"You, you..."

Mo Huan's face, which was originally smiling brightly, gradually became stiff, and his beautiful eyes seemed to have a different color in an instant.

She glanced at Lin Qing in secludedly, and for the first time she felt that she had brought him into the northern Asura Demon Sect, and saw that he was free from worries. No one knew the characteristics of his feet, so she pulled him into his chessboard.

What a stupid behavior!

Yes, it's just stupid!

Mo Huan, the saint of the Northern Demon Sect, is now feeling a lot of regret!

Although he knew that if he took action now, he would definitely slap his own Demon Sect by slapping it out of his own Demon Sect if he took action, making everyone who was paying attention to this matter laugh.

But now that things have come to this, we must not let this "Holy Son" continue to guide public opinion!

If this continues, her demon sect will be in danger!

A mere acquired fish dared to speak loudly on the altar of Shura, the demon god of the Northern Demon Sect. She must ask this person to know what the rules of the Demon Sect are!

Immediately, Mo Huan's eyes were empty and blank, but he kept looking in Lin Qing's direction, as if he reflected Lin Qing's figure into his eyes.

What's strange is that Lin Qing only clearly reflected in her eyes, but everything around Lin Qing, even the towering altar, hundreds of demon sects, and huge caves did not appear in his eyes.

And deep in her eyes, there was a deep black drowsy, like a nine-deep abyss, looking like Lin Qing had already fallen alone into a secluded abyss that could not be seen at the end, sinking forever and unable to be liberated!

"You're so nice..."

In front of everyone, her hands seemed to have formed a complex and difficult-to-understand handprint of magic, and countless blood-colored silk threads rippled out of her body, densely covered with all around, with rare and dense.

It seems that it is completely in line with the statue of the demon god behind Lin Qing and is united with the god.

Countless "silk lines" are concrete and slight, but they are all held in Mo Huan's hand, used as blood ink for painting, and then splashed straight from the fingers, forming one by one that reveals fierceness, killing, and slaughtering.

Demonic seal script.

In the end, these countless demonic seal scripts that symbolize the destruction of killing and destruction were directly merged into one another in her hands, becoming a bloody sword that stirred the world's bloody storm and stirred up the bloody sea of ​​the earth!

It can be seen that the blood-eyed divine sword in the hand of this saint is almost the same as the Shura statue behind Lin Qing, a certain sword weapon in his six arms!

There was no dialogue, no explanation, and even the little blood radiance that was sprinkled by this volume of bright blood, she didn't care.

A blood-colored sword light seemed to be spreading around aimlessly. But wherever the sword light went, everything dimmed, except for the scenery became more and more blurred, and the sound of wind and thunder was like coming from a distant sky.

Becoming weaker and inaudible.

Suddenly, the eyes that seemed a little bloody on the sword light opened, and the entire huge cave became more and more vast and empty, and the surrounding environment was becoming more and more like a faint abyss!

As the main focus of this sword light, the pressure Lin Qing is under now is enough to make anyone lose hope for his "life"!

"It turned out to be the inheritance weapon of our Northern Demon Sect, "Shura Blood Eye Sword". His Holy Majesty actually carried it with him at all times!!!"

"With this inheritance fax weapon in hand, even those peerless masters in the true form of the master may not be able to get any advantage from the saint. This 'Soul' is just an acquired realm, and the difference between the two is like a cloud

I really can't imagine how this "fake thing" can turn the tables!!"

"It's just a pity that this real weapon was killed by Tianfeng and Jinlong three hundred years ago, and has since been inferior to the first-class "true weapon".

In the past few hundred years, our Northern Magic Cult has used a large amount of purple gold, red gold, mixed hardware heroes and meteorites outside the sky as materials, to attract volcanic lava, the power of thunder and lightning, and forged with earth fire and heavenly fire, and finally recovered from the great power of great power with earth fire and heavenly fire.

Part of the vitality.

But who would have thought that when the Dharma King participated in the opening ceremony held by the "Five Phoenix Gate", he suffered a great loss on the Golden Dragon Old Man! The "Shura Sword" was almost broken into pieces, and even the Dharma King

All myself...

Alas, if the Shura Sword is complete, even a master of holy fetus will be able to protect himself!"

The saint of the Northern Demon Sect in the innate realm came from ancient times with a carriage, and even integrated into the religious inheritance weapon created by a small piece of corpse of the supreme demon outside the domain.

They are unable to imagine such supporting martial arts and power. If they are truly exerted, what kind of incomparable and imaginable power they would be!

Or, under such force, this "Holy Son" who had just spoken out loud and even suppressed them so much that they didn't even dare to breathe, was really a native chicken and treacherous dog, and he didn't even have the ability to block it!!

Although Saint Mo Huan is now showing his skills here, it directly represents the tearing of the face between the Saint and the Saint Son.

It also represents a farce that she made before, and now it has come to an end with her own hands.

But power has never been illusory. Saint Mo Huan has such power, even if she kills the saint chosen by her in front of everyone.

Can the people present stand up and not know anyone for this, and even the names of the saints are the saints who tell their sons to come and go and make things difficult for the saints?

Even if the saint cut Lin Qing into a lump and then push out a "holy son" out, they have to approve both hands and feet!

"Everyone, I will tell you in the name of the saint of the Northern Demon Cult. This holy son does not fit the meaning of the demon god Shura of my devil, so he is now a false..."

Suddenly Mo Huan was stunned. Her righteous words made the entire cave stop with the sound of her righteousness echoing.

"Bang!"

Lin Qing's five fingers were like the Five Mountains, and under her unbelievable sight, she steadily clamped the endless Shura Blood-Eye Sword that was destroyed by her sword.

After stretching his left hand, it seemed like blocking Mo Huan's Shura killing move, there were 473 changes, forcing Mo Huan to extend his left hand and use Lin Qing in the air.

He directly clenched each other lightly.

The crisp applause resounded through the cave.

There was no trace of abnormality, no energy, and no broken wall after the sword energy burst out, as if they had just applauded lightly before!

But...how is this possible!

All the previous cheers, whispers and praises from the devils, and sincerely admire them all became flammable, explosive and fragile porcelain.

In just a moment, I don’t know how many it was broken!

"Of course I'm fine. Girl, do you just want to applaud me? What did you just want to say? Can you say it again?

Look, these people below are waiting to see what you want to say in the last sentence? Don’t you have any expression?

By the way, don’t you want to hear what this saint wants to say I am a fake one?”

Lin Qing looked down at the demons present, and the warm smile on the corners of his mouth seemed to be like cleaning people's hearts. For a moment, everyone present shook their heads, not even the courage to listen to a word!

"His Majesty, I beg you not to say anything! I want to live a few more days, so I will kowtow to you now!"

"Sir, I have a black gold dagger that cuts iron like mud and does not stain blood. If you want to cut off this slut's clever tongue, I will present it with both hands now!"

"His Highness the Holy Maiden is the devil who is born into his heart and is intoxicated, so he is full of nonsense.

Such a person is obviously no longer able to be competent for the noble profession of Saint Maiden. So I suggest that we will now abolish Mo Huan's title of Saint Maiden, and you will personally preside over the Holy Son, and select one for our Northern Demon Cult.

How about the 'saint'?"

"The world is like chess, fate is endless, what can I do? I'll ask for trouble! Brother, how did you find such a peerless person to be your substitute? Our Northern Demon Sect... It's over! Puff..."

Inside the cave, this saint of the Northern Demon Sect, Mo Huan, who was pushed by the wall in a flash.
Chapter completed!