Whose family on the street is young and romantic, and I plan to marry and live in peace for the rest of my life.
Lin Zixuan coughed up blood and stood up, with tears in his eyes.
He thought of the first time he met her. At that time, in Tianfeng Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, Na Nizi was unruly and willful and liked to bully him.
He still remembered that when he first fell in love, he was scornful of her and was hunted by her all over the world, with nowhere to hide.
He still remembered that in the ancient tomb deep in the mountains, he fought to save her and almost had her body taken away from her.
Lin Zixuan laughed at himself, looking at the strong men coming from all over the world, and smiled.
Back then, when I was young and romantic, I leaned on my sword to guide the spring and autumn. Looking back, I saw that my passion was always a thin beauty, I couldn't hold it back, and my hair was white as snow.
…
On the towering palace, a black-robed figure stood there, overlooking everything in the sky. He saw Lin Zixuan transformed into a demon, and saw the Life Dao Pill, and a dazzling light flashed in his expression.
"Eye of Tao Demon!"
The evil pupil of the ancient war demon can be opened and closed vertically and horizontally to kill all the gods and Buddhas in the world. It contains the most evil and evil in the world. However, as far as he knows, although this technique exists, there is no one at all.
It can be cultivated, let alone anyone who can use it. Why can this child be summoned so easily?
He, who is at the fourth level of the blood soul realm, can actually communicate with the demon god by reciting ancient demon verses?
Not only him, Commander Haoyue was also extremely shocked. He never thought that a little Lin Zixuan, although he was accompanied by destiny, after all, he was only a fourth-level blood soul realm person, and now he could be on the battlefield.
Show off your power and cause such a shock.
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"Fellow Taoist, don't be stubborn anymore. It's not easy to practice like this." The Ten Thousand Demons clan walked in that direction, and the magic light fell down, descending around the evil fire people and demons. A supreme power seemed to
To tear his soul out.
He is the third elder of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. He has sacrificed blood to the infant spirits of all races to achieve his own status. If he wants to go one step further, he only needs a glimmer of opportunity to become enlightened.
Now, he has found the Life Pill, and after searching for it for hundreds of years, he has lived up to his expectations.
"Lingxiezi, how about I give it to you?"
The sky roared, as if countless muffled thunders exploded in unison, causing the entire sky to dent, and cracks appeared like dragons and snakes swimming around, outlining a portal to nothingness on the sky.
In the portal, suddenly... the figure of an old man walked out.
He seemed to merge with the sky, his face expressionless, gazing at the sentient beings below.
"Skeleton old ghost, you really didn't leave."
Ling Xiezi looked at him coldly. Moyun Empire ordered its troops to retreat, but there were still strong men who were determined to find fortune in this war.
The evil fire man and demon looked up to the sky and howled wildly.
The demonic fire raged wildly, the wind roared, and the figures coming from far away were burned to ashes by the fire. They couldn't even bear the residual power.
"Do you also want to get involved?" The withered old man shouted angrily, and suddenly swiped his finger downwards, and countless red threads extended and roared, rushing towards the cultivators below.
When their expressions changed drastically, these red lines quickly enveloped them, and when they touched each other in an instant, everything they passed was penetrated by them. At the moment of penetration, they seemed to be swallowed up. After the flesh and blood of the monks withered, they perished directly.
Heaven and earth, absolute silence.
Everyone stopped, their minds were in turmoil, and their bodies were trembling extremely.
"Hand over that girl, and I will keep your whole body." A cold voice came suddenly, and an illusion appeared between heaven and earth. The sky above the battlefield seemed to be transformed into Avici Hell.
This illusion contained incomparable power, and it fell on the old man with bones. He raised his hand at will, and Lin Zixuan's body was imprisoned and suspended in the air.
"Half-step realm, the legendary realm."
When people in the distance saw that illusion, endless fear filled their eyes.
"roll!"
Lin Zixuan responded coldly, but the next moment, the illusion of heaven and earth enveloped him. In an instant, the life in his body disappeared, and the aura of death was strong.
Ling Xiezi looked at him indifferently. Who among the seven great empires would dare to disobey their words?
"die!"
The withered old man waved his finger towards Lin Zixuan, and immediately the heavy death aura turned into a flame of death and burned his life.
So what about the supreme genius? A person in the Blood Soul Realm will perish when faced with a strong person in the Dao Realm.
Lin Zixuan's aura was dissipating rapidly, and his vitality signs were also greatly reduced. However, after this reduction reached a certain level, it slowed down.
The instinct of Lin Zixuan's body is unwilling to die. The black and white blood species are constantly emitting restorative power, especially the weapon spirit of the Phantom Mirror. Lin Zixuan has long been regarded as a disciple. How can he allow others to erase him?
Seeing this scene, the expression of the withered old man in the sky changed. He looked at Lin Zixuan with solemn eyes. He rarely encountered this kind of situation. Only King Moyun, who was still in the Blood Soul Realm, had something similar.
One scene.
The old man with withered bones had a gloomy look on his face, and after a few breaths, he clapped his palm, and a terrifying death mark fell from the sky, and the illusion also cast a terrifying meaning of death.
Lin Zixuan's body was burned by the flames of death. He was in extreme pain. His whole body was filled with death energy, and he was no different from a dead person.
The black fire continued to burn, attracting the great attention of the Rakshasa monks and Ling Xiezi.
Especially the latter, his heart was shocked. As a strong man in the same realm, he also knew the terror of the flames. After noticing it for such a long time, his mind fluctuated more and more intensely.
The setting sun and bright moon repair the earth, and the same is true.
As for the withered old man, he was shocked, but he didn't expect what happened next. This scene was beyond his imagination.
Of course, besides being shocked, he was also filled with anger and murderous intent. Unless Lin Zixuan died, today's shame would become Mo Yun's laughing stock.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, countless qi and blood mist emitted from his body, and a destructive palm print condensed out of his hand.
The Withered Palm of Life and Death, one of the skills of the Withered Old Man, is now unleashed in his hands. The aura of death is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and everything around him turns into the black color of the undead.
Ling Xiezi's face was a little moved. Even though Lin Zixuan was extremely talented, it was too difficult to survive.
When people in the distance saw this scene, they roared in their hearts. A half-step master, who was at the pinnacle of the Sunset Empire, was now strangulating Lin Zixuan.
In an instant, the sky became extremely deep, and withered skeletal arms flew out from it. The number was no less than a few thousand. In the blink of an eye, they covered all directions. In his grasp, the life in Lin Zixuan's body and even this space was sucked out.
Come on.
However, at this moment, seeing Lin Zixuan about to be penetrated into the sea of consciousness by that withered hand, a monstrous sword intent suddenly erupted from his body, a sword intent that seemed not to belong to him at all.
At this moment, Lin Zixuan's eyes were extremely sharp, and a voice came out of his mouth: "Here comes the sword."
The sword that was suppressed on the execution platform and pierced through the body of the ancestor of the Lin family left the body in an instant and rushed like lightning.
There was a sword whistling and a sword clanging in front of him.
A ray of sword light burst out of his body. It was the dark demon, and it greedily devoured the ancestral sword in an instant. At this moment, the sword light was strong, and Lin Zixuan felt that the origin was perfect, standing like a son of god, with peerless divine splendor.
With one swing of the sword, blood splashed for three thousand miles, and the heaven and earth were wiped out. The soul, the spirit, and the law were all banned.
At this moment, the Evil Fire Man-Demon escaped from the confinement in a panic, and Ling Xiezi's expression changed with shock, revealing a horrified expression.
"Who are you?" The withered old man's expression also changed drastically, and he looked at Lin Zixuan in shock. This aura did not belong to him.
"Kill!" Lin Zixuan didn't say anything. A cold sword passed through the void, blooming with nine colors of divine light, making the world eclipse and piercing people's eyes.
The bodies of Ling Xiezi and the old man withered bones suddenly dodged away, and the magic sword penetrated between them, wiping out all living beings within three thousand miles.
"evil creature."
A cold voice came directly from the palace in the sky, with a cold meaning, as if the temperature of the entire space had dropped sharply.
Ling Xiezi and Ling Xiezi looked up into the sky, with a touch of respect in their eyes. He was the master of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, a strong man in the Tao realm, and a true power.
"You're just a junior, how can you mess up the minds of our Rakshasa troops?" The voice came again, with an arrogant meaning. His voice spread throughout the void, and the three armies were shaken.
The leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect actually leads a personal expedition?
The soldiers of the Sunset Empire trembled in their hearts, and then their eyes showed despair. What they had done was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket and could not change the overall situation at all.
Once such strong men join the battle, there will no longer be any suspense about victory or defeat. Sooner or later, the sunset will turn into rivers of blood and bones will be exposed.
"No matter who you are, you will die today."
Above the void, Ling Xiezi's pupils turned into evil eyes, and he stared downwards. In an instant, dark chains suddenly appeared, stretching across them. The dark demon fell down and hit the chains with a clicking sound.
It was heard that there were cracks in the chain, but it was not broken.
Another huge palm print came and landed on Lin Zixuan. It was as dense as bones and wiped out all living creatures in all directions.
Lin Zixuan's body was trembling violently, and he kept coughing up blood, which dripped on the Dark Demon.
"I'm talking about being a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right." Lin Zixuan roared, took a step into the air, looked coldly in the air, raised his right hand, and the next moment, the shadow of a huge magic sword suddenly appeared on it.
The sky above my head transformed into reality.
This sword was so shocking and majestic that it split into seven parts in an instant. The moment it appeared, the situation changed. Waves of strong killing intent spread to the sky and exploded, making everyone who felt it change their expressions.
Especially some sunset monks who entered Wanyuan Sword Mountain to practice, they immediately recognized him and exclaimed.
"Seven Ultimate Sword Formation!"
The voices of exclamations came one after another. Ling Xiezi and the old man with the bones looked at each other and fought with both hands. An unpredictable force enveloped the three of them. In an instant, the space was torn apart, and the sword shadow was moved thousands of miles away in an instant.
In the distant barren mountains.
"Little brat, if I let you torture and kill our disciples again, I'm afraid the sect leader will blame me."
Ling Xiezi sneered, but he couldn't see Lin Zixuan's right hand falling.
In an instant, the demonic sword in the sky burst out with dazzling light, striking towards the withered old man in a bright light. The speed was as fast as a rainbow piercing the sky, and it suddenly approached.
As soon as the sword fell, all directions shook.
The skeletal old man who fled quickly had a horrified look on his face. The spiritual power in his body burned and exploded with all his strength. The power of the sword swept out. His body was scratched, and the lower half of his body was shattered, turning into pieces of flesh and blood, scattering on the ground.
The sword light kept chasing him, but he was still running away. Suddenly, he took out a skull doll, squeezed it hard, and it shattered in an instant.
A shrill scream came out instantly. It was his split soul, and it was also the death technique he had prepared for the catastrophe, but he didn't want to use it in advance.
His eyes were extremely evil, and at this moment, his hatred for Lin Zixuan was already overwhelming.
"Why……"
In the void, there was a sigh, and a figure fell from the sky, and in an instant, it was suspended over the cliff.
Under the cliff, the regenerated leg bones of the withered old man were constantly broken under the latter's slight footsteps. The entire barren mountain was trembling, shrouded in a supreme power.
The old man's eyes were filled with anger, and he strangled with both hands. Countless skeleton arms shot through the air and grabbed at the mysterious man.
However, at this moment, he slowly turned his eyes and looked down into the sky. With just one glance, those skeleton arms spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes and fell.
Another sigh.
The whole cliff trembled, and the withered old man did not believe it until his death. Those words became his eulogy before his death.
"He has the courage of his father, and it's not in vain for the old slave to protect him for many years. If you are a greedy little guy, if you want to blame it, it's your fault for provoking someone you shouldn't offend."
Under his grasp, the withered old man and the entire barren mountain were destroyed by the supreme power, turned into powder and dust, and became history.