However, although the artifact is not afraid of this calamity, the energy is too little. If it weren't for the power of the ancestral blood, he wouldn't have been able to stop the thunder at all.

The consumption of the Demon Cloud Knife is only a matter of time, and it is shrinking faster and faster......

"Boom, boom", "Boom, boom, ......"

The Heavenly Tribulation is already angry, and there are not many people who dare to come to the sea of clouds to cross the Tribulation for tens of thousands of years. The five-colored electric light churned in the clouds like a dragon, and the thousands of miles of clouds more than doubled, forming a huge spherical shape in the center. It's like a colorful galaxy, shining with lightning.

Under the beautiful and explosive galaxy, nearly 10,000 miles in the northeast, an eerie and strange laugh sounded. The Blood Demon breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look behind him: "Hahahaha!"

"Huh!?" The thirteen immortal kings also woke up. One by one, they withdrew their gazes looking at the sky, exclaimed, and flew away on their backs. Under the serious injury, they are no longer able to seal the demon, and the most terrifying thing is that the power of the Holy Devil's sword does not palpitate.

That demon didn't die under the thunderstorm!

The thirteen immortal kings scattered like birds and beasts, turning their heads far away and flying back in the direction of the fairy island.

"Woo——!"

The Blood Demon let out a long roar, stretched out his hands, and his body grew, turning into two rays of demonic light and rushing straight to the two immortal kings in the middle. In the big array just now, this demon must have consumed a lot, and it must be replenished!

Just outside of this catastrophe, another killing began. For the king, as long as the five-colored clouds are not provoked, they have nothing to do with themselves. Besides, that little cultivator who doesn't know the depth will definitely die, and the thunder tribulation will disappear immediately, and if you don't do it, wait for a while!

The magic light slammed into the two old immortal kings with a strange smile, and the two clouds of silver light bloomed, and the two immortal kings spurted blood and flew away.

Even if they are seriously injured, it seems that the two of them must have a heavy treasure to protect the sea, how can an immortal king be so easy to take......

Poof——!

The old fairy king shook his blood-dripping beard and turned back to sacrifice his sword. Raising his hand a little, the flying sword slashed towards the void like a silver dragon's body, and with a bang, a cloud of blood mist and several black lights were pierced.

On the right is an old woman, a handful of hostas flew out of her eyebrows, looking at the blood mist, her eyes shrunk and she withdrew the magic weapon, turned around and left.

People's hearts are far from unpredictable, under the same crisis, the two immortal kings have their own trade-offs, which is probably the difference in the way.

However, although the Tao is different, the fate is the same, and when the old woman turned around, she first screamed "Ah!" In front of him, a blood-red magic light appeared in front of him, as if he had collided with it, and a red light passed through his head.

The old man on the left who turned around to kill the demon saw the blood light disappear in a flash in his consciousness, and he was so shocked that he didn't even wipe the blood on his face, and was about to retreat and leave, when suddenly his left ear seemed to be bitten by a mosquito......

"Not good!"

"Bang bang!"

The two great heads exploded one after another in an instant, and the red and white things collapsed into the sky. A bloody knife skewered two screaming and struggling silver-white spirits and rushed into the void. Flashes and flies.

"Uh?!hehehehe......" The Blood Demon regathered his soul body, looked at the direction where the blood knife disappeared and smiled awkwardly, and turned to stare at the other middle-aged immortal king on the left who was frequently looking back.

That's you!

The blood demon showed his power again, and the immortal king had no choice but to turn around and sacrifice his sword, and a silver immortal glow spread out in an instant.

In front of the demon king of the same level, it seems unwise to escape. However, more than a dozen immortal kings flash their own people like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, will he fight demons alone?

In the silver light, the middle-aged man looked at the five-fingered black wind grabbing it, smiled indifferently, pinched a colorful bead in his hand, and burst it with a twist of his fingers.

He also has to go, wow, even if he doesn't hesitate to escape a talisman, he also has to save his life, isn't this thing to save his life?

However, the five-colored fairy light exploded, and the middle-aged immortal king exclaimed: "Ah......hh

"Huh"

The screams continued, and the person had disappeared, as if a flame had been blown out, and the figure shook and was sucked away. Only the five-colored fairy light is still expanding.

The middle-aged fairy king obviously did not run away, but disappeared strangely. Even the sacrificial spirit weapon was thrown in the immortal realm, and even the immortal realm was not recovered.

A mysterious power devoured the middle-aged immortal king, telling him how not to be surprised.

And what was even more surprising was the Blood Demon Lord, the Five Dao Divine Thoughts attacked the Immortal Domain, and suddenly, the induction was cut off, and the black qi and silver light quickly disappeared from far and near, as if there was an invisible huge wave pressing towards him.

"Ahh

The Blood Demon screamed, and immediately condensed into a fireball like a ghost, and rolled over and shot backwards.

"Lord Holy Devil, let's go!" the Blood Demon immediately sent a message to warn him when he encountered a fierce enemy, but hundreds of miles away, a flame of fire also crashed back.

The Sky Wolf Knife also missed, and when it was nailed into the eyebrows of an eagle-eyebrow immortal king, it was suddenly trapped in the void, revealing its whereabouts, and the immortal king who was already frightened and colorless was smoked out in front of the Holy Devil's eyes.

Not only that, but at the same time, the rest of the immortal cultivators were also sucked away with a frightened expression. On the edge of the five-colored clouds, only one demon and one knife remained.

"Boom...... The humble immortals, do you want to trap this demon?

Suddenly, a soul-dementoring demon sound hummed out from the blood-colored magic knife, and the blood light flashed, and it disappeared in the void in an instant.

"Uh-huh?—— Ah!" the blood demon flew in a stream of light, as if sensing the call of death. couldn't help but be stunned in the air for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to the left, and a bloody light of "snort" slashed, piercing the head like a sharp arrow.

This is a soul body, however, I don't know if he really can't resist, or if he doesn't dare to resist. In the roar of the Heavenly Wolf Knife, the existence of a demon king was sucked into the demon knife without even screaming.

"Poof!" The demon body in the distance, which had not yet floated, immediately shattered and exploded.

A Blood Demon King who had not been killed by thirteen immortal kings had completely fallen under the demon sword of his own clan.

This is the terrible thing about the demons, the madness, the weak are born with the blood food of the strong, and they are never qualified to resist. Probably in the eyes of the Holy Demon Son, the Blood Demon King is just a sweet potato in his hand, he can eat it if he wants, and he can keep it if he wants to.

With such a race and such a law of survival, it's no wonder that the demon race is strong and evil.

A fiery red wolf shadow flashed on the blood-colored magic knife, and it turned around and disappeared into the void.

"Boom...... Click...... Sneer......"

The thunder roared in the clouds, the lightning hunted, and the five-colored clouds gradually rose up to purple waves. Lang Yu didn't know how to provoke this thunder tribulation, not only did it not disperse, but it also became more and more fierce layer by layer, it seemed to be endless!

The thunderclouds were full of lightning, surrounded by a faint and transparent fireball, like a sunset about to set, five dragons stared at the fireball with lightning bolts, and the electric tail swayed in the thunderclouds, gradually emitting a purple-red light.

The Thunder Tribulation has also mutated, and it is transforming like the Purple Tribulation.

The Demon Cloud Knife let out a buzzing tremble, with an unwilling wail, and slowly flew around Lang Yu's body.

The artifact, after all, is not a cultivator, and its combat power still depends on the master's divine thoughts and controls. Even if the Demon Cloud Knife devoured enough energy, he couldn't exert half of it, and this kind of passive protection was not what he was good at.

The ugly demonic cloud beast was anxious, running back and forth in the faint blood mist, and from time to time it was puffing out and screaming. He didn't have to worry about not being able to resist this Immortal Monarch Tribulation, and naturally he wasn't worried that Lang Yu would fall. But he is unwilling to miss the real master again, the kind of waiting for a thousand years, the silence of a thousand years of dust, since the artifact has a spirit, who does not yearn for the style and domineering of the nine days.

It's a pity that it fell into the hands of a small repair, and he was powerless and aggrieved!

Lang Yu was undoubtedly blind with an artifact, and a divine weapon that was enough to dominate the heavenly realm was ruined alive.

There is no way, Langyu is neither the real owner nor the real owner, nor can he use it, let alone have the energy to drive it, so that it is in danger.

Counting the hours is too long for a person on the verge of death, and every moment is hovering under the knife of death, and that feeling is not something that a mortal's will can hold.

For Langyu, it seems that after dying countless times, he has finally opened up a water vein. The crystal golden pill in the dantian spun.

At the same time, there was also a faint layer of clouds in his sea of consciousness.

It was ice, it was frost, it was an ice lord's consciousness that was recognized and refined. In the misty, a figure in white clothes gradually condensed.

This is a beautiful man incarnated by ice and snow, elegant and dusty, with a beautiful demeanor, it seems that he is still the image of the ice lord in his youth, with black hair like a waterfall, his face like congealed fat, and cold as frost.

Silently, he leisurely turned around and looked at this huge sea of knowledge, but his eyes were staring in the direction of the sky without purpose.

"Sizzle——!"

When the frost in the sea gradually revealed the familiar figure, Lang Yu secretly took a breath of cold air. Oh no, the Ice Lord is really not dead yet, this soul thought...... It is bound to be another crisis of relinquishment.

Seeing this soul thought, Lang Yu naturally thought of the inheritance of that Wang Daoxuan back then. I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my heart, as if I had fallen into a thousand zhang ice cave.

Now, if the ice lord is to take it at this time, there seems to be no suspense.

However, the so-called rebirth and rebirth are by no means as simple as Lang Yu imagined, if cultivators can be reborn countless times, then there is no need to pursue any path of immortality.

The real longevity is exhausted, different cultivators have different lifespans, and there may be more ways for cultivators to prolong their lives than mortals, but when the longevity is exhausted, they still have to die after all, or they still have to return their souls to heaven and earth. This is the rule of the cycle of heaven and earth, even those who have mastered the law of life and death will not be exempt.

The beautiful and arrogant Ice Lord was not as hateful as Lang Yu imagined, and even that gaze was just a nostalgic turn in the sea of knowledge, and finally condensed into a crystal snowflake that dissolved into the eyebrows of Lang Yu's spirit.