"You! Hmph, His Royal Highness the Ninth is here, this seat is too lazy to care about you" A trace of anger flashed on the black widow's face, and she glanced at the demon heart with some solemnity, and after glancing at the black-robed man on the white bone throne, she could hold back such a sentence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, Demon Heart, I won't hold you accountable for your mistakes last time" The black-robed man on the Bone Throne spoke: "This time I summoned you because of the so-called Jiaolong Contest of the Human Race"

"The human race is favored by heaven and earth, the best people will have luck, and martial arts cultivation will make great progress, but they are the great enemies of the great demon race, so we must destroy the so-called Jiaolong Competition, this is the purpose of this seat to summon you to come!"

"We will obey His Highness's orders!"

The other demon kings immediately stood up and bowed, very respectful.

"The Seventh Highness has occupied two worlds, the Sixth Highness has occupied three worlds, and several other Highnesses have also gained something, only this seat is still trapped in the small Xuan Realm and can't extricate themselves, you are too much to wait, if you can't take the Little Xuan Realm within ten years, Lord Demon Shuai will be angry, and you will be annihilated with this seat at that time!" The sound of bones opening and closing was flat and indifferent, without a trace of emotion, but it made a cold sweat break out on the forehead of the peak of the demon king present.

"After the start of the Jiaolong Competition, those old immortals of the human race will inevitably stare at me and wait, and when the time comes, I need your command to infiltrate the territory of the human race, intercept the genius of the human race, destroy the Jiaolong Competition, the demon heart, you will also sneak in, once you find the ascendant of the human race, even if you return to the arms of the Demon Emperor, you have to kill him, that is the big trouble of my demon clan!" His Ninth Highness's gaze suddenly turned to the Demon Heart, followed by Ru Yuan's coercion.

Demon Heart snapped and fell to the ground, ignoring the spring light on his chest: "Obey the order of the ninth point, and your subordinates will never give up!" ”

"Let's wait and arrange, there must be no mistakes, otherwise 。。。。。" The figure of the Ninth Highness slowly disappeared, and with it the throne he sat on.

Looking at the disappearing White Bone Throne, the other demon kings touched their foreheads, and they all had palpitations, the thirteen highnesses of the Demon Emperor Hall were unfathomable and moody, not to mention that they were demon kings, even if they were big demon kings, they were also taboo.

As time progressed, the entire Xiaoxuan Realm surged, and countless Heavenly Pride surged towards Tianjiao City in the Southern Regions, where the Jiaolong Competition was located! There, there is the most important secret place in the small Xuan Realm: the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm!

Countless Tianjiao flocked to Tianjiao City from all over the world, and along the way, it was natural that the wind and clouds were changing, killing, and blood, which became the theme of this moment.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, the thirty disciples who participated in the competition also went on their own roads, without the leadership of elders or masters, and this journey was also a challenge for the pride of the sky.

One by one, Tianjiao went on the road with full confidence, but the reality was cruel, the next day, the news of the fall of Tianjiao came, followed by the news of the continuous fall of Tianjiao of the major sects.

And with the fall of these heavenly arrogants, a wisp of invisible and inexplicable aura rose from their bodies, blending into the vast heavenly dao, poor fallen people, since then reduced to white bones and wild ghosts, the way of fate, how can human beings figure it out.

Chen Qingyi also quietly hit the road, the top ten core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are all like this, and only a very small number of core disciples are on the road in three or two teams, and they can become the pride of the sky, all of them are full of confidence.

However, what Chen Qingyi didn't know was that the moment he stepped out of the Heavenly Sword Gate, two Manifestation Elders immediately hid in the air and kept up with him, and even one of them was a War Elder at the peak of Manifestation who had just returned from the entrance battlefield.

Stepping out of the range of Wan Jianfeng, Chen Qingyi felt a solemn aura, which made Chen Qingyi's heart tremble, obviously, this is a heavenly killing machine, so under the whole world, the killing machine is pervasive, and the stars are moving!

After cleaning up his emotions a little, Chen Qingyi rushed towards the southern region with high spirits, since he chose this path, why not be afraid of it turning upside down!.

"Big brother, there's another fat sheep in front, how is it, can you do it?" On a mountain, a group of men with amazing evil spirit gathered here to discuss the plan of robbing homes and houses.

", why don't you do it, these sect disciples are very wealthy one by one, and the cultivation resources we carry with us are enough for us to fight desperately for decades, as long as we are doing a few, our brothers will be able to cultivate to the Yuanying real person, and when the time comes, our brothers will live forever together, wouldn't it be happy!" The bandits at the head gritted their teeth, the temptation of cultivating immortality made him choose to take risks, and everyone who embarked on the path of cultivation would have long since become loess without the slightest means, especially these casual cultivators.

"Huh? Murderous? Mu Ran, Chen Qingyi stopped, and his keen spiritual sense told him that there was danger ahead.

"Haha, I didn't expect your kid's spiritual sense to be amazing, I can detect it when I paint the spirit destroying grass on my body, and I am really a genius in the sect world!" As soon as Chen Qingyi's footsteps stopped, more than a dozen cultivators appeared around him, surrounding him in the middle, among the more than ten cultivators, there were five or six of Jindan's nine turns, and the others were all seven or eight turns.

"Bandits?" Chen Qingyi frowned.

"Boy, knowing our identity, why don't you hurry up and hand over the Naling bag on your body, and hand it over Lao Tzu to spare you from death!" The leader is the great Han of Jindan Nine Turns, and this kind of cultivation is rare in casual cultivation.

Now, in the world, in addition to the major sects and organizations that have left some necessary manpower, the Yuan Ying Zhenren and above are all defending against the demon clan in the entrance, and Jin Dan Jiuzhuan can already be regarded as a top master in the territory of the human race.

"Oh, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the sect behind me?" Chen Qingyi was a little curious.

"Haha, on the path of cultivation, I am not as good as others, who is to blame if I am killed, but don't forget that it is now during the Jiaolong Competition, and there is no elder to control the fight of the disciples of the same generation! Ha ha! The bandit leader laughed, as if laughing at Chen Qingyi's ignorance.

"In that case, don't blame this seat when you go to hell!" Chen Qingyi's figure disappeared and turned into a streamer, and by the time the bandits reacted, several of them with low cultivation had lost their breath and fell to the ground.

"The thief is so daring! Give it to me, kill him! Chen Qingyi's move without warning angered the bandit leader, the bandit leader greeted, and several bandits around him rushed towards Chen Qingyi.

For ordinary core disciples, such a crowd tactic may be in a hurry, fall into a disadvantage, and then be defeated and injured, or even fall, but for a disciple of the level of Chen Qingyi or the top ten core disciples, such a method may not be useful.

Although these bandits have achieved the Nine Turns of Jindan, they are too far behind in terms of comprehension of artistic conception compared to disciples like Chen Qingyi, and in the case of the same realm, the power of artistic conception plays a decisive role in the strength of both sides.

Looking at the bandits who surrounded him, Chen Qingyi smiled disdainfully, the long sword in his hand lit up with a bright brilliance, and then the dazzling sword aura fell like lightning from the sky, with just one sword, a bandit with eight turns of Jindan became two halves, and fell weakly. Blood was spilled all over the ground.

What Chen Qingyi didn't notice was that after the slain bandit fell to the ground, the blood in the corpse was instantly emptied, and the golden pill, which was the source of energy, also disappeared.

"Ah, Eighth Brother!" The bandit leader was dumbfounded: "You are looking for death!" The evil qi reached its peak, the black qi rose from his body, and the long knife in his hand flashed with a long bloody qi, mixed with the red light of the evil qi, and slashed towards Chen Qingyi.

"You're the one looking for death!" Chen Qingyi's face was expressionless.

These robbers are a threat to ordinary disciples, but for a disciple like Chen Qingyi, whose strength is not weaker than that of Yuanying Zhenren, they are just a group of local chickens.

"Break the army!"

The bright sword light swung away, and two more bandits fell to the ground weakly, one dead and one wounded.

"Ahhhh Boy, you're going to die, I'm going to skin you and cramp! The bandit leader was so shaken that anger and hatred had completely blinded his consciousness.

Although the cultivator has weak feelings, there is no other on the road to immortality, since embarking on this road, everyone has realized this in the cruel truth, but in the face of the killing of his brother who was born and died with him, even an old fritter like a bandit leader was swayed by his feelings.

And the result of not being able to recognize the status quo is death, the gap between the two sides is too big, but in a moment, two more bandits of Jindan Nine Turns fell under Chen Qingyi's sword, and the original milky white robe was stained red by blood, but it was not his blood.

"You wait for me, if I don't kill you, I won't be a man!" Seeing that he was the only one left, a chill rushed into the mind of the bandit leader, and he sobered up a little, turned around and wanted to escape.

"I want to leave now, it's too late!" Chen Qingyi smiled lightly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a rainbow, passing through the body of the bandit leader from his back.

"Come out, when, the demon has become a mouse!" After cutting down a bunch of bandits, Chen Qingyi walked over and pulled out the sword inserted in the bandit leader's body, and then turned his gaze to the reckless jungle in front of him.

"Hehe, it's really an inferior human race, a bunch of waste!" A long black mist emerged, and in the black mist, two sturdy figures appeared, and they were two demons of the Jindan Nine Turns Realm!

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