After a palm, Liao Wenjie slowly descended from the sky and sat cross-legged on the Tongqian Mountain.

I thought that by exhausting all the blood-colored mental power in one go, he could stop the magic power and continue to operate, and he would be able to get out.

Killing the old demon of Montenegro and consuming too much accumulated demonic power is the best of both worlds, it's perfect.

The result is that he thinks less about his own cleverness, and if he can easily solve the problem of entering the demon, there will not be so many predecessors and masters who will never return.

At least, Yun Su Daochang, who was killed by Leon, can still rescue him when he goes crazy.

The Blood Sea Demon Luo hand-copied scriptures continued to operate, and the moment the blood color telekinesis was cleared, the exercises operated on their own, and skyrocketed wildly at an almost exaggerated speed.

Liao Wenjie's eyes were red, and he opened his eyes slightly to look at Yan Chixia and the others in the distance, and boundless longing rose in his heart, wanting to see how high the blood could splash when Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen's heads flew up?

Also, is Ning Caichen, who has a strong blood, has a strong foundation, or is Yan Chixia, who has been practicing martial arts all year round, better?

The other two female ghosts are squeamish and pretentious, and they will be an eyesore when they look at them, and if they cut off their hands and feet, they will definitely cry for a long time.

"Hey, hey, hey———"

The corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, Liao Wenjie propped up his knees and stood up, it's useless to just guess, practice can bring out true knowledge, first try whose blood is splashed higher, and then try whose cry is louder.

Buzz!

Just as he opened the red wings of the ghost hand, the black curtain behind him opened without warning, and the yin wind rolled out, and the cold water made him sober up.

"Sure enough, it's a magic skill, it's too evil, otherwise how could I have such thoughts......"

Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth tightly, not to mention who had more blood, just the latter question, comparing the two girls who cried louder. Obviously, there is another way, to dismantle the arms and legs at every turn, which is not an economic cycle at all.

Boom!

The black light burst out and rushed out of the slap pit, the black streamer came in an instant, and the skeleton frame with stone face armor rushed in front of Liao Wenjie, and both fists came out, knocking him into the curtain.

Careless, the old demon of Montenegro is not dead.

The body fell into the underworld, and Liao Wenjie had only one thought in his heart, blaming the demon for causing him to be rampant, otherwise with his temperament, he would have to make up a few knives on the corpse for everything.

No matter how bad it is, it will be far away and take Jinshan to press it twice.

……

Underworld.

Liao Wenjie fell to the plain, his body slid for dozens of meters, and two red ghost hands ploughed the ground, and then slowly stopped the momentum.

Without thinking much about the life and death of the old demon in Montenegro, Liao Wenjie was shocked to find that the blood-colored mental power in his body was still growing wildly, but he was not affected by the bloodthirsty demon thoughts, his mind was clear, he had neither modified nor reduced his intelligence, and it was not a problem at all to count from one to a hundred.

"What's going on, does it have anything to do with the underworld?"

Liao Wenjie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely remembered that the moment when his mind was clear was just when the passage of the underworld was opened, if there was any connection between the two......

He tried to take the initiative to cultivate the blood color telekinesis and speed up the running speed of the exercises, and he succeeded; I tried again to stop the cultivation of the Blood Sea Demon Luo's hand-copied scriptures, and it was also successful, and the magic skill that did not give face in the past was extremely well-behaved today.

"No, it really worked!"

Liao Wenjie was slightly stunned, and after a while, the corners of his mouth grinned, and now, he was a little unsure whether the Blood Sea Moro hand-copied scripture was really wrong, but he found the correct place to cultivate.

This is a netherworld exercise that cannot be cultivated in the human world.

Both happy and disappointed, mixed feelings.

Happy because the power of this magic skill is self-evident, find the right way to practice, and when he encounters a demon that can't be defeated, he won't let it be slaughtered.

Before the murderous intent rises, run into the underworld and pour a basin of cold water, and immediately get rid of the predicament of falling into the demon, and the magic skill can also be used as a conventional means.

It is to take a look at the underworld from time to time...... Ahem, take a look at the wool in the underworld, without the consent of the owner's family, a bit of a petty theft.

Disappointed because of self-blame, he is a virtuous man, and he will be happy because he got stuck in the BUG of the magic skill, and he is ashamed to think about it, he ......

He fell.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

"I don't want to, it's a big deal, as long as no one knows, I haven't done this!"

Liao Wenjie comforted himself with kind words, it doesn't matter if he knows, as long as he bites him to death, there is no evidence that is equivalent to slander.

Boom————

In the distance, the iron knight roared, and the wings of the ghost hand spread behind his back, and he was suspended in the air.

In sight, hundreds of cavalry flew into the dust, and the ghost general led by him wore a black stone mask on his face, which was exactly the same as the one worn by the old demon of Montenegro.

"Black Mountain Old Demon?"

"Kill!"

Liao Wenjie tried to say a word, but the ghost general didn't answer, pulled out the big sword entwined with ghost energy, and between raising his hand, the pitch-black sword qi was frantically vented.

Bite! Bite! Ding———

Liao Wenjie held up the red umbrella to block the sword qi, flapped his wings and flew high above the cavalry team, pressed down with his backhand, and with a bang, he took pictures of hundreds of cavalry teams.

The Blackstone Mask shot out at such a speed that it was impossible to catch with the naked eye, and it was impossible to find a trace in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of operation is this, I slapped my wisdom out?"

There was no nonsense, and he came here just to give away people's heads, Liao Wenjie was dizzy by this simple wind.

There is a good saying, when things go wrong, there must be demons, the old demon of Montenegro has occupied the underworld for many years, even if he only fights the world with his fists, he is not a calculating person, but he will not be a brain-dead, and there must be a deep meaning in doing so.

An hour later, Liao Wenjie killed the tenth team of cavalry, and realized that the old demon of Montenegro was brain-dead, and he was still the best with amazing perseverance after repeated defeats.

However, this superb product is running too fast, and the red line can't be stopped by weaving a net.

He wanted to leave the underworld, but he couldn't find the right way out, and he hoped that Yan Chixia would open the door, but the latter was seriously injured and had no three or five months to recuperate, and it was difficult to get off the kang, so it was impossible to save him.

"That old demon of Montenegro, you don't want to consume me alive in the underworld, right?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, roughly understood something, slapped a team of cavalry to death, took out a few meat buns from the red umbrella with his backhand, and muttered while eating.

Yan Chixia said that flesh and blood can't stay in the underworld for a long time, and at least they will fall into the root of the disease, people are not like people and ghosts, and at worst, the soul will leave the body, and they will never be able to leave the underworld.

Even cultivators will be corrupted by flesh and blood, and their souls can only cling to dry bones.

Liao Wenjie is not too worried, as long as he runs the blood color telekinesis, there will be yin qi into the body, refining to replenish the energy loss, and he is not worried about starvation at all.

It's just that the old demon of Montenegro sneaks up on him from time to time, seriously interfering with his cultivation, and it's not a matter of staying in the underworld all the time, he has a lot of dreams at night, and he has to find a way to leave.

Thinking of this, he took out the minotaur token and called for the bull head here to come to help.

I made up my mind that no matter who came, I would beat him up first when we met, beat the other party to beg for mercy, and then reluctantly give him a chance to make up for his mistakes.

After several pagers, Niu Tou did not show up to respond, and I don't know if he was afraid of the obscenity of the old demon of Montenegro, or was warned by Yan Chixia last time, and after he went back, he pinched the phone line in his hand.

At this time, the blood-colored mental power was fully cultivated, and he was advancing vigorously, and he continued to run without satisfaction.

After all, it was a magic skill, Liao Wenjie didn't dare to let it be too presumptuous, and guided the red telekinesis to implicate the cornucopia, and at the same time keep its total amount constant, he began to lose his heart and mint money 24 hours a day.

As long as he uses it quickly, the speed of blood-colored mental power cultivation can't catch up with him!

A moment later, a team of cavalry died under the palm, and Liao Wenjie was so unbearable that he couldn't bear to pull out the sword of victory from the red umbrella.

With only two legs and the red line wings behind him, he couldn't catch up with the mask of the old demon of Black Mountain, but the sword technique can, and one of the major prerequisites for practicing the sword technique is to sharpen his sword intent.

Liao Wenjie has no sword intent, he has a palm intent, and the Rulai Divine Palm driven by the blood-colored mental power is his palm intent, that is, his potential.

One force will drop ten times, let you have a thousand ways and thousands of magical powers, all of them will be slapped to death!

Force and kill, this is his potential!

Once the warrior gained power, he got a glimpse of the martial arts path, and since then he has been invincible, and the world can go to it.

Xiahou, Yan Chixia, ghost generals, and heavenly remnants, these people are all powerful warriors, but don't be the first three who have gained sword momentum, and the sky is remnant...... Leg pose?

No matter what kind of potential it is, it is due to the congenital deficiency of the exercises, such as coming to the divine palm is a lot worse.

Liao Wenjie knew that his Rulai Divine Palm was purely crooked, and there was no mercy in one palm, so the power was greatly reduced compared to the genuine version, but it was not a big problem, it was enough to have momentum, as long as he introduced the palm into the sword, he could sharpen his sword intent.

"What is the reason for my sword, what is my sword intent......"

Liao Wenjie clearly remembered that Yan Chixia once said this, but when it came to him, the cause and effect were completely reversed.

"It's weird, it seems that no matter what kind of martial arts and martial arts, it will change as soon as it comes to my hands...... Got it. ”

He touched his face and sighed that no one is perfect, God gave him a good façade, so he naturally had to do something with the window.

"Hmph, this time the cultivation of sword intent is nine out of ten, just draw a scoop according to the gourd, I can still draw wrong!"

Liao Wenjie snorted, calculated the time, waited in place for a while, slapped the cavalry team to death, and then began to polish the sword intent.

He was on his knees crossed, and his sword of victory was on the ...... Because it was too short, he could only put his elbows on his knees and hold the sword of victory over evil in both hands.

The blood-colored telekinesis was running, and while he realized the opportunity when he waved his palm, he drew the long sword and tried to unite the human sword.

……

After a long time, he slowly opened his blood-red eyes, all the steps were perfectly coordinated, only the sword intent did not come out.

"It's strange, there's no reason to copy the homework and can't copy it, what's wrong?"

If there is a martial arts master here, he will definitely laugh out loud, Liao Wenjie thinks that if he plays the palm of the gods, he will have the power of the palm, which is a fool's dream.

Martial arts, one step at a time, there is never a shortcut at all, he thinks that his potential is force and killing, it is purely his personal illusion.

Force, is the output attribute of the Divine Palm, killing, comes from the blood-colored mental power that drives the Divine Palm, and he is far from the martial artist who enters the Tao with one foot.

Several attempts were fruitless, and during this time, the cavalry team was killed twice, Liao Wenjie sighed, shook his head and gave up.

Imperial swordsmanship is not so easy to practice, and all he can do at the moment is to pick up the sword and practice the boring basic skills of swordsmanship.

"Trouble, how long will this be practiced......

Liao Wenjie's brows furrowed, his eyes flashed red, and he subconsciously injected blood-colored mental power into the Victory Evil Sword.

In an instant, the blood-colored mental power was frantically poured into it, and the Victory Evil Sword trembled violently, the red light rose, and the evil qi flourished.

Oops, something went wrong!

Liao Wenjie was shocked, and hurriedly stopped the telekinesis transmission, never thinking that the Victory Evil Sword and the blood-colored telekinesis hit it off, as if dry wood and fire were ignited at one point, and it was like an infatuated man and a woman. The aura of the two is closely linked, throwing aside, the tool man who pulls the strings, no matter how much he shouts to stop.

"How can it be that my sword, my mind, dare not listen to me......"

Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed with red, his heart was shocked, he withdrew his hand and left the Victory Evil Sword, and in the next second, the sky in front of him was spinning, and he was dragged into a red world.

Rumble———

A group of cavalry arrived, and the old demon of Montenegro led by him raised his hand to stop the march, looked at Liao Wenjie, who was motionless, and sneered again and again: "Little Taoist, the clumsy tricks are extremely vulgar, just your thoughts, you also want to deceive me, it's really ridiculous!" ”

The old demon of Montenegro is scheming, motionless and steady like an old dog, but he is not a fool, he is careful to prevent self-defeating, and waved his hand to let the two younger brothers step forward to lead the death.