The sun scorched the earth, and the air was so hot that it seemed to burn the trachea if inhaled into the nose.

The center of gravity of these hundreds of people sank, and they stared straight at the light curtain, the momentum was staggered together, surging away, and there was a hidden dragon and tiger shaking the sky, stirring the void, and looking at it from a distance, the purple qi lingered in the sky.

This is also inevitable, it can be said that the people who can come to the barren desert to seek creation are all Tianjiao first-class characters, and they are naturally full of luck.

There is not even a shortage of Taoists from the major sects, each of them is a leader in cultivation, and a person who is unique in the same generation.

At this time, not far from the barren desert, a man in gorgeous clothes was hurrying in the desert.

His face was handsome, his breath was surging, and his sword intent was earth-shattering.

Behind him was a sword box, the color of this sword box was red, as if there were countless red runes beating, scarlet incomparable, making people's hearts gross.

This person is the Daozi of the Absolute Sword Peak, burying the sword.

Suddenly, he stopped and shouted coldly behind him: "If you chase after me again, you will all die!" As he spoke, the sword box vibrate, and a sword arc shook out in vain, and an extremely pure sword intent spread out, directly chopping the yellow sand within ten zhang around him, and the cut was neat.

"Hmph, what a big breath, robbing my Ji family's spiritual objects, you dare to be so arrogant! You are killing yourself!" a mid-level disciple of the Spirit Master said in a cold voice.

"Well, in the ruins, even if it is a foreign race, when you meet someone from my Blood Dragon Ji family, you have to retreat, you, hum ......" The person who spoke was holding a long knife, his eyes were as gloomy as a vulture, and a scar slanted from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, exuding a trace of black gas, terrifying and terrifying.

"Shoot together, kill this teasing, the dignity of the Blood Dragon Ji family cannot be disgraced. ”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the people of the Ji family were red, and after looking at each other, they all saw the firmness in their eyes.

"Kill!" I don't know who roared, and these dozens of people rushed out at the same time, rushing straight to the burial sword.

The burial sword glanced at the sky, with a thick fear in his eyes, and after his gaze was withdrawn, the cruel color in his eyes flashed, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Since you are looking for death, you can't complain about me!"

Before the voice fell, his right hand pointed diagonally into the sky, and said in a low voice: "Take the sword!"

Suddenly, the blood-colored sword box trembled, and with a "creak", the lid of the box was flipped over, and a bloody sword shot out like blood light. This sword is small and light, but it has a strong evil aura to the extreme, as if it has just been fished out of the bloody pool, the moment the long sword flies out, even the space is dyed red, and there are two small characters engraved on the hilt of the sword - Shen Di.

This is the sword of the Absolute Sword Peak, the Sword of the Gods.

"Swords don't need to be buried, swords need to be raised. The burial sword was on the pilgrimage in his eyes, and his raised right hand pressed down.

In an instant, the god flew up and down, and the red rays on it flowed to the extreme, drawing countless waves of sword qi out of thin air, sweeping away in all directions.

At this moment, these dozens of people only felt cold all over, and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers, and their eyes were full of horror. Directly attacked by this sword qi wave, in an instant, all the heads flew and rolled down in the yellow sand.

With just one blow, he killed dozens of strong people, which is the horror of Yifeng Daozi.

It was also at this time that the clouds and mist rolled in mid-air, faintly revealing a scarlet color, and a sharp sound of breaking the sky came from the sky.

The pupils of the burial sword shrank slightly, and the eyes were full of fear. With a volley in his hand, the Divine Sword roared softly and flew into his hand. He wiped the blood from the god with his index finger, and with a movement of his body, he flew towards the curtain of light. I secretly said in my heart, the elixir that prolongs life, I must get it, whoever stops me will kill whom, even if it is the sky in front of me, I will also use its sword.

Suddenly, a sudden change arose, and the clouds and mist on the horizon exploded. This touch of blood was instantly rich to the extreme, extremely fast, and instantaneous, like a meteor breaking through the sky, directly smoothing the distance between the two.

Falling in front of the burial sword, he was dressed in blood, with a blood dragon pattern printed on his shirt, dancing in the wind, his expression was indifferent and abnormal, without the slightest emotion. This person is Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, the peak cultivation of the spirit, after devouring the bloodline of Xiaoman, the bloodline has reached the level of atavism. The self-proclaimed son of the sky is the most promising person in the Ji family.

The burial sword adjusted the qi, clenched the spirit in his hand, and said coldly: "I still have a task on me, and I don't want to fight you." "Clearly, he suffered at the hands of this man.

"This can't help you, kill so many people in my Ji family, if I don't kill you, I will be uneven, if my heart is uneven, it will be difficult to agree, and if I am unhappy, I will ask for an indefinite period. Ji Haoran's eyes were indifferent.

The five fingers of the burial sword clenched the gods, gathered their breath and breathed out, and their bodies merged into the gods, and the speed was so fast that even Daozi couldn't catch up, and the distance was opened in an instant.

He was not afraid of Ji Haoran, but he was bent on entering the barren desert and obtaining spiritual objects that would continue his life. In terms of combat power alone, the power of sword cultivation and attack is unparalleled in the world, even if this person has the power of bloodline, he is not afraid. is also a character at the level of Daozi, and it is very difficult to kill each other. Moreover, there was also a sword engraved by the Sword Master of the Absolute Sword Peak with essence blood on his arm, and once it was used, even the Venerable had to avoid the edge for a while.

Ji Haoran snorted coldly and chased after him.

He has an indifferent temperament, killing the burial sword, and avenging the dead monks of the Ji family is just one of the small reasons. What's more, he wanted to preach the Tao with the blood of the Daozi, break the spirit and become a respect, and cross the dragon gate, so he chased after him all the way.

The two rainbows turned into a streamer and disappeared in an instant.

At this time, under the light curtain, two purple rays of light suddenly appeared in Ou Yangming's spiritual world, although the light emitted was not as hot as Venerable, but it was more energetic, and its fluctuations made his eyelids jump, and his heart was cold, and he secretly said, two Daozi-level characters.

In vain, his eyes shrank inward, and he muttered, "It's him, Absolute Sword Peak Daozi, Burial Sword?"

But the other, the breath on his body made him annoyed, and after perceiving it carefully, his eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "People from the Ji family?" He felt the breath of the power of the Xiaoman's bloodline on his body, and knew in his heart that this person was the person of the Ji family who swallowed the power of the Xiaoman's bloodline.

Before this thought fell, two long rainbows came across.

Ou Yangming's eyes burned with raging flames, and the qi engine was constantly agitated, mellow as one.

A volley in the air, like a white lightning bolt tearing apart the space, when it fell, it was already in front of Ji Haoran, and said in a deep voice: "People of the Ji family, you should be killed!"

"Get out of the way?" Ji Haoran's face was extremely indifferent, a high-level spiritual cultivator, he didn't know how many he had killed.

Ou Yangming's face was flat, and he said proudly: "The atavistic blood in your body, I want it." At this moment, he seemed to be insolvably arrogant, and after cultivating the Wisdom Technique, he cultivated his domineering spirit with the king's spirit, and he became more and more decisive in doing things.

Even if he knew that this person was the Daozi of the Ji family, what could he do?

Even if he is extremely powerful, what can he do?

For the sake of Xiaoman, for his own persistence, he had to fight. The husband stands up to the sky, does something, and does nothing. At this moment, Ou Yangming only wanted to fight, and he only wanted to retrieve the blood of his ancestors for Xiaoman. This scene, just like he forcibly killed Dong Ruyu in front of Dong Chenyu, he didn't want to retreat, and he must not retreat.

When the sound echoed in all directions, there was silence outside the light curtain, and only the sound of whimpering wind remained.

Many high-level spirit beings opened their mouths in disbelief, and their faces were full of surprise.

Ji Haoran's reputation in Daxu is like the sky, no one can beat his edge, and there is a faint meaning that he can suppress a generation.

But now, a high-ranking spirit master actually waved his hand and said indifferently that it was a fantasy to take the blood of the ancestors in his body.

After the silence, there is an uproar!

"This ...... Is this kid crazy? Even if he is the peak of the spirit, there are not many people who can block Ji Haoran's ten moves. A peak spirit master stammered a little when he spoke, and his face was full of shock. He had once seen a peak spirit being, because of his disrespectful words, he was slapped into powder by Ji Haoran's palm, and blood was sprinkled in the stone wall, this picture once became a nightmare in his heart.

"Yes, if you don't make three moves, he will definitely die. A young man in white groaned and nodded in response.

Jiang Yingrong and He Jian glanced at each other in unison, and they saw their dignified colors.

And among these hundreds of people, the most shocked in his heart was the burial sword, he couldn't believe that on the sword peak, Ou Yangming, who was not in his eyes, dared to block in front of Ji Haoran, and bluntly said that he wanted to take the blood of his ancestors. This is a person who is comparable to himself, a Daozi level, how dare he? The world in his mind, because of Ou Yangming's move, set off waves that are hundreds of feet high.

The faces of the other monks outside the light curtain were extremely complicated.

There are ridicule, disdain, sneer, anger, regret, and all kinds of expressions are fused into a furnace, as if they have enough flavors of the world and the vicissitudes of the world. In response to the sentence, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there will be disputes in the rivers and lakes, greed, hatred, hatred, love and separation, all kinds of things, the big net intertwined by the laws of heaven, how many people can escape and hide?

These expressions fell in Ou Yangming's eyes, but his face did not change at all, and his eyes were deep, like a sea of stars.

Hearing this, even Ji Haoran was stunned for a moment, his face showed playfulness, and he said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting!" Ji has encountered countless enemies and can fight with many people, but it is the first time I have encountered an arrogant person like you. You are fortunate that your name will be in my ears, and after your death, your name will be engraved on the stone tablet of my preaching, so that you will be honored. This voice was plain and flat, as if he wanted to use Ouyang Ming to preach, then he must be able to preach.

And the so-called sermon monument is also the person he killed along the way, and only with his approval can he be qualified to engrave his name on the sermon tablet.

It can be said that the cultivators who can engrave their names on them all have two things in common, one is that they are all first-class characters in Tianjiao, and the other is the souls of Ji Haoran's subordinates.

Ou Yangming shook his head and said coldly, "I want to take your atavistic blood." As soon as the words fell, his wrist flipped and he already held the Blood Spear Dragon Tu in his hand.