The giant is red.

and a color of thunder.

"Click!"

Raising his hand to grasp it, three pools of blood have accumulated under his feet, counting the current one, the Jindan monk who died in the hands of the giant has almost caught up with the number of one hand.

It had only been three or four breaths since it appeared, and it was only a few slower Jindan monks who reacted slowly before they could recall the flying sword and take off.

Someone should stop it, otherwise there will be no more Zhou family in the world after tonight.

"Kill!"

The giant threw the corpse in its hands, which had been reduced to minced flesh, and as it had done on previous occasions, it chose to target the monk closest to it.

It was Zhou Qiyuan who was arrested this time.

"Woo!"

Like every monk who died at the hands of giants, Zhou Qiyuan lost all his strength to resist the moment he was captured—in fact, he couldn't move even if he was asked to struggle because he had exhausted his spiritual power in the previous battle.

"This man's life is mine. ”

Just when Zhou Qiyuan's legs left the ground and involuntarily floated towards the giant's outstretched palm, an indifferent voice sounded.

Along with this sound appeared a translucent ripple that was spreading.

Ripples crossed between the giant and Zhou Qiyuan, and with a soft sound of 'pop', it seemed to cut off a silk thread that could not be seen by the naked eye, and the power acting on Zhou Qiyuan disappeared, and he fell to the ground, with his feet facing the sky and embarrassed, but he really saved his life.

Although only temporarily.

Mo Ye stood on the ground, his right hand still maintaining the posture of swinging his sword, and the tip of the Huolin Sword pointed directly at the giant.

To be honest, Mo Xie was the closest person to the giant, but the giant didn't regard him as his target at all.

"Kill!"

The giant ignored Mo Xie, it opened its palm, and its palm was still facing Zhou Qiyuan.

Zhou Qiyuan was filmed again, but this time before his toes left the ground, he fell to the ground again.

"Are you inaudible or incomprehensible to me?"

Mo Ye stared at the giant, he was still walking slowly, and the direction of his toes was still where Zhou Qiyuan was, and the two swings of the sword were just casual actions on the move.

"Kill!"

The only thing the giant gave was this one voice and Zhou Qiyuan, who was captured again.

"Huh!"

Mo Ye's response was still a sword.

"Plop!"

Zhou Qiyuan landed, and the monk who had exhausted his spiritual power was no different from ordinary people, several times upside down and upside down, up and down, he only felt that his viscera had moved its position, and he was in pain.

Yet it was clear that his sin was not finished.

"Kill!"

The giant grabbed him in the air again, as if because of the previous failures, this time the giant used two hands.

A strong tearing force acted on Zhou Qiyuan's body, although it was only an instant, it still ripped off one of his hands and feet.

"Plop!"

He fell into the dust for the third time, and this time he screamed.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

"What are you doing! Staring at labor and management for Mao?!Mo Xie, that guy is obviously the one closest to you, why don't you look for him first?!"

Zhou Qiyuan's heart was extremely unbalanced.

The movement here also attracted the attention of others.

"Is there something strange about this giant, or is there something strange about Mo Xie, why doesn't the giant attack Mo Xie?"

Some people wondered.

"This red giant is the incarnation of the Heavenly Tribulation sealed by the power of our clan in ancient times, and it is a natural enemy for our generation cultivators, could it be...... Mo Ye doesn't even have a trace of cultivation on his body at all?"

There is speculation.

But no one dared to go down and mix the strange triangle between the incarnation of the Heavenly Tribulation, Zhou Qiyuan, and Mo Xie.

"Kill!"

The Heavenly Tribulation Avatar roared this time, its arms vibrating, as if it had carried the power of nine oxen and two tigers on its palms, but its target was still not the Mo Xie who had repeatedly obstructed it and violated the majesty of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Zhou Qiyuan closed his eyes in despair.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and a cultivator who does not have spiritual power in his body is really not good at cooking.

What's more, he doesn't even have hands and feet now.

Not every cultivator is a monster like Zhou Xinyan.

Mo Xie is not a cultivator, although he has exchanged and practiced the Taoist cultivation methods in the "Dao Xuan Zhen Interpretation", but the things he has cultivated are completely different from those of the cultivators in this world, especially after fusing it with the "Holy Spirit Sword Method".

He is not a monster, when it comes to means, Zhou Xinyan who has lost his hands and feet and his fifth limb is more than him, and in terms of strength, if Zhou Xinyan's hands and feet are all in him, he has to use nuclear bombs before he has the confidence to enter the Zhou family.

But he was able to stop this catastrophe incarnation.

Zhou Qiyuan, who closed his eyes tightly, didn't wait for the moment when he was broken, what he waited for was a scolding:

"If you don't understand people, you won't say it sooner, get out of the way over there! Don't get in the way here!"

He opened his eyes, unable to see the Apocalypse Incarnate due to his current position, but he heard a rush of dull footsteps.

It's like a huge being has been pushed by someone, lost its center of gravity, and hurried back.

Then the shouts of killing sounded like they sounded from the sky, echoing in the hollow, and his mind began to dizzy and his eyelids began to sink until his body involuntarily left the ground again.

It wasn't the invisible suction that lifted him, it was a normal human hand that lifted Zhou Qiyuan.

"I don't need anyone to do it for the people I want to kill. ”

Mo Xie lifted Zhou Qiyuan until the latter could be at eye level with him.

"I know. ”

There was no longer blood coming out of the wound on his face, not because the wound had scarred, but because Zhou Qiyuan had other larger wounds on his body that had taken away the quota of bleeding.

His face had turned pale, but his eyes were still clear.

This man still maintained his sobriety until this moment.

Lifted up by Mo Xie and raised his vision, he saw the red giant, the incarnation of the Heavenly Tribulation, again.

It had now fought its way out of the stratum and up the walls of the cave, and the forced retreat from earlier seemed to open the door to a new world.

Not only did it learn to walk, but it also learned to run.

"Good. ”

Mo Xie looked directly into Zhou Qiyuan's eyes, and a sword was sent into his chest.

Zhou Qiyuan exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and Mo Xie shook his sword and pushed the blood mist away.

He walked to the edge of the crack in the ground where Zhou Xinyan fell.

"Are you still alive?"

He asked.

He was answered by a string of bubbles floating up from the bottom of the water.

"Ten days, I'll come back in ten days, hopefully you'll be back to your peak by then. ”

Mo Evil Dao,

"Today, my sword is not satisfied. ”

With that, he floated and plunged headlong into the sky beyond the deep cavern above him.

After he left, the water surface in the crack of the ground fluctuated, and an ice crystal emerged from the bottom of the water, and it was Zhou Xinyan who was wrapped in the ice crystal.

At this moment, Zhou Xinyan is already like a dried corpse mummy, but he is still alive.

In fact, he was already a mortal person, and if a person born with a fire grid fell into the spirit liquid, it would be like an ordinary person who fell into the magma with his foot, but thanks to the ice picks added by Zhou Qiyuan, they were also used by Zhou Xinyan to construct a low enough temperature and condense this ice crystal to protect himself.

None of them are simple.