side at full speed. Without the Demon King's notice, the ghost shadow of the God and Demon opened his eyes in the chaos.

As soon as the gods and demons moved, the entire demon world began to regenerate. This time it was different from when the gods and demons were born. The yellow sand hurricane between the heavens and the earth suddenly rolled away, and the gods and demons hurriedly sucked.

The entire demon world was in a kind of blackness, the space was still yellow but there was no cover, and everything was exposed at once. A huge ghost of gods and demons stood in mid-air.

All the rest is like a silver fire worm in front of the gods and demons.

The gods and demons originally seemed to feel something, but when they opened their eyes to see Lin Wentian, he was furious in an instant!

In other words, I saw Qingfeng Sword.

Without him, Gein is this sword, once killed him once.

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