It is like a poem raft of "Song of Righteousness" carved from white jade, burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A trace of white qi gushes out like spring water.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

With the chanting of Situ Xing, with Situ Xing as the center of the circle, the literary atmosphere within a radius of more than ten miles suddenly became boiling.

The big words fluttered around him like a tired bird returning to its nest.

In the end, it turned out to form a series of moral articles.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom.

Gurgling!

Gurgling!

Gurgling!

As Situ recited it, the reaction in the air became more and more intense.

A trace of Wenqi rises, condenses into a stream in the air, and then converges into a river, and finally forms a sea of Wenqi with a large area.

Pure white, indescribable holy and white Haoran righteousness, churning in the sea of literature. It looks like the dragon is spreading clouds and rain, and even the Wen Qi above the Nine Heavens has been pulled by some kind of traction, and it suddenly pours down, looking at it from a distance, it seems that the Milky Way above the Nine Heavens is sagging.

Just when the heroic righteousness in the air was about to fall on the top of Si Tuxing's head. A strange glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Because the demonic thoughts hidden in his body actually let out a sharp chirp as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Under the baptism of Haoran's righteousness, a trace of demonic thoughts turned into black qi and seeped out of his pores, condensing into a skull in the air, or the appearance of a devil.

But no matter how much they struggle.

In front of Haoran righteousness, it was like spring and white snow, and it was instantly turned into nothingness.

Some of the black qi turned into streamers, wanting to escape from the scope shrouded by Haoran's righteous qi.

Multiply!

Multiply!

It was as if a red-hot soldering iron was placed on top of pork, and the black gas made a sizzling sound, and it was like snow under the scorching sun, which instantly melted and disappeared.

"Good!"

Looking at the melting black gas, Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but have a hint of joy.

The majestic righteousness in the air was pouring out like no money, and a trace of black gas was discharged from his pores like sewage.

Situ Xing's skin also became crystal bright at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rumble!

The flickering white light of Haoran righteousness meandered down from the sky like a dragon, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun and crashing heavily into the blood river behind Si Tuxing.

Multiply!

Multiply!

Multiply!

Meandering, red as if dyed red by human blood, except for encountering the Haotian Mirror, the river of blood, which has nothing to hurt, actually rises one after another under the impact of the majestic righteousness of the heaven and earth.

There is a distorted cheek in every bubble.

Suffering!

Hideous!

Fear!

These negative emotions condensed into black smoke, like a protective umbrella, enveloping the entire river of blood.

It is precisely because of the presence of these smokes.

Whether it was the flying sword of the Taibai Sword Sect, or the spell of the sect, or the martial arts of the dynasty, there was no way to destroy him.

It is precisely because of this immortal existence that the blood demon can crisscross the world and make those who hear it change color.

Gurgling!

Gurgling!

Gurgling!

More and more bubbles are rising from the bottom of the river of blood.

Men and women, young and old, nobles, lowly slaves, and even occasionally a few members of the sect.

These people were all devoured by the river of blood.

Their souls are forever imprisoned in the mud at the bottom of the river of blood.

They will never be able to get rid of the shackles of the River of Blood, and they are like slaves, constantly fighting for the River of Blood. If they kill new creatures, they will also become blood slaves.

It is also for this reason that the power of the Blood River will become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

The ferocity of the Bloodseeker will also become more and more powerful.

Because as long as these blood slaves don't all die, the blood demon can be reborn indefinitely.

However, unfortunately, he met Situ today.

encountered "Song of Righteousness".

In order to get rid of the control of the blood demon, Situ Xing directly ignited the "Song of Righteousness" poem raft to condense the righteous qi between heaven and earth.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The long river of righteousness crashed into the river of blood like a dragon.

Huge bubbles were torn apart by him instantly.

The white righteous qi entered the crimson river of blood, as if pouring a scoop of cold water on the boiling oil. It's as if tons of explosives were planted in advance.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

A huge explosion caused a huge wave in the river of blood. Vortices tens of meters in size are formed.

But whether it is black gas or bubbles, as long as they are hit by huge waves or dragged into the whirlpool, they will be torn apart in an instant.

The crimson river of blood, like a stream, looks so fragile in front of Haoran righteousness.

A trace of black gas was forcibly peeled off, and bubbles were punctured one by one.

One by one, the bound souls are liberated.

The red in Situ Xing's eyes became less and less, and his head became clearer and clearer.

。。。。

"How is this possible?"

"Bloodseeker gone?"

Lu Taigong looked at the blood flames that slowly became dim in the air, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face showed a look of disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

"In the thousands of years since the birth of the Blood Demon, the birth of the Blood Demon was not a great chaos in the world, and the people were not happy. ”

"Didn't that time make the power of the secular dynasty and sect greatly damaged?"

"What's going on this time?"

"How could the Blood Demon suddenly disappear? Could it be that he happened to meet a master and was suppressed?"

Fan Gou'er and Yang Shou's eyes showed a hint of joy, no matter what the reason, the blood demon was killed before it could be formed, which was also a great thing.

"Your Excellency!"

"It must be an adult!"

"It must have been the Lord who suppressed the Blood Demon!"

Fan Gou'er looked adoring and said firmly.

Don't say what they think. The Taibai Sword Sect, high above the main hall, Venus, whose face had never been as indifferent as water, showed a look of shock in his eyes for the first time.

Because the blood demon that destroyed the world and made them feel fearful from their hearts, suddenly disappeared from the Haotian Mirror.

No matter how he observed, he couldn't find a clue.

"How is this possible?"

"The Blood Demon was born in the River of Blood, and as long as the River of Blood does not dry, the Blood Demon will not die. ”

"The only one who can burn the blood river is the Taibai Zhibao Hao Heavenly Mirror. ”

"What was the reason, what caused the Bloodfiend to fall early?"

"Check!"

"Be sure to find out. ”

The Yan madman who received Venus's order, in the midst of everyone's farewell, tore open the arc covering the mountain gate, like a dome, and disappeared into the air like a streamer with his feet on the flying sword.

North County!

Zhibei County!

This small town, which is only marked on the map, is his ultimate goal.

。。。

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Because of the absorption of Li Kunpeng's essence and blood, Si Tu's weight has obviously increased a lot.

His feet fell to the ground, and the whole ground seemed to tremble somewhat.

He is now just a congenital martial artist, and after becoming a martial arts saint, the qi and blood in his body will be more vigorous, and his weight will be heavier.

Legend has it that a god in the Outlands once fell, and his blood filled a huge pond.

In Situ's view, this argument is not unfounded.

Because his blood is now unusually heavy, like lead and mercury.

When you reach the Martial Arts Saint, what kind of weight will the physical body be, and how heavy will the qi and blood be?

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Feeling the slight tremor on the ground, Yang Shou's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said with some joy.

"Your Excellency is back!"

Li Chengze's face suddenly turned sallow, but there was still a trace of expectation in his heart.

That is, it was the ancestor of the Li family who came back, not Situ Xing.

Perhaps, it is not possible for the ancestor to kill Situ by virtue of his background, after all, the ancestor has been in the innate for decades, and no one knows how many hole cards he has except himself.

However, he was soon disappointed!

Or even a kind of despair.

Because Situ not only came back, but also carried a Haoshou head in his hand.

Although, the human head is covered by blood, and many places are not clear to see.

However, Li Chengze recognized his identity at a glance.

Kunpeng ancestor, the biggest backer of the Li family, Li Kunpeng!

"Li Kunpeng was actually killed!"

"How is this possible?"

"He's a congenital powerhouse. How can the same rank be killed?"

"Even if he is not defeated by Situ, it is still possible to escape!"

Not to mention Li Chengze, who was sluggish and depressed, Wang Shi and others were also shocked and incredulous.

In their impression, the innate strong is an invincible existence.

It's a god on high!

In some places, it is true that the innate warriors are called gods.

Flying to the sky, one punch can blast through the mountains, what is it if it is not a god?

Moreover, there is a big difference between Li Kunpeng and ordinary innate martial artists. He is a royal family in the outer lands, and the Great Kunpeng technique has forged his undefeated prestige.

However, today, this warrior who can be called a god is as powerful as a god, and his head was taken off by a person who is only a weak crown at the age of a weak crown.

Such a huge gap is difficult for each of them to accept.

"Li Kunpeng!"

"This old dog has finally been killed!"

Fan Gou'er didn't care what others thought, hurriedly stepped forward, looked at Li Kunpeng's dead eyes, took a heavy sip, and said with a smug face.

"I want to go against the adults!"

"Prepare to be killed!"

Yang Shou's voice was very soft, but it fell on everyone's heart like a whip.

In Zhibei County for decades, the congenital powerhouse Li Kunpeng was killed on the spot by Situ Xing, what qualifications do they have to go against Situ Xing?

Li Kunpeng's death!

Let everyone be filled with fear from the heart. All the thoughts that shouldn't have been collected by them.

As long as Situ is sentenced, for one day in Zhibei County, they will not dare to be presumptuous for a day.

Kill the monkey and make an example of the chicken!

This is a ploy of the stump!

Compared with killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, the effect of killing monkeys and setting an example for chickens is more shocking.

"I can't wait!"

"In the future, if you know the big and small things in Bei County, you must look forward to the adults!"

Hu Yudao exchanged glances with Wang Shi and the others, hurriedly walked out, bowed to the end, and said with a solemn face.

"My lord, tomorrow we will send the heirs involved in the case and the slaves to the government. ”

Situ Xing raised his head, looked at the people with their heads lowered and solemn faces, and couldn't help but bow their heads slightly.

"Go home!"

"No!"

"No!"

Yang Shou and the others held their chests up, as if they had just won the battle, and their faces were proud.

The other heads of the family were bitter and confused, Situ Xing's strength was beyond their expectations, although they didn't know what the future was, it was foreseeable that the days of their power and blessing in Zhibei County were over.