"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Li Xiaoyao stepped forward with a solemn face, his body was as straight as a sword, awe-inspiring and fearless. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well said!"

When the old Taoist priest with white hair heard this, he couldn't help but high-five and admire, and the old man was relieved and nodded again and again.

"Although my generation of monks seeks eternal life, they must not be ignorant of humanity and arrogance. This demon king cholera in the world, vowing to get rid of it, for the sake of the world, for the livelihood of the people, even if he dies, what is the way!"

After speaking, the old Taoist priest's figure flashed, and when he arrived in front of Li Xiaoyao, he faced Zhao Shenping, and then waved the dust, and the sky was full of silver filaments, as if he was alive, and made a terrible sound of breaking the sky, and went towards Zhao Shenping.

Zhao Shenping snorted slightly.

Although this old Taoist priest is an immortal, but his cultivation is similar to that of Mao Sun Xingjun, more than a hundred years ago, he would indeed be afraid of him for three points, but now, but he has not been taken into his eyes at all, immediately, he spewed out a wisp of demon fire against the silver filaments in the sky.

This demonic fire is the true fire of samadhi that is differentiated from his body.

The flames in his golden black feet, devouring many top-level true fires, have evolved completely, it is a kind of ever-changing fire, as long as it is a flame that has been fused, it can be transformed at will.

Although the dust of the old way is somewhat Taoist, it is incinerated in the face of pure samadhi true fire. The old man seemed to have expected it, his face was not panicked, he threw the dust in his hand into the air, and then solemnly took out a simple and profound compass from his arms, and there was a trace of Taoist rhyme on it.

Zhao Shenping raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. I didn't expect this old way to have such a treasure.

Dao Yun is a treasure carried by a great power or a saint, and it has been contaminated with a trace of the breath of the Great Dao for a long time, and it is helpful to realize the Tao.

Encountering such a treasure, Zhao Shenping immediately put away the randomness in his heart, and with a wave of his wings, he shot out hundreds of golden sword feathers wrapped in Samadhi True Fire.

He's really going on a killing spree.

Li Xiaoyao led the crowd to chase and kill all the way, holding the idea of subduing demons and eliminating demons, acting for the heavens, everything was fine, but after this monster suddenly disappeared for a long time, it reappeared, and everything became different in an instant.

That monster is too much stronger.

He didn't think that the monster was hiding his cultivation at the beginning, so in the past half a day, something must have happened that they didn't know about, so that this monster became invincible.

It's just that Li Xiaoyao is still fearless, and since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has made an oath to get rid of the demons in the world. Therefore, he had long thought that one day, he would die at the hands of demons.

Although this time, it seems that I am in a hurry.

But he still has no regrets.

Facing the fire sword that suddenly flew in front of him, the aura of his whole body gushed out, and the divine sword in his hand was even more incredible, slashing the golden little sword.

The next moment.

The sword, broken.

Silently.

Li Xiaoyao looked at the broken sword in his hand and sighed.

Then he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, his aura was reversed, his vitality dissipated, and he could no longer maintain the flying shape of the sword, and his body tilted and began to fall.

As he fell, he looked down at his chest.

It had been pierced, and a golden feather was nailed to its heart, and the flames on it were spreading.

And around him, there are colleagues who have been running with him all the way for more than a month.

"Hey, I hurt them. ”

Li Xiaoyao slowly closed his eyes, with a lot of regret in his heart.

After Zhao Shenping's move, those monks, their vitality disappeared, even their physical bodies began to be burned by the Samadhi True Fire, and within a moment and a half, they would become a trace of dust. It's just that the old Taoist priest was a little surprised.

His body died, but his soul lived.

Originally, under the true fire of samadhi, the soul would also be extinguished, but the soul of the old Taoist priest went to the compass, and a trace of Taoist rhyme on it separated the true fire of samadhi, so that it could preserve its consciousness.

Zhao Shenping frowned, and beckoned to the hanging compass, and the golden sword feathers scattered around it surrounded the compass and leaned towards him.

The old Taoist priest's soul had shrunk countless times, trapped in a palm-sized compass, and looked at everything in front of him very indifferently, including the death of his fellow Daoists, including Zhao Shenping, who seemed to be like a giant beast in his eyes.

He smiled slightly, and then, sitting cross-legged, there was a flash of light on his body, but at the same time, his soul was fading.

Zhao Shenping held the compass in his paw and felt a little weird.

。。。

I don't know when, I don't know where.

Li Xiaoyao, who was trapped in the endless abyss, suddenly heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"Li Xiaoyao... Li Xiaoyao... ”

He tried to answer, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

"Li Xiaoyao... Will you sacrifice your soul ... In order to kill the demon king of the cholera world... ”

The voice was intermittent, and Li Xiaoyao only listened to it approximately.

That's enough, though.

Li Xiaoyao poured out a wave of strength and belief out of nowhere, allowing him to respond loudly to the inexplicable voice, and he mustered up all his strength and said categorically: "I am willing!"

"I do!"

"I do, too!"

“。。。 ”

In a trance, Li Xiaoyao seemed to hear the voice of a fellow Taoist who came with him.

And the next moment, he suddenly felt a burst of relief in his soul, and he felt slightly, and found that he had left the body that had been burned by most of the true fire of samadhi. His soul seemed to be pulled and flew uncontrollably towards the compass in the claws of the demon king, where he saw the old Taoist priest who was about to dissipate.

He looked serene.

In an instant, Li Xiaoyao understood in his heart.

He bowed slightly to the old Taoist priest, and then sat cross-legged and sacrificed his soul.

In a short time, the souls of all the people on this trip have gathered around him.

In the dark, there is their own induction, Li Xiaoyao and them at this moment, their hearts are clear, and there is only one thought.

I hope that God can condemn the demon king of the cholera world in front of him.

。。。

Zhao Shenping saw more and more souls inside, his face was ugly, he didn't even find out how these souls got inside.

He held the compass in his hand, and the strange feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Just as he was about to throw the compass away, a crack suddenly opened in the sky.

A purple-black claw like an optimus pillar poked out from within.

As if swatting a fly, he slapped Zhao Shenping on the ground.

There was a loud bang.

In a radius of thousands of miles, it was as if a huge earthquake had occurred, and the mountains and rocks were shattered.

After a few breaths, Zhao Shen flew out of the ground suddenly, and searched around violently, although he was a little embarrassed, he was not injured.

It's just that he didn't see his opponent clearly, and he was slapped on the ground, which made him feel tyrannical in his heart.

"Hey!"

Out of nowhere, there was a lonely sigh.

Immediately afterwards, the compass held by Zhao Shenping's golden claws suddenly disappeared.

That rhyme also dissipated out of thin air.

In this way, Zhao Shenping was even more furious in his heart.

He seemed to feel that he had been tricked by the old Taoist priest.