Predecessors all over the world

The low-level disciple who refining Qi and building foundation was driven back to the cabin, but the Jindan monk came to the deck at the same time, staring at the flying boat not far away.

The shape of the magic cultivator's flying boat is quite different from theirs. The most obvious thing is that they have sails. The canvas is scarlet and thick, as if soaked in blood. The twisted faces appear and disappear from time to time, and howling stings the eardrums.

"This is the demon cultivator's soul banner." Song Zhiqiu deserves his powerful knowledge and immediately tells the origin of the thing. "The ordinary soul banner still requires ninety-nine ghosts, such a big ship

Fan, I am afraid that it will take tens of thousands of people's souls to be refined. The anger is so heavy that I will inevitably suffer from torture in my lifetime."

Li Xintong said angrily: "These demon cultivators are really hateful."

Although there is no one who is not bloody as a monk, normal people can only compete for profit for themselves and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. They enjoy torture others. The demon cultivator uses such cruel means as soon as he comes up. It really makes people angry.

And their motivation has just begun.

After the Zhenjun Fengwu suppressed the crying sound of the Lihun Banner with the sound of the piano, countless crows suddenly appeared on the other party's flying boat. They gathered in a team and rushed towards their flying boat. The flying boat had a barrier, but

Unexpectedly, these crows were not entities, but were condensed by demonic energy. The flying boat barrier did not block the inlet and exit of spiritual energy. It was directly penetrated by them and covered the sky with a slight sturdy manner.

Li Xintong tried to slash his sword, but unexpectedly, the blade split the crow behind the blade, and the black air would condense again, as if it was not subject to any physical damage.

"It is said that there are many dirty places in the Demon Island. The dead energy condenses but does not disperse, turns into a demon crow, and loves to eat people's eyes." Song Zhiqiu said, taking out a piece of branches from his sleeve and throwing them out, and the clear air is like ripples and stirring.

It spreads, and the demon crow is afraid and spreads its wings and flies. "The big toon is a wood, and it is the mortal enemy of the demon crow."

Li Xintong expressed his thoughts on behalf of others: "The owner of Song Shao Manor knows so much."

"The world is full of mystery, I only know a little bit."

The Demonic Continent is far north, with demonic energy raging, and few Taoist cultivations have arrived, so they know very little about them. The first is because of their personality and extensive reading of the book, and the second is that they have the ability to understand the mind and have the ability to understand the plants.

Spirit, this is a little more than ordinary people.

On the other side, the demon cultivator didn't expect that the demon crow would be dispersed so easily, and couldn't help but sneer: "Divine Wood Dachun? Why, you monks from Beizhou are so unsuccessful, and you went to Xizhou to hire helpers?"

This time, the leader of Guiyuan Sect was Zhaotian Zhenjun, and he said calmly: "Oh, then you didn't get this demon crow, you gave birth to it?"

"Puchi", some people couldn't help laughing.

However, the people on the demon cultivator's side had never seen anything. So what can I do if I don't feel itchy? The other party didn't blink for a moment, but just released his own momentum: "Who is you?"

The cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage is extraordinary, and its power is as strong as Mount Tai, which makes people breathless. On this end, Zhaotian Zhenjun was not polite and fought back without mercy.

The collision of the spiritual power field of the two Yuanying True Lords is not a fun thing, it is definitely much more terrifying than one-sided crushing. Yin Miaomiao was about to use his spiritual power to resist to avoid being affected by two waves of attacks.

I felt my whole body relaxed, and my strength instantly disappeared. When I looked up, Ren Wuwei came out: "Oh, you said that you have such a low cultivation level and don't know how to avoid it."

Theoretically, when the master said such things, the disciple should either say "the disciple is ashamed" or "follow the teacher's orders". As a result, Yin Miaomiao looked at him and said slowly: "It's great, let you fuck more."

Worry," said again, "Since you are here, please help me see if that guy is here?"

Ren Wuwei was shocked: "Which guy is that guy? Damn, are you also in the demon cultivator..."

Yin Miaomiao looked at him and emphasized: "I'm talking about the guy from Liuyecheng."

Oh, that guy, Ren Wuwei was shocked and pretended not to say anything: "I was thinking that you have no other enemies in the demon cultivator... Oh, I can't recognize you unless you fight."

"Then I can only do it." Yin Miaomiao sighed. She was too weak at the beginning and couldn't remember what the other party looked like.

The other party and Zhaotian Zhenjun secretly competed, but in the end, no one won the other and stopped at the same time.

Zhaotian Zhenjun asked: "Who is the visitor?"

"Bone-Eating Mountain Juezha." The other party sneered, "Do you dare to sign up?"

Yin Miaomiao said "Huh": "Is it Lao Liu coming?"

In the battle in front of the formation, most of the main generals were shouting, and the one who was standing in front was the sixth-ranked Bone-Eating Mountain Juesha among the top ten demon kings, so the third-ranked Tiansha should not have come.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhiqiu said: "Fifth, there are five drops of blood on the soul banner."

"What's the meaning?"

"The top ten demon kings in the Demonic Continent divide their rankings by strength and weakness. The blood drops above represent their rankings. The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength is. The demon cultivator judges the superiority and inferiority of his strength, so he pays great attention to his position

Time, you will never make a mistake." Song Zhiqiu thought intently, "I remember Juesha was still sixth in the past few years, but I didn't expect to be promoted so soon."

Ren Wuwei sighed: "They are really messy."

"The chaos didn't stop them from coming to find fault." Yin Miaomiao said calmly, "They must have reached a consensus within them. It's a pity that Tiansha didn't come."

"He may not dare to come." Mu Tianguang said.

Yin Miaomiao turned his head to look at him: "Why?"

"I heard that Fang Wuji was not dead and escaped from the Demonic Continent." He said, "I heard that he was the posthumous son of the previous Demon Emperor. He practiced the "Nine-Level Lone Star Score". Tiansha successfully attacked him when he practiced his skills backfire.

of."

"What is "Nine-Level Lone Star Spectrum"?"

Ren Wuwei briefly introduced: "A person will be weak as he practices. After he finishes his weakness, he will advance. Then, he will be more powerful than before. He will be able to ascend to the ninth level. He will die at the sixth level.

Chong, he had already transformed into a god at that time, and in order to kill him, many people died here."

Yin Miaomiao thought: "So that's it."

And over there, the true Lord Zhaotian and Jue Sha exchanged names, and the true body fell to the Cliff of Falling Fairy.

The clouds and mist were shrouded in the air, Jue Sha finally revealed his true face. He looked about 20 years old, thin, sickly, and had a blue-white skin color similar to a dead corpse. He wore a wide black robe with nails on it.

The skull that passed was reduced to the size of a fingertip, with awesome spirit and awesome look at it.

"I didn't expect Guiyuan Sect to let his disciples come to die." Jue Sha's voice was feminine and ghostly, "I really underestimate you Taoist cultivators' protection of your face, haha."

Zhaotian Zhenjun was calm and composed: "Eliminating demons and defending the Tao is the only way to practice Taoism. It is never too early and never too late."

"Since you want to die, I can't stop you." Jue Sha laughed softly, "We demon cultivators are different from you. We pretend to be posing in a hypocritical manner. The weak die and the strong live. There is no second possibility."

Zhaotian Zhenjun raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to set up a life-and-death ring?"

Jue Sha said: "What's the point? We crossed the sea of ​​clouds not to 'friendly exchange' with you. Even if I agree, the others will not agree."

"What do you mean?"

"I wonder if you have ever heard of...Changkun Yinyang Mirror?"

As soon as these words were said, the true Lord Zhaotian frowned. More than 800 years ago, the Taoist demon had a war. In order to avoid the loss of life, the weapon refiner who once refined a flying boat and was well-known throughout the fourteen continents proposed it

In this plan, let the two sides of the Taoist and Demon choose 10,000 monks to enter the "Qiankun Yin and Yang Mirror" to fight until all one side dies.

However, some accidents happened that year, the Qiankun Mirror was accidentally broken and failed to complete the competition. Later, after many accidents, the weapon refiner fell and the Qiankun Mirror disappeared.

"Do you want to imitate the battle between Taoist demons back then?" Zhao Tian Zhenjun raised his eyebrows.

Jue Sha said: "What, don't you dare?"

"No need to provoke the general." Zhaotian Zhenjun said coldly, "You tell me the rules."

Juesha threw out a bronze mirror with a colorful radiance, a jade wheel painted on a black background, and a golden crow painted on a white background. It rotates without wind. The spirits and demons intertwined and entangled, and clearly distinguished, which is very strange.

"This Qiankun Mirror can be reused after years of repair. However, it could accommodate tens of thousands of people at the beginning, but now it cannot exceed a thousand. The highest cultivation level is reduced from the Nascent Soul to the Golden Pill. There is no difference between the others, and the two sides of the Taoist demon are divided into the Taoist demon.

In the camp, unless all the people on one side die, the Qiankun Mirror will not be opened again." Jue Sha's lips curled up, "How, do you Dao Xiu dare to imitate your predecessors and meet our challenges?"

Zhaotian Zhenjun said: "You are not afraid of death, what are we going to worry about? But since you proposed to fight in the mirror of the universe, then the other rules will be formulated by us."

"Don't say it seems like we are unreasonable." Juesha sneered, "Okay, you guys can discuss it. I'll wait."

The two of them returned to the flying boat.

As soon as Lord Zhaotian came back, he found someone to discuss the matter. Yin Miaomiao was qualified to listen because of his outstanding performance in the five cities in Zhongzhou.

At the beginning, Zhaotian Zhenjun first introduced the characteristics of the Qiankun Mirror: "It uses the two spirits and demons as the division standard and is divided into two camps of Taoist demons. However, it is similar to the secret realm, with a large space, and is random teleportation.

You may be very far apart from your companions. If you have low cultivation level, you will die if you meet the other party. So I think fighting is inevitable, so just advance above the Golden Pill, and don’t join in the fun.”

"This is endless." The leader of Kun Sect is a female cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, with a cautious expression. "If we get at a disadvantage, all the disciples can..."

Zhaotian Zhenjun said solemnly: "That's right, so you have to consider the candidates."

What they brought were basically the pillars of the sect. If they were all broken into the Qiankun Mirror, Guiyuan Sect would have severe damage to its vitality and would not be able to recover for many years.

The atmosphere was stagnant. After a while, Zhaotian Zhenjun said, "There are twenty-four people in the golden elixir, so let's choose twenty of them."

"They are very likely to have the Crazy Blood Pill." Yin Miaomiao had to interrupt, "It is the Immortal Pill taken by Chu Tang, which can improve its cultivation in a short period of time. I think it is precisely because of this that they are so confident."

Zhaotian Zhenjun frowned: "Does everyone have it?"

"Yes, although the Mad Blood Pill is hard to find, there are some people behind the demon cultivator who secretly support it. Considering that Mei Ji intends to provoke chaos in Zhongzhou, it is hard to say whether they are instigating behind the scenes." Yin Miaomiao said, "The conditions are limited to the Golden Pill Cultivator.

For, it will only be cheaper for them.”

The gap between the golden elixir and foundation building is not only in cultivation, but also in vision and experience. Therefore, the one who goes there must be a golden elixir monk, but he cannot use the golden elixir cultivation to enter - this does not mean that he needs to suppress his cultivation, so-called

To put it bluntly, suppressing means sealing part of the spiritual power in your body. A high-level monk can tell what the real strength of a low-level monk is, and it cannot be hidden.

What she meant was to find a way to hide her cultivation. This was not easy, unless the secret treasures of the body, such as Zhu Rui, her fairy weapon, could not only help her hide her cultivation, but also cover her physical condition, but she could not find it.

, hard to encounter.

However, Guiyuan Sect is at least one of the three major sects. If you really want to do it, you won’t be able to do it.

Sure enough, when Zhaotian Zhenjun pondered the film, he slowly said: "Speaking of this, we don't need to be too upright to deal with the demon cultivator."

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