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The falling cherry blossom yarn was wrapped in the violent thunder, and the yang thunder frantically drilled into the body, wantonly burning every inch of the witch queen's body.

The pain spreads all over the body, like being eaten by ten thousand ants.

Even if it is to endure the Underworld Abyss Thunder Hell, it is nothing more than that.

Falling Sakura's face became even paler, and the dark red light in her bewitching eyes became dim.

Luo Yingsha slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and the dead air in her body was depressed little by little.

A few seconds later, the terrifying witch queen's dead aura disappeared from Sakura's body.

No one could sense that Sakura was still alive, and the thunder and lightning were still roaming wantonly on that beautiful and delicate body.

There was a constant sizzling sound.

He's dead?

All the monks in the stronghold building held their breath, a little incredulous that the witch queen was killed by Li Daochong like this.

"Did you win?" Yu Yan asked in a whisper.

"Yes, it should be, yes." Li Hu, who was standing next to him, stammered back, and at this moment, the young officer, who had a great opinion of Li Daochong before, was completely shocked.

The Divine General Group has always been an unshakable divine existence in Li Hu's heart, but at this moment, the man suspended in the void became extremely tall in his eyes, and there seemed to be a light blooming on him, dazzling and dazzling.

A few days ago, Li Hu didn't care about Li Daochong's alias, Lei Dao Zhenjun, and felt that it was just an exaggeration by those monks who had never seen the world.

It wasn't until he saw it with his own eyes that he understood that Thunder Dao Zhenjun not only did not exaggerate, but weakened Li Daochong.

True Monarch is a suffix that can only be deserved by monks in the Transformation Period.

Chu Tianqi and Kong Lanxin were a little embarrassed in their hearts, they were members of the Federation Divine Generals Group, but they were useless in this crucial battle.

was robbed of the limelight by a young man with an unknown name, and after deliberation by the federal central government, he also suspected that he was a witchcraftman.

As representatives who came to investigate the matter, Chu Tianqi and Kong Lanxin felt their faces crackle.

If it weren't for Li Daochong, everyone here would probably be dead.

Qin Zhan couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, looking at Li Daochong in the distant void, his eyes were still very vicious.

Li Daochong not only did not disappoint him, but also far exceeded expectations, even to the extent that Qin Zhan did not dare to think about it at all.

This guy doesn't seem to have a limit, people have cultivated such talents, not to mention the Rakshasa Kingdom, the entire underworld will tremble.

Give Li Daochong a few more years, what will he grow up into? Qin Zhan couldn't imagine it, and he couldn't imagine it.

Because Li Daochong's growth has no way to be considered with conventional thinking, his appearance has transcended all restrictions.

Transforming into a god is already the limit in the Shenghua Federation, and for Li Daochong, it seems that turning into a god is nothing at all.

Qin Zhan's eyes suddenly flashed, could this kid have anything to do with the three major cultivation empires?

In the last pure land of the spirit realm, the three major Xiuzhen empires are the last hope for counterattacking the underworld, where there are not only human races, but also many other races that have been swallowed by the underworld, and they are now attached to the arms of the human race.

I don't think about the day when I can take revenge, bring the damned underworld home, and revitalize my race.

Could it be that this kid is a descendant of a super Xiuzhen group of the three major Xiuzhen empires, or a descendant of an imperial marshal?

"Li Daochong, how can you be so strong?" Yu Yan looked at Li Daochong in a daze, every time she thought she knew enough about Li Daochong, this guy would immediately show more unknown sides, making you fall into confusion again.

"Li Daochong, the blessing of human cultivation." Chang Shengjun said loudly, and the heart of friendship swelled in his heart, and it was a great pleasure in life to know such a demon.

The mentality of the ghost army in the black clouds is diametrically opposed to human cultivation.

How is it possible that the witch queen's breath has disappeared? The unstoppable queen of the Rakshasa Kingdom was killed by a kid who hadn't even heard of it?

For a while, the great witches who commanded the ghost army couldn't accept it.

Xiangyou's reaction is better, the Night Charm Cloak is ready, as long as the situation is not right, immediately disappear and escape.

As soon as the witch queen died, with the amazing strength that Li Daochong had just shown, he could severely damage hundreds of thousands of ghost troops by himself, and the great witch could not withstand the power of his blow.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of monks below, and the war between monks and ghosts is never won by numbers.

The ghost army, to some extent, is nothing more than cannon fodder for high-grade witches and ghosts, with only one role, consuming the spiritual energy of the human race.

The human race relied on a large number of magic weapons and spiritual weapons created by cultivation technology to resist the ghosts.

Once the ghost army loses its commander, it is like being decapitated, and it becomes a headless fly.

Void.

Li Daochong stared at the witch queen, he couldn't sense the breath on Luo Sakura's body, even if his divine thoughts swept aside, Luo Sakura's whole body didn't feel the slightest bit of death.

He's dead?

Li Daochong's eyes showed uncertainty.

This is too simple, the witch queen only has such a little ability?

Li Daochong didn't dare to be careless in his doubts, he always felt that something was wrong, even if he really couldn't sense the breath on Luo Yingsha's body.

Li Daochong was not at ease, the ink in his hand was slightly raised, the thunder on the knife flowed, the grass was cut without roots, and the spring breeze blew and reborn.

Even if Luo Yingsha is really dead, Li Daochong looks at the body and feels unsure, when she first met Luo Yingsha, she is not also lying in the sarcophagus without harm.

Li Daochong's eyes showed a cold light, exhaled, the figure disappeared, and instantly appeared in front of Luo Yingsha, Cangmo swung out, and slashed at Luo Yingsha's neck with a knife.

Facing this woman who looks captivating and can fascinate all beings, Li Daochong has no mercy, he knows very well what kind of existence this woman is.

She doesn't die, she dies only by hundreds of millions of people.

At the moment when Li Daochong raised the knife, Luo Yingsha's pair of peacefully closed eyes suddenly opened, and the previously dim pupils radiated a bloody red light at this moment.

The disappearing dead air, pouring out like a volcanic eruption, was completely different from ordinary dead air.

It was a breath that Li Daochong had never felt, ethereal and illusory, like a dead void in the depths of the netherworld abyss.

Death contains all the desires of destruction, resentment, hatred, greed, anger, distortion, and many other destructive emotions.

And at this moment, the breath on Luo Sakura's body does not have such emotions, this is not dead air.

At least not the dead air that Li Daochong knew.

It is an air of emptiness and silence, deep and dark, hidden and quiet.

To put it simply, it is nothingness, the air of emptiness that engulfs everything.

Li Daochong suddenly thought of the words he had seen in an ancient book, ghostly.

In the Underworld, death qi is actually a lower breath, and there are two different kinds of breath above the death qi.

They are the source of dead air.

One is the demonic energy that all beings smell and change.

The other is the mysterious ghost.

Li Daochong's hairs stood on end all over his body, and he had a strong sense of crisis so that he directly cast a thousand sounds and retreated.

Cangmo, who was about to be cut off, was directly contained.

The ghostly qi gushed out, filling the entire space in the blink of an eye, squeezing out all the dead qi and spiritual qi within a radius of tens of kilometers, and annihilating the rest.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The thunder power on Luo Yingsha's body was still swimming, and at this time, a fierce electric spark erupted, becoming more and more dazzling.

Eventually, with a snap, the spark disappeared.

The scorched black part of the cherry blossom yarn fell off piece by piece, dissipating in the wind, and the skin was more crystal clear than before, as if carved from white jade, smooth and round, without leaving a trace of flaws.

At this time, Luo Yingsha only looked at her appearance, and she couldn't imagine that she was an underworld witch ancestor-level ghost, and she was simply an otherworldly person cultivating a fairy, so beautiful that people couldn't breathe.

How could such a stunner be bred in the land of the dead?

This is completely illogical.

The ghost army in the black cloud was shocked, and the people in the stronghold building showed a frightened and frightened expression.

The ghostly aura made every ghost in the ghost army feel extremely happy and happy, and under the baptism of the ghostly qi, they also seemed to become more powerful.

The perception of human cultivation is the opposite, the feeling of emptiness, loneliness and emptiness is more terrifying than those desires.

There are emotions, even if they are negative, at least they are alive and alive.

The feeling of nothingness, the horror of being worse than death.

In fact, the opposite of life is not death, but nothingness.

Death refers to the death of the flesh, and the soul is still there, and there is none, not only the flesh is dead, but the soul is also destroyed.

That's what's really terrifying.

The state of Luo Sakura at this time made everyone realize what kind of existence the only two Wu Ancestor-level ghosts in the Rakshasa Country were.

Li Daochong only felt that his throat was dry, and he was a little worried in his heart, when he met any ghost, Li Daochong had never been worried, this was the first time since he woke up.

"Li Daochong, it hurts me so much when you hit me just now." Sakura looked at her arms and said in an extremely peaceful tone.

But this tone that seems to be just a casual conversation with people makes people furious.

Li Daochong's throat was dry, and every nerve instantly tensed.

Call!

Luo Yingsha appeared in front of Li Daochong, and the jade hand was raised and patted gently, Li Daochong didn't see how Luo Yingsha moved this time.

Li Daochong instinctively raised his hand, and most of the luck components blocked Luo Yingsha's understatement.

Syllable!

It's just a crisp sound, like when you are bitten by a mosquito, the sound of a casual slap is almost the same.

I don't feel any power.

However, the moment Li Daochong was photographed, there was a severe pain in his arm, and an irresistible terrifying force struck.

Li Daochong fell to the ground like a meteor.

Rumble!

Like a missile bombarding the ground, it exploded, and a huge crater appeared on the scorched earth.

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