"Shura boy!"

"The last time I let my long eyebrows go, I dared to show up here," Lie Yangzi scolded the Northern Demon Cultist.

"I'm so brave, I look down on the ancestor," the blood-colored clouds rushed over quickly, and the blood-colored raindrops kept falling. After the weeds on the ground were stained with blood rain, they immediately made a sizzling sound.

This blood rain is full of strong corrosiveness, three more intense than the poison of a thousand-year-old venomous snake.

"The long-browed rat race can only hide. The ancestor and he have been fighting in Shu for ten years. The ancestor is already tired of it. If Changmei runs away this time, the ancestor will kill these casual cultivators completely,"

"Don't you pay attention to not being involved in cause and effect and accumulating good achievements?"

"Wuliang Tianzun, Shura Boy, you are from the Northern Demon Sect. You have been deeply involved in the devil and there is no possibility of saving you. I cannot use any harsh hands to suppress you and prevent harming the world," Yang Qifeng sighed, looking like he had no choice.

Ten years ago, I knew that this person was just one of the three disasters and five difficulties, and it was not disgusted by God's will, so he deliberately looked for the other party and successfully portrayed this person as his own enemy.

They have been entangled for ten years. With the help of this Shura boy from the Northern Demon Sect, Yang Qifeng became famous for his ten years.

The Shura boy has a big tone, but he also has real skills. This person is also a rising star of the Northern Demon Sect. Yang Qifeng came from behind, from losing on time to being evenly matched now, and has a great reputation among casual cultivators.

It's just useless. The casual cultivators are selfish and it is impossible to make them give up their interests. They are not as good as some chivalrous and righteous chivalrous among the ordinary people.

"This Shura boy has achieved great success in his magic skills and has practiced the Shura Blood Evil Divine Light. You fellow Taoists should leave. If you accidentally die, you have wasted a hundred years of practice."

"Please be careful when a real person Changmei is sure to get rid of these demons and bring peace to the world," a casual cultivator looked at the Shura boy with demonic energy, and finally gritted his teeth, even if he was unwilling to give up.

Soon, most of the many casual cultivators had dispersed.

I still understand the simple principle of avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune. Unless I have to fight for it, no one is willing to take risks.

"Let's go, no one of you can get out of it," Shura boy smiled, his tender face showed a ferocious expression. He stretched out his slender tongue, gently licked the corner of his mouth, and opened his arms and swallowed and spread.

A buzzing sound rang through the sky, blood clouds had already covered the sky, and blood rain kept falling, like thousands of bees flying.

The blood rain was so strong that it covered the sky and the earth, and countless lights could be seen vaguely, covering the sky and the earth, sweeping across all directions.

"So brave!" Yang Qifeng shouted loudly. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a sword light rushed up at night. The sword energy came out, like a dense net, constantly intertwined, directly blocking the many blood rains.

"I haven't seen you for a while. You have made great progress in Changmei, but the ancestor has made even greater progress." Shura boy opened his mouth and spitted out a sharp claw, turning into a black long snake, entrenched on his body, and directly wrapped around the flying sword.

The red sword light rose out, and Lie Yangzi took action at this moment. In ten years, he had successfully condensed the Yin God. If he came from a famous sect, he would definitely have the ability to be a sword immortal.

The world of "Shushan" is not as strict as the world of "Immortality" and the Taoist ban must be opened. I don't know how many outstanding emperors have stuck this ban. Originally, they had the hope of Yin God, but in the end they had to die like mortals, and in a hurry, they had to die for decades like mortals.

"The Kunlun school doll has the best taste," Shura Boy looked at Lie Yangzi, his eyes showing greed. He slapped his waist pocket, and his pockets opened, and flying knives flew out.

The flying swords circling densely above the sky. At a glance, there were nearly thirty numbers.

"If you kill Changmei, you will have this kid from Kunlun Sect. The ancestor's thirty-six Asura swords can be refined. At that time, the number of Tiangang will be formed. The ancestor will not lose the position of the helm leader when he returns to the sect."

"There is also this treasure that was born. If it weren't for your Changmei, the ancestor would not have obtained it. Changmei, you are really the lucky star of the ancestor. The ancestor is a little reluctant to kill you,"

The Shura Sword exudes murderous intent, like a physical cutting of all directions.

"Don't be touched by the Shura sword. This knife condenses the power of Shura and is best at polluting the flying sword and body. If it is cut by a knife and is cleaned from sterling silver water, it will inevitably lead to reincarnation in this life." Yang Qifeng has a lot of knowledge. If it is a magic weapon from others, he may not have known the origin and effect as much as possible.

But Yang Qifeng knew the family background of this Shura boy better than him.

It really happened that he had been fighting Shura boy repeatedly in the past ten years. After playing with him for ten years, Yang Qifeng had already figured out his details.

Shura Knife urged her to death, constantly sweeping across the sky.

A casual cultivator was caught off guard, but was slashed by the Shura Sword. One arm was cut off and flew across the air. A stream of Shura power began to spread, but his arm gradually began to melt.

The casual cultivator let out a shrill cry, and his whole body was melting. In less than a breath, the shouting came to an abrupt end, and he had already turned into a pool of thick water.

After the Shura Sword killed, the blood light was even better. Seeing this, the other wandering cultivators who stayed here never dared to stay again and showed off their means to escape.

The Shura boy smiled ragingly, and he controlled the Shura sword and shot towards Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng said to Lie Yangzi, "The devil is powerful, retreat quickly."

Lieyangzi immediately understood what Yang Qifeng expressed. Yang Qifeng rushed into Mount Emei, and Lieyangzi followed closely. Shura boy came without being outdone.

All the wandering cultivators in Mount Emei did not escape the fate of death and died tragically under the Shura sword.

This Shura Sword is too sharp and evil. He kills people without blood. The more he kills, the more fierce he continues to increase his power. No wonder Dao Dao is the one who has restrained more than 100,000 corpses in this mortal battlefield, and has not yet refined a peerless weapon.

In other words, this world is blessed, and thousands of people are a big deal. If you change to a fantasy world, it will be a matter of slap for a million people. Even if you sacrifice blood for hundreds of millions of people, you will not be able to practice a peerless weapon.

The light in Mount Emei is dazzling, and there is a talisman in the light.

Yang Qifeng had just rushed into Mount Emei, and the talisman immediately condensed its light and flew straight towards Yang Qifeng, like a milk swallow pouring into Yang Qifeng's arms.

"The treasure has a spirit, choose the master by yourself."

A ray of light flashed, but the talisman was instantly refined and became something that Yang Qifeng had.

"Hunyuan Yiqi Taiqing Shen Talisman!" Lie Yangzi's heart was shocked, it was indeed the destiny of heaven!
Chapter completed!