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The most famous is that Daozun gave way to Pei Ju, Dong Yinshu retreated and handed over the family business of Haoran Mansion to Lin Xuan, and in the Demon Dao, the Heavenly Demon Lord also lived in a simple place after the battle with Daozun, and the power of the Seven Heavens Demon Gate was gradually controlled by two amazing and brilliant characters.

In the Southern Wilderness, in the Blood River Mountain Range, where the Shura Demon Sect is located, a young man with a cold temperament stands above the rolling sea of blood, and around him, blood-colored lotus flowers bloom, exuding a faint fragrance. If it weren't for the crimson blood, I'm afraid no one would think that this was the base camp of the Demon Sect, but a paradise.

The young man's eyes were closed, his qi was looming, his waist hung a narrow sword, and his whole person seemed to merge with the remaining endless sea of blood. A trace of mysterious and deep netherworld aura was constantly extracted from the sea of blood by the blood-colored lotus, rising and gathering like smoke, faintly outlining the phantom of the "Shura" god enshrined in the Demon Sect.

As the supreme treasure of the Demon Sect, the Blood Sea is surrounded by the ring-shaped Blood River Mountain Range in the center, and countless Demon Sect disciples and elders have used this endless blood qi cultivation as if they were coming from the Netherworld. Although the direction where the young man was located was in the middle of the sea of blood, there were still a few elders with deep breath and white hair and red faces who attracted the attention.

"The Holy Monarch has been in retreat for twenty years, never for this long. ”

The person who opened the mouth was tall, although he was full of white hair, but his eyes shone with a breathtaking light, and a scimitar at his waist was even more entangled in the dark dead energy, and there was a ghost crying in the roar, so that the boundless blood around him couldn't help but retreat, and he was concave.

"When the foundation of the Dao was laid in the Seven Nights, he was praised by the Heavenly Shura, and he was the Lord of Heaven who led the rise of my Holy Sect and accomplished the great cause of a thousand years. This time, since he had been in retreat for such a long time, he thought that he could break through the bottleneck of the Supreme Dao that was indestructible to the Nine Percent Nine Palm Sect Supremes in the world. ”

The person who answered was dressed in a green shirt and had a dusty temperament. But those evil eyes were bursting with blood-colored lightning, so that the elders on both sides didn't dare to look at it directly, and they knew that his cultivation was the best.

This person is the former leader of the Demon Sect, that is, the current leader of the Seven Nights Holy Monarch. Monroe.

"That's not good, it's hard for me to break through one step ahead, if the Seven Nights Little Ghost also follows the achievement of the Dao, then doesn't it mean that the Demon Gate is still not my own decision. ”

Just after Monroe finished speaking in a slightly excited tone, he seemed to be annoyed. But with a hint of charm, the delicate words sounded. At the same time, there is a touch of colorful brilliance, like a sharp sword, like the speed of electricity, but with the terrible death qi of killing all things and killing the common people.

"Emperor Flag, Seven Killing Sword!"

"Damn the enchantress!"

"How dare you break into the Holy Sect and kill people!"

As soon as he heard the familiar voice and the colorful sword light, Monrosheng knew who it was.

Dongfang Bai, who is known as the reincarnation of the emperor, has been working against each other from beginning to end in the Seven Heavens Demon Gate and the Seven Nights. There has never been a Demon Dao Emperor who has the same opinion.

"Stop her!"

Mon Luosheng did not hesitate at all, and in an instant, he went out of his body and disappeared into the sea of netherworld blood under him, and began to communicate with this demon cult treasure, wanting to force Dongfang Bai, who only heard human voices and did not see human figures.

And the two elders beside him would not hesitate, the scarlet scimitar was unsheathed, and the sonorous sound could not hide the evil power entangled on the blade and howled. Compared to him, the other stretched out his hands as white as jade. A terrifying aura that corroded the void and devoured vitality condensed into boundless blood light, followed by the dark red crescent moon sword light that blasted away in all directions.

"A sea of blood!"

"Blood**!"

The operation of the two major Xuan Gong in the Demon Sect cooperated with the supreme divine power of Mon Luo Sheng's urging of the Supreme Treasure, and suddenly forced a slender figure out of the sky above the Blood River Mountain.

"Get out of my Holy Sect!"

The tall white-haired monk with a scimitar burst into rage. The sound was like thunder, and the scarlet knife light that was originally slashing in the other direction turned in an instant, mixed with boundless blood and blood, as well as a heart-wrenching crying demon sound, and slashed heavily at the white-shirted woman with bright eyes and black hair and a slender waist.

"Why do you have the courage to attack me?"

A tone of confusion seemed to sound softly from her mouth. But it clearly fell into everyone's ears. Then, in the frightened gaze of the entire Demon Sect disciples, a jade finger like a tender onion stretched out, as if it was casually across the direction where the scarlet sword light came from.

Boom!

A crisp sound of defeat, mixed with the terrifying sword light of the three Supreme Elders of the Demon Sect, slashed down on the white jade fingers, like waves crashing on the cliff, collapsing into countless blood-red bubbles, dripping rain, scattered throughout the entire Blood River Mountain Range.

The blood-colored rain silk is also an unprecedented spectacle for the disciples of the Demon Sect who practice blood transformation.

And the meaning contained in the wonder makes all people feel a chill in their hearts.

"That's right, Dongfang Bai said that she has set foot in the Supreme Dao, doesn't that mean that she is already a god like the Heavenly Holy Lord, even if the three Supreme Elders use the forbidden secret technique, I'm afraid they won't be able to shake her fur!"

Thinking of this, many disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the white-shirted woman standing in the air with the void and the wind.

And at this time, the seven-colored sword light that had been cut down from Dongfang Bai's hand early pierced the young ancestor of the black-striped purple battle armor in the center of the blood sea in the uneasy gaze of all the Demon Sect disciples.

"No ......"

Under Mon Rosheng's angry and anxious tone and the desperate gaze of the Demon Elder, the colorful sword light broke through the young man's forehead, and a trace of bright blood burst out.

The ancestral aperture was broken, and the sword light no longer had any obstacles, and it could directly penetrate the sea spirit platform, and with a slight stir, the young man in retreat could be turned into a dead corpse without the slightest soul.

"Dongfang Bai, my Demon Sect and you don't share the sky!"

Just when Monroe was angry and about to urge the strongest power of the Netherblood Sea at the risk of his life, a faint and fresh fragrance suddenly sank into the tip of his nose.

Then, in the surprised gaze of all the Demon Sect disciples, the crystal blood that burst out from Qiye's forehead turned into a lotus leaf, followed by the first and third ......

As if it was a miracle, in the face of the supreme mastery of the Demon Dao, the Seven Killing Sword Qi on the "Emperor Sutra", a thousand-leaf blood-colored lotus bloomed on the forehead of the young man, firmly blocking the gap in the spiritual platform, and resisting the seven-colored sword light against the ancestral aperture.

"A thousand leaves bloom, a thought of Shura!"

(To be continued.) )