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A month is not long for ordinary people, but for monks, it is a blink of an eye. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For half a month, there have been bloody battles in the secret territory, and there are almost all people in several famous places.

Some of the weaker monks offered their resources to seek the protection of the strong monks.

Some people cling to their resources, even if they are chased and killed for thousands of miles, they will never give up the resources in their hands, because giving up on them is equivalent to ruining their future cultivation future.

The true meaning of the four words of life and death is unprovoked and blood-colored trial is in this word "blood".

There are still three days left, and after three days is the deadline for the bloody trial, and the surviving monks are still fighting openly and secretly, or dormant waiting for an opportunity, or finding a safe place to wait for the trial to end.

In order to prevent Huo Yinglong from returning to his lair in advance and being caught by the other party, Qin Ming decided to leave the volcano.

Now his body injury has not healed, and he can only be cultivated in the fragment of the divine crystal, with a huge soul element.

As for the Divine Crystal Fragments, they are placed in the Sea of Consciousness of the Demon Cultivator Clone, so as to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

At the same time, he acts as a demon cultivator, and even if he robs other people's resources, no one will know his true identity.

In the black light, Demon Cultivator Qin Ming galloped in a certain direction, his expression was indifferent, and he looked like he was not close to anyone.

"Since the identity of the demon cultivator is a disguise, then it should be a well-known name, but what is the good name?"

At this moment, Qin Ming was a little worried.

To be honest, he is really not good at this kind of thing, and even made jokes when he was in Caoyun Village.

A year ago, a girl was born at Second Uncle Wang's house next door, Second Uncle Wang asked Qin Ming to help him choose a nice name, who knew that he directly gave someone a "colored soil", Second Uncle Wang's face at that time

As soon as he thought of this, Demon Cultivator Qin Ming's indifferent face couldn't help but smile.

"There it is!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that when he was in Caoyun Village, Uncle Wu had shown him a book of "Records of Gods, Demons and Monsters", and there was a sentence at the beginning of this book.

"The devil is a thousand ghosts, and the ghosts are impermanent"

Qin Ming muttered a few times, the light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to himself: "Li Qianyou, my demon cultivation body is called Li Qianyou." ”

However, since this name is the embodiment of the devil, it must also be worthy of this name, and it cannot be the same as the deity, and the crazier the better. ”

"Crazy into the devil, only crazy and rebellious, from now on I am a mad demon and a thousand ghosts, haha~~"

In an instant, as if thinking of accessibility, Qin Ming laughed wildly, and his originally gloomy and cold demon body exuded an unruly aura.

Li Qianyou burst out of cultivation, forming a cloud of demons, speeding in mid-air, his cold bloody eyes revealed bloodthirsty madness, with an unstoppable momentum, speeding towards the distant sky.

A few hours later.

Somewhere in the secret territory, a middle-aged monk in a literary shirt fled quickly with a gray wooden stick in his hand.

A few hundred miles behind him, there were two rays of light chasing after him at great speed, a man and a woman, dressed in the costumes of the Heavenly Sword Sect, from time to time attacking the monk in the back.

The sword light was like rain, dense, and it attacked the monk with overwhelming momentum.

The monk tried his best to resist, but was still hit by a few sword lights and fell downward.

"Zhang Shitian, hand over the dementor wood, my senior brother and sister will give you a good time!" the woman in blue sneered.

The two of them immediately fell to the ground, one after the other, each holding a spirit sword in their hands, and slowly approached the monk in the shirt.

"Hmph, with you two mid-stage monks, you dare to be my enemy, I'm poof!"

As he spoke, the monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his breath was disordered, as if he was out of his control.

"How, the taste of the spiritual incense is not pleasant, there are no three days, and your spiritual power will not be able to recover. The man in blue laughed.

Previously, the monk found a dementor wood, but there was a poisonous python in the late stage of the first order guarding it, and after several battles, he finally killed the poisonous python and obtained the dementor wood, but he was attacked by the two mid-stage monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The two of them secretly lit the spiritual incense, causing his spiritual power to be disordered all over his body, and began to weaken, and he couldn't recover at all in three days.

This is also the reason why he, as a late-stage monk, was chased and killed by two mid-stage monks and fled in all directions.

"Hand over the Dementor Wood, we"

"Soul Wood? Li just lacks a soul-gathering thing. ”

A burst of wild laughter rang out, and the monk in the shirt felt a light in his hand, and the dementor wood flew into the air.

Swish!

A black light flashed, and an indifferent monk in a black robe appeared in the field of vision of the three of them, with an evil smile on his lips, and he was playing with the dementor wood in his hand.

"Who dares to rob our brothers and sisters!" shouted the woman in blue.

"I, Li Qianyou!"

Li Qianyou raised his head suddenly, the blood in his eyes flashed, the demonic energy all over his body was surging, and a powerful momentum spread out, making the hearts of the three of them jump, and a layer of cold sweat covered his body in an instant.

"Since Daoist friends fancy this wood, then send it to Dao Friend. ”

"Senior brother, are we like this?"

As soon as the woman in blue opened her mouth dissatisfied, she was glared back by the man in blue on the side and motioned for her not to speak.

"Send it, what Li has a fancy for, just because you dare to say the word 'send'?" Li Qianyou's bloody eyes looked coldly at the man in blue, and his words revealed Sen Ran's domineering.

Not good!

The man in blue was shocked, and he didn't bother to care about the woman in blue, so he turned around and fled as a ray of light.

"Want to go?"

Li Qian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a wave of his hand, the demonic qi surged, and a demonic sword condensed, and the evil aura was pressing, stabbing straight at the blue-clothed monk who fled.

After a few breaths, a cloud of demonic qi rolled around a bloody head and fell at Li Qianyou's feet.

Li Qianyou glanced at his head with a sneer, and the frightened expression of the man in blue before he died froze for a moment, which showed how frightened and desperate he was before he died.

"Senior brother, you, what kind of person are you, dare to kill my Heavenly Sword"

Burst!

Before the word 'zong' was spoken, I saw a flash of black light, and there was an extra hole in the heart of the woman in blue, and the front and back were ventilated, and the legs of the monk in the shirt on the side were weak.

Li Qianyou played with the soul wood in his hand, didn't even look at the woman in blue, and said lightly: "Whoever threatens me, die!"

With a thud, the woman in blue fell to the ground and died.

It's just that the expression on her face is very wooden, and she obviously can't believe that she is dead like this.

Then, Li Qianyou threw out the soul dementor wood in his hand, pinched the trick with both hands, and silently recited some kind of incantation in his mouth.

Call~

A wisp of demonic qi turned into a yin wind, blew through his head, and swept past the body of the woman in blue, and saw two almost transparent souls, trapped by the yin wind, and submerged into the soul tree.

Li Qianyou waved his hand, and the dementor wood turned into a spiritual light and flew into his cuffs.

He glanced at the monk in the robe, sneered, and then turned into a black light, rising into the sky, and flying into the distance.

The monk stood in a daze, sweating profusely, but he didn't wipe it at all, and he was almost suffocated from breathing.

What just happened was like a nightmare, so unreal.

After a long time, the monk in the shirt weakened, and sat on the ground weakly, with great fear in his eyes, panting heavily, and even his body convulsed involuntarily.

The breeze was blowing, and vaguely he seemed to hear some kind of arrogant voice.

"Remember, my name is Li Qianyou"

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