The Lord of the Underworld

They... Xiao Xuanqing couldn't understand it anymore.

Except for his horrified eyes, Luo Zhifeng and Li Luoqiong were communicating that no one else knew.

They faced each other in a distance. After a while, Li Luoqiong took the initiative to say in his heart: "I was imprisoned in my voice, and it was difficult to move like vision. At the same time, my cultivation level also brought me greater restrictions, so I could not speak temporarily. ."

The stronger the cultivation base, the greater the restriction in this regard. This also led to Li Luoqiong being able to put on a pair of mirror eyes for Xiao Xuan, but temporarily unable to solve the problem of speaking.

Li Luoqiong continued to say from the bottom of his heart: "When my voice recovers, I will fight you—"

His heart sound is no longer the eternal and tranquil glacial river, but suddenly splashes of joy. Luo Zhifeng felt Li Luoqiong's boundless fighting spirit, as well as his desire to seek a further breakthrough in kendo.

In the eyes of Xiao Xuanqing, it was that the two big men who were getting along just now suddenly formed an atmosphere of tension.

His face turned pale, although he didn't understand what happened in a short time, he didn't want to be caught between the two!

He will be spread into meatloaf! Xiao Xuan was so panicked that he was about to stop immediately, his whole body was erected, like a messy baboon...

At this moment, Luo Zhifeng promised softly: "Okay."

He understood what Li Luoqiong meant. This swordsman with only a sword in his heart was upright, but he was not inhumane. He clearly can choose to fight Luo Zhifeng privately, after all, Luo Zhifeng's vest "Lu Zhiling" is notoriously discredited.

Once the news of his fight with "Lu Zhiling" spreads out, it can immediately set off a **** storm. Inevitably, there will be people who maliciously suspect whether Li Luoqiong, the Lingxian Zongkeqing, has colluded with the people of the magic way.

This will damage Li Luoqiong's reputation somewhat.

But Li Luoqiong's statement is saying that he will put this duel on the bright side!

Because he puts Luo Zhifeng at a high level worthy of attention, he is not afraid of gossip, and he is not afraid of losing his reputation and status... He wants to fight Luo Zhifeng clearly and openly!

So Luo Zhifeng answered him-OK.

The almost conflicting atmosphere that lingered between the two suddenly disappeared. Li Luoqiong took a few steps forward and walked to Luo Zhifeng's side.

This is a delicate distance. The subtle Deluo can stab the dagger into Li Luoqiong's heart as soon as he reaches out to hold the wind, and Li Luoqiong can also take the sword out of the sheath in the first time to "slash the demon and eliminate the evil."

This should be a gesture of trust between close friends! Xiao Xuan gently squeezed it tightly, holding Lu Zhoubai's arm to stabilize his body.

Anyway, he felt nervous and contradictory, his eyes were not his own. Righteous Dao Keqing and Demon Dao Zhongren... Grass, he couldn't expect this combination! !

Lu Zhoubai didn't mind that Xiao Xuanqing grabbed him hard, and leaned in to ask Xiao Xuanqing quietly, "What is their relationship?"

Xiao Xuan was pondering his words, mortal enemy? Old enemy? But it's not like it, there is a certain contradictory and inexplicable harmonious atmosphere in them...Sometimes it can be seen that they are indeed on the opposite side.

He hadn't figured out how to answer Lu Zhoubai, so the little ancestor intervened. He came in and said, "Is he the illegitimate son of this Jian Xiu?"

Xiao Xuanqing: "???"

He pushed Lu Zhoubai abruptly and said, "Don't think about it, it's nothing like that!"

After that, Xiao Xuanqing's body was still trembling, and this guess was too terrifying.

None of them noticed that for a moment, "Lu Zhiling"'s small body shuddered slightly, and Li Luoqiong even trembled slightly at the same moment-such a reaction came from another consciousness in his body.

At the same time, Mo Shang, a godless young man, also responded in unison. There was a voice from his soul, which seemed to be a sigh from the beginning of ancient times, and a powerful bell often accompanied him.

During these few seconds of "gazing", Mo Shang seemed to be looking down at countless tiny points of light. They are the only living creatures in the lonely, broad red area, but some of their light spots do not exude a bright moon-like brightness, but are permeated with dull, turbid black and blood red.

The earth roared because of their existence, sending out bursts of dissatisfaction and fear that shook the sky and the earth, as if these turbid light spots were eating its life in the cocoon!

Mo Shang recognized who the two light spots of different colors represented. The bright spots of light refer to the monks who entered the Linghai, while the turbid spots of light, when magnified, are twisted and rotten souls.

They are killing the living monks, and they have to put on this simulating human skin and break free!

And the "picture" that Mo Shang saw continued to change, the viewing angle disappeared, and then he seemed to be a player in the game, and was pulled to see more fragments in the world.

——The world has fallen, and every "person" who has no time to escape is full of fear and panic. In such a catastrophe, life is worthless!

Someone tried to fly in midair to stagnate, but immediately seemed to be pulled by two big hands, and the broken kite fell to the cracked ground.

The sky and the earth were dyed blood red, and Mo Shang saw that no one had survived, and their bodies sank and sank along with the broken devil world.

Suddenly, the whole picture began to shake! Mo Shang saw a hand cut through the dead man's throat, using their gurgling black blood as a guide to draw an unimaginable blood formation on the ground that was about to burst.

The blood array lit up with a scarlet light, confining the souls of all the dead at the moment of their death.

The bodies of these dead people have been drowned in the deep sea with the demon world. They will find their souls calmed by the waves of thousands of years, but their hands have solidified their time forever, and they must remember them forever The most painful moment of death and suffocation!

Mo Shang saw it, and there were small scales clinging to these pale to gray arms, which were cyan snake-shaped scales glowing with strange light.

Sure enough, Tengshe had told a lie from the beginning, how could he be a fellow in the heartache Demon Realm? What he did to them can be summed up as hate and poison!

The "picture" trembled more violently, and the nameless anger surrounded Mo Shang's heart, like a raging fire burning his lungs all the time.

"Heh..." The young man understood why so many "pictures" appeared at the same time, and also understood the source of this nameless anger, "God, what do you want me to do?"

Such a small reminder was enough for Mo Shang to infer that the faint sound that rang in his ears originated from the Dao of Heaven—the Dao of the shattered Demon Realm!

"Do you want me to kill those dead souls for you?" Mo Shang said.

He knew that his own questioning state had already begun... The existence of the "test paper" responsible for providing the questioning heart was the heavenly way of this demon world!

The "picture" in front of Mo Shang has changed back to the original scene of holding up and looking down. This should belong to the perspective of heaven. This time the picture has slightly changed from the previous one, the turbid light spots are annihilated one by one, and then restored to the previous appearance, repeating.

Mo Shang nodded slightly: "I see."

This is God's answer.

When Mo Shang dropped the last syllable, his body was wrapped in an invisible force, and he regained a clear vision, but the face reflected in the water was blurred, and the sword in his hand became a ray of light. The extremely light and thin silk thread hangs softly on the young man's wrist.

Mo Shang raised his head, with a pair of clear eyes with a Ruoyoruowu smile, he did not lose the entanglement of his original weapon at all, and he did not hesitate to leap in the direction of one of the mottled light spots.

Wang Yazi is a monk who enters the sea of ​​spirits to make up the number. Their sect does not have a monk with a cultivation base, but in order to meet the number of people in the upper department, Wang Yazi was successfully selected.

But Wang Yazi didn't realize that she was here to make up the count. On the contrary, she was so happy that she was selected.

She was a concubine of a small family before being selected by the fairy gate. She relied on the breath of her sister-in-law to live. Entering the fairy gate could not make any changes to her status because her sister-in-law also entered the sect. , Even became a disciple of the inner door!

Wang Yazi's mother has always taught her the calculations of intrigue, and she always hopes that she will overthrow her sister and become a master. Over time, Wang Yazi's mentality became distorted, jealous, and moody. He didn't look at other people's goodness, but he liked to talk with others in a false way.

At the same time, there are many unrealistic fantasies in her heart, she wants to become a master one day, like the protagonist of the storytelling, and the gods block the murder!

This time Linghai’s trip was chosen, which made Wang Yazi proud and indulgent, convinced that her chance was coming——

She bitterly and mockingly laughed at the same door she hadn't been selected, and even tore her face with her friends she didn't look down on. With such majestic confidence, Wang Yazi broke into the secret realm of Linghai.

Her good luck seems to have really come-a rare baby fairy beast actually jumped into the simple trap made by Wang Yazi!

Wang Yazi stroked the soft fur of the "fairy beast" that had come close to her, and fell into an endless fantasy about the future.

She can’t wait to get the envy and jealous eyes of the people who want to rely on this fairy beast to get the sect, and stepped under her feet the existence that once looked down on her... Especially the sister who has been pressing on her, is she betrayed by herself? Her sister-in-law passed the resources that were easy to obtain to herself so easily!

Wang Yazi clenched her teeth, recalling the scene at that time, she still couldn't help shaking with humiliation-she was demonstrating with herself, she must be taunting herself secretly!

Wait until the time comes to go out, wait for me to rely on you to become a master... Wang Yazi looked at the "fairy beast" sitting on her lap, and showed a twisted and hideous smile. At that time, she will bring her to this life. The most insulting sister-in-law bought it into the kiln, and asked her to try to be that bit of a bit of a bit of a **** **** to be a bit of a bit of a bitch!

Drowning in her own imagination, she wanted to cut off her fingers, feed the blood into the mouth of the fairy beast, and drop the blood to recognize the Lord——

Wang Yazi didn't notice that the "fairy beast" with her hand resting on her back was greedily sticking out her tongue. What she looked at was not the blood that was about to fall into her mouth, but a piece of her finger.

It wants to eat... It has been imprisoned for so many years, and it has long wanted to devour blood! If it weren't able to beat its fellows, how could a former monk be reduced to the disguise of a beast?

But fortunately, this woman really regarded it as a **** fairy and wanted to make a master-slave contract with it. It just thinks it is ridiculous, and immediately it can resist the power of bragging and prevent this woman from having the freshest bite of blood!

When both the contracted person and the "beast" were both in doubt, Wang Yazi noticed a bright light hitting the fairy beast's body.

Who wants to kill her beast? ! Wang Yazi hugged the fairy beast and avoided it in shock and anger. When he saw the low-level young man who came over, he revealed a vicious killing intent.

When I saw the silk thread in the young man's hand, Wang Yazi felt even more ridiculous: "The cultivation base is not as good as me, and with such a ridiculous weapon, who gives you the courage to start with my things?!"

Mo Shang shook the silk thread, his eyes flashed a little surprised, as if he had not expected Wang Yazi to avoid it so easily.

After that, he looked at himself and laughed: "So it's like this..."

His cultivation base at the moment was restricted to two levels lower than Wang Yazi. It is even less possible for him to rely on the power of the spirit weapon to subdue Wang Yazi, after all, what God has given him is only such a short line!