"No one can owe me anything and not pay it back!" I stood in front of a fluttering humanoid yellow paper and said lightly, for some reason, from the moment I woke up, I felt that the whole world had changed. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun of the pavilion inexplicably make me feel that I should stand on a high place and look down on all the people who are hostile to me! Deeply in love with the people who love me.

I don't know what Wen Yi did, but I could see her haggardness, and I could use the so-called sixth sense to capture Wen Yi's body full of evil qi from around here, which was not the evil qi in the dragon vein, but the iron and blood qi that only had after killing. I smiled slightly, walking in this flickering corridor like a king, the thousand-year-old peachwood sword in the palm of my hand, unlike usual, the light it exudes at this time is as dazzling as the laser sword in the movie, the buzzing sound comes from the sword body, I can feel the excitement of the peachwood sword, it is a manifestation of 100% release of the power that should have been.

At this moment, I realized that I was finally standing at the highest point in the world! Gently kick it as long as I want...... Dengxian Gate.

But that's not what I need! I'm sure that the people I love, the people I love dearly, are by my side. What bullshit becomes an immortal, what 10,000 years of immortality, it's not what I want!

I want peace in the world again!

I want to live with my daughter and wife with peace of mind!

I'm going to show these damned, bastard, hapless guys what an iron hand is!

Click!

A sword fell, and a yellow turban wrestler with a height of two meters and five meters was split into two knots by me, and when the sword light fell, it turned into two pieces of yellow paper and fell from the air.

"Zhao Zihan!!" I shouted loudly, and the sound of the explosion and shattering appeared in patches just now, but after I killed the four Yellow Turban wrestlers, all sound was gone.

I saw a big hole not far away, which was formed by the Yellow Turban Lux breaking through and impacting from downstairs upwards. It's hard to imagine that the big guy created by the piece of paper through magic has such destructive power. The person who can cast this bean-sprinkling spell is definitely not simple.

But I was confident that with my current mana and state, I could easily do this, and I was no longer afraid of these things.

People are so strange sometimes, when you have a certain amount of power, you can have nothing to fear. A zombie who used to be like a great enemy.、Yellow Turban wrestler.。 Now it's as ugly as child's play in my eyes, and I'm sure I'll kill any enemy that comes my way, whether it's a human, a zombie, or something like that.

Death sometimes comes unexpectedly and heartbreakingly.

I found the little girl who had been following Zhao Zihan all the time, as well as the great immortal on her.

The little girl died a terrible death, her two eyes were gouged out alive, and only the upper half of her body and one and a half arms remained.

That great immortal was also hit hard, and he was not far from death. I don't even have the basic ability to think, I float around the little girl like a wandering spirit, going around and around, and the spirit on my body keeps flowing out.

"Dragon Fire Spell?" I found the charred lower half of my body, and the residual mana aura on it made me judge that it was a very old spell.

"The person who started it is not a modern person!" The knowledge I have passed on tells me that my opponents will not be ordinary people, nor will they be modern people.

The last time the fire dragon spell appeared was more than a thousand years ago, and it is unknown how it was lost. After I opened the door to the inheritance, I became more and more suspicious about why the inheritance of Li Si was close to the history of more than 200 years ago. He should have been sealed in the underground palace of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, which makes me very puzzled.

Following the remnants of the spell, I slowly walked in that direction, down the stairs, little by little to the rooftop.

Zhao Zihan either died unexpectedly or was on the rooftop.

However, there were no new mana fluctuations to prove that there were people on the roof, and I searched the two floors below that were close to me and found no human figure.

It was getting darker and darker, and the moonlight was not visible. Only the fine snow particles scattered in the sky, the moment they pushed open the roof gate, hit the face cold.

Call!

Exhaling a cloudy breath, I squinted my eyes with my peachwood sword and looked out.

A small altar with a row of four standing Yellow Turban Lux talismans on it, which has not yet been activated.

There was a person trapped at the foot of the table, and his five senses were sealed by a piece of talisman paper.

Behind the Dharma platform was an old Dao, wearing a navy blue robe, and the material was very ancient, like linen.

He also carried a peach wood sword with light in his hand, with a delicate luster, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

"Taoism has been passed down through the ages, so why bother?" I said softly. Lao Dao stood not far away, his clothes covered in the wind and hunting, and the surging mana aura gradually rose from his body, and it became more and more intense. In the end, it stabilized at a very high height.

But for me, it's not high enough! There are still a few steps to go.

The scornful smile seemed to be an alternative compliment to me. Because he couldn't find out how much mana I had, the peachwood sword in my palm shone restrained, like a mortal thing.

"Shenjun, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed." Lao Dao said to me.

I frowned, and for some reason I had the word 'god king' in my heart.

"You recognize the wrong person, my name is Yang Guang." I pointed at Zhao Zihan and said, "Can you let her go?" ”

"What do you think? Yes, that's right, I recognized the wrong person. The Divine Monarch once said that rebirth is nothingness, and the previous life is no longer your bond, and it will no longer be you. Right? Lao Dao said.

I shook my head and said, "You know, since I got off the plane, I've been in a terrible mood, very bad, and I want to vent hard. But I haven't been able to find a suitable target. I don't care if you know me or not, I don't want to know what happened before, and I don't want to explore. However, I care about my relatives and friends, and I won't be angry if you come to see me politely. Maybe sit down with you and talk. Now, you've hurt my friend, so you're going to die. ”

"Hahahaha!" Lao Dao looked up and laughed wildly: "Ridiculous! Yang Guang, Yang Guang, do you really think that you are the mighty God Monarch at the beginning? The reason why Lao Dao was able to find you was that he couldn't wait to cramp and peel you, these two little ladies died for you, and they must have something to do with you. I killed one and left one behind, just to get rid of the evil in my heart for thousands of years. ”

"You're crazy!" I said as I took two steps forward.

"Stop!!" The old man shouted angrily, and I saw a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Scared? Since you've done it, why be afraid! I roared and took two more steps forward, less than ten meters away from him.

"The sky is like a blazing fire, my heart is not moving, robbing my heart of anger and blood, turning paper into soldiers! Rise! The old man didn't even give me a chance, so he suddenly thought about the law, and slammed his right hand on his chest, and a mouthful of bloody blood spurted out.

The peachwood sword in his left hand was like a sword flower, and every drop of blood that spurted out was knocked out by him, and it fell on the four paper figures in front of him.

A strange wind swirled in the flat ground, and black fog filled the surroundings.

The old Dao's voice suddenly became erratic: "Hahaha, Shenjun, if you give up your memory, you must also give up the method, right?" The Four Demon Formations were taught to me by you back then. It's an honor to give back now. This woman is the eye of the formation, if you want to break the formation, kill her! Do you really think I'm going to be stupid and fight with you here? Lord Shenjun, we'll see you in the dragon vein! That's when the real show happens. It's a pity, it's a pity, it didn't kill you when you were in a cocoon. ”

"Four Demon Formations? What kind of formation is this? How I've never heard of it, not even mentioned in the lineage. I muttered, not daring to move.

I heard a whirring sound in my ears, interrupting my thoughts.

Suddenly turned around, dodged the sudden heavy blow, turned his hand and stabbed out with a sword.

Squeak!!!

The peachwood sword, which was like cutting tofu just now, was like a steel knife cutting steel.

I was suddenly terrified, so strong!

I wanted to run forward, but there was another fist in front of me, and a huge fist went straight to my face.

I could only dodge sideways again, my whole body mana like a wave, surging on every inch of skin on my body, turning the mahogany sword hilt forward, and slamming one hand like a fist on the arm of the fist in front of me.

Touch!

Such a hard body, this is definitely not the physique of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Thinking of the so-called 'angry blood' of the old way, this must be an upgraded version of the Yellow Turban Lux. But this method has never heard of any upgraded version, after all, this thing is like chicken ribs in front of real masters, who is in the mood to develop such a spell that is neither high nor low?

Could it be that this is also the original 'me' who developed it? Failure to cooperate with this formation?

Although I said that I was not interested in the previous 'me' at all, but now under this method, I am full of admiration for the previous 'me'. Phew, bah, I still have the heart to think about this, it seems that this time the mana has increased so much that I have unconsciously have the capital to be proud.

Dodging the attack again, I recited the Spirit Mantra: "Mortal Dust Falls, True Blood Protector." The middle finger of his left hand was put into his mouth and he bit it hard, and at the moment when the blood flowed, he smeared a layer of true blood on the peachwood sword with a shake of his right hand.

Suddenly, the peachwood sword let out a dragon groan, shaking back a little of the surrounding black smoke, and I cut it horizontally, holding the sword like a knife.

Flutter!

I sliced off half of my arm and turned into a yellow, blood-stained piece of paper before it hit the ground. I stretched out my hand to catch it, and I thought of a spell that I could use like electricity, but I didn't want the yellow paper to burst into a blue flame before it reached my palm, and the paper burned clean in an instant!

"Bastard!" I cursed, and my body staggered from the upgraded version of the Yellow Turban Lux, and I used the spiritual blood of my left hand as a pen to draw a talisman on the void in the area of the black shadow: "Blood Spirit Spell, Wrap!" ”