"It's good if Master agrees." Yan Haochen smiled even more happily, and many black bugs appeared on his face, densely packed like maggots.
Xu Qingyuan's eyes narrowed, and he used his fingers as swords and reached out to stab. Yan Haochen opened his mouth with a grin, revealing his white teeth. Black bugs crawled into his mouth and squirmed on the tip of his blood-red tongue, which made people panic.
"Master and apprentice, why bother?"
His illusory figure was scattered by the sword energy, and then condensed again. His eyes were so wide that they seemed to protrude.
"Demon Lord, I can't see your sincerity." Xu Qingyuan said coldly, invisible coercion emanating from his body, like Mount Tai pressing down on top, making it impossible to move.
Qianhuan Demon Lord pointed his finger, and the pressure as heavy as a mountain collapsed. At the same time, the dark demonic fire bloomed like a lotus, shooting out chains of demonic energy as black as an abyss, intertwining in the air, forming a terrifying black air flow, and the momentum
Shocking.
"Let's get straight to the point." Looking at the vast and powerful spiritual energy as vast as the sea, Xu Qingyuan had no choice but to give up resistance, removed the pressure, and allowed the chain of demonic energy to fly towards him.
But the demonic chain only advanced three feet before turning into black smoke and dissipating. At the same time, a hearty laugh resounded. The sound was turbulent and spread throughout the Lieyan Sect, so that the entire sect
Demonic intent grew in his heart, and the greedy desire hidden in his heart was infinitely magnified.
"Presumptuous!" Xu Qingyuan shouted loudly. This is the inheritance of Lieyan Sect, a thousand-year tradition. Is it possible that today he will be assimilated by this demon and become the source of all evil?!
But then he thought about it, and the gap between him and him was like that between an ant and a giant dragon. This demon, which had been sealed for thousands of years and released, had infinite origins and could easily put him to death.
"Masters of the Lieyan Sect, Qingyuan is a generation of sinners who have no shame in living in this world." Seeing the demonic thoughts in his heart growing stronger, Xu Qingyuan smiled bitterly and shed tears.
The Thousand Illusions Demon Lord has dull eyes. It is like a Rakshasa from hell, coming with the Nine Nether Demonic Thoughts to destroy all living beings.
The dark demonic fire on his body burned wantonly and spread towards the sky, burning the entire sky red. The demonic energy shuttled under the curtain of fire. He was suspended in front of the sun, like a god.
"Ten years ago, you and I made a promise. You let me go free, and I promised you a prosperous business for a hundred years. Now that you have broken your promise, you should be punished."
The rolling demonic sound was like the sound of judgment, and with just a squeeze of his five fingers, the demonic thoughts in everyone's hearts, like evil spirits that ate human blood, began to worm their souls independently, turning into a thick cocoon, and it was still going on.
It's so strong that it seems ready to explode at any time.
"Peng"
The cocoon did not turn into a butterfly, but a large amount of blood mist poured out, exaggerating the mountain of Lieyan Sect and making it even brighter red.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. All the people who negotiate terms with me have died and turned into dust thousands of years ago. You are just my demon slave. Your mission is to serve as the Third Queen's Yunlong
At the auction, drag one of the three peak Blood Soul Realm figures behind Su Hongxi!"
The indifferent voice woke Xu Qingyuan out of his daze. He looked up helplessly into the eyes of Qian Huan Demon Lord, and saw excitement emerging in his cloudy eyes.
Because, in those eyes, he saw a young man trapped by countless demonic chains. His clothes were torn and stained with blood, but there was a perseverance in his eyes that was different from ordinary people.
…
Under the lake of fire, Lin Zixuan and Chu Yan had fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds. Moreover, Lin Zixuan's deep blood energy foundation and exquisite moves shocked him. His spiritual energy level, which was three realms higher, did not bring any obvious advantages.
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Lin Zixuan became more and more courageous as he fought. This was a rare opportunity for him. He was able to discover his own shortcomings by fighting against the genius of the Lieyan Sect at the sixth level of the Blood Spirit Realm. At the same time, some mysterious and complicated moves inspired him a lot.
"Damn it, he's analyzing my movements!" Chu Yan was so angry that he gritted his teeth. This talent of learning in battle is something that many people don't have. They often lose their lives if they are not careful, and this kind of people will lose their lives if they are not careful.
, keen perception, out-of-the-box thinking, and strong imitation ability.
It is not difficult to see that I have met such a person.
There was a ruthless look in his eyes. To deal with this kind of person, you must fight quickly, so that he will not have time to see his own moves clearly and die in an accident.
His body shape changed so fast that only afterimages were left in the sky. At the same time, the fire on his body shone, extremely hot, like the fire of the sun.
"Fire God Art, the famous spell of the deputy sect master." Someone appeared in surprise. This overbearing flame spell is the spiritual spell that every fire monk dreams of.
The flames surged like a torrent, and the hot flames poured down, making people sweat profusely, and it felt like the blood in the whole body was about to be evaporated.
Lin Zixuan's face was as flat as a mirror. After swallowing a large amount of burning spirit fire slurry, he felt very little about this feeling. After all, after seeing the grace of a real dragon, would he still be afraid of the arrogance of wild dogs?
With a flash of his eyes, his soul power was released, forming an invisible force field around him, slowing down Chu Yan's movements.
Chu Yan's mind trembled again. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of fluctuation. This was a strange and powerful soul power. At the same level, the soul cultivator was the king.
"Sure enough, it turns out that you relied on the confidence brought by the soul, but you are just entering the human soul realm for the first time, and you don't even know the soul spell. This level of strength is nothing to worry about." After his words fell, the giant palm of flames condensed and formed.
If it comes out, it must be suppressed alive.
"Perhaps, after you learn the soul spell, I might be afraid of you." He laughed and stood aside, watching attentively.
The speed of the giant flame palm was a bit unbelievable. Lin Zixuan wanted to hide, but was still attacked by the remaining waves.
Yan Dan looked at Lin Zixuan who was in the blazing flames, closed his eyes, and said sadly: "You are a feisty fool, you are obviously not as good as me, but you still go up for me, you are really... stupid."
At the end of the sentence, she shed tears slowly.
"The palm of the God of Fire has the power to burn the sea and chaos, and all the monks have no bones left." Someone lamented that he had heard of the illustrious reputation of the deputy sect leader. Anyone who was defeated by his attack had no spiritual energy cultivation.
They all feed back to heaven and earth.
In the flames, the flame divine ring in Lin Zixuan's body shone brightly, and all the terrifying fire light that penetrated his body was swallowed up by it.
He walked out of the flames, nothing happened, but he was radiant and full of energy.
"How is that possible?!" Chu Yan's eyes widened. His master's famous skills were practiced so well by him that they were engraved in his heart. He often succeeded in trying them, but today he failed. It was really strange.
He was a little unbelievable, and blasted out two more palms, almost draining out all the spiritual energy in his body. The two huge flame palm prints were superimposed, and the terrifying power came over, and the arrogance was shocking.
Lin Zixuan stood there like a motionless king, quietly waiting for its arrival. Under the blow just now, he felt that all the cells in his body began to jump for joy.
As a result, the giant flame palm passed through his body and disappeared.
Chu Yan sat there blankly, a terrible guess welling up in his heart.