boom!!!

Circles of invisible waves of air rushing towards all directions, dust spreading in the sky, and black fog surging.

Everything that happened here was obscured.

Jin Jiucang suffered severe injuries in just one move. Thousands of bones on his body were broken, and blood like earthworms oozed out of his mouth and nose.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the girl floating in the skirt in the sky with her eyes blank.

"So you are not in the Great Sage realm..."

Jiang Zirou shook her head gently, and her long hair like a waterfall fell from her shoulders, and her face was very cold.

"This is impossible!"

Hearing Jiang Zirou speak, he slowly reacted, shaking his head and murmured.

He is the core elder of the Holy Land of the Demon Clan and the Holy Mountain of Qingfeng.

The Golden Peng God of War is victorious in every battle.

He is a saint who is a saint. Even if he has not attained the realm of a great saint, he has a reputation that is not inferior to that of a great saint of the demon clan.

But today.

But in the small world of the weak human race, she was a girl under twenty years old.

One heavy blow!

Is this reasonable? This is not reasonable at all!

"Even the Great Sage is not a trash, so you dare to come to me to speak out!?"

Jiang Zirou frowned.

Entering the new world, his cultivation level soared, and he seemed to have become a little irritable.

"What kind of monster are you..." Jin Jiucang swallowed his saliva.

He looked up at the magical and magical appearance of Jiang Zirou, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Monster?" Jiang Zirou shook her head and said lightly: "I am a real human, but I am just a little bit stronger."

"This world is very big and the water is very deep. Isn't this what you said to me just now?"

Jiang Zirou smiled, but her tone was extremely cold, like the cold wind of winter.

boom!!!

Suddenly, the fire ignited around Jin Jiucang.

Swish!

The flame exploded like a stream of light, and the earth cracked instantly, and cracks like spider webs spread.

The huge reaction force generated between them drove Jin Jiucang to leave quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in the clouds in the sky.

Trepidation!!

The wings spread out, and the Jin Jiu Cang transforms into the body.

Show Jinpeng quickly and find the direction where Qingfeng Holy Mountain is located.

However, let it flap its wings.

The black fog around was endless, and in the black fog, pairs of eyes with vicious and sarcastic eyes opened from it.

finally.

Blood flowed all over the ground and the strength was exhausted.

Jin Jiucang fell on a protruding mountain in a mess, flapping his wings randomly, causing a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

It probably escaped from the monster...it was relieved.

Then he thought viciously: "When I return to the mountain this time, I must tell the sect leader what happened here. At that time, the twelve great saints and elders of Qingfeng Holy Mountain will all come out, and even if the gods descend to earth, there will be only one way to die!"

She is obviously just a saint, why is she so powerful...

If I could seize her martial arts, treasures... devour her luck...

Jin Jiucang kept thinking, and the expression in his eyes became more and more greedy and vicious.

And just then.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The sound of light footsteps came from the black fog in front of me.

"Who!" Jin Jiucang's eyes stood upside down, and he shouted loudly, with a noticeable tremor in his tone.

"How long has it been, don't you recognize me?"

The beautiful and profound figure seemed to come from the painting, but it made Jin Jiucang shudder.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!" it shouted, as if it was a crazy wild dog.

"I see…"

Seeing the blood-colored spear in Jiang Zirou's hand, it was in a daze and muttered to herself: "It turns out that all this is an illusion..."

"No! This is not just an illusion, it is a magical power that distorts space. Forget it, my deity's ability is not something you, a little sparrow, can understand."

A low, majestic, ancient voice like a god came from the black fog.

Just hearing this sound and seeing the eyes hiding in the black fog makes people frighten their hearts and then they have the urge to worship.

But in the next moment.

The voice became extremely charming, "Master, look at your big spear that is so deep under the water, and the golden needle pulls through the chrysanthemum stamens... Bang!"

"Shut up!"

A low and hoarse voice came, and blue veins on Jiang Zirou's back of her hand burst out.

"Oh...oh!" The evil voice came.

"Qingfeng Holy Mountain will not let you go." As death came to an end, Jin Jiucang calmed down and said lightly.

"No…"

Jiang Zirou lifted the evil-eyed spear in her hand and stabbed into the eyebrows of the Jinpeng Demon King.

The skull is the hardest bone in most creatures, and the skull of a monster like Jin Jiucang is far more hard than that of an ordinary divine weapon.

But the evil eye spear pierced through Jin Jiucang's skull, so relaxed that it was like piercing a piece of tofu.

No feeling at all.

"I won't let Qingfeng Holy Mountain go..."

Looking at Jin Jiucang's eyes dying with eyes closed, Jiang Zirou spoke calmly.

...

She raised her head and looked at the sky, feeling a little sad.

once Upon a time.

She just wanted to be a hermit who played the world, but things in the world were unpredictable. People were not plants and trees, so who could be ruthless?

Some things can never be put down once they are in their hands.

She is not very resentful and does not like to kill blood.

But unfortunately, even if you stay in seclusion in the Sutra Pavilion all day long, enemies will come to you one after another.

Kill the smaller ones, and come the bigger ones.

Kill the big one, and the old one comes.

In a trance, she remembered a common saying from her previous life.

"When will the revenge be repaid? The enemy should be killed and ended!"

Since the enemy is destined to let it go, we can only take action first and kill the enemy cleanly!

...

"Master, Master..."

The voice of evil eyes rang in Jiang Zirou's ears, with flattery and flattery.

Jiang Zirou woke up from her thoughts and realized that before she knew it, her cultivation level had been improved by another level, reaching the level of the sixth level of the saint.

She felt a little disappointed.

Too fast...
To be continued...