The Bing Soul Zhenren of the Puyi Sect knew that it was not the time to settle accounts with Zhong Lingzong, so he deliberately threw out this matter at the beginning, so that the next negotiations could gain more initiative.

"Yes, my heir's face is really big, not only did your seventh son of demon slayer become the third son, but also put the pillar of our sect's future, the frost bow, into it.

If we say that this scene is a play that we directed and acted on ourselves, do you think that my Zhong Lingzong has taken advantage? Is it that my Zhong Lingzong has fewer disciples who died in the hands of Jiluo than those of your faction!"

Taihei's rhetorical question was full of momentum and quite domineering and deterrent.

In recent years, these old guys from the other six major sects have all thought that Jiluo was made by Zhong Lingzong to suppress the rise of their younger generation.

But they didn't know that Ji Luo, the bastard, was the most troublesome guy for Taihei

He is like an omnipresent Xiaoqiang, no matter how many people are besieged by Tianjiao disciples, how many times everyone thinks that he will die, but soon after he reappears alive.

If he knew that a killing was in full swing on a battlefield tens of thousands of miles away, would he have even more headaches?

"Ji Luo, today our disciples of the Seven Great Sects officially crusade against you, no matter how many dogs you have with three heads and six arms, or how many doglegs you have.

Today, we all have to die here!"

The one at the head is Liao Kuang, who hasn't seen him for a hundred years, and this guy is obviously better than before.

Although he hadn't reached the Immortal Bone Stage cultivation yet, he seemed to have risen a lot.

It seems that during Luo's absence, he must have claimed to be the first in the immortal fat period again, and he floated up.

"Tut-tut, Liao Gongzi, it's really good that the scar forgets the pain. ”

Luo sacrificed the Hengkun Sword, and still suppressed the cultivation to the immortal fat stage, and pointed the sword at Liao Kuangdao.

"Ji Luo, don't pretend to be calm, a hundred years ago, you were a powerful man and no one in your eyes for a while, but don't forget, in the past hundred years, you have been hiding and recuperating from your injuries, and we have all grown!

Will you still be our opponent?"

As Liao Kuang spoke, his eyes glanced around, as if he was looking for recognition.

Luo smiled secretly in his heart, no wonder Liao Kuang was bold, he thought that he had run to recuperate all these years.

However, after disappearing for a hundred years and not showing up, except for recuperating from their injuries, they didn't expect that they had already condensed into the immortal bone stage cultivation.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the third son of the Puyi Sect of Demon Slayer, lowered his eyebrows for a moment, his eyes shot out with cold light, and a pitch-black fork shadow broke through the sky.

The so-called lightning speed is divided into three directions, as if to divide Luo's body on the spot, in order to avenge the shame of defeat that year.

The pitch-black fork shadow shone sharply when it swept through the air, and the heart of Ai Tu was entangled at the same time, only to see the three fork tips piercing into Luo's chest at the same time.

Got it?

At this time, the air was condensed, and no one thought that the three sons of the demon slayer would take the first step with the momentum of thunder, and hit it with one blow.

This made the monk regret his death before he had time to make a move.

Lost a great opportunity to make a name for yourself.

Two years ago, even if the seven sons of the demon slayer shot at the same time, he could resist it, but now, just the third son of the demon slayer made a move, and this guy hung up.

It's not fun, it's not fun at all.

The Seven Sons of Demon Slayer are worthy of being the future hole cards of the Puyi Sect, even if there are only three left, they are so strong!

"It hurts. ”

The third son of the demon slayer was stunned for a moment, and pulled out the demon blood fork from Luo's body, but this guy, what about the spirit cave?

What about the Spiritual Cave?

This moment is what makes them collapse.

How could a monk in the Immortal Fat Stage not have a spiritual acupoint?

Even if the spirit cave becomes narrower, it should still exist.

They obviously hit Ji Luo's spirit hole, even if he was as strong as a monster and was punctured through the spirit ruins, the immortal fat in his body would be disordered, and he would become unable to control and run, and he would not be able to use the spirit magic.

But he still laughs?

Luo's smiling face at this time gradually became serious, and the pressure of the air was like the collapse of a mountain, the three sons of the demon slayer, and the fear in his heart was magnified and condensed little by little.

Luo's hand in his pocket, the moment he took it out, turned into a fist, and a thin layer of water-patterned clothing was applied to it.

Rumble!

The sound of the earth beast rolling, and at the same time, a large crack appeared in the ground.

The body of the third son of the demon slayer was like three flies that had been swatted away, and he fell into it with a bang, and for a long time, he couldn't hear the reaction.

At this time, the three thousand monks looked at Thistle like a monster.

The third son of the demon slayer was killed in an instant, and it was the kind that raised his hand without effort.

"Don't panic, everyone, Ji Luo is just bluffing, let's go together, and he can't resist it!"

Liao Kuang was cheering everyone up, and it seemed to be cheering himself up.

A group of panicked people, the sweat on his forehead was about to drip out, and he held the white-bladed long sword tightly in his hand, a spiritual technique, snorted, and struck towards Luo.

Those monks were stunned for a moment, and one after another spiritual methods came towards Luo.

Purple and gold umbrella!

At this time, Chu Er's heart was all messed up, and he quickly sacrificed a defensive magic weapon, easy to open, love to drag, and quickly gathered together to inject spiritual power into the purple gold pattern umbrella to resist the torrent of spiritual magic.

However, the disciples of the Seven Great Sects were not straw bales, the runes of the purple gold pattern umbrella were washed out, soared out, exploded, and there was a burst of splitting sound in the air, and it was easy for them to be forced to retreat step by step, and at the same time, the defense power of the purple gold pattern umbrella was quickly consumed.

Liao Kuang, seeing the opportunity, the plain white long sword in his hand, a buzzing sword intent burst out.

Worst!

Chu Er bit down her pale lip, this blow was probably going to penetrate her umbrella, and the three of them were inevitably injured.

But an invisible force, like a thick wall, stood behind them.

A big hand came over, and the purple and gold pattern umbrella was overflowing with golden light in an instant, and the sword that Liao Kuang struck out was submerged in it.

"Brother Luo!"

It's easy to get excited, and the snot is about to flow out.

Thistle, this bastard, always appears so timely.

Ke Luo flicked his sleeves, and the three of them, along with the purple and gold umbrella, were rolled up behind him.

At the same time, in front of Luo's body, a thick wall of water was condensed, and countless spiritual spells, at the wall of water, exploded and turned into a mist.

I don't know what kind of divine power Luo used to throw them behind their backs, but they couldn't stop the car and went for dozens of miles.

Suddenly, the aura on Luo's body changed.

In vain, the sky roared, thunderclouds surged, flickering and darkening, and the wind was raging.

Luo, who was holding the Hengkun Sword in his hand, had completely revealed the aura of the Immortal Bone Period.

He was like the god of war who destroyed the world, the soles of his feet were floating in the air, and his eyebrows were cold.

"This seat can give you three numbers, you can choose to escape!"

Luo's voice was like thunder, and at the same time, the Hengkun sword was gently raised, and the sword condensed into the void, but it was not scattered at all.

Call!

With these words, the thunder rolled, and the landslide was in front of them, and the three thousand monks, unfolding what they had learned all their lives, condensed their whole spiritual power into the sword, and swished!

Like a thousand arrows off the string, turning into a streamer on the horizon.

"Liao Gongzi, Meng Long, you stay!"

This......

The two who wanted to escape, but at this time, their feet couldn't be pulled out.

"Luo, Brother Luo, please, let me go, we Jinghongmen, can give you countless spirit shells, with your cultivation, I can also recommend you to be the elder of our sect. ”

Liao Kuang panicked, his mouth trembled, and he said the most "simple" words.

"It seems that the fear of death can erase all arrogance.

Elder doesn't have to, for the sake of you being so wronged, kneel down, kowtow to me and admit your mistakes, I can let you go. ”

Lo Yan laughed.

The reason why he let go of the three thousand monks was because the war between the two realms of righteousness and demons was imminent, and if he started to kill, it would be tantamount to helping the demons.

Three thousand can't be killed, but Liao Kuang and Meng Long, he can erase them without blinking!