"Is the treacherous villain of the Demon Lord hanging, damn it, I know how to deceive Lao Tzu, but fortunately, when I woke up, the tonic appeared, and it was still a big tonic! Come on, come on, let Lao Tzu eat it obediently, so as not to suffer from the torment of the soul! ”

The red-robed old man shook his head and said, his words were very excited, and a jagged yellow tooth revealed a seeping light as his mouth opened and closed, mixed with a disgusting stench. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dongfang Xiaoshu turned around without hesitation, lowered his head with a shrugged shoulder, retched a few times, and actually vomited.

"Look for death!" The red-robed old man's slender eyes narrowed, and the aura of the yin owl surged, but he did not take a step forward.

A green gold electric spark shot out from Dongfang Xiaoshu's hand without warning, and attacked the red-robed old man.

Black Mountain raised the black knife and swept it, slashing at the waist of the red-robed old man like lightning, Qianmian who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes suddenly, and his delicate body kept trembling, as if he was enduring great pain, and an elongated shadow stretched in front of her, reaching the soles of the red-robed old man's feet.

The green gold electric spark hit the body of the old man in the red robe, flickering and disappearing in the chaos, and the old man in the red robe seemed to be tickled, and even closed his eyes in enjoyment, shaking his head and shaking his head.

The half-zhang long black knife was actually grabbed by his two hands, and there was a crisp click in the surging red aura, the black knife broke, and the black mountain flew out upside down as if it had been hit hard.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the red-robed old man suddenly raise his feet and fall, and the blood on his thousand faces spurted wildly and fell to the ground, and his shadow disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph, if you weren't injured, maybe Lao Tzu would still have the qualifications to value you, but now you're just a local chicken and a dog!"

The red-robed old man raised his foot to break free from the restraints of a thousand faces, and threw the black knife that had broken his hand in two on the brown rock at will, and said with extreme disdain.

A colorless flower bloomed in an instant, releasing a breath that made the red-robed old man tremble, and he wanted to envelop and devour the red-robed old man.

The red-robed old man snorted coldly, his arrogant, yin owl aura surged, and his slender eyes showed a hint of doubt, but his hands turned into red claws, and at the palms of the claws, two red whirlpools were rolling.

"Open it to Lao Tzu!"

Two red whirlpools flew out, colliding with a colorless flower on the other side, like fire to water, silently contradicting each other and disappearing, but in the end, the crimson rose, and the flower on the other side withered in its bloom.

The flowers on the other side withered

Dongfang Xiaoshu was badly injured, his body staggered backwards, wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he fell down, staining the placket of his chest red, and also dripping on the scroll on his waist.

Dongfang Xiaoshu's eyes did not show a dead gray dimness, but on the contrary, a blazing flame burned, he waved his hands, the withered flower on the other side of the placket instantly condensed, and in the surging of the force, a new flower on the other side bloomed in the withering.

When it is splendour, it withers, and when it withers ashes, it is reborn, it turns out that this is reincarnation.

"The Erosion of the Years of Reincarnation"

The blazing flames in Dongfang Xiaoshu's eyes receded, and the illusion continued to evolve and change, a beam of light that was not discernible to the naked eye shot out, and a trace of blood flowed out of his eyes, followed by a violent twitch of his heart, as if he was not feeling good with the power of reincarnation.

"It's endless," the red-robed old man stopped abruptly and didn't continue, because he sensed that something should touch his left hand, but he couldn't sense it.

"Qiankun Mill Disc"

Between the claws of the red robe, two rounds of crimson vortices the size of grinding discs rotated, and when the force spilled out, it happened to collide with the flowers on the other side.

The two rounds of the grinding disc of the crimson vortex struck left and right, crushing the second blooming flower, and the colorless flower of the other side that rushed left and right finally slowly zeroed in the extreme bloom, while the grinding disc of the two rounds of the crimson vortex was still alive and well.

At this moment, the power of reincarnation attacked, and the left claw of the red-robed old man instantly mottled and aged, and began to crack like a stone that had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time.

The scarlet nails began to fall off, the skin on the claws lost their blood color and became extremely dry, and the claw bones began to crumble with force, and the scarbs fell like powder.

The red-robed old man was shocked, and the trembling that had been suppressed in the depths of his soul jumped out again.

There was even a sense of fear on his back, which instantly rushed to his mind, and the two grinding discs that were originally crushing became unstable in the blink of an eye, and there was a possibility of being flown out by the flowers on the other side at any time.

"All in one"

The red-robed old man screamed, and the terrifying aura was released, and the two red whirlpools the size of grinding discs instantly merged into one, completely shattering the flowers on the other side like a pu fan.

At last the little tree in the east flew up like a kite, fell on the brown rocks, remained motionless, and passed out.

The red-robed old man didn't show much joy, but the color of the yin owl in his eyes was even stronger.

The one-fold crimson vortex did not continue to attack the Dongfang Xiaoshu, but flew back to the red-robed old man's side.

Without hesitation, he cut off his left paw, which had been eroded by the years, and let out a terrifying howl, as if in a sign of annoyance.

I didn't expect a small secluded realm to be so difficult, isn't it a thousand years old, the rules of heaven and earth have changed, and the saint is no longer worth silver!

"Lao Tzu is not a lowly servant, nor is he a burning stick, Lao Tzu is a four-tailed fox cat that can swallow the sky and destroy the earth!"

"If it weren't for the despicable human beings thousands of years ago, how could Lao Tzu have fallen into such a situation, only a wisp of remnant soul hiding in this dark bullshit place to survive, and still have to make peace with that reptilian snake, damn, really hateful!"

The red-robed old man's eyes roared angrily, and four tails, three long and one short, stretched out from his back, swaying left and right in the shock of demonic power.

The breath of the whole body continued to rise, the demonic power continued to spread outward like the ripples of the tide, and the thousand faces lying on their backs coughed up blood again, and the black mountain that was knocked away by it was even more unbearable, and they flew up again without snorting, and a touch of bright red finally erupted.

The strange thing is that the four-tailed swaying ripples of demonic power did not cause any harm to the Dongfang tree, but deliberately bypassed it far away, but the brown rock surface under it was cracked like hemp, and it was estimated that the wind would turn into a piece of fly ash when the wind blew.

"Dare to offend the four-tailed fox cat with noble blood, this is just a lesson for your two ignorant humans, because that reptile still wants to taste your flesh and blood, although it is delicious, it can not be compared to him!"

The four-tailed fox cat walked by the side of Qianmian and Black Mountain with both feet, and said disdainfully, its slender eyes did not even glance at it, because it was always focused on the body of the small tree in the east, and it was greedy and prosperous among the yin owls.

"Swallow you, Lao Tzu can at least return to the former peak, according to the Demon Lord's statement, the comparison between pinching a saint to death and pinching a fly to death, the feeling of having power is really intoxicating!"