Burst...

A big head flew out.

That gentleman couldn't even beg for mercy, and in the blink of an eye, he was beheaded and died in the same place.

The rich smell of blood rose to the sky, and the stump fell to the ground like this, everyone looked at him in disbelief, they didn't expect this young man to be so decisive, Zheng Zhangjiao was so shy and begged for mercy, he could still do it.

"You..."

Zheng Nianfeng trembled all over, his eyes were red, and he looked at him in disbelief, but he patted his shoulder with a smile and stuffed the storage bag in his hand back: "The things taught by Zheng Zhangjiao are too valuable, I don't dare to ask for them, I still have to return to my justice!"

"We don't want anything anymore, I'll give it back to you!"

Lin Ruoqing suddenly snatched the storage bag in Lin Qinghua's hand, stuffed it into Zheng Nianfeng's hand, stood beside Li Jihuang, and seemed to say to herself: "Oh, I finally came out to play, and I almost died here, but it turned out that we became wicked people, so tired!"

"You're laughing!"

Zheng Nianfeng barely showed a smile, arched his hand towards Lin Qinghua, and left without looking back, his figure was a little older.

The turmoil stopped, and finally it broke up.

But Li Jihuang did not regret it at all, he did not repent until he died, and under the protection of Zheng Nianfeng, he didn't know how many mistakes he had made, how many innocent people he had mutilated, and countless souls could not be relieved.

Even if he did it all over again and offended the blessed land of mountains and seas, he would not regret what he had done before.

It's just a moth that only harms people, and if you kill it, you will kill it!

The west of the city was in shambles, and many monks came to clean up the mess, cultivate the collapsed building, and rush to work.

Although this incident caused a lot of fluctuations, most of the people present at that time were monks from the blessed land of mountains and seas, and they did not spread it to the outside world, and no one else dared to provoke the blessed land and spread this ugly thing.

Li Jihuang and the others found a new place to settle down.

Inside the room, the boy closed his eyes and sat on the bed.

There was a whistling sound in his body, as if a great river was surging through, the momentum was huge, and a dark golden light flowed from his body, and a powerful momentum quietly emerged, shaking the void and trembling.

The majestic blood qi was running wildly, and the qi was more like a swimming dragon swimming around his body, refining his physical body.

He is more like a god and demon who suppresses chaos, strong and majestic.

"Poof..."

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but his complexion was much better.

"That old man is so strong with sword energy!"

A trace of shock flashed in Li Jihuang's eyes, and it took so long for him to refine this sword qi that remained in his body.

He didn't know that the orthodox cultivation of the Southern Regions was such a force as the Immortal Mountain Blessed Land Sect, and the swordsmanship he cultivated was the Taoist method taught by the Nanhua Immortal Emperor, which was extremely powerful, one sword could cut the heavens and the earth, one sword could give birth to the heavens and the earth, and the swordsmanship could break all things!

Not to mention that the other party's cultivation is several levels higher than him!

The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to cross the gap, don't look at the difference between the early stage of the Scattered Immortal Realm and the peak of the Scattered Immortal Realm, but in fact, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

The scattered fairy realm is a general speech in the great wilderness, and according to the Taoist cultivation, it is out of the ordinary realm.

Out of the mortal realm, it is the monk who cultivates his body to the extreme, achieves a fake immortal, has a lifespan of 10,000 years, can borrow the power of heaven and earth, and is also born Yuan Shen can use supernatural means to transcend the mundane.

There are also nine stages in the realm of detachment, but it is too awkward, so there is a saying that the fairy realm is scattered.

Li Jihuang has just stepped into the first order of the Mortal Realm, and the five ancestors of the Blessed Land of Mountains and Seas are actually the existence of the ninth order of the Immortal Realm, with profound cultivation and strong strength, and a swordsmanship that can break through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, if it weren't for his cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Ancient Gods and Demons Sutra, and the refinement of the essence and blood of the gods and demons of the Immortal Demon Ridge, his physical strength and strength are unparalleled, I am afraid that he will also be cut down by the five ancestors.

But he didn't know, he thought that there was no difference between the monks in the Scattered Immortal Realm, but there was just some kind of 'early', 'middle', and 'late', and the difference in strength was not big, so he dared to fight.

Speaking of which, it was because he didn't know the advanced knowledge of cultivation, and if he knew that the gap between him and the other party was like a chasm that could not be bridged, he probably wouldn't have the heart to fight, and in the end he would not be able to hone his strength and obtain the strength he has now.

His mind was clear, but he was running the Mixed Yuan Ancient God and Demon Sutra while running the Nine Yuan Hao Heavenly Sutra, and both the physical body and the Dao Law did not delay his cultivation, and his progress was rapid.

Speaking of which, he didn't know why he was able to use two things at once, and he comprehended things very quickly, even if it was the Nine Heavens Sealing Divine Seal of the Immortal Law at the beginning, he could comprehend it after observing it for a long time, and even successfully cultivated, as if he could comprehend the mystery at a glance.

Suddenly, there was a cramping pain in his heart, and even his soul began to ache faintly.

"Shhh

He usually doesn't say a word when he suffers heavy blows, but now he screams in pain one after another.

It was as if an invisible force was pulling his flesh and marrow, and the indescribable pain made his forehead bruise, and he curled up together.

Glimmer...

Two filaments...

It was as if an inexhaustible black hole was devouring all his strength, and the blood and qi in his body were frantically draining.

Rumble....

In an instant, the demon core in his heart erupted with a terrifying suction, as if it was about to suck all the essence and blood out of his body, and the momentum was huge.

The majestic blood qi was swept into the demon core, as if the turbulent river was rolling away, but it couldn't fill a single bit.

He felt the rapid loss of blood and qi in his body, and even the mysterious power in his bones was swallowed, and he trembled in pain, rolling frantically on the bed.

It didn't take long for him to stop his convulsions and lie on the bed weakly.

Li Jihuang's empty eyes stared at the sky, very powerless, the power in his body was all drained, and even his strong body became fragile, the mysterious source of demonic energy, I don't know why the blood in his body was devoured!

Now he is weak and powerless, his strength has weakened many times, not even one ten-thousandth of the previous one, and his physical body is not as strong as before.

That demon core, as if devouring not only the flesh and qi, but also the divinity of the flesh, and even the qi of the flesh, he did not have the physical realm of the Golden Body Divine Statue Realm!

"Is the power gone?"

He muttered, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he got up and sat in place with difficulty, running the Mixed Yuan Ancient God and Demon Sutra.

Rumble...

The terrifying exercises were running violently, but the momentum was many times weaker than before, and not even a trace of power was comparable to the previous one, and the scarce qi was running around the body.

He was like a dried corpse that had been drained, and his foundation was seriously damaged, even if there was a panacea for him, it would be difficult to replenish it.

This hurts the root, not an ordinary loss of energy!

There was no word for a night, and he cultivated with a firm face, and there was no mental breakdown at all.

"Li Jihuang, get up!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Lin Ruoqing's excited voice woke him up.

"Is it dawn?"

Li Jihuang glanced at the window, his face was a little pale, his body was even much weaker, and his steps were vain, as if he was about to fall down at any time!

Last night, the demon core devoured all his physical realm, leaving him with serious injuries that were difficult to recover, even if he meditated and cultivated for a night, even if there was a stone of ten thousand spirits in the Danhai to absorb the spiritual energy in the void, even if he swallowed the healing pill, he couldn't recover a point.

I don't know how many years it will take to recover from such a trauma, and if it is not contained by precious natural treasures, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover in this life.

"It's coming!"

Li Jihuang let out a hoarse voice and walked out of the house.

Now although he has lost his realm inexplicably, he also has a lot of strength, and I am afraid that the monks of the Quenching Bone Realm are no match for him.

But in addition to his peak, let alone the monks of the Quenching Bone Realm, even if it was a swordsmanship overhaul at the peak of the ninth order of the Mortal Realm, he was also blown away by his strong body!

A trace of loneliness inevitably flashed in his heart, but he squeezed out a smile and walked out.

"What's wrong with you!"

Lin Ruoqing was startled when she saw him so weak, and hurriedly supported him.

Although Li Jihuang was seriously injured last night, he was in a good mental state, and he couldn't see weakness at all, why did he look so ugly after one night, and even his voice was hoarse?

"It's okay, the old injury has recurred, and I'll be better after a while, after all, I'm a physical cultivator!"

Li Jihuang smiled and touched her little head, and went downstairs together.

"How are you?"

Lin Qinghua also looked at him in disbelief, and after hearing his words, he didn't doubt it much, after all, in his eyes, Li Jihuang had just stepped into the Mortal Realm, and it was normal for him to be injured when he stepped into the Mortal Realm and fought against the overhaul of the ninth order peak of the Mortal Realm.

Several people left the inn together and walked into the bustling city.

Today is the day of the demon ceremony, countless forces have come to the ancient city of Shanhai to watch, the city is a sea of people, the atmosphere is lively.

On the street, countless people looked excited and loud.

On the spacious main road, rows of murderous sergeants escorted vicious and ferocious demons, or those evil cultivators who did all kinds of evil, and the cages made of dark iron imprisoned those villains.

The blood aura on the demons was thick, and Li Jihuang could even guess that these demons had eaten a lot of people to have such a fierce aura.

The crowd in the ancient city of Shanhai was noisy, and everyone's eyes were shining, and he was not afraid of these fierce and violent demons at all, which made him a little surprised in his heart.

Sure enough, the area under this Demon Mountain is really different, the monks are not high, but integrated into the world, everyone can cultivate, brave and warlike, and there is no fear of killing demons and demons.

And under the command of Fuxian Mountain, the existence of monks is hidden.

He had never heard of any cultivation in the world, and monks and demons were both legendary things, out of reach.

If he hadn't been persecuted by demons, he would not have been able to have the fate to cultivate the same path for the rest of his life!

However, a force like Fuxian Mountain is also under huge pressure, slaying demons and destroying demons silently guarding the people under his command, and the territory under the command of Demon Mountain looks like a prosperous world of cultivation, but it is not very restrained, and the cultivators are not good or bad, and they may have committed more evil things than demons.

The passionate sound from the street pulled his thoughts back, and he smiled and walked forward with Lin Ruoqing, and gradually followed the team into the inner city.

The team drove straight in, and there was a deafening cheer from the huge square, and the rich smell of blood filled the heavens and the earth.

The demon slashing knife was blood-red, as if it couldn't be washed off, and there were even many unjust souls on the knife, one by one the ghosts were crying and wolf howling and tearing, but they couldn't break through the shackles, and they were imprisoned by death.

That high platform, as if it was made of blood, could not be washed off, and just looking at it made people feel daunted.

On the high platform, the leader of the monk gradually spoke, majestic.