"No one can owe me what I have not paid back!" I stood in front of a falling yellow paper and said lightly, for some reason, from the moment I woke up, I felt that the whole world had changed. It made me feel inexplicably that I should stand high and look down at all those who are hostile to me! I love those who love me deeply.

I don't know what Wen Yi did, but I could see her haggardness. She could capture the evil spirits of Wen Yi from the so-called sixth sense around her. It was not the evil spirits in the dragon veins, but the iron-blood spirit that she had after killing. I smiled slightly, walking in this flashing corridor like a king. In my palm was a thousand-year-old peach wood sword in my hand. The light it emitted at this time was as dazzling as the laser sword in the movie. The buzzing shaking sound came from the sword body. I could feel the excitement of the peach wood sword, which was a manifestation of 100% releasing the power it should have.

At this moment, I realized that I was finally standing at the highest point in the world! As long as I am willing, I can reach the gate of immortality with a light kick.

But that is not what I need! I am sure that the people I love and the people I love deeply are by my side. No matter how bullshit immortality or immortality is forever, I don’t want it!

I want the world to restore peace!

I want to live with my daughter and wife with peace of mind!

I want these damn, bastard, unlucky guys to see what iron-blooded wrists are!

Click!

As soon as a sword fell, a yellow turban strongman with a height of two meters and five meters high was split into two sections by me. When the sword light fell, it turned into two pieces of yellow paper and fell from the air.

"Zhao Zihan!!" I shouted loudly. The sound of explosion and shattering just now appeared in pieces, but after I killed four Yellow Turban Strongmen, nothing sounded.

I saw a big hole not far away, which was formed by the Yellow Turban Warrior breaking up from downstairs and hitting. It is hard to imagine that the big guy created by the piece of paper tongguo spell has such great destructive power. It is definitely not easy for someone to use this magic spell to sprinkle.

But I am confident that I can easily do this with my current magic power and state, and I feel calm and no longer afraid of these things.

Sometimes people are so strange. When you have mastered a certain amount of power, you can be fearless. The zombie, the Yellow Turban Warrior, used to be like a great enemy. Now it is as ugly as a play in my eyes. When I turn my hands, I am sure to destroy any enemy that appears in front of me, whether it is a human, a zombie, or a piece of paper.

Sometimes death comes unexpectedly and is heartbreaking.

I found the little girl who had been following Zhao Zihan and the great immortal on her body.

The little girl died miserably, her eyes were dug up by life, leaving only the upper half of her body and one and a half arms.

The great immortal was also severely injured and was not far from death. He didn't even have the basic ability to think. He floated around the little girl like a wandering soul, and circled around, and the energy on his body kept flowing out.

"Dragon Fire Spell?" I found the scorched lower body. The remaining magic power and breath made me judge that this was a very ancient spell.

"The person who starts is not a modern person!" The knowledge I inherited tells me that the opponent will not be ordinary people, nor will it be modern people.

The last time the Fire Dragon Spell appeared more than a thousand years ago, and it is unknown how it was lost. After I opened the door of the inheritance, I had more and more doubts. Why did Li Si's inheritance approach the history of more than 200 years ago? He should have been sealed in the underground palace of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, which made me very puzzled.

Following the breath of the spell, I slowly walked in that direction, climbed along the stairs little by little to the rooftop.

Zhao Zihan either died of a bad life or was on the rooftop.

But there was no new mana fluctuation that proved that there was someone on the roof. I searched the two floors below me and found no figures.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. Only the fine snow particles floating all over the sky hit the face coldly when they pushed open the rooftop door.

call!

After exhaling a breath of turbid air, I held the peach wood sword and looked outside with my eyes narrowed.

A small small memorial platform with a row of four original talismans of the Yellow Turban Resonators standing on it, which have not been activated yet.

The foot of the table on the table trapped a person and was sealed by a piece of talisman paper.

There was an old Taoist robe behind the platform, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. The material was very ancient, like linen.

He also held a peach wood sword radiating with light in his hand, which was delicate and looked like it was not an ordinary person.

"The Taoist lineage has been passed down from generation to generation, why bother?" I said softly. The old Taoist stood not far away from me, his clothes were blown by the wind, and the breath of magic power gradually rose from his body, and became stronger and stronger. Finally, it stabilized at a very high height.

But for me, it's not high enough! It's still a few steps away.

A contemptuous smile seemed to be an alternative praise to me. Because he could not find out how much magic power I had, the peach wood sword in my palm was introverted, like an ordinary thing.

"God, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm fine." The old Taoist said to me.

I raised my eyebrows, and for some reason I thought about the word "God" from the bottom of my heart.

"You recognized the wrong person, my name is Yang Guang." I pointed at Zhao Zihan and said, "Can you let her go?"

"What do you think? Yes, yes, I recognized the wrong person. The God once said that reincarnation is nothing, and the previous life is no longer your bond, nor will it be you anymore. Right?" said the old Taoist.

I shook my head and said, "Do you know, since I got off the plane, I was in a bad mood, very bad, I wanted to vent my vent. But I couldn't find a suitable target. I don't care whether you knew me or not, I don't want to know what happened before, nor would I explore it. However, I care about my relatives and friends very much. If you come to see me politely, I won't be angry. Maybe I will sit down and talk to you. Now, you have hurt my friends, so you are going to die."

"Hahahaha!" The old Taoist looked up and laughed wildly: "Absurd! Yang Guang, Yang Guang, do you really think that you were the god who was so powerful that he was the god who was so powerful in the wilderness? The reason why the old Taoist was able to find you was that he wanted to get rid of you. These two little ladies were afraid of your life, and it must have something to do with you. I killed one and left one, just to make the evil in my heart for thousands of years."

"You're crazy!" I walked forward and said.

"Stop!!" the old Taoist shouted angrily, and I saw a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Are you scared? Since you did, why should you be afraid?" I roared angrily and took two more steps forward, less than ten meters away from him.

"The sky is like a fiery fire, my heart is not moved, and my heart is angry and blood turns into paper into soldiers! It rises!" The old Taoist didn't give me a chance, and suddenly recited the magic trick, smashed it hard on his chest with his right hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then the peach wood sword in his left hand was like a sword flower. Every drop of blood sprayed was beaten out by him and fell on the four paper men in front of him.

A strange wind spiraled out from the ground, and black fog filled the surroundings.

The old Taoist's voice suddenly became erratic: "Hahaha, God, you have given up your memory, you must have given up your Dharma too? The four evil ghost formations were taught to me back then. Now I give back to you. This woman is the eye of the formation. If you want to break the formation, kill her! I really think I will fight you here stupidly? Lord God, we see the dragon vein! It will be a real good show at that time. Unfortunately, it's a pity that I was unable to kill your life when you were in a cocoon."

"Four Ghost Formation? What kind of formation is this? Why have I never heard of it? I have never mentioned it in the inheritance? "I murmured, not daring to move around.

A whistling sound came from my ears, interrupting my thoughts.

He suddenly pulled his waist and twisted his body, avoided the sudden heavy blow, and stabbed it out with a sword.

Squeak!!!

The peach wood sword that cuts steel just now is like cutting tofu is like a sound that only when the steel knife cuts steel.

I suddenly became terrified, so strong!

I wanted to run forward, and the fist wind appeared in front of me again, and my huge fist rushed straight to my face.

I could only dodge sideways again, my whole body of magic power was poured into every inch of my body's skin, and my hands were slammed forward like a fist, and I slammed the arm of the fist in front of me like a fist.

bump!

What a hard body, this is definitely not a body that only the Yellow Turban Strongman has.

Thinking of the so-called "angry blood" of the old Taoist, this must be an upgraded version of the Yellow Turban Powerful Man. But I have never heard of any upgraded version of this method. After all, this thing is like a waste of money in front of a real master. Who is in the mood to develop such a spell that is neither high nor low?

Could this be the original "I" developed? Can't it work with this formation?

Although I said I was not interested in the previous "I", under such a method, I am full of admiration for the previous "I". Bah, I still have the mentality. It seems that this increase in magic power has made me unconsciously have the capital to be proud.

Dodging the attack again, I recited the spiritual spell: "The mortal world falls, and the true blood protects the spirit." Put the middle finger of the left hand into his mouth and bit it hard. Taking advantage of the moment when the blood is flowing, I shake my right hand and apply a layer of true blood on the peach wood sword.

In an instant, the peach wood sword let out a dragon roar, shook a little black smoke around it. I cut it horizontally, and the palm sword was like a knife.

Puchi!

I cut half of my arm off the thing that sneaked into my arms, and before it landed, it turned into a piece of yellow blood-stained paper. I reached out to catch it, but I thought of a spell in my heart like electricity, but I didn't expect that before the yellow paper reached my palm, a pool of blue flames appeared, and the piece of paper was burned clean in an instant!
Chapter completed!