"Haha, now you pray to the gods to bless you with a speedy death, or I will let people live to try hell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The old man Qiming looked at Wang Chan and smiled fiercely.

"That's a shame, I've never prayed to God. The corners of Wang Chan's mouth raised slightly, looked at the old man Qiming, and then spoke. "I don't believe in God at all, I don't respect Him, I just believe in myself. ”

"I'll see how long you can still be hard-mouthed!" The old man Qiming sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, another thunderbolt broke out of the air, directly piercing the knee of Wang Chan's other leg.

Wang Chan supported his body with his sword, but he never fell.

The rakshasa in his arms had long been soaked in red blood, and under the sunlight, it shone with a faint light.

At this time, a stream of black qi suddenly came out of the Rakshasa Order and entered Wang Chan's body.

Want to have real killing intent in your hands?

A voice suddenly sounded in Wang Chan's mind, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already blood-red!

Wang Chan's body suddenly exuded a monstrous killing intent, and the hideous wounds on his body actually began to slowly close and heal, only to see him look up at the old man Qiming, his red eyes were as red as blood.

Seeing this kind of look, even the old man Qiming couldn't help but feel a palpitation, he didn't know how many years he hadn't felt this way.

"Not only am my mouth hard, my body is hard, and my life is harder!"

Wang Chan looked at the old man Qiming and said coldly: "Even if God can't take it away, it's even more impossible for you." ”

Not only Wang Chan, but even the gentleman's sword in his hand has become demonic, with a layer of black ** light floating on the blade, the edge is restrained, and the silence is terrifying.

"So you'd better die. ”

Wang Chan sneered, and the whole person suddenly turned into a black light and rushed directly towards the old man Qiming.

"I don't care what tricks you play, but in front of the heavens, it's all meaningless, go die!" The old man Qiming waved the blue purple wood sword in his hand, and a thunder arrow immediately headed towards Wang Chan****. After the big battle just now, at this time, the old man Qiming was already a strong outsider, and it was impossible to summon the heavenly thunder. But even so, it was still a matter of minutes for him to kill an innate master.

Lei Mang penetrated Wang Chan's body, blood splashed, but Wang Chan was unaware of it, and continued to rush towards the old man Qiming.

It is difficult to cultivate good, it is easy for the devil, and it is better to cultivate the Tao for a thousand years, than to become a demon overnight!

This is where the Devil's Path comes in.

That Rakshasa Order had unknowingly pushed Wang Chan into an extremely terrifying situation, at least in the state of the old man Qiming at this time, it was impossible for him to be his opponent.

"Give me death! Give me death, give me death!" the old man roared loudly, and thunder continued to shoot out from his ten fingers.

Thunderbolts pierced the air, piercing his body at the same time, and a handful of red blood splashed everywhere, staining the ground red.

But Wang Chan never fell.

"Why don't you die, how can you not die, how can you not die...... Old Man Qiming muttered in a low voice, his face went from madness to despair, and then from despair to deep fear.

Human beings are really contradictory, usually killing cows, pigs, and killing people, their faces will not change, but now that it is their turn, they are so nervous.

Wang Chan looked at the old man Qiming, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he mocked him to the fullest, and raised a sword in his right hand to slash out.

The sword flashed.

A huge head flew up, and red blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wang Chan looked at the corpse of the old man Qiming, smiled, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment it fell to the ground, the little jade cicada shone brightly.

The bronze door in the air reappeared, the light and shadow on the door flashed, the speed became faster and faster, and finally burst into two suspended characters, wind and clouds!

......

Wang Chan, who lost consciousness, was directly sucked into the bronze door by the divine light, and when he reappeared, he was already in an empty stone cave.

"Plop" sounded.

Wang Chan's body fell from mid-air into a black pool full of thick slime, splashing countless ripples, and finally gradually rippling away.

And streams of blood flowed out of the wounds on Wang Chan's body and seeped into the pool water.

The liquid on the black pool immediately boiled, and with Wang Chan as the center, it turned into a huge whirlpool, which healed faster and faster, and evolved into a Tai Chi shape in an instant.

After a long time, the water in the pond finally stopped, and Wang Chan's whole person had sunk to the bottom of the pool.

If you look from above, you can see that the small pools in this cave form a huge magic word.

And the black pool that Wang Chan was waiting for was exactly the point on the devil.

This huge magic word pool is naturally not naturally formed, but is made by someone with a knife and a knife.

If you carefully look at the strokes of this magic word, you will find that every knife mark in it is like a person's vital point, its strength is well grasped, and the part is pinched steadily, all of which are wonderful to the pinnacle, and have reached an incredible realm.

The path of each knife can't help but make people grab.

On the stone walls on both sides are written eight iron and silver hooks: "Abandon God and abandon Buddha, deviant!"

Grunt grunt ~~

Bubbles rose from the bottom of the pool, indicating that Wang Chan did not die.

.......

"Master, what's going on, how could there suddenly be a strange noise from the room of life and death. A young female voice sounded.

“...... Let's take a look. The voice of the speaker was low and terrifying.

The black and white stone door of Tai Chi Bagua suddenly opened, and two people walked in from outside, one after the other.

The first person, with sideburns and frosty beard, long hair three feet, fluttering, black and white, good and evil all written on his face, it was the person with a low voice.

Behind him was a little girl about eleven or two, who was holding an iron slingshot in her hand, and beside her there was a cute little hairy monkey dressed in black, who was indescribably innocent and cute.

The moment the middle-aged man saw the black pool, his face changed drastically, his toes were a little on his tiptoes, and the person disappeared from the door in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the black pool.

His eyes looked at Wang Chan lying at the bottom of the pool through the black pool, and his eyes burst with light.

"Master, what's the matter?" the little girl asked, curious.

"Somebody has entered the magic pool. The middle-aged man said slowly.

"Master, you mean there's someone in the pool? The little girl reached out and covered her mouth, surprised.

"Is he dead?" asked the little girl after a few moments.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said slowly: "Although the water of this magic pond is made of the poison of thousands of strange grasses, it is extremely poisonous. But for the person who has entered the demon, it is a great supplement, this person was obviously seriously injured before, and the true qi fluctuation on his body is almost none, and if he enters this demon pool with other people, I am afraid that he has already died. ”

The little girl couldn't help but turn her head to look at the Tai Chi pattern on Shimen Mountain.

She remembered what her master had said.

If black represents darkness and evil...... So white represents the light and the right path. (To be continued.) )