Of course, the bloody boy could sense that this Chu red space vortex was exactly the same as the Chu red vortex that rescued the Nine Yin King in the sky above Jiuyin Kingdom last time, and they had the same origin.
This junior, just because he knew a little bit about space, actually ruined his good deeds many times. He was so impatient with his life.
"Old devil, Xiao has been waiting for you here for a long time."
In the sky above Tianzun Ridge, the sky twisted like water patterns, and a white figure emerged, it was Xiao Fan.
"Is it you?"
This time, the bloody boy was really surprised, and then he looked Xiao Fan up and down with an expression of disbelief on his face.
There is no doubt that he has recognized Xiao Fan, the human monk who appeared on Dragon God Island many years ago, the descendant of Xiao Wuji, and the owner of the Chaos Spirit Body. However, at that time, this little thief was just a Nascent Soul.
The middle stage of cultivation, how come it has not been seen for a hundred or two hundred years, but it has reached the middle stage of spiritual awakening, with deep magic power and full spirit and energy. It seems that the middle stage of cultivation has been consolidated, and it does not look like it has just advanced.
But how is this possible?
In less than two hundred years, from the middle stage of Yuanying to the late stage of Yuanying, it is still not possible to successfully break through the bottleneck, but this little thief has climbed several steps in a row and become one of the top masters of the lower interface.
Although the monks in the middle stage of enlightenment are not in the eyes of Qiye Python, such an advancement speed is a bit too scary. Qiye Python is well-informed, not to mention the inferior interface, even the spiritual energy is far more abundant
There are many mysterious spirits in the upper world, and it is rare to see such a heaven-defying situation.
This is also the reason why the Seven Night Python felt that the space technique that rescued the Jiuyin King was quite similar to the space technique that Xiao Fan used many years ago when it was over the Jiuyin Kingdom last time, but it did not suspect Xiao Fan at all. Both sides
The realm of cultivation is really far apart.
How could a little Nascent Soul Stage monk play tricks in front of him?
Who knew that I was really wrong.
"Old devil, your true self was killed by the ancestor of our sect in the upper realm. You are just a clone. If you dare to run rampant in the lower realm, aren't you afraid of being completely killed and never reincarnated?"
Xiao Fan looked at the bloody boy indifferently and said with a sneer, his tone full of disdain.
"You little thief. You're talking nonsense!"
"Who said that the true form of this ancestor was destroyed?"
The Seven Night Python was furious and roared.
The sarcasm at the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth became even stronger, and he said lightly: "Sir, please stop pretending here. Do you think that no one really knows about the things in the upper world? You were killed by the ancestor of our sect, Tianzun, the golden-winged roc.
Bird once witnessed it with his own eyes. We are all born with the Holy Spirit, so he must not lie, right?"
Back on * Island, Venerable Jinpeng did indeed say that in the Xuanling Upper Realm, the Seven Night Python was beaten to pieces by Xiao Wuji.
Although Lord Jinpeng did not say whether the Seven Night Python was completely killed by Wuji Tianzun, since they are mortal enemies, Wuji Tianzun would not show mercy. The golden-winged Dapeng, silver-winged Lei Peng and other natural holy spirits were all killed by Wuji Tianzun.
The reason was that it saved the life of Qiye Python.
This is also the reason why Qiye Python keeps claiming to be the "True Body of the Holy Spirit".
The original body has been destroyed, and the remaining soul has successfully re-condensed into a physical body. It can indeed claim to be the "true body of the Holy Spirit".
"Little thief. Looking for death!"
In an instant, the Seven Night Python became furious and roared. It raised its hand and a faint line of blood appeared, cutting towards Xiao Fan who was standing not far away like lightning.
Xiao Fan was the first person to come into contact with the power of this blood line, and he was also the person who knew it best. When the Seven Night Python had not yet condensed its physical body and was just a spiritual body, the blood line was billowing. This included Ouyang, who was known as the number one monk in the Southern Continent.
No one, including the bright moon, can resist it.
Now that the body is condensed, this blood line is even more sharp.
Xiao Fan just looked at him coldly, neither fighting nor dodging. He made a soft "chi" sound and a faint blood line cut into Xiao Fan. However, it seemed that nothing had happened. He just walked away from Xiao Fan.
Disappeared without a trace.
The art of space!
Qiye Python's expression suddenly became solemn.
Unexpectedly, after this little thief's cultivation level increased greatly, his control over the power of space also reached a whole new level. Back then, on Dragon God Island, he needed to fully activate the power of the "Qiankun Cauldron" in order to confront the space barrier there.
, the current frontal attack on him was actually so light, his blow was easily guided into the cracks in space, and disappeared into nothingness.
"Old devil, if you want to fight, then be more serious. If you play house like this, even if I kill you in the end, it will still be a weak victory."
Xiao Fan laughed, with a very obvious meaning of joking.
"Little thief, I know you have set up an ambush here, and I also know that you want to provoke me and make me fall into the trap."
After all, Qiye Python was indeed born in the lower realm of the Holy Spirit. He quickly suppressed his anger and revealed a smile on his lips.
"But so what?"
"I'm worried that I can't gather all the ants in your Nanzhou continent together and wipe them out in one fell swoop. Now you can send them to me yourself, that's the best thing. I'll let you have a good experience of what the true power of the Holy Spirit is."
"Little thief, you will definitely regret it!"
The bloody boy said, opened his mouth, and a green seal flew out.
This cyan seal was only two inches in size. It swelled up in the storm and turned into a giant several feet in the blink of an eye. It suddenly flew over Xiao Fan, made a loud "boom", and struck Xiao Fan with overwhelming destructive power.
And down.
With such huge power, no matter how good Xiao Fan's space skills are, it will be difficult to annihilate him with the power of space.
The great force is approaching, and Mount Tai presses to the top.
"Wave"!
The white-robed figure burst open like a bubble, floating inch by inch into the void.
Xiao Fan disappeared on the spot without a trace.
The milky white clouds covering Tianzun Ridge dispersed, revealing the entire Tianzun Ridge.
"The energy of chaos?"
The Seven Night Python was sitting high up, overlooking the whole Wuji Mountain, with a sneer in his mouth.
"It seems that this is the place where Xiao Wuji's disciples and descendants thrive. Very good, today our ancestor is going to go on a killing spree and raze this den of thieves to the ground, so that Xiao Wuji's disciples and descendants will completely disappear from the world and be wiped out in ashes. They will never be able to live forever.
Transcendence."
Immediately, without any hesitation, with a "swish" sound, a streak of blood shot towards Tianzun Ridge Wuji Hall.
The cyan seal turned into a size of tens of feet and roared down with suppression.
"boom"!
The entire Wuji Hall collapsed, with broken walls flying everywhere, and was razed to the ground in the blink of an eye by the huge force carried by the blue seal.
"You little thief, don't you want to kill me? This ancestor is already here. Come out if you are brave enough!"
"Let this ancestor see you, they are all ants who are not afraid of death!"
"Ant?"
"Your Excellency, you think too highly of yourself."
Before he finished speaking, Prince Vimalakia appeared not far away. But at this time, Prince Vimalakirti had transformed into a black giant more than ten feet tall. He was holding a Xuanhua ax more than ten feet long.
He stood majestically in mid-air, glaring down at the bloody boy like a demon from hell.
"Junior, Xu Tianshou was no match for me back then. How will you treat me?"
The bloody boy didn't even look at Prince Vimalakia and said with a sneer.
"kill!"
Prince Vimalakia didn't talk nonsense to him. He held up the Xuanhua ax with both hands, and with a shadow of several feet long, he slashed down on the Seven Night Python's head.
The sound of the void tearing apart was extremely harsh.
"Huh?"
The bloody young man raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming quite surprised.
Although the ax of Prince Vimalakia was extremely powerful, it was not in the eyes of the bloody boy. What surprised him was the power of pure sharp gold contained in this axe. Yasha is a strong man of the sea tribe. He practices
The power of sharp metal is relatively rare. The Tianshou King killed by the bloody boy a hundred years ago did not use sharp metal skills. I did not expect that the spiritual roots of the brothers would be so obviously different.
The shadow of the ax came very quickly and was in front of us in the blink of an eye.
The bloody young man moved his feet slightly and slid to the right, barely avoiding the blow. But suddenly his right hand reached out and he grabbed it into the void. There was a soft sound of "Ouch", and a handle
The gleaming long sword was grabbed out of the void by the bloody boy.
"You little thief, you still dare to attack secretly!"
The bloody boy sneered. Suddenly there was a burst of blood in his palm, and the long sword that was originally gleaming with cold light and full of spirituality seemed to have received some kind of heavy blow. It suddenly struggled and twisted, and made bursts of screaming sounds.
Just when the bloody boy was about to work harder and completely destroy the long sword, he only heard a "bang" sound, and the sword exploded and turned into thousands of cold stars, striking at the bloody boy.
It shot away and instantly enveloped his entire body.
The bloody young man let out a cold "hum", and suddenly his whole body shone with blood, like a tangible entity. Wherever the blood light passed, thousands of cold stars turned into nothing.
"You little thief who doesn't know how to live or die!"
The bloody boy smiled coldly, raised his hand, and a line of blood rolled towards the right side.
I don't know when, the silver-haired man from Qixing Pavilion appeared behind the bloody boy, holding the long sword with cold light in his hand, but his spiritual energy was a bit dim, and it was obvious that he had been seriously injured just now. He saw blood streaks rolling down his face.
, the silver-haired man raised his hand and flicked it, and a finger fell off from his palm, turning into a sharp dagger long enough to strike at the blood line.
There was a soft "chi" sound, and the seemingly hard silver dagger was cut in two by the blood line, and it didn't even have the slightest resistance.
The silver-haired man was surprised.
He has the body of a puppet. This short sword is actually made of extremely hard sharp gold. Although it is not the hardest thing in this world, there are few other materials that can surpass it. Who knows?
Unable to parry, he was cut into two pieces.
As soon as he cut off the dagger, the bloodline suddenly accelerated, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the silver-haired man. He was caught off guard and the silver-haired man had no time to dodge.
Just like his short sword, it was about to suffer the same fate as being cut in two. A strange force suddenly appeared in the void and suddenly blocked the blood line. The sound of "chichi" was heard endlessly, and it seemed that countless things were chopped into pieces in an instant.
Already.
And that seemingly indestructible blood line also exhausted its last bit of strength when it cut a few feet in front of the silver-haired man, and was completely destroyed.
"The power of the magic circle?"
The bloody boy finally showed a look of surprise. (To be continued)