The ultimate battle, all or nothing. Whether it was Zhizhi or the forehead baldness, they couldn't hide the nervousness in their hearts and stood up excitedly. This is the most exciting game in the martial arts conference so far. On one side is the corner of heaven holding an ancient treasure, the first volume of the Book of Heaven. On the other side is the shamanic genius who is known as the reincarnation of the gods. Sex. The sea of people is clear.

The cold wind danced wildly, adding a bit of a spooky atmosphere to the tattered and bloodstained ring. Tianjiao and Haiqing's eyes were staggered, and murderous aura splashed. As the only disciple of the righteous path and the demon sect who has not yet been defeated, whether the two of them want to or not, they have already taken on their respective missions. Therefore, the two can only win, not lose, and there is no choice at all. Because since ancient times, white bones and fame have been born together, and those who lose are always wrong.

If Tianjiao loses, then his previous rhetoric will become a joke. Even if he survives, he will be ridiculed to the point of shame. If he wins, then his previous arrogance will be regarded as a master of the arts, bold, individual, and confident, and countless righteous disciples will congratulate him, praise him, and even take refuge in him, which is the thief face of a righteous person.

If Haiqing loses, the legend of the reincarnation of the gods will be self-defeating, he is just a monster, a deformed child, he will be spurned, and even hunted down by the people in the demon gate. If he wins, the myth will continue until one day he dies. So neither he nor Tianjiao had a way back, so they could only die.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, are you the deformed child who is neither male nor female?" Tianjiao didn't mean to insult Haiqing, he had followed Nanhua Dao people to practice in the mountains since he was a child, and he would say whatever he wanted, and he would never beat around the bush, but when he heard this, Haiqing's ears were very harsh.

"You want to die..."Haiqing's voice was a little sharp, male and female indistinguishable, as a two. Sex. Man, his life is destined to be a tragedy.

When Haiqing was born, there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the matchmaker who delivered the baby thought he was the reincarnation of a monster and was scared to death on the spot. After he was born, torrential downpours caused the river banks to collapse, flooding the village and killing many of its people.

The surviving villagers, believing that he had brought disaster to the village, wanted to set fire to him, but fortunately, his parents fought to the death to save his life. But angry villagers burned down their family's hut and confiscated their family's only two acres of thin fields, driving the family out of the village.

In desperation, his parents could only beg for food while looking for a place to stay. But the long-term malnutrition and poor living conditions affected the health of his parents, who died of illness in a ruined temple, leaving him to fend for himself.

At that time, he was only five years old, and he was still a waiter. Milk. The child, he cried loudly in the ruined temple, and it happened that the bald root passed by here, saw that he had a strange bone, saved his life, and gave him a new identity, the shamanic religion Haiqing.

Shamanism has six totems, namely the blue wolf, the white deer, the ground bear, the mango cow, the fairy goose, and the sea clear (Hai Dongqing), each generation of shamanic disciples, will pick out the best six people, become the six totems on behalf of the six totems walking in the world of the divine envoy, until death. Then the new generation of disciples will inherit the name of the oracle and continue to walk the world.

Haiqing in childhood didn't know that he was different from others. He wanted to play with his peers and practice martial arts together, but no one wanted to come near him. The friends were afraid of him, and they hurriedly avoided him when they saw him. Adults worshipped him as a god, which filled his childhood with loneliness and sadness. Unconsciously, he became less talkative and did not like to communicate with people.

By the time he reached adulthood, he had become the number one master of the shamanic younger generation, and he was very much valued by the bald roots, and he was bent on cultivating him as a descendant disciple, but he was not happy at all. Whenever he sees others in pairs, but he can only be alone, his heart will be full of loss and pain. He wished that he was just an ordinary person, so that his parents would not die, so that he could get married and have children like normal people, but this can only be an illusion.

Gradually, his mentality began to go to extremes, he became moody, often killing people for no reason, and his disciples of the same generation were even more afraid of him, seeing him was like seeing a ghost.

He returned to the village where he was born and killed all the men, women, and children in the village, including babies and animals. I didn't let it go. Because he swore a poisonous oath that whoever did not treat him badly, he would repay it a hundredfold.

Killing is addictive, he has no friends and no lovers, and killing is the only joy he has in life. He was so caught up in the thrill of killing that even the baldness of his forehead had been warned to no avail.

Perhaps, there is a bottom line for people's psychological endurance, and if they do not perish in loneliness, they will change in loneliness. He didn't have the courage to commit suicide, so he could only choose to change. State.

Killing people makes him feel fulfilled and allows him to experience a sense of reality that he has never experienced before. It is only when he kills people that he can regain a little of his humble self-esteem. He could feel alive.

Patches of golden feathers covered Haiqing's body, and a pair of fleshy wings came out of his back.

"One of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, Garuda Bird..."Standing under the stage, Zhi's complexion changed drastically, perhaps most people in the martial arts didn't know what kind of divine beast Haiqing Demon was cultivating, but Zhizhi was too familiar with this kind of divine beast.

The Garuda bird, also known as the Dapeng Golden-winged Bird, is one of the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism. Legend has it that the Garuda bird likes to eat dragon meat the most, eating 500 to 1,000 dragons every day, and although the legend has its exaggerated ingredients, it can be seen that the Garuda bird is powerful.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, your demon gate is too uncreative, good people don't do it, but what do you do. Beast, it's just self-destruction..."Tianjiao snorted coldly with disdain, completely ignoring the Garuda bird.

The Book of Heaven floated strangely into the air, rising against the storm, blooming with thousands of golden lights, instantly enveloping the entire ring, raining down hundreds of lightning bolts, and slashing towards Haiqing.

But an unexpected scene happened to Tianjiao, Haiqing was like a phantom, and the speed was unimaginable. Thunder chased after him, but they could only slash his shadow. The golden-winged Dapeng, a thousand miles away, is the fastest divine beast in the world, even if it is lightning, it can only sigh with joy, helpless.

The cold light reflected Tianjiao's eyes. The nails of Haiqing's hands were like blades, fiercely slashing across his cheeks, splashing a bloody streak. However, Tianjiao is by no means an idle person, even if there is no first volume of the Book of Heaven, there are not many people in the world who are his opponents.

His right palm suddenly turned outward, and a bolt of lightning slashed out from his palm, hitting Haiqing fiercely.

The burnt smell of human flesh wafted above the ring, and Haiqing stood in the center of the ring with his cape, black smoke constantly rising from his body.

In the palm of Tianjiao's right hand, there is a ball of lightning that keeps jumping, like an active elf. He looked at Haiqing with contempt and said, "An animal. Sheng even wants to challenge Taoist orthodoxy, it's just beyond his means, let the poor Dao send you to hell. ”

The extreme smirk made Haiqing's face look a little distorted. He licked the blood on his nails, tasted it intoxicated, and said, "People are. . . Livestock. Sheng, do you think you won? Look at your feet, I promise, you will die after you have suffered so much..."

Tianjiao looked at the ground in surprise, just when he was fighting, Haiqing actually used his steel-like toenails to engrave ghost-like patterns on the ground, and a large amount of black gas came out of these figures, and the golden light in the sky was constantly blended and devoured, and Tianjiao was suddenly shocked.

"No one will recognize your body, because I will make it miserable..."

The golden light of the Book of Heaven became dimmer and dimmer, and Haiqing suddenly took out a scimitar and cut it fiercely to his face, the blade cut on Haiqing's flesh and blood, but there was no trace, and there was no blood. At the same time, Tianjiao screamed, and the flesh and blood on his face flew sideways.

He covered his cheeks and roared in horror: "Despicable you, you are not only a beast soul shaman, but also a blood refining shaman!" ”

"It's a pity that you know too late."

Haiqing suddenly raised his scimitar high and stabbed him in the eye, the pain in his heart made Tianjiao let out a deafening roar, and Haiqing intoxicated slashed his cheek after knife, like a madman. In just a few breaths, Tianjiao turned into a bloody man, unrecognizable.

"Senior brother..."Tianbao and Tianliang screamed in surprise, their eyes were red, and they sacrificed the second and third volumes of the Book of Heaven, but Hai Qingtie was determined to kill Tianjiao, and he didn't give them a chance to save people at all.

"Game over, goodbye..."Tianjiao suddenly raised his scimitar and stabbed himself in the heart, a large amount of blood spurted out of Tianjiao's mouth, and he fell to the ground in pain, convulsive...

"Amitabha, sin and sin" Zhi couldn't bear to close his eyes, with the death of Tianjiao, the overall situation has been decided, and the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance will fall into the hands of the demon gate, and it will be held by the undefeated face of the beast master.

However, the killing is not over, and the qiē has just begun. After the martial arts conference, it is the real battle.

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