The impact of the overwhelming ice and snow flowers had not yet faded, and someone had already stood up and said coldly: "It turns out that arrogance is the tradition of the ice field! Talking to oneself! What do they all think of themselves? Heavenly King Lao Tzu? God who must be offered? Hmph!"

The headless monks ignored him, and together they knelt down and saluted silently to the ice and snow flowers that were still flying.

Silence is the belief of the headless monks, and it is also the highest dogma.

But silence can also drive people crazy.

At least, the guests in the Hall of Sunrise and Dusk couldn't stand it.

The blood of the dead has not yet been wiped off, and the mouths of the wounded are still groaning, and the culprits worship the evil gods as if no one else is around.

"You monsters who don't even dare to show people's faces!" shouted the provocative man again.

His seat was second only to Luo Wanchuan, and he was a high-ranking disciple of the Ten Thousand Origin Sect.

This time, however, the aftermath of his voice was gone, and there was no second voice in the Twilight Hall to echo it, and a terrifying silence flickered in the air.

The number of ice and snow flowers is still increasing.

These blood-red petals flew from nowhere, as if they were going to freeze the whole palace, and they struck and fell to the ground half an inch thick, a color warmer than the flames but colder than death.

In the calm of the ghost, the people of the Ten Thousand Beginnings Sect who spoke disrespectfully sat down.

Because of the infection of the atmosphere, his heart kept beating up and down, and as soon as his buttocks touched the futon, he fell down ungracefully, his teeth chattered, and the back of his hand was covered with a layer of frost.

All of them waited, in a quiet enough to drive people crazy.

After a while, the headless monks finally ended their ghost ritual, and under the leadership of the old monk, the group slowly got up, and then repeated faintly: "Disobedience is death." ”

"Disobedience, death, sure enough, the result I expected!" Ouyang Zhenming said with great momentum, tens of millions of golden snakes had been condensed on the Thunder Sword, and they could be released at any time!

"The Lord gave you one last chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now that the judgment has been handed down, not only will the people of Cloud Weaving City die, but all the people sitting here, along with the sect you represent, will also be eradicated! Even if your sect leader puts the sect on a plate and sends it to the ice field, and kneels at the feet of the Lord to weep, the Lord will not forgive your sins. The old monk said arrogantly, making people feel disgusting to hear.

"What nonsense, hit!"

The monk with a fiery temper couldn't help but scold.

Click!

At the sound of machinery, the old monk turned his head, and the darkness under the hood "looked" at the monk who was talking loudly, and the monk's courage suddenly disappeared without a trace like a balloon poked through a hole.

Fortunately, although he was frightened, he refused to show weakness and shouted: "...... We...... Disciples of famous sects...... Be...... I will never bow down to the demons!"

"Then you're going to—die!"

When the last word was spit out, a cloud of golden light burst out in the air, and that golden light contained a huge amount of mana, which turned into a sea of blood and shrouded the monk who was making a big statement!

"It's ...... Hell Transformation Forbidden!"

Seeing this, the general took the case, and the cyan robe flew out casually, turning into a large auspicious cloud to cover the monk who was about to be swallowed by the blood mist, and then he sacrificed the lonely sand!

In an instant, the grand mana from the ancient times was pressed, and the old monk's Hell Transformation Forbidden was neutralized!

"Thank you for your life!"

The monk who had escaped death did not dare to hold it up any longer this time, and half collapsed on the ground and bowed to the general in thanks.

The general did not bow his head to accept the thanks, not because he was arrogant, but because this old monk was actually cultivating in the god transformation period, even if he fought against the lonely sand, he still felt quite difficult!

"I didn't expect that the great power and virtue were highly respected, and he actually became a headless monk. While driving the lonely sand, he reprimanded sharply.

The old monk didn't answer directly, but just sighed: "It's a pity that you have cultivated like this in less than 150 years, junior, you have brilliant roots, but today you are going to die at my hands." ”

The cat cried and admired the old monk as he launched a larger amount of mana, so much so that he couldn't breathe!

The green shirt was soaked and sweaty.

Seeing that the master was struggling, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sects around Jiang Lu were all on guard and protecting the Dharma for him!

What the hell!

The lonely sand and the Hell Transformation Forbidden collided head-on, creating a wave of mana, engulfing most of the Dawn and Dusk Palace.

Different from the tension of the bow that pulls the spirit down to the limit, the old monk can still distract himself from talking to Ouyang Anming while fighting with the general.

"When I clean up this junior, it's too late to kneel again!"

Ouyang Zhenming smiled: "You ask me again and again if I have made a good decision, it will only make me suspect that you are bluffing!"

"Do you want two to one?"

Under the cloak, there was a sneer of unknown meaning.

Ouyang Zhenming smiled and said: "Why, Da Neng, didn't you think about the possibility of two against one at all when you amplified your words? Of course, a fair competition is one-on-one, but this time the matter is that you Ice Plains are unreasonable and shameless, so naturally we don't have to abide by the rules!"

After that, the thunder sword shook lightly, and a huge blue light two feet wide and three zhang long broke out of the air and slashed towards the old monk!

That blue arc of light seemed ordinary, but it actually contained a rich mana that was enough to tear the entire Morning and Dusk Hall apart, and Ouyang Anming's blow contained the determination to kill the headless old monk in public.

"Ouyang City Lord has some ability, but unfortunately, just like you just said, I never thought of fighting alone with you!"

Saying this, the old monk continued to urge the mana to fight against the lonely sand, and behind him, two headless monks, one tall and one short, turned out, the tall one stood on tiptoe, the short one squatted down, the two worked together, and in the blink of an eye, they used twenty fingers to hook a net full of tiny lightning!

Bang!

The blue arc of light collided with the light net, and in an instant, it was filtered and disintegrated into countless small swords!

The thin sword went out of control, and it flew wildly, piercing the floors of tables and chairs within a radius of three feet with tiny cracks.

Break the whole into zero!

Another ancient means!

Ouyang Zhenming's face was a little ugly.

Although he can immediately unleash a sharper attack than Fang Cai's blow, the opponent's methods are also endless.

However, he was drumming in his heart, but he couldn't lose in his mouth, Ouyang Zhenming smiled and said, "It's also a bit capable, no wonder you dare to say big things!"

"The respect of the strong is the truth that this world has had since its existence. If you don't have enough ability, we won't come from the ice field, so please obey. ”

As the old monk said this, the mana in his hand suddenly increased tenfold, and he was caught off guard, and suddenly he couldn't suppress it, and the power of mountains and rivers pressed over, and the whole person flew out and hit the wall hard.

“...... Shame on you—"

Before he could say his anger, another dark black mana rushed like lightning, tens of thousands of ice and snow flowers were wrapped in the hot power of the flames, not to mention that the general was already injured, even if he was intact, he could not easily defuse this attack.

"Soldiers don't get tired of cheating, it's you who are too tender. The old monk turned his head and no longer looked at the defeated general.

"Master!"

Seeing the general vomiting blood, Li Yunuan screamed.

After a long absence, she also saw that Jiang Lu had been in a hurry to improve his cultivation in the past 30 years, but he had planted the root of an unstable foundation.

But there are few people in the cultivation realm who are the opponents of the generals, not to mention that although the injury is severe, it only takes more than ten years of meditation and recuperation to heal naturally. But he didn't expect the wind and clouds to come so suddenly, and the old monk of the ice field was so vicious, he actually saw through the key point of the general at a glance, and deliberately forced him to face the enemy with lonely sand, worsen the wound, and then ...... At the same time, hit his weak point with the power of fire and ice.

"The Peerless City Lord's heart hurts?" the old monk said faintly, pointing at Li Yunuan like the bark of a dead tree.

Li Yunuan snorted coldly: "The ancestor has the grace of teaching me a profession, and he is injured, of course I feel distressed!"

"Then do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?" the old monk asked.

"I can't eat your flesh and skin you!" Li Yunuan said unabashedly, "But you are so old, even if you really cut off the meat for me to eat, I am afraid that my teeth will suffer!"

"Okay! Good ambition! worthy of being the heir of the Demon Venerable, the nemesis of the Ice Plain's destiny!" the old monk smiled awkwardly, because of these words, the darkness in the cloak was also like a demonic nature, attracting people's attention.

The atmosphere in the Morning and Dusk Hall suddenly changed.

Although the cultivation realm still doesn't know who the ice field and the Lord are, and they don't know what kind of organization the headless monk is, they all know the Demon Venerable, and they all know that terrifying powerhouse who didn't have the slightest talent for cultivating the truth but set off a wave of blood in heaven and earth ten thousand years ago!

And his last words: On the day of the return of the deity, he must slaughter all the rebels and suppress all the ways!

Countless geniuses and miracles have been born in 10,000 years, but no one can overshadow the Demon Venerable. He is the most special, the most wonderful existence in the cultivation realm.

At the moment of the great enemy, no one dared to question Li Yunuan publicly, but the look in her eyes was a little different.

Li Yunuan bit her lip, even if she could defeat the headless monk today, she would face endless questioning and criticism.

Just as she decided to take a desperate gamble, a weak but resolute figure stepped forward.

"Yu Nuan did have the inheritance of the Demon Venerable, but the scroll was given to her by Madame Relic, and I was present at the time. ”

Jiang Lu was extremely injured, and every word could cause breathlessness, but he gritted his teeth to defend Li Yunuan.

"In the cultivation realm, there are often famous and upright disciples who fall into the demonic path and do things that are despicable! The same is true of the matter of the Demon Venerable, she ...... Although it is an evil way, the exercises are orthodox in Taoism...... Both Mrs. Sherry and I can vouch for this. ”

“...... Shizu ......" Li Yunuan looked at the general with gratitude, in order to protect himself, he actually supported his body and lied.

Jiang Luo glanced at her and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Yu Nuan." On that day, Mrs. Relic saw that you were determined and capable of what others could not, so I passed on the exercises of the Demon Venerable to you, I was afraid that you would be too careful, so I didn't explain it to you in advance......"

"Don't talk about it, Master, you still have injuries on your body!" Li Yunuan said distressedly, after leaving the sect for thirty years, the ancestor still protects her like this!

The general refused to sit down, he raised his head and shouted: "The headless monk has ill intentions and malicious provocations, everyone must not fall for the trick and misunderstand the Wushuang City Lord!"

"We believe in Wan Shi Zong!

The sects close to the Ten Thousand Origin Sect shouted closely, and in the midst of the sound, everyone's expressions gradually changed.

Seeing this, the general finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down cross-legged with the support of the doorman.