Ye Wuqi said lightly: "It is the responsibility of my generation to punish rape and eliminate evil, even if I know that I am invincible, I don't have any reason to retreat." Suddenly I realized something. ”

"Got what?" The monster asked curiously.

Ye Wuqi said neatly: "It seems that it is not unreasonable that good and evil are not mutually reciprocal handed down from ancient times, but it is only because later generations distort the ambiguity that it has gradually become such a pedantic concept as it is today. The original intention of the ancients was that the power of evil cultivation can erode the mind, and it is not an absolutely one-sided single argument that evil cultivation is the most evil crime, and that without exploring the root cause but just copying and passing it on without understanding, will eventually turn the essence into dross, and in the final analysis, the dross itself is not the doctrine of the sages, but the ignorance of our descendants. ”

After hearing this, the monster laughed and said, "When the disaster comes, you still talk about these useless things, I really don't understand what kind of mentality a young man like you has." ”

Saying this, the monster slowly approached, and in the process of its continuous approach, a rich evil aura rolled in, and the evil qi contained thousands of souls, and countless grimaces tore towards the night without hatred.

What Ye Wuqiu said was not so much his perception as the process of adjusting his state of mind, and once he had a thorough analysis of things, then his mind would be immersed in the fragrance of philosophy, and thus he would gain the calmness of his dwelling place.

The red blood remnant cloud in his hand roared excitedly, and the joy of a slight sense of challenge was the emotion he conveyed to Ye Wuxian, who stood with his sword without hatred, and the blood-colored halo was constantly spreading, like a very dense rime, carving out a world in the black mist. The huge blood groove on the red blood remnant cloud continued to flow with a rather textured light-liquid mixed gelatin, and the sharp edge that was close to people's hearts shot out in all directions.

Although the power of the red blood remnant cloud can only reach the level of a drop in the ocean under the urging of the night without hatred, the sharpness of the artifact alone is incomparable to any power, and I saw these blood lights pulling back and forth in the black mist, like elves frolicking unscrupulously between the jungles.

"Roar!" The monster rushed over with its mouth wide open, and a strong fishy aura filled the nostrils of Ye Wuxian, his brows furrowed slightly, and then the magic sword in his hand bloomed with a shocking rainbow light, and slashed it fiercely.

The bat wings on the monster's back suddenly fanned, and its entire body soared into the air, and then like a huge lizard, it swooped towards the night without revenge, and the sword of the red blood remnant cloud did not hit, but the operation of the night without revenge has just begun, and the power of the Jin Yu Dragon Xiang swordsmanship cast by the magic sword has changed qualitatively, and I saw that the color of the golden dragon is no longer a simple ancient gold, and there is a dazzling blood red in the gaps of its scales, as if it has been seriously injured and the scales have collapsed.

The pupils of the red gold dragon are as smooth and shiny as blood gems, and it rushes towards the monster fiercely, the monster's sturdy limbs each carry a black halo, holding the dragon's horns, trying to subdue the red gold dragon, but the red gold dragon is an artifact, even if this monster has become powerful to a certain extent, how can it easily separate the victory from the artifact?

In this way, the earth-shattering battle started vigorously, and this is tantamount to a challenge for Ye Wuqiu, the huge pressure made him put forward extremely high requirements for the control of the magic sword, so he struggled to communicate with the magic sword with spiritual power, and the process of communicating with the magic sword is no different from the process of constantly cultivating and breaking through himself, all of which are constantly impacting for that layer of restrictions. In this way, Ye Wuqi felt that his consciousness was blocked by some kind of prohibition on the magic sword, so he could not obtain more power from the magic sword.

The power of the monster is inexplicably strong, and the transformation from the strength of the former Yuan Taishou Fighting Soul to the present one can't help but be surprised, only to see that the monster's limbs are full of explosive power, and he holds down the dragon's head so tightly that the red gold dragon that should be running smoothly swayed, and its power of flying up and down is ruthlessly raging in this area, and large areas of bricks and rubble are crushed into powder.

"My lord, we are here to help you!" The Templars tried to help the Templars, but they were stopped by the Night.

"Don't come here! If I can hold on to it myself, let me bear it alone, this evil cultivator's method is a bit weird, if you come to help me, it may backfire! Ye Wuqiu roared like this, the red blood remnant cloud struggled upward, and a large area of sharp sword qi slowly approached upwards under tremendous pressure, although the sword qi traveled slowly, but when the monster was far away and was targeted by the sword qi, blood marks involuntarily appeared on his body.

The monster roared, letting go of the red gold dragon and rushing towards the body of Ye Wuqiu, this move to encircle Wei and save Zhao was quite exquisite, not only avoiding Ye Wuqiu's attack but also causing tricky trouble to Ye Wuqiu itself.

At this time, Ye Wuqi was at the time when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, seeing that the monster's evil qi was about to invade his body, he let out a violent cry: "Little bit!"

Tiangang Gu Feng, who repeatedly wanted to help, did not have the slightest way, and a fine light suddenly appeared in his phoenix pupils, and this essence light shot straight into the monster's mind, but the monster didn't seem to have the slightest feeling, just turned his head lightly and glanced at Tiangang Gu Feng, and then refocused his attention on dealing with Ye Wuxi.

"No! Small points, indiscriminate attacks, don't care so much! Ye Wuqi shouted anxiously, the golden dragon was no longer able to succeed, and his cultivation was no longer enough to support the continued consumption of monsters.

As soon as the roar of the night had just fallen, I saw Tiangang Gu Feng spreading its wings and chirping, and the deafening sound almost tore the eardrums apart, but the most powerful thing about this kind of scream was that he could make any conscious and thinking person think sluggishly or even stop functioning.

The monster suddenly let out a terrible scream, although Jing Yuan Taishou turned into a monster and his fighting spirit cultivation was difficult to disobey under the blessing of evil qi, but his spiritual power remained fragile as a creature after all, he suddenly stopped all his movements, and covered his head and wailed in pain.

However, although the effect of this indiscriminate roar of Xiao Budian was strong, it was still indistinguishable from the enemy, and the Templars and others who were a little far away felt it lightly, but Ye Wuqi completely withstood this kind of spiritual attack, and he felt that a shocking wave had set off in his divine consciousness, as if there was a heavy liquid constantly hitting his skull with the shaking of his brain.

Ye Wuqi covered his head in pain, but he knew that the pain monster he suffered would definitely bear it indiscriminately, and it was time to fight for perseverance, and whoever could be the first to come out of this pain would have the initiative.