Countless black aircurrents on Lu Buwei's body overflowed from the depths of every pore, his eyes were full of resentment, and the hatred in them was unforgettable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Molan looked at his distorted face, and already understood that he was completely enchanted, and he had no intention of speaking anymore, and clenched his sword.

The dead leaves and gravel on the ground tumbled upwards and rushed straight to the sky, and the breath on Lü Buwei's body became more and more intense, from the initial realm of the dragon's eye to the realm of the dragon's eye, and finally to the realm of the dragon's eye, and at the same time, the meaning of the surroundings gradually changed, and an indescribable mysterious rhyme spread between heaven and earth, and Lü Buwei's realm climbed to the peak in an instant.

It only takes a few breaths to enter the realm of knowing me.

"Take your head first, and sacrifice the blood to the more than 1,000 disciples who died tragically in my Guanxin Valley. Lu Buwei said coldly.

The indescribable resentment in the tone, the unspeakable hatred, that night thousands of miles back to the Guanxin Valley, what I saw was a miserable and desolate picture, the entire Guanxin Valley turned into ruins, and a complete corpse could not be seen on the ground except for bloodstains, whether it was an elder or a disciple, whether innocent or not, all died tragically, there was no room, so that the Guanxin Valley was a thousand years after all, the inheritance was finally broken, and the little uncle of the Daomen didn't know if he was using the Guanxin Valley to kill chickens and monkeys to warn the emperor Zizhai, but he Lu Buwei ...... Even if he is a fish, he also has the temperament of a fish, and he Lu Buwei is a big man in the cultivation world, but he is just an ant worth mentioning in front of the little uncle of the Daomen, but the ants also have the anger of the ants, and the ants will also take revenge.

The familiar Goolan small building, the familiar lakeside stone pavilion, the familiar disciples, the familiar people, all have become the past in memory, and all in front of them are unbearable tragic pictures, desolate and sad, relatives and friends, disciples of the sect, all of them are only a little sound and smile in the memory bubble, how can they bear it?

That night, Lü Buwei cried blood and wailed, grief-stricken, and suddenly became a demon.

If you can get revenge, what is the point of being a demon?

He is the only one left in Guanxin Valley, if he doesn't come to report, who will report?

Lu Buwei smiled viciously, his smile was terrifying, very scary, like those strange monster masks at the annual meeting of Lin'an City.

The whites of his eyes were covered with red blood, like red ropes, and when he was about to tear his eyes, the blood kept trembling, like red earthworms.

It was not a moonlit night, but there was no skylight in the sky that was darker than the moonlit night, Lu Buwei stood there, standing in the dark forest, looking at Li Molan with wide eyes, his eyes were red, as if at this moment they were not on the island where the Heavenly Tomb burst out, but in the legendary underworld, the legendary Yellow Spring.

Li Molan took a deep breath and was silent, and then the next moment, he turned around and started running.

Although he and Lü Buwei are both injured, it is obvious that their state is worse, and if Lü Buwei is an ordinary dragon's eye back, Li Molan can reluctantly try to fight, the big deal is that he has the confidence to retreat with his whole body, but in the face of Lü Buwei, who knows my realm, he really has no way to mention that thought.

The breath of the Knowing Me Realm and the Rear Realm of the Dragon's Eye is exactly the same, but the difference is that the Knowing Me Realm has mastered the corner of the legendary Heavenly Dao, and has initially touched the threshold of the Dao.

He turned around and fled, and he fled very decisively, several silver-white sword qi tore through the grass, trees, soil and stones in the forest, tearing everything that stood in his way, and then he turned into a dust dragon and walked away.

Watching Li Molan flee towards the other end of the island, Lu Buwei stood still and did not move.

He laughed fiercely, like a hunter who was constantly playing with his prey, and the surging killing intent in his chest blended into the demonic energy around him, and he looked like a black mist.

Demonic aura, one black and one white, but the real difference is nothing more than emotional differences.

Spiritual energy can calm the mind, while demonic energy can confuse people's minds, other than that, there is no obvious difference between the two, and for Lu Buwei, it is even more ineffective.

The strong person who knows my realm will not be affected by the demonic qi for a long time, unless he is born with a demon, otherwise the Dao heart will not be shaken by any external objects.

And the self-generated demons are often chosen by the cultivators themselves.

Lu Buwei knew that he had a demonic obstacle in his heart, but this was his choice, where would he care, he couldn't kill the Daomen junior uncle, but he could kill Li Molan, he could kill Yu Huaji, for this reason, falling into the demon path, or even not entering reincarnation in the next life, it didn't matter to him.

He smiled solemnly, as if he were a real demon king of the mixed world.

The vegetation in the forest began to wither at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Cracks appeared on the earth, as if to repeat the picture of the collapse of the Tianshan Mountains.

A radius of 100 meters, a radius of 100 meters, and then a radius of nearly 10,000 meters.

A strong person who knows my realm can grasp the power of the Heavenly Dao within a radius of 10,000 meters and borrow it for his own use, in other words, within 10,000 meters, he can make any moves at will.

The diameter of the entire island is only tens of thousands of meters, where can Li Molan escape?

However, after a thousand meters away, Li Molan realized that something was wrong.

It was a grassy slope with many deep pits in the turf, apparently smashed by the earth and rocks when it burst out, with a hill in front and the woods in the background.

Looking back, there was no longer a shadow of Lu Buwei, but he was still cautiously paying attention to the scenery behind him, always on guard against his sudden killing.

Suddenly, in the sky, a faint black fog dragon appeared in the black night.

It was like a night, covering the night above Li Molan's head.

Several terrible sword sounds sounded in the air, and the dragon elephant sword blade slashed upward, breaking the fog dragon with a sword!

The huge black mist dragon with a length of 100 meters was directly cut off, this picture was very impactful, but Li Molan's expression was still serious and calm after slaying the dragon with a sword, and even a little more jealous.

He hadn't fought against a being in the Knowing Self Realm, but he knew he had no chance of winning, even though the pressure and wind disappeared after the Black Mist Dragon was slashed, and the rolled blades of grass fell again.

But his heart grew heavier and heavier.

The next second, he raised his head, his pupils shrinking.

Under the black canopy, there were no stars or moonlight, only faintly visible clouds and one black mist dragon after another.

One, two, three.

Ten, eleven, twelve.

The mountain wind whined in my ears, and the distant forest behind me heard a roar in the dark night that was louder than thunder, and it sounded very rhythmic, like the sound of footsteps.

Twelve dragons in the sky.

Each one was more than 100 meters long, and these fog dragons were quietly suspended above Li Molan's head, nor did they hover, nor did they dance wildly, but they exuded the most primitive terror and oppressive power.

Raising his head, he couldn't see anything else except the black fog dragons, as if all of them were huge black fog dragons in his vision, as if he would die in the next second.

This feeling is very bad, so Li Molan's face is ugly.

He clenched his sword and raised his eyebrows, and then his eyebrows were clenched together, twisted into Sichuan characters, facing the black fog dragon in the sky, with anger in his eyes. (To be continued.) )