Lord God Xiaoyao

"Sura Boy!"

"Last time a real man with long eyebrows let you go, you even dared to show up here," Lie Yangzi scolded at the Northern Demon Cultist.

"I'm so daring, I look down on the ancestor," the blood-colored clouds rushed over quickly, and the blood-colored raindrops continued to fall. After the weeds on the ground were contaminated with the blood rain, they immediately made a scream.

This rain of blood is full of strong corrosiveness, which is three points stronger than the poison of the thousand-year viper.

"Long eyebrow rats, they only hide. The ancestor and him have been fighting for ten years in Shu. The ancestor is tired of it. If you run with the long eyebrows, the ancestor will clean up this group of loose repairs. net,"

"Don't you pay attention to avoiding cause and effect and accumulating good deeds?"

"Blessed Tianzun, Asura boy, you were born in the northern demon sect, and you are deeply involved in the demons. There is no possibility of salvation. The poor roads must not impose harsh hands to suppress you so as not to endanger the world," Yang Qifeng sighed, looking forced.

Ten years ago, he knew that this one was only one of the three calamities and five calamities. It was not God's disgust. He deliberately sought out the other party and successfully made this one of his own enemies.

They have been entangled for ten years now. For ten years, with the help of the Shura boy of the Northern Demon Cult, Yang Qifeng has become famous.

The boy of Shura is not small, but he also has real skills. This is also a rising star of the Northern Demon Cult. Yang Qifeng has come from behind. From being out on time to being evenly matched, he is also very famous in casual cultivating.

It's just useless, casual cultivators are selfish, and it is impossible for them to give up their interests. They are not as good as some of the ordinary chivalry.

"This Shura boy has achieved great demon skills, and he has cultivated the Shura Blood Evil Divine Light. All fellow daoists, please leave. One accidentally died and wasted a hundred years of cultivation."

"Please be careful with the long eyebrows, you must get rid of these demon heads, and the world is peaceful," the Shura boy who was looking at the demon-qi turbulence from a freelancer, gritted his teeth at the last time, and retreated even if he was unwilling.

Soon, many casual repairs, more than half have been dispersed.

The simple principle of avoiding evil and seeking good fortune is still understood, unless it reaches the point where it is necessary to fight, otherwise no one is willing to take risks.

"Go, none of you can leave," Shura boy chuckled, his immature face showed a hideous expression, he stretched out his slender tongue, gently licked the corner of his mouth, and opened his arms around the blood. The cloud swallowing spread.

The buzzing sound resounded across the sky, the blood cloud had enveloped the sky, and the blood rain continued to fall, as if thousands of bees were flying.

The rain of blood was prosperous, overwhelming the sky, faintly visible countless rays of light crisscrossing the sky, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

"So courageous!" Yang Qifeng shouted loudly. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a sword light rushed into the night, and the sword aura came out vertically and horizontally, like a net densely intertwined, directly blocking the many blood rains.

"I haven't seen you in a while, you have made a lot of progress with long eyebrows, but the ancestors have made more progress," Shura boy opened his mouth, and a sharp claw leaped out, turning into a black long snake, entwined with his body, directly entwined. Above the flying sword.

The scarlet sword light rose up, and Lie Yangzi started to do it at this moment. In ten years, he has successfully condensed the Yinshen, and the elites who want to walk the world freely must have the skill of the sword immortal.

The big world of "Shushan" does not have the strict monastic environment of the big world of "Xiandao". It must be forbidden. I don't know how many emperors have been stuck in this forbidden. Died in ten years.

"Kunlun school dolls taste the best," Shura Boy looked at Lie Yangzi with greed in his eyes. He patted his waist pocket, the pocket opened, and a flying knife flew out.

The flying knives hovered densely in the sky, and at a glance, there were nearly thirty in total.

"Kill the long eyebrows and you still have this Kunlun school doll. The ancestor’s 36 shura swords can be made, and when the time comes, the ancestor will not lose the position of the rudder when he returns to the religion. "

"And this treasure from this world, if it weren't for your long eyebrows, the ancestor would not get it. Long eyebrows are really the lucky star of the ancestor, and the ancestors have some reluctance to kill you."

The Shura Knife exudes killing intent, as if it cut the four directions in substance.

"Don't be touched by the Shura knife. This knife condenses the power of Shura. It is best at contaminating flying swords and flesh. If it is cut by a knife without washing with pure silver water, this life will inevitably require soldiers to reincarnate," Yang Qifeng knows a lot. , If it is the magic weapon of others, he may not necessarily say the origin and effect as many treasures.

But Yang Qifeng knew the family background of the Shura boy better than him.

It’s true that he has played against the Shura boy repeatedly in the past ten years. After playing with him for ten years, Yang Qifeng has already figured out his details.

Shura Dadao urged his life, and constantly swept across the sky.

A casual repairer was caught off guard, but was cut off by the Shura knife. One arm was cut off and flew horizontally in the air. A surge of Shura's power began to spread, but the arm gradually began to melt.

San Xiu let out a stern cry, his whole body was melting, in less than a breath, the cry stopped abruptly, and he had turned into a pool of thick water.

After the Shura knife slaughter, the blood light on it was even better. The other casual cultivators staying here saw this, but they never dared to stay anymore and fled with ostentation.

The Shura boy smiled violently, he controlled the Shura knife and shot towards Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng said to Lieyangzi; "The devil is powerful, retreat quickly,"

Lieyangzi immediately understood what Yang Qifeng was saying~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Qifeng, he rushed into the Emei Mountain, Lieyangzi followed closely behind, and the Shura boy followed him unwillingly.

All the casual repairs in Mount Emei did not escape the fate of death, and they died tragically under the sword of Shura.

This Shura knife is too sharp and evil. It kills without seeing blood. The more it kills, the more fierce it continues to increase its power. No wonder Dachang of the Demon Dao, in this mortal battlefield, has converged hundreds of thousands of corpses without being refined into one. A peerless weapon.

That is to say, this world is blessed. Thousands of people are a big deal. If you change to a world of fantasy wind, dying a million is just a slap in the face. The blood sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people can not be practiced as a peerless weapon.

The rays of light in Mount Emei are shining, and in the faintly visible rays of light, there is a talisman.

Yang Qifeng just rushed into Mount Emei, Fu Lu immediately converged the light, and flew straight towards Yang Qifeng, as if the breast swallow fell into Yang Qifeng's arms.

"Treasures have spirits, choose their own masters,"

A ray of light flickered, but Fu Lu was instantly refined and became something Yang Qifeng possessed. Reading Net