"You said that you people, when you see me, you will fight and kill, and you are all enemies except Yunmeng, now it's okay, let's all die."

Su Li had the Impermanence Sword, the Staff of Huangquan and the Doomsday Battle Axe in his hands, and the two hall masters of the Xuantian Pavilion and the head of the Yunmeng Iron Floating Slaughter, one of the Black Wolf Kings of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, were all killed by him.

The two major artifacts of the Xuantian Pavilion all fell into his hands.

Then, Su Li continued to move forward.

The purpose of his coming to the Wild Land this time was to find the Qiankun Cloth Bag, not to kill the Black Wolf King.

Continuing forward, Su Li felt some pure yang power.

The barren land was originally wet and full of miasma, but dozens of miles away, if you use mana to perceive it, you will find that it is full of pure yang power, and the breath is incompatible with the reckless land.

Obviously, that's where the Qiankun cloth bag is located.

Su took a step forward and immediately saw a monk.

This monk has a red face, big hands and feet, a burly figure, seems to be in his forties and fifties, wears a black gold robe, and his energy seems to be endless.

And next to him, there are several people who are not ghosts, and one of them holds a large pocket in his hand.

This large bag is tightly tied by a rope that seems to be tendons, and it seems that it is not the tendons of animals, but the tendons of people.

The huge power of pure yang faintly escaped from the pocket.

"I didn't expect that I escaped here, and I will be found by you, it seems that there is going to be a life-and-death fight today. I will fight hard to avenge the destruction of the temple! ”

The monk looked at Su Li in the void, with an extremely angry look on his face, and after his chest and lungs expanded, he spat violently.

A powerful air stream turned into a hot white mist, like the steam after water boiled, billowing in.

This mass of white qi was the size of a water tank, and it was violently dispersed, containing countless violent masculine blood.

This sound is even more than the sound of the tiger, and even if the tiger roars wildly in the mountains, roars wildly, and responds in all directions, it is definitely not one-tenth as loud as this sound wave.

The strong sound wave swept through the void at once, which was enough to shake the spirit of a ghost immortal's roar, and it couldn't send out a single Dao technique.

This is the roar of the Martial Saint!

The power of a roar can dispel most of the Dao arts.

But Su Li just looked at this scene lightly and spoke. "Your Martial Saint's roar is of no use to me, and I am not your enemy, the Great Qian Dynasty, and it has nothing to do with me. You can't take revenge on me. Of course, I am going to take the Qiankun cloth bag. And in the past, the Mida Sutra has also been obtained by me. ”

The roar of the Martial Saint was enough to kill a ghost immortal existence at once, but that huge blood qi was just a little bit of pure energy to Su Li.

Su Li's cultivation of the Immortal Life Method was much higher than the Yang God Method, and he was not afraid of the roar of the Martial Saint at all, and even he moved at will, urging the Great Devouring Technique, and the power of the Heaven and Earth Origin Devouring was attracted by him, even if it was ten million Martial Saints, no, a billion Martial Saints, roaring together, it only provided him with a negligible amount of energy.

Of course, if a ghost immortal encounters a billion martial saints, he will basically be yelled at in an instant.

The ghosts and immortals belong to yin, and the roar of the martial saints is yang.

As for Su Li's mana, it was originally a thing of the Sun, and it contained many avenues of heaven and earth, and in his eyes, the attack of the Martial Saint was like a child's trick.

"What."

Under the roar, Su Li didn't have anything to do, and the monk's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, especially when he heard that Su Li had already obtained the Mita Sutra, his face showed a look of surprise.

"You're really not a big guy?"

"You've already attained the Sutra of the Past Buddha?"

"If you are not a great person and have obtained the past Mida Sutra, then I will follow you, and you will be the next abbot of my Great Zen Temple."

"Monk Jingren, meet the abbot!"

The old monk listened to Su Li's words, his heart was shocked, and he no longer attacked, but saluted respectfully.

"Jing Ren, say okay, let's work together, this Qiankun cloth bag, you can't just give it to him!"

As soon as the Jingren monk threw it, the three elders of the Witch Ghost Dao sitting next to him suddenly couldn't sit still, and they were about to make a move.

Su Li made a big move, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, he had already grabbed the Qiankun cloth bag in his hand.

"I'm fighting with you!"

An old man was furious, and countless black qi poured out of his body, turning into a head the size of a small mountain.

The skull looked like a bull's head, but with two horns swirling. What's more, this skull has a huge muzzle and muzzle, and its fangs loom out.

Its two eyes seemed to be open and closed, and at the moment of appearing in the void, a burst of ancient desolation, desolation, and ancient aura emanated from this skull.

As soon as this head appeared, with a slight opening of its mouth, a black qi in the shape of a tongue stretched out, and it instantly swept towards Su Li.

"Yu Wutong, you actually dare to make a move against the new head of my Great Chan Temple, don't you know that within ten steps, the martial saint is invincible?"

The Jingren monk roared again, and he actually broke the old man's spell.

The Demon Venerable who had just condensed was about to stretch out his hand, but suddenly encountered the terrifying blood qi of the Jingren monk, and directly dissipated in the void.

"Jing Ren, in fact, you don't need to make a move, I also want to take a look at the Supreme Demon Venerable of the Witch Ghost Dao Visualization."

Su Li looked at the Jingren monk and listened to him practice the Mida Sutra and voted for him, and shot at his previous teammates, a little speechless, but the Supreme Demon Venerable just now did leave some impression on him.

Any imaginary demon god contains the great truth.

This is exactly what Su Li is pursuing.

The destruction of the Ming King is a great rage, the great destruction of the demon god is a great destruction, and the past Mida Sutra is an eternal and immovable past.

These artistic conceptions, together with scriptures, can make a person perfectly visualize and even condense the demon god, which is also the root of all kinds of Taoism.

Of course, Su Li is different, he likes to master the Great Dao by himself, rather than visualizing the Demon God, and then visualizing the Demon God to obtain the Dao Technique.

However, this Supreme Demon Venerable has just come out, and Su Li is still savoring the artistic conception in it, and the Essence Monk has already made a move and roared to shatter the Supreme Demon Venerable.

It's not that the Supreme Demon King isn't strong, it's mainly that the people who visualize it aren't powerful. That Demon Venerable had only one head, and it was a half-finished product.

All things are honored by nine, and obviously if Dacheng's Supreme Demon Venerable is visualized, it should be nine heads.

The nine-headed Supreme Demon Venerable has all kinds of terrifying powers.

"But since you are willing to follow me, I can also take you in, as for the Great Zen Temple, I'm afraid it's a little difficult, I'm the Supreme Sect of the Feather Sect, how do you let me repeat the Great Zen Temple?"

Su Li made a move from the handle, and the body of the Jingren monk was wrapped by him and left here.

He didn't bother to clean up the people of the Witch Ghost Dao anymore, anyway, even if he didn't clean up, he would be cleaned up by others in the future, such as Champion Hou, or Hong Yi.

"I, a martial saint, will be able to fly one day?"

The Jingren monk who was wrapped in Su Li's mana looked moved, he never thought that one day he would be able to fly.

You must know that it is impossible for a martial saint to fly with his own strength, this is almost common knowledge in the cultivation world.

Now, he's flying.

"Breaking all the impossible is supernatural power, if you want to practice the feather method, I can also teach you."

At this time, Su Li was playing with the Qiankun cloth bag while going in the direction of the lord.

At the same time, his eyes looked into the Qiankun cloth bag, and he could see that the Qiankun cloth bag was a small world.

There was no sun in it, but there was a bright, soft cloud, green and jade-like.

The ground is also a layer of cloud film as smooth as a mirror, like water waves, and when a person steps on it, it is a ripple, but it is extremely solid.

This small world also has barriers, and on the whole, it looks like a big house, with a radius of 100 miles, which is equivalent to a small county of the Great Qian Dynasty.

In this small world, mountains of things have piled up.

One heap is gold, one heap is silver, one heap is jewelry, jadeite, diamond, and so on, many jewels.

In the world, it is extremely valuable, but Su Li is not interested in it at all.

What sparked his interest a little was a bone plate carved with an unknown script.

On the other side of the bone plate, a real full-body statue of a demon god is carved, with two horns on the head, spiral bends, and nine heads on the neck.

It's actually the supreme demon god of the Witch Ghost Dao!

This supreme demon god holds a bone hammer in his hand, and his body is still in human form.

The lines are rendered, vivid and lifelike.

The person glanced at it, as if the demon god was about to come out of the bone plate.

A desolate, vast, ancient, ancient, and rich aura came from this Supreme Demon Venerable.

One glance makes you feel as if you have traveled tens of thousands of years ago.

"Abbot, are you looking at the Supreme Demon Venerable of the Witch and Ghost Dao, he is actually an ancient god of war, fighting with the sky and the earth, and never giving in, but in the end, he was suppressed by a holy emperor, at that time the Witch and Ghost Dao was still orthodox, but after the supreme god of war was suppressed, one generation was not as good as the next, and by now, it has become infamous, and he will only do some blood sacrifices, killing people and the like."

The Jingren monk looked at it, as if he was guessing what Su Li was looking at.

"The supreme god of war. Well? What's that, Nine Flame Dragons? Was Oneiroi really hunted down? ”

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