"One trick is enough!"

Killing Qian Mo opened his mouth, his voice was cold, his eyes were like knives, and the breath of the whole person suddenly changed, like nine hells, cold and piercing.

To deal with this kind of little minion, one more trick is an insult to him.

"Let the horse come over, what am I afraid of bamboo dyeing?!"

Bamboo dyeing stepped out without fear.

This made Kill Qianmo stunned, he didn't expect this kid to be so kind, it was like a different person.

In fact, if the original bamboo dye met Kill Qianmo, he would definitely be a little person who fled from the wind and was full of calculations.

However, the appearance of Dongfang Yuechen caused the entire wilderness to fall into the Great Purge, and that time...

Some are just bloodshed and killing, and no conspiracy can defeat the general trend.

It can be said that that bloody baptism changed all the creatures in the wilderness.

It awakens the furious factor in the heart of every living being, the most primitive - animal nature.

It can be said that the previous bamboo dye has been killed by himself.

Today's plot has been played bad by Dongfang Yuechen, and the character attributes have been repositioned and updated.

"Good boy, you have a kind!" Killing Qianmo suddenly smiled, and suddenly felt that his sister Liuxia had a trace of vision in his heart.

But even so, it still can't change his determination to kill Qianmo and kill Zhu Ran.

In the next second, the two of them began to move, and Kill Qianmo slapped out with one palm, as the Holy Monarch of the Seven Killing Palace, Killing Qianmo was extremely powerful, and Zhu Ran was invincible against him, staggering back a few steps, blood overflowing from his mouth.

"What?" Seeing this, Kill Qianmo's face showed a look of shock, and he knew best what kind of bamboo dye was.

Previously, in the eyes of Kill Qianmo, although the strength of the bamboo dye has improved somewhat, it is only about the same as Shan Chunqiu.

Now, that bamboo dye actually took his full strength and did not die, but he was only slightly injured, what kind of means did the desolate master use to transform a person to this point?!

Killing Qianmo gradually calmed down and looked at the one hundred and eight creatures behind Dongfang Yuechen.

Just talking about the realm, each of them is not under him in Shan Chunqiu, if you talk about combat power, it is enough to kill it in seconds!

Such a powerful creature, if it is blessed with a formation, will definitely be able to sweep away the major forces in the world.

Killing Qianmo gasped, but even so, his determination to kill Zhuran still did not change.

But the next moment, without waiting for Kill Qianmo to strike first, Na Zhuran attacked first.

I saw Zhu Dye performing the stunt of Shushan in the fairy sword world, and the whole person exuded a majestic sword aura, turning into a sword with his body, which was extremely powerful.

In an instant, in the eyes of Kill Qianmo, I saw a flash of lightning passing by, and a deadly crisis surged into my heart.

It's been a long time, except that the previous lord of the desolation gave him an ant-like feeling, and now... Even the white paintings could not bring him this sense of crisis.

This is the way of Dongfang Yuechen, the creatures in the wilderness have learned his law, and there must be only one way forward, otherwise, they are just cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

As the king of demons in one world, Killing Qian Mo naturally has his strengths, and he blocked the attack of Zhu Dye.

At the same time, Kill Qianmo used a secret method to forcibly increase his mana.

One blow was struck, and it directly exploded the lower body of Zhu Ran, and without waiting for Zhu Dye to react, Kill Qian Mo slapped out with one palm, directly turning the remaining upper body of Zhu Ran into a cloud of blood mist, filling the air.

At this point, Zhu Dye was seriously injured by the palm of Qian Mo, and then made two more moves to wipe out the bamboo dye.

"Ryuxia, my brother has finally avenged you." The secret technique was withdrawn, and Kill Qianmo's face turned pale, but even so, his face was still full of joy.

The death of bamboo dyeing is inevitable, and if you want to kill Zhu Ran, you can only do it within the boundaries of three moves, and everything is in Dongfang Yuechen's calculations.

But Kill Qianmo and the others didn't know that in the wilderness at this moment, in a temple that belonged to Bamboo Dye, countless spiritual powers were pouring in.

After just a few breaths, Take-dye's figure reappeared, but it seemed weak.

"It's ......"

Bamboo dyed his face in disbelief, he was obviously dead, but now he was alive again.

This is naturally Dongfang Yuechen's handiwork, every living creature in the Savage Land, as long as they control one of the one hundred and eight temples.

According to Dongfang Yuechen's will, they will engrave their life imprint in the temple, as long as the temple is not destroyed and the wilderness is not destroyed, the dead hall master can be reborn.

"Give you an hour, gather seven to kill all the demon soldiers, and sweep the world with this seat!" At this time, Dongfang Yuechen spoke.

"Holy Monarch?!" Shan Chunqiu looked at Killing Qianmo, he had been operating the Seven Killing Hall for many years, but he didn't expect to lose it overnight today.

"Listen to him."

Seeing this, Kill Qianmo ordered.

"But ......" Shan Chunqiu was reluctant in his heart, and he was still a little unwilling.

"Do we have a choice?" Kill Qianmo said coldly.

In the end, no one in the entire Seven Killing Hall dared to resist, and Shan Chunqiu gathered the strength of the entire Seven Killing Hall in less than an hour without returning to the inkstone.

Countless demon soldiers gathered in one place, and the black pressure pressed a large area, and countless momentum connected, and unexpectedly formed a black demon cloud in the sky.

"It's not pure..."Dongfang Yuechen frowned slightly when she saw this, compared to the original Demon Respect Building, this was simply a garbage dump.

However, he just dragged these people to fill the field.

To suppress a world, there must always be some subordinates around you who are not.

…………

Staying in the Immortal Mountain for a long time, this is the head of the righteous sect, but after the battle of the Poor Gate, the prestige of this place has declined, and it is not as good as before.

Of course, the same is true for other sects, the overall strength has declined, and the relationship between the other sects remains the same for a long time.

Not long ago, because of the convenience of the wilderness, the various sects developed disciples one after another after returning to the mountain, among which Changliu was the most lively.

In a short period of time, it has recruited a lot of new people, but unfortunately... It's all cannon fodder.

On this day, Changliu held a fairy sword conference to promote the righteous demeanor.

With such a big event, it is natural that the heads of each gate will send to gather to stay in the Immortal Mountain.

The arrival of the heads one by one made Changliu a lot more lively, and there was also a little less nervousness, because all the combat power of the righteous path was here.

"Master Ni, it's been a long time." The head of Taibai Mountain's gossip looked at the head of Penglai on the side and greeted him.

"The head of the gossip, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still have a sense of security to stay here for a long time." Ni Qianzhang sighed.

It's really that these days, the appearance of the desolate lord has made it difficult for too many people to sleep and eat.

Those who have artifacts in the sect have brought them with them to enhance their own self-preservation.

Now, when people are numerous, they comfort each other.

Hearing what the two said, the head of Changbai Mountain on the side sighed and said: "How can I not be like this, I don't know what kind of character the desolate master is, if it is his real life, I think it is ...... even if it is a white painting."

As soon as these words came out, all the heads nodded in agreement.

"Hmph, how can you wait so long for others to destroy their own prestige?"

At this moment, a cold snort came, and everyone heard the sound and saw that it was Mo Yan, one of the three statues that remained for a long time.

At this moment, Mo Yan didn't know how much it cost to spend a long time, and now he actually recovered his mana.

But only he knows that his potential has been exhausted now, and if there is no chance against the sky, his life will stop here.

I only listened to Na Mo Yan said: "Calligraphy and painting are now in retreat, and the day he leaves the customs is the time to break through the Ten Heavens, no matter what the desolate master or the seven killings are, it will not be our long-term opponent!" ”

When the words fell, the heads of the people suddenly stopped making a sound, and they were a little unhappy with this Moyan's words, and the scene was simply audible.

"Really?!"

At this moment, Dongfang Yuechen's voice sounded, and Mo Yan's face instantly defecated.

(End of chapter)