The endless sun divine fire fell from the sky, and instantly turned the small world of Qinghe Villa into a sea of fire.

Lin Wanrou looked at the sky with horror in her eyes, and a handsome man in a golden robe stood quietly in the air, staring at her.

"Blood kills, blood Shura! Dare to plot against my disciple and make a move of giving up, you are not small. After Yanglong Zhenjun finished speaking with a calm face, the jade-like hand in the sleeve robe reached out and pointed at Lin Wanrou.

A dragon groan sounded, and the golden light flowed on the fingers of the Yang Dragon True Monarch, and a golden light burst out, hitting Lin Wanrou's head in the blink of an eye.

And Lin Wanrou could only watch the golden light shoot at her, but she was powerless to make any moves.

A blood-colored and turbid soul was stripped out of Lin Wanrou's body, and that soul was also a woman, looking evil and demonic.

"Yanglong Zhenjun, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid I'll be disappointed again. Blood Shura looked at the Yang Dragon True Monarch in the sky, although there was some panic in his eyes, after his soul was stripped out, he was unexpectedly calm.

"Evil Demon Outer Dao, do you think that if there are countless souls, this monarch will not be able to kill you?"

Yanglong Zhenjun flipped his right hand, and a large bow exuding surging fire appeared in his hand, and at the same time, behind Yanglong Zhenjun, a round of Dari Langlang rose, and a three-legged divine bird flapped its wings leisurely in it.

The moment Blood Shura saw the appearance of that bow, the hairs all over his body suddenly rose, and a feeling of extreme danger crept into his heart.

"Golden Black Bow!" Sun Xiaohou, who was beside Li Xuan, lost his voice after seeing the bow.

Yang Long Zhenjun firmly locked the soul of Blood Shura, raised the bow in his left hand, and shot into the void with his right hand, and the moonlight was born in the daytime, condensing in the hands of Yang Dragon Zhenjun, forming a strange arrow.

"Chasing the Moon. Sun Xiaohou shouted with wide eyes.

"Golden Crow Chasing the Moon, isn't that the natal weapon of the first general under the Demon Emperor in the past?" Liu Shaowen said in surprise.

"! That's the natal artifact of the Demon Emperor's son. Sun Xiaohou roared suddenly.

The string was full of bows, and an arrow of the moonlight suddenly shot out of the hand of the Yang Dragon True Monarch.

Li Xuan and the others could clearly feel that the moment the Chasing Moon Arrow shot out from the bow, an incomparably rich star power and moonlight power suddenly appeared in the surroundings, shooting out with the arrow.

A huge, legendary three-legged golden crow divine bird phantom suddenly rushed out of the great sun behind the Yang Dragon True Monarch and flew towards the arrow.

This time, the Blood Shura could no longer maintain her composure, and the Blood Shura's red lips opened slightly, and a blood-colored bead spat out of her mouth.

Blood-colored Xuan Lines were densely covered on it, and extremely condensed blood-colored Xuan Power shone on the beads.

"Cheap for you. Blood Shura's face showed a trace of distress, and he grabbed Qin Shou next to him and stuffed the beads into Qin Shou's mouth.

After doing this, the Blood Shura slapped his palm on Qin Shou's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and endless blood-colored brilliance suddenly erupted from Qin Shou's head.

Qin Shou died the moment he was hit on the head by the Blood Shura, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his head was still confused in his eyes.

Immediately after, a blood-colored portal engraved with strange runes appeared above Qin Shou.

The blood-colored gate seemed to be made of pure blood, and countless blood poured over it, extremely viscous and disgusting, and drops of blood dripped from the portal, and when they fell to the ground, they let out a terrible howl.

The moment the blood-colored giant door appeared, a crack opened slightly.

"Yanglong Xuanjun, I have a fate, but it's a pity that my big medicine. At this time, the Blood Shura did not forget Li Xuan, and glanced at the crack where Li Xuan was with a very pity in his eyes, and then resolutely jumped into the crack of the blood-colored giant gate.

When the blood-colored giant gate appeared, Li Xuan and the others' hearts suddenly jumped, indicating an extremely dangerous sense of crisis.

"Let's go!" Li Xuan snorted, picked up the little girl and ran into the distance, at this time Li Xuan and the others were already in the spiritual wheat field when they entered Qinghe Villa.

The actions of Yang Dragon Xuanjun and Blood Shura only happened in just two breaths.

The Moon Chasing Arrow carried the Endless Moon Hua Star Power, and a mysterious golden crow followed closely behind him, followed by the Blood Shura and shot into the blood-colored giant gate.

At this time, a melodious sigh suddenly resounded in the hearts of everyone present, including the Yang Dragon True Monarch who had already enlightened Xuanjun in the sky.

Yang Long Zhenjun's complexion changed suddenly, and a strong rancid aura gushed out from the blood-colored giant gate, followed by the moon-chasing arrow.

The arrow was like a glimmer of light, and in an instant, a ray of pure golden blood overflowed from the corner of Yang Long Zhenjun's mouth, and a fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest.

Yanglong Zhenjun's face suddenly turned pale, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to flick the void, picking up the unconscious Lin Wanrou, and was about to flee away.

With a soft creak, the crack in the blood-colored giant door opened again, and a terrifying huge finger poked out from the crack in the door, and Chaoyang Long Zhenjun pointed at it from afar.

A blood-colored halo suddenly appeared on Yanglong Zhenjun's forehead, and a golden light flashed in Yanglong Zhenjun's eyes, and a golden dragon burst out from the top of his head, entangled with the blood-colored halo.

Yanglong Zhenjun's complexion became even paler, the long black hair that was tied up turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face, which was still very young just now, instantly crawled with folds, and the whole person looked dozens of years old.

"Blood Kill Gate, come to the future!You must visit!" Yang Long Zhenjun's voice was extremely low, and the little golden dragon on his head suddenly let out a dragon groan, highlighting a golden substance, and extinguishing the mist-like blood.

After Yang Long Zhenjun finished saying this, the blood-colored portal also began to slowly disappear.

"Oh, if the Yang Dragon True Monarch visits the Blood Killing Gate, the poor road will sweep the couch to greet him, but you still have to think about how to keep your disciple now. There was a chuckle from the blood-colored portal, as if mocking Yang Long.

As soon as the voice in the blood-colored portal fell, a strange voice sounded in the ears of Yanglong Zhenjun, and when he heard the sound, he saw Lin Wanrou who was captured by him on the side, and his face was covered with black marks.

At this time, the blood-colored portal had completely disappeared, but the piercing laughter still seemed to ring in the ears of Yang Long Zhenjun.

Yanglong Zhenjun looked at Lin Wanrou with an ugly face, and the black marks on Lin Wanrou's body were the Nine Killings Curse Technique in the legend of the Blood Killing Gate.

Those who are under the spell, the qualifications of the whole body will drop directly, and the cultivation will gradually fall, and those with Xuan bones will be even worse, and the Xuan bones will be turned into nine killing nourishment, and the day they are eroded by the nine killings is completed, it is the time to become a humanoid puppet of the Blood Killing Gate.

"Blood kills the door! Lao Tzu wants to kill you all over the door. Yanglong Zhenjun roared angrily, although this person who was a master of the Xuan Dynasty had not been accepted as a disciple for a short time, he was very pleased, just like a child born thousands of years ago when he was still a mortal.

At this moment, Li Xuan, who was running away, attracted the attention of Yanglong Zhenjun.

Yanglong Zhenjun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand was claw-shaped, grabbing Li Xuan from afar.

A terrifying aura appeared behind Li Xuan, and Li Xuan's hair rose again.

"It's a pen!" Li Xuan couldn't hold back any longer, and scolded angrily, how could he do everything.