Qiu Tianyuanba, with different expressions and the same enlightenment.

Since there was a third person on the golden and black road, they felt it, but they turned a blind eye.

In retrospect, the third person seemed to have an extraordinary idea at the beginning of his journey to kill the two of them.

"He's really thinking about me!"

This speculation was bred in the hearts of the two almost at the same time.

And then, thanks to the Dragon Clan, the evil heaven that has completed its rapid progress in the land of dragons has no tendency to attack the seriously injured and dying Qiu Tian, which is even more unpredictable.

At this moment, a fool can figure out that the reason why Evil Heaven didn't make a move at that time was definitely not because he was afraid of the dying Qiu Tian, but because he had no intention of making a move at all.

What happened after the double tribulation became the most favorable evidence.

"Sins and crimes, and a catastrophe can scare people into self-sealing memories, isn't this kind of thing of a person doing a yellow finch insulting to himself......"

Yuanba muttered softly.

"Hmph, everything you do along the way is to peep at me and study me, it's really a mystery of confidence!"

A trace of shame and anger passed through Qiu Tian's heart.

There are always those people in the world who do not measure their own strength, and when they lack ability, they have the ambition to Lingyun.

Most people don't get laughed at for it.

But in Qiu Tian's opinion, Evil Heaven is definitely the king of the few remaining people.

Why?

Because of the evil heaven who did not measure himself, the realization of Lingyun's ambition fell on Qiu Tian himself.

It's like an ant raising its pincers and barking at a gluttonous cannon.

What's more, Qiu Tian, who was compared to gluttony, was not only stingy himself, but also vaguely expressed his intention to kill the evil heaven before.

"Don't wait for death, don't free yourself, but want to rebel against me, hehe......"

Laughing and shaking his head, Qiu Tian smiled: "Just looking at it, is it enough?"

"Before, maybe it wasn't enough," Evil Heaven raised his head slightly, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was feeling, "now, it's more than enough." ”

Qiu Tian was shocked by the confidence displayed in Evil Tian's words, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I am a saint. ”

Evil Heaven nodded: "I have killed more than a dozen of them." ”

"Huh. Qiu Tian was a little speechless, and said lightly, "Do you know where the biggest gap between you and the saint is?"

"I don't know ...... this"

I don't know if you dare to say that you have killed more than a dozen saints?

Qiu Tiangang had this thought, and heard a soft sound again.

"Maybe it's because the saints died before they could show the difference. ”

Qiu Tian was stunned, took a deep breath, and said with a sneer: "Now I know that killing someone like you may be a bit humiliating, but at least I will be very happy." ”

As the words sounded, the million-mile void that had just recovered from the Evil Heaven Tribulation gradually turned scarlet.

"Amitabha. Seeing this, Yuanba hurriedly dodged away, and the Buddha said lightly, "Don't be careless, little donor, this person's cultivation may be unbearable for you, but this person is the best at killing." ”

As soon as these words came out, the scarlet scarlet that was rapidly permeating was stagnant, and Qiu Tian, whose killing intent was constantly soaring, couldn't help but look back at Yuanba, and said lightly: "You dare to say this kind of thing, little monk, where did your mercy go?"

"Amitabha. Yuanba clasped his palms together and said, "Qiu Tian donor, the little monk doesn't speak, in terms of cultivation, you are far inferior to this donor." ”

Qiu Tian didn't say much, nodded, dropped a sentence, and turned his head to face the evil sky.

"The little monk is very good, half of this person's death is from my hands, and half from your mouth. ”

The voice fell.

Scarlet.

This kind of red, very red, the sky, the void, the millions of miles of endless sea, none of them can escape the invasion of this scarlet.

There seems to be a faint invisible blood-colored sun star, which is invisibly releasing its own light.

It's just that instead of giving a trace of warmth to the world, this light is as cold as ice.

Scarlet, equally domineering and unmatched, invaded the evil sky, shattering his momentum and enveloping him.

Instead of resisting this invasion, Evil Heaven reached into the scarlet.

The process of probing is also a process of increasing resistance, and it seems that the seemingly ethereal scarlet has become a substantial existence.

"Amitabha. ”

Yuanba, who didn't plan to speak again, couldn't help but say the Buddha horn when he saw this scene, and the shock and discouragement in his heart were both a little more.

"I didn't expect Yan Ming to kill the fog, and he was also cultivated by you. ”

Yan Ming Killing Mist is an extremely terrifying kind of magical power in Indra's Yan Ming Technique of Yan Ming Technique.

When an ordinary monk falls into the Hell's Killing Mist, he is equivalent to being killed.

Even if the elite monks with strong combat power enter it, their combat power will also drop significantly.

"The action is blocked, the detection range of the immortal mind is greatly reduced, the operation of the immortal qi is not effective, the origin of the rules is obscure, and there are endless killing visions to disturb the mind, and even the Yan Ming killing fog itself is still the best hidden carrier for Yan Ming to attract all kinds of magical powers......"

And among the terrifying things about Yan Ming's killing mist, the most terrifying thing is the other killing supernatural powers that can hide Yan Ming's inducement.

Under the concealment of the Killing Mist, the monk could not feel the killing that lurked in it at all.

It can be said that Yan Ming's killing fog is the most advantageous amplifier for Yan Ming's specialisation in killing.

This is the reason why Yuanba was shocked.

And the reason for his discouragement was that Qiu Tian had never used this trick on him from beginning to end......

Even if he was almost killed in the first battle.

"Hey!" Qiu Tian smiled at the evil heaven who was probing, "The little monk hasn't seen this trick, are you happy?"

Hearing this, Evil Heaven slowly withdrew his right hand, and thought for a while, "It should be momentum, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Yuanba was stunned.

And Qiu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "It seems that your understanding of Yan Mingyin is better than that of the little monk, but unfortunately you don't have any ......."

"This should be bloodline. Thinking back to the only momentary perception of Indra in his memory, Evil Heaven said softly, "It's a pity that you are not a member of Indra's clan, although you cultivate Yan Yin, your momentum is indeed fake." ”

Qiu Tian's killing eyes had already narrowed into a slit, and his heart was even more shocked and inexplicable.

"Yan Mingyin is one of the two merits of my enemy's Zhen clan, unless a cultivator knows this, how can this son know such a secret?"

If it was just secret, Qiu Tian would not be so shocked.

Behind this secret, there is the only big flaw in the practice of this skill!

"If it weren't for the people of the Indra clan, the Yan Killing Mist could only be called a supernatural power, even if it was cultivated to the point of wish, it would not be as good as one percent of the bloodline momentum of the Indra clan, and even ......."

What's more, it is not only the power of the monk that is consumed by casting the Yan Immortal Killing Mist, but also the sacrifice of his own longevity!

Don't look at the saint's life with the era, and he can't withstand the huge consumption of Yan Ming's killing fog!

And just when Qiu Tian was shocked......

"Bloodline momentum ......"

The evil sky groaned softly, and a faint self-deprecation swept through the cold bloody eyes.

"I don't have ......"

Qiu Tian sneered: "The reincarnation of the ancestors of the mere ancestors dares to delusional bloodline ......"

"But fake, I have it too. ”

When the words fell, the body of the evil heaven bloomed with colors, like billions of lightsabers slamming outward, instantly pushing the scarlet Yan Ming killing mist that touched the skin away from a hundred zhang.