Supreme Daddy

During the fight with the Rakshasa cult, he accidentally knocked over this magical elixir. The chanter, filled with resentment, swallowed all the elixirs in one breath.

Ling Yun said that there were only a few dozen crazy pills.

Yan Xuefei and the others' eyes widened. They swallowed so many pills in one breath, and they didn't die. It was incredible.

The Crazy Demon Pill produces a miraculous chain reaction in the body of the man who chants sutras. His power increases thousands of times, and he becomes a demon with just one thought!

The rivers and lakes have wiped out justice, and good and evil are just a matter of thoughts. At that moment, the kindness born of chanting sutras died in the rivers and lakes.

Long Yanran exclaimed: "His coffin is his wife."

Oh my God!

The coffin carried by the devil contained his beloved wife.

Yan Xuefei and the others felt their scalps go numb when they thought of this, while Ling Yun also nodded and admitted that the coffin contained the chanter's beloved wife.

From then on, he chanted sutras, carried coffins and killed people, hoping to rely on sorcery to preserve his wife's body and bring his beloved back to life.

One man, one coffin and two knives, slaughtering a city for one person. After the bloodbath of the Rakshasa Sect, there has been a coffin-carrying blood devil in the twelve regions since then, just to find a way to bring the dead back to life.

Long Yanran's eyes were moist. There is such an infatuated man in the world. If the world hurts you even a little, I will kill everyone in the world.

Ghost Yaksha said: "Is it right to kill tens of millions of people for one person?"

Such a man is a good man to the wife of a chanter, but to those innocent people, is he still a human being?

"Daddy, is everything you said true?"

A sound of milk came from behind Ling Yun and the others. Who else could it be if it wasn't the little guy?

"The story told by Handsome Shu was so touching, Beibei even cried."

"Um!"

Ling Yun cried and uttered one word from the corner of his mouth, of course it was true.

Yan Xuefei turned around and saw the three little guys holding hands with An Qing.

They passed by here after school and heard some noise, so they ran over to take a look.

"Wow, it's a bald donkey again. Daddy and the others are really annoying."

The little guy frowned slightly and looked at the people in Putuo Temple.

Dongfang Honghong shook his head and sighed: "Poor people must be hateful."

The people in Putuo Temple on this trip were led by Master Xuanxin. Half a month ago, Putuo Temple received news that the coffin-carrying blood devil had appeared again.

After half a month of chasing, he was finally stopped in Wuhun Continent's Time City. The chanter's hands were stained with blood, and Putuo Temple must kill him.

The other casual cultivators are all enemies of the chanter. Over the years, the chanter has killed many people since he became a demon. There are countless enemies.

The disciples of Putuo Temple led by Master Xuanxin were all his direct disciples. Under siege by everyone along the way, three disciples were killed.

"Hahaha, that's a good word to put down the butcher's knife." The chanter laughed loudly, his eyes flashed with a trace of scarlet, what could such a lineup do to him.

"You killed so many innocent people, those defenseless people, and you don't have any remorse at all?"

Master Xuanxin looked at the chanter and said, with a slight chill in his eyebrows.

"Resurrection is with you, even if I kill everyone in the world."

The chanter smashed the knife in his right hand into the ground, then took out a jug of wine and drank it straight away.

Long Yanran wiped the corners of her eyes: "His coffin has never been put down. This coffin is his life, and it is too heavy to carry."

For some reason, Ling Yun felt an indescribable sadness in his heart when he heard these words.

A certain casual cultivator snorted coldly and said: "Blood Demon, today is your day of death. I want to avenge my son and his family."

"Come on, anyone who blocks my steps has already been killed by my sword." The chanter threw the wine bottle away and picked up the knife again.

Ye Guchen has a slender figure and wears a mysterious robe.

Two knives in one hand, pointing diagonally at the earth, and a coffin behind him.

His expression was cold and indifferent.

The blade reflects the edge.

"When we meet Putuo Temple, the fate of the coffin-carrying blood devil ends here." A young man holding a sword smiled meaningfully.

He is just here to watch a show, and the life and death of those who recite sutras have nothing to do with him.

"Amitabha, that little monk can only kill to stop killing and eliminate harm for the world."

boom!

Just as Master Xuanxin finished speaking, a terrifying blood-colored murderous intention swept out of the chanting student's body like a storm, making the temperature of the surrounding heaven and earth seem to drop to freezing point.

This scene caused the expressions of everyone around to change slightly.

"Such a strong killing intent. It seems that the coffin-carrying blood demon is going to go on a killing spree." Oni Yaksha's eyes widened in vain. He had already heard about the terror of the coffin-carrying blood demon and could witness a battle today.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

The two knives held by the chanter were buzzing and trembling, as if they couldn't help but want to drink human blood.

"You are the only demon who dares to kill. If the junior brothers hadn't been careless before, how could they have been massacred by you!" A certain monk looked at the sutra chanter with extremely annoyance.

Master Xuanxin said nothing, his eyes as cold as the setting moon and the crow of the crow.

"Fuck me!" Zi Yuxin shouted coldly.

In Putuo Temple, a total of twenty or thirty people who were practicing monks surrounded and killed the chanting students.

Among them, the weakest ones have the cultivation level of the 13th Immortal Emperor, and most of them have the 16th level of the Immortal Emperor.

With so many people surrounding them, even the weaker Immortal Emperor Eighteenth couldn't hold them back.

The chanter was calm and composed, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, and the two knives in his hands were vibrating.

He is alone and has two knives. It’s like he has transformed into thousands of bodies, sweeping across all directions!

The screams resounded continuously.

Every time it falls next to a person, there will be blood splashing and screams.

In front of his two swords, there is no difference between the so-called Immortal Emperor Thirteen and Sixteen.

Everyone is like cabbage in his hands, chopped and chopped at will!

Poof!

The chanting student swung his sword and a severed arm flew out.

Poof!

The chanting man passed the sword horizontally, and a head flew out.

Everyone's brains went blank.

Long Yanran opened her mouth blankly, and the scene in front of her made her feel extremely shocked.

"Is this... am I dazzled?" Gui Yaksha and others were also stunned.

"This coffin-carrying blood demon has some strength." Yan Xuefei was slightly surprised.

The disciples of Putuo Temple and some of the casual cultivators who did not participate were also as if they were turned to stone, and there seemed to be thousands of thunders in their minds.

This feeling is like being a little white rabbit one moment, and turning into a killing white tiger the next moment.

This change shocked the entire audience!

A group of Immortal Emperors were killed and their blood splattered.

After the massacre, Nian Susheng was dressed in a mysterious robe, covered in blood, and there were blood stains everywhere on the ground.

On the blade, drops of blood fell.

He looked indifferently at the people surrounding him and the most powerful Master Xuanxin.

At this moment, in the eyes of Oni Yaksha and others, the chanter's figure stood like a pillar of heaven, which was admirable.

With two swords, one person can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain!