Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The Imperial Palace on Sunday.

There was a crisp sound.

It was the wine cup in Ye Di's hands that fell to the ground.

The gilt cup body was engraved with Feiluan. After the cup rolled on the ground for a few times, the cup body came across a pair of lotus shoes.

Ye Tange squatted slightly and picked up the wine glass.

Ufa dripped from her slender neck, but the gesture of leaning over to pick up a cup also appeared very elegant and feminine.

She handed the wine glass to the palace man aside to deal with it, and then Lianbu lightly lifted it, walked behind Ye Di, raised her soft hands, and gently rubbed Ye Di's shoulders.

"Your Majesty, what annoyance has happened?"

Ye Tange said softly.

Her voice is soft and beautiful, like a lark singing on a branch.

Ye Di said, "Ye Zixin's soul lamp is out."

Ye Tange squeezed his shoulders and paused, "Elder Zixin... Become a Hidden Guardian in Yao Ri, who has worked diligently for our clan for thousands of years, but it is really sad for people to die now... Your Majesty, are you thinking about being Zixin? The elders held a family funeral?"

Ye Di snorted coldly, Ye Tange is always like this, being in the ancient clan, but always cherishing the benevolence of women, and some untimely sadness of spring and autumn.

It's just that it's his woman, he spoils her, as long as she doesn't overstep the rules, she's a little naive... it doesn't hurt.

"Tan Ge, have you forgotten that the funeral of the Ye people will be held before they are transformed into the Yaori Hidden Guard. After becoming the Yaori Hidden Guard, it is just a weapon." Ye Di said coldly, "It's just a weapon."

Hearing this, Ye Tange's beautiful eyes filled a pool of lake water, and a wave of light shook slightly.

Emperor Ye continued: "The weapon is damaged, and it is not worth your grief. What I bother about is why Ye Zixin died."

"I have allowed him to use the power of the sacred tree, and Ye Zixin himself is also a strong man with half of his feet in the Transcendence Realm. What he wants to deal with is just a mortal who has no power to bind a chicken, so he is not in vain. die……"

Ye Tange suddenly said, "Your Majesty, can you tell your concubines, who is it that Elder Zixin has to deal with?"

After Ye Di spoke, he didn't answer immediately.

He remembered that when he signed the sacred contract, Ye Tange cried and begged him not to persecute Ye Yunlan, and finally made him agree to Ye Yunlan's request, changed the contract, and removed the treaty that would not allow the other party to step into Xizhou.

He really couldn't see Ye Tange crying.

But the reason why he agreed to this was because the Yaori Hidden Guard he sent was about to reach Tianchi Mountain, and Ye Yunlan was already a dead person. Even if the contract was not written, he would naturally not be able to set foot in Xizhou.

It's just that Ye Zixin who died now.

Ye Yunlan was born with Huang Xing and was destined to be the catastrophe of the Ye Clan.

It now appears that this catastrophe is not so easy to solve.

Ye Di's heart was irritated, and when he faced Ye Tange's question, he seemed a little impatient.

"Tan Ge, you have forgotten the rules again. As a harem person, you are not qualified to manage the affairs of the clan. Don't ask too much."

Ye Tange's eyelashes drooped, without questioning, but rubbing Ye Di's shoulders, obediently said: "Okay, my concubine sees it, Your Majesty."

Ye Di liked her gentle appearance, her voice calmed down, and said: "First? Don't rub it, come to me."

The beautiful woman walked around him lightly like a butterfly, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a picture-like face. The slender red fat was drawn obliquely at the base of the eyelashes, which was more charming than usual. However, The moist eyes are still innocent and innocent.

"His Majesty?"

With a move in Ye Di's heart, he pulled Ye Tange into his arms.

Ye Tange let out a soft "Ah", and a pair of subdued climbed on his shoulders.

The woman's body is soft and boneless, making her throat slightly thirsty.

Ye Di's eyes were dim, he picked up the wine flask on the table, and the spout faced Ye Tange's bright red lips.

The bead curtain of the emperor mian was drooping, and his voice was dumb.

"I'm thirsty, but I don't have a wine glass on hand. Tan Ge, you come and feed me a drink."

The extremely concentrated liquor flowed out from the jug, Ye Tange frowned slightly, and quickly loosened, putting the liquor into his mouth. Her cheeks were red with the smell of wine, but her bright eyes were still staring at Ye Di.

Gentle and focused, as if it contains infinite affection.

Emperor Ye looked down, thinking about it, he wanted to lean over to get the wine, but suddenly heard a mess of footsteps coming from outside the hall.

"Report--" was the voice of the guard in a hurry.

Emperor Ye frowned.

Immediately, I heard the guard said: "Your Majesty, Shengmu, there is something wrong with Shengmu!"

-Tianchi Mountain.

The person who was stabbed in the heart by the thread of cause and effect dissipated into the void, but the silk thread spreading around it still remained.

These golden threads seemed to cross the distant space, coming continuously from the void.

Ye Yunlan is at the center of the silk thread.

The gold in his eyes has not faded, standing alone in the mid-levels of Tianchi Mountain, the harsh mountain wind blowing his robe.

Obviously, he had just solved one person with his own hands. He had neither the pleasure of destroying the enemy nor the fear and fear that ordinary people would have, only indifference.

The golden thread touched him cautiously, as if he wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to get close.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the silk thread wrapped around his wrist, and said: "You don't need to instill strength anymore. Let you see me in your real body."

The swaying golden thread stopped, then slowly stretched out in front of Ye Yunlan, then bends up and down, nodded like a human, but then swayed again and again, as if shaking his head.

Nodding and shaking his head, the meaning is very messy.

"Oh?" However, Ye Yunlan looked down at the silk thread, as if he understood its meaning, and said: "You mean, this void path is blocked by a barrier, and the opening is too small to allow your body to come through..."

He looked into the distance, and said lightly for a long time.

"The barrier of Demon Imperial City was originally set by me."

He raised the hand that was wrapped with golden threads. On the white and slender fingertips, there were sharp nails sticking out, and the golden pupils contracted to the tip of the needle.

He stared into the void, but as if straddling the void, staring at a very distant point, then his nails were cut, and a deep black crack was torn open.

——In the east of Xizhou, the place where the sunrise is located is the Guangming Mountain Range.

The Yaori Palace sits high on the highest point of the Guangming Mountain Range. In front of the mountain is the Yaori Imperial Capital, which is the largest city in Xizhou, the "Guangming City".

This deep valley is the land of the Ye Clan.

Only people with the blood of the Ye Clan can enter the Ye Clan's land, which contains the ten thousand year end of the entire Primordial Family.

In the center of the Ye Clan, there is a very tall phoenix tree. It is clearly at the bottom of the deep valley, but it still grows as if it can cover the sky and the sun. Its leaves are blood-red, as if soaked in blood, and the edges are glowing with golden light. Every leaf is like Clear blood jade.

Countless leaves hung from the trunk, as if gathered into a burning cloud.

It's just that the flames burn in the clouds, but there is a thick and horizontal branch on top? There are no leaves, and it is a little abrupt, as if...who is waiting for someone to roost.

This is the most heavily guarded place among the Ye Clan.

Wearing a sacred mask and armor, the Ye people surrounded the holy wood guards.

People from the Ye tribe who walked by the sacred tree far away would stop, fold their palms together religiously, and bow before bowing.

In the distance, there was a fire-luan flying into the sky, making a crisp cry.

Relying on the barrier set by the demon Lord Divine Phoenix and the holy wood shelter that year, the Ye Clan's land is almost the most peaceful place in the entire practice world.

Even though there have been catastrophes in the practice world several times in the past ten thousand years, this still does not affect the peace in the Ye Clan's land.

Ye Jian is a holy wood guard.

He has guarded the holy wood for more than twenty years. When he was transferred to the guard of the holy wood, it was the second day after the birth of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ye Clan.

Shengmu is as tall and tall as it was more than 20 years ago, as if it hadn't changed at all.

Ye Jian's whole body was wrapped in the armor, and the eyes exposed outside the mask were cold and clear, no different from the companions around him.

But in the bottom of his heart, he yawned quietly.

Guarding the same place day after day, even if it is a sacred thing, it will feel tired.

Moreover, if there are no accidents, his whole life will stay here.

He thought, it's no wonder that so many of his partners want to become Yaori Hidden Guards after death.

Having been so boring before death, it is also an enviable pleasure to be able to go out of the clan to fight after death.

It's just that even if I feel tired in my heart. Ye Jian never hoped that something happened to Shengmu.

After all, the Demon King has become a legend, but Shengmu has been with the Ye people for thousands of years, and is the patron saint in the hearts of the Ye people.

Ye Jian's eyes suddenly widened.

"Then... what is that?" He said tremblingly.

A black crack opened in the high void, and it was deep and cold inside, and I didn't know where it led to.

Spatial cracks are not uncommon. Most cultivators who can reach the stage of transforming gods can open it, the difference is only the distance to which they lead is far or near.

Moreover, although the cultivators of the transformation stage are considered powerful in the outside world, they are not uncommon among aristocratic families that inherit the ancient bloodline - even because of the power contained in the bloodline, they are young patriarchs who are born into the gods.

The only problem is that this void crack is opened in the Ye Clan's land.

——Even the strong in the Mortal Transformation Period cannot enter the Ye Clan's land through the open space cracks.

This is a bit scary.

The guards nearby had already reacted and shouted: "There is an enemy attack!"

Ye Jian also reacted, took up the weapon in his hand, and stared at the void crack like a major enemy.

What will come out of it?

Was the Xingyue Dynasty completely overturned, and the ancient ferocious beasts sent by all its details, or did other ancient families want to do something against the Ye Clan? Or is it a hidden power who has hatred against the Ye Clan?

However, the pitch-black crack just opened there quietly, there was no movement at all.

The one who is moving is Sheng Mu Fengwu.

Shengmu Fengwu exudes a strong golden light, this light is not as warm as before, but it pierces their eyes sorely.

Ye Jian was overjoyed.

Did Shengmu take the initiative to protect them?

The panic in his heart caused by the change suddenly dissipated a lot.

But I saw a huge golden light rushing into the cracks in the dark space, the two collided with each other-but the cracks still existed quietly.

The golden light went away more and more, but the cracks were still like mountains.

It wasn't until the golden light completely entered that the crack dissipated on its own, as if it had never appeared before.

The guards looked at each other.

Ye Jian looked up together with the other guards.

He felt that something had changed in the holy wood.

I can't tell the strange feeling that came, but suddenly he felt a strange sadness, as if something had been lost forever.

The captain of the guard next to him prodded him with a spear, "What are you doing in a daze? Go and tell your majesty about this!"

He had to rush to the Sun Palace.

Before he had time to call the guard at the gate, he ran into the palace and said, "Your Majesty, there is something wrong with the holy wood and holy wood!"

There was a harsh sound.

The long-necked hip flask rolled to the feet.

Emperor Ye got up from his seat, his eyes were very gloomy, "Tell me, what happened to the holy wood that made you in such a hurry?"

Is there a woman lying on the throne? Ye Jian realized that he seemed to have disturbed your majesty’s good deeds...

He didn't dare to look more, and hurriedly informed Ye Di about the holy wood.

When he followed Ye Di to drive back to the clan, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Fengwu was actually...falling leaves.

Countless blood-red leaves flew in the air, as if it were falling a red rain that never stopped.

However, Fengwu is an immortal tree that has spread for thousands of years, and even gave birth to spiritual wisdom. It has always been lush and green, so how can it suddenly fall?

Ye Jian panicked and restless.

Soon, the priests and elders of the Ye Clan also arrived.

Among them was a rickety figure, whom he recognized as the oldest high priest in the clan.

He didn't know the name of the high priest, because it was too old to be a high priest, and he was highly respected among the clan. People only called him the high priest, but the name was no longer mentioned.

The high priest wore a heavy robe and walked forward, and the sacred mask was engraved with patterns more noble than them, mysterious and complicated.

He folded his palms together, bowed his head, and chanted an ancient mantra.

"The holy tree is on top, please show up and see the old man."

"But please see the tree spirit..."

Along with the chanting, all the priests around closed their palms and began to bow their heads in prayer.

Ye Jian saw Ye Di standing next to him, watching with his hand held down.

A beautiful and gentle woman in Chinese clothes and delicate makeup relies on Ye Di.

That woman? He had the impression that she was the granddaughter of the high priest. She was born with a special talent for bleeding. She lived in the Pagoda of Prayer next to the holy wood of the clan land and was nurtured as the bride of the clan leader.

Before he became the guard of the holy wood, he used to be the guard of the Pagoda of Prayers.

Back then, he was far away from the Pagoda, and saw the young heir bride sitting in the tallest room on the tower, with her face sideways, holding a wooden comb and combing her hair quietly in front of the window.

Even if it's just a profile face and no fan, it is still so beautiful that he can't forget it.

The leaves of the holy wood are still withering.

The priests were praying, but in the long wait, the leaves of the holy wood that covered the sky and sun slowly became barren after all.

In the end, only brown branches were left.

The sun was shining fiercely in the sky, losing the shelter of the shade of the tree, Ye Jian slowly seeped sweat, and he was so hot that he even felt a little dizzy.

But it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.

Fengwu leaves are gone.

And the Yu Yin of Fengwu, the shelter that Fengwu had left to the Ye Clan... still exist?

Ye Jian didn't dare to think deeply.

But just looking at Ye Di's iron-green face was enough to reveal some truth.

The chanting of the priests ceased.

They looked at each other a few times, all in cold sweat, afraid to speak.

Only the high priest was still standing under the tree, praying alone, his stature rickety.

Emperor Ye waved the surrounding people back, motioned a priest to come over, and said with a calm face: "What happened to the holy wood."

The priest trembled: "Your Majesty, we have tried our best to summon the holy wood tree spirit, but... the tree spirit hasn't responded for a long time. I heard the guards in the clan say that there was a gap in the barrier of the clan just now, allowing outsiders to invade. We. It is guessed that the holy wood tree spirit has lived in the clan for a long time, perhaps unwilling to be lonely, and ran with outsiders... ran away!"

Ye Di heard the blue veins jump in his temples.

The priest said: "Your Majesty, what should I do now?"

Emperor Ye: "Immediately tell me where the sacred tree spirit is. No matter what the price, you must bring the tree spirit back!"

——After Ye Yunlan raised his hand to tear open the gap, the golden light in his eyes dimmed a lot.

He didn't care.

After all, the power in his body is only the infusion of external force after all, and the power that truly belongs to him has not yet been recovered.

And this time spanning from the Central Continent to the Xizhou Continent to cast a spell to force open the Ye Clan's enchantment, which consumes a lot of money, which he expected.

A strong golden light flowed from the gap in the pitch black.

If it is said that the thin golden thread that permeated from the void before, now it is a beam of light almost the thickness of the wrist, continuously extending from the crack.

It's just that the shape has changed, but the nature is still the same, still lingering around him extremely intimately. Several of them tentatively seemed to be close to his cheeks, but he turned their faces to avoid them.

"If you want to stay by my side, transform yourself."

He said.

The golden silk threads listened, stood up and nodded towards him, reluctantly left from him, gathered and intertwined, forming a golden group.

Ye Yunlan didn't look, but continued to stare at the black space crack in front of him.

The spells performed across the entire continent are extremely exhausting and should not be distracted.

He didn't let go until Jin Guang passed through the crack.

The crack slowly closed.

At the same time, the gold in his eyes was slowly fading.

A gold thread came to touch his hand again, as if asking him what he meant.

He said: "No need."

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the vast world.

Tianchi Mountain is the highest mountain in Central Continent. Even if it is only halfway up the mountain, the surrounding magnificent mountains and rivers can still be seen.

"Beautiful...human world." He muttered, then closed his eyes and fell back. The golden thread came in, intertwined into a net, supporting his body.

On the side, the intertwined golden light has slowly revealed its shape.

Then carefully, approached the person who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

——Buddha Tower.

The darkness condenses in the sky, and the thunder roars.

Dharma is in the boundless light of Buddha.

Under the blessing of the Zhoutian Star Dou formation formed by thousands of monks, his power has surpassed the mortal and approached the legendary stepping on the virtual realm infinitely.

Not only him, but the two people who are in the same cardinal position as him, think about it the same.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a monster that can attract the cultivators of the entire cultivation world to such a big fight, but the demon... after all, it is not an ordinary magic cultivator.

Dao Sect had been defeated once a hundred years ago. That time, the cultivation world suffered a catastrophe, the Demon Venerable went crazy, and almost the entire Northern Territory was washed with blood.

This time, no mistakes can be made again.

The realm of comprehension can no longer bear the blood flow again.

They are extremely well prepared.

The Demon Sovereign had also clearly been in the game, losing most of his power, and now all he had to stop was the disintegration of the opponent's Heavenly Demon's Dafa to prevent the Demon Sovereign from making a comeback again.

Just why, there is still a strong sense of ignorance? It filled his heart.

Fawu watched the Demon Lord standing in the center of the big formation with the skinny ghost-like person on his back, with shadows swaying and swaying on the soles of his feet.

Suddenly a bit of cold surged in my heart.

He threw the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "Don't wait any longer, do it!"

The Zhoutian Star Fighting formation was launched, and countless cultivators burned their spiritual energy into the formation in the sky and underground.

Fa Wu threw the green Buddha beads in his hands, the beads shattered and transformed into a huge green lotus, and they attacked the two people in the center of the formation overwhelmingly!

But seeing Mozun raised his head, scarlet eyes pierced straight, and there was undisguised maliciousness inside.

The law is not creepy.

The lotus exploded!

In the violent energy fluctuations, only the Demon Venerable's body was turned into fly ash and dissipated. Only the malicious eyes stayed in Fa Wuxin's head.

When the strong light dissipated, only one figure remained in the center of the formation.

The figure lay quietly on its side in the large formation, with a face like a ghost, but skinny and seemed to have passed out in a coma.

But there was no trace of scars on his body.

It was Demon Venerable who used his own demon body to forcibly block this blow that was almost trampling on the virtual realm.

Even if the cultivation base is self-banned, the body of the Demon Venerable is still in the metamorphosis stage, and it is not surprising that Fawu can withstand this blow.

But could Demon Lord really be so easy to be solved by them?

"Could it be that the demon disintegrated Dafa?" Fawu suddenly said, "The devil wants to escape, stop him--" The formation changed.

Countless stars turned into silk threads, sealing the void, searching for traces of magical shadows in the void.

At the same time, the monks in the big formation also released the power of the soul to search, so that the magic mind has no chance to escape.

"He didn't escape." Chen Weiyuan's voice suddenly came from the big formation, almost categorically, "The decoy is still there, he won't escape."

Fa Wu thought for a while, and when he observed it intently, he saw a few black demonic energy floating around the thin figure in the center of the big formation, as if he was nostalgic and refused to leave.

Fa is not surprised.

They searched for the traces of the demon, but ignored the center of the big formation.

Never thought that Mozun didn't really seem to leave.

Chen Weiyuan said: "Continue to do it."

Fawu: "But..."

After all, that is your Taoist companion, just now you said you want to intercede for him?

"But what?" Chen Wei said far away.

At this moment he is hidden in the big formation. Fa Wu is the person of the main formation, Tianzong Sect Master Ji Suyue is in the big formation Tianshu, but it is him who really controls all the subtle changes in the formation.

Few people know that Zhou Tian's star battle formation is an ancient formation passed down by the Chen clan.

However, at this moment, his hand holding the astrolabe was shaking unconsciously.

He looked down at his hand as if he was a little puzzled, and quickly put his other hand on it to stop the tremor, and calmly said: "The devil is there. At this moment, his body is broken, it is the most weak time. , When will you wait before you do it?"

Fa Wudao: "Since Donor Chen said so, let's do it."

The power of the great formation gathered again, and Fawu frowned as he looked at the thin people on the ground. Although he followed the alternative way of killing and stopping killing among Buddhism, he still had compassion in his heart.

It was just this hesitation that a black shadow appeared in the center of the formation.

It is the devil.

It doesn't seem to be the devil.

It seemed that something vicious and evil had been released.

The demon shadow leaned over and picked up the skinny person on the ground again, and the meandering demon energy continued to gush out from the soles of his feet, wrapping the skinny person completely and thoroughly blending with it.

Fa didn't notice that something was wrong, but before he started, the first step he took was the thunder that descended from the sky!

That Jie Lei was extremely strong and did not leave any time for empathy and preparation.

Mo Ying looked up.

Its whole body was hidden in the deep darkness, except for its scarlet eyes.

"Sura."

It has a low and hoarse voice, but it has a disturbing, weird and madness.

Almost the next instant, a blood-red fierce sword tore through the blockade and appeared in front of him.

The sword is slender, with countless evil ghost shapes engraved on the hilt, and endless murderous auras are wrapped around this sword.

The Demon Shadow held it.

Then, holding the Shura sword against Lei Jie with a wave.

I couldn't see the collision clearly, I only heard the sound of countless ghosts howling.

The dazzling thunder and lightning passed, Fawu's pupils tightened.

The Demon Shadow stood in place, and its expression was hidden by the thick darkness.

It is harmless.

But among the countless screams of ghosts, it was mixed with its hoarse and surly smile, which sounded amidst the thunder and lightning.

"You said you want to suppress the real demon..."

"Come on, the deity is looking forward to--" It laughed more surly and arrogantly, "I look forward to using your death to fulfill the demon's supreme demon way--" Between the four wilds of heaven and earth, there was suddenly an endless rush of darkness. Entering his body-those are the evil thoughts, hostility, ghosts that have been deposited here for countless years...contains all the filthy things that people can think of.

"Not enough..." it said hoarsely, with scarlet eyes cast to the ground under its feet.

The armies of the ancient tribes under the array tower suddenly went into chaos.

Countless black magic qi sprang from the shadows under their feet, climbing up their bodies like vines.

The soldiers screamed and screamed in panic, and some couldn't dodge them. Being pierced by demonic energy into his heart, lost his vitality.

But even at this point, he couldn't rest in peace. Instead, he was manipulated like a puppet by demonic energy, raising the weapon in his hand... and cutting off his companion's head.

The chaos breeds more negative air, and it converges toward the upper side of the Buddha Tower, almost forming a black tornado.

The Demon Lord stood at the top of the tornado, and his body was like a bottomless container, absorbing all the filthy and evil thoughts.

The monks in the Zhoutian Star Fighting formation looked at the terrible ground, and many people screamed in anger.

"Stop him!"

"Stop this demon!"

"Can't let him kill anymore!"

Fa Wu’s forehead slid in cold sweat. These monks who were in the big formation but did not really confront the Demon Venerable didn’t know, the Demon Venerable in front of them...No, this monster gave him the feeling that he was confronted with the Demon Venerable in the past. The number of times is different.

Even when the Demon Lord went crazy and slaughtered in the Northern Territory, the fear he brought to him was not the same as it is today, making him feel the creeps.

It seems that what he is facing is not a person, but a demon born purely to kill the world and mess up the world...

What was even more frightening to him was that in the midst of such killings, the evil demon... was still getting stronger!

Fa Wu held the bead's fingertips cold. Suddenly there was a cold voice in the ear, "Devils are good at confusing the mind, and you shouldn't open your eyes."

It is Tianzong Sect Master Ji Suyue.

Fa Wu was surprised to realize that he didn't know when he opened his eyes.

In the Dharma he practiced, everything in the world is fascinating, so it is necessary to eliminate the eyesight in order to keep the precepts.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, chanted the Qingxin Mantra silently, and finally calmed himself down.

He heard a sword sound.

Unlike the sound of the sword sound of the Shura Sword, which was dumb like an evil ghost whispering, the sound of the sword sound became clearer and louder, like a cold light shattering evil spirits.

It is Ji Suyue's Taiqing Du'er Sword.

It is rumored that the Taiqing Du'er Sword can kill all the evil spirits.

There is no peace of mind.

Ji Suyue is different from him and Chen Weiyuan. The other party is the first person to reach the mortal in this area for hundreds of years, and he has been famous for more than two hundred years. Has been occupying the first place in the sky list until now.

Compared to Ji Suyue, he and Chen Weiyuan are just juniors.

He knew that even if he did not rely on the big formation, Ji Suyue's strength was already infinitely close to Ta Xu, only one step away.

Ji Suyue had already drawn his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the demon shadow.

The white hair and crane cloak were flying in the wind, and under his feet was a scene like Shura Purgatory, but his face was still unwavering.

Fawu guessed right, his ruthless? Dao was indeed close to Mahayana, and his realm was infinitely close to Taxu.

It's just a kick at the door, but he has been trapped for more than a hundred years.

And in this week's star-fighting formation, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is taxu.

A azure blue sword light that pierced the sky furiously attacked!

The demon shadow standing in the black tornado raised his eyes, and a dark red sword glow appeared on the Shura sword, mixed with countless resentful spirits and greeted the sword light.

With a loud bang, the two sword lights collided, and then dissipated at the same time.

There was blood on Ji Suyue's lips.

Demon Shadow's increasingly distorted figure in the black air became a little illusory.

Ji Suyue expressionlessly raised her hand to wipe the blood off her lips, and then suddenly said: "How can you know my Tianzong's swordsmanship, he taught you?"

Mo Zun did not answer, but raised the blood-red tip of the Shura sword and pointed it at Ji Suyue.

Jianguang aspect.

Countless void cracks spread.

Fawu realized that he had no room to intervene. He was afraid of interfering with Ji Suyue's sword intent, and he was afraid of being infected with the blood of the Demon Sovereign Asura sword, causing Zhou Tianxingdou to be traumatized.

The formation of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array requires at least the support of three Transcendence, Thirty Cross Tribulation, Three Thousand Transformation Gods, and 30,000 Yuan infantry monks.

Without the protection of the big formation, the people on the ground who were killed by the devilish energy would be the end of the cultivators in the sky.

He remembered the words of Demon Lord before-very much looking forward to using their deaths to achieve his supreme magic way, shuddering.

In the eyes of the opponent, the countless monks who came to encircle and suppress are just food for the opponent!

During the battle, the blood-red sword light swept across the hilt of Ji Suyue's sword. One thing fell down.

That thing reached the palm of Mozun's hand.

It is a token with a simple shape.

Mo Ying suddenly said: "It's the smell of a heart demon."

Ji Suyue: "What did you say?"

"The deity feels it," Mo Ying smiled Senranly, and said, "On this side, there is your demon."

Fawu didn't know what happened afterwards.

When he reacted, Ji Suyue didn't know why she was distracted, and she fell straight into the void and disappeared.

Zhou Tian Xing Dou's great formation lost a metaphase support and began to falter.

"Now that the trouble is resolved," Mo Ying raised his hand, "Then, it's time to let the deity... have a full meal, right?"

A river of blood suddenly descended from the sky, flowing from the sky, connecting the sky and the earth.

There are countless corpses floating in the river of blood, and the clothes worn by the corpses are old and new. There are countless ferocious faces emerging from the river, roaring unwillingly.

The river of blood flowed under the Buddha Tower and washed the people on the ground. Countless people fell into the river, struggling and screaming, and then dragged their hands and ankles into the river bottom by the resentful souls in the river.

Fa looked at it without fear, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

He had never seen such a terrifying river of blood before encircling and suppressing Demon Lord-I don't know how many evil things were deposited with the souls of resentful spirits.

Such an act, even if the Demon Venerable cannot be completely killed this time, the Demon Venerable will definitely be condemned by Heaven.

No, the punishment has already arrived.

The lightning flashes of the robbery.

But the river of blood flowed in the sky and under the sky, running through the entire Zhoutian star battle array, even if thunder tribulation, it would be destroyed by the boundless soul of resentment, but the long and endless river of blood seemed to have not disappeared at all.

"How many resentment remnants have you devoured——" Mo Ying watched the monks dying to death in the blood river with interest, and said with a hoarse smile: "Are you surprised?"

"Let the deity think about it, in that year, under the Demon Abyss, how many evil thoughts the deity actually swallowed—" "One hundred thousand? One million? Or ten million?"

The monster shrouded in darkness is floating in the night sky. It is completely unclear about the appearance and clothes. Only two scarlet blood lights can be seen in the eyes, like the flames that are constantly swaying and burning in the darkness, and it is like flowing and winding. Snaking blood.

It stretched out its finger.

The fingers were shrouded in darkness, and stretched out extremely long black nails, which looked both ghastly and terrifying.

Its fingertips were bent, and it seemed to be counting.

After a long while, it tilted its head and said.

"The deity... can't remember it."

Seeing Zhou Tian's star battle formation collapsed, Fawu suffered a severe backlash and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The big formation was shattered, and no one could stop the monster anymore.

He thought desperately.

The River of Blood crossed the sky, the monster stepped out of the Buddha Tower in the envelope of black air, and the River of Blood followed him and spread across the land of Xizhou.

Fawu squeezed the Buddha beads in his hand, and was about to rush up to stop him, but he heard a voice behind him.

"No need to chase."

Chen Weiyuan said faintly, he held the astrolabe and looked down.

At this moment, there is only one white child left in the center of the astrolabe.

"Relax, we did not lose."

He picked up the chess piece? and said.

The monsters in the air seemed to perceive something, scarlet eyes pierced towards their location, and evil thoughts surged, especially Chen Weiyuan.

The churning river of blood was about to overwhelm the two of them, but in the next instant, Chen Weiyuan crushed the chess piece in his hand, and his figure disappeared into the void.

Only Fawu was desperate to open his eyes, watching the river of blood approaching-drowning the top of his head.

——It's been a long time, it hasn't ingested power so freely in a long time.

Endless power flows into its body from the river of blood, and what enters at the same time is the unwillingness, resentment, and obsession after the death of countless resentful souls.

Those things screamed and wailed in its mind, and only by continuing to kill can those things calm down a little.

However, it seems to have forgotten something.

...What is it?

When thinking of this question for the third time, it became a little irritable.

It feels more irritable than not being able to continue killing.

It stopped, trying to figure out what it had forgotten.

It raised its hand, and the devilish energy formed a small black boat on the river of blood, and it slowly descended on the boat.

In the river of blood is the screaming hissing from the resentful souls.

It doesn't find those sounds pleasant or unpleasant.

It's like listening to the wind, listening to the rain, listening to the noisy voices of the world.

They are all very common and accustomed things.

It wanted to be on the boat? Sit down, but was blocked.

It was a little surprised to find that on its back, it seemed to be carrying something on its back.

The thing was rolled and rolled with its magical energy, and it was tightly attached to it, almost integrated, so it hadn't noticed it before, and it had something on its back.

Numerous resentments inside his body were roaring and clamoring for killing. It was even more irritable, and said in a low voice: "Shut up."

However, resentment is not conscious, and will not shut up because of fear of it.

It had no choice but to hold back the full of hostility, circle after circle to untie the devil on its back.

What was it--it held it in his arms and looked at it.

It's an individual.

Although it looks like a monster.

But it is indeed an individual.

Very skinny.

It doesn't look delicious.

It judges.

Although people are not its food, people's hostility and resentment are.

Logically speaking, it should throw this person into the river of blood, so that this person will also become a grieving soul, and turn it into power into its body.

But... it smells good.

It got here