Cui Yanwen walked silently to the city alone, Wu Jun gradually put away his laughter, and his figure appeared in front of Cui Yanwen like a ghost.

Wu Jun looked at Cui Yanwen's indifferent expression, and said with some amusement: "You can't be really angry, right? Everyone has a number of lives for everyone, and the man who dies can only blame him for his bad life, you ......."

Cui Yanwen interrupted him calmly and said in a deep voice, "I've figured it out, I can't blame you for this matter, only me."

When Wu Jun heard him say this, he suddenly became interested and asked, "Oh? Tell me why you blame you?"

"It's me who wants to save people, but I'm a coward, and I don't have the ability to save people at all, including the sneak attack you just now, I can only stay and watch, I can't help at all, do you blame others for your incompetence?"

Wu Jun didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly stepped forward and patted Cui Yanwen on the shoulder: "What you said is good, but since you know this, why do you still want to go to the city?" Even now, don't you believe what I just told you?"

Wu Junmeng slapped Cui Yanwen in the face, Cui Yanwen was caught off guard by this sudden slap, and a wisp of blood instantly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Wu Jun in front of him with an angry face, his eyes were full of anger and incomprehension, Cui Yanwen didn't know why Wu Jun slapped himself.

Wu Jun sneered: "Since you know that this world speaks by strength, then you are still stupid to go inside, even if you want to be a hero and want to go crazy, but don't you slap yourself in the face?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Jin's corpse in the distance.

Wu Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, and what Wu Jin and Cui Yanwen said, even if he stood far away, he could still hear it clearly.

Young daughters are they? Before dying, they wanted to drag a fool into the water, and such a scumbag was no better than a butcher like them who killed people without blinking.

"Do you know why I didn't show up earlier to save him?"

Cui Yanwen snorted coldly, "Why? Because you are such a high immortal lord, you regard the lives of us mortals as ants, and you don't care about them at all."

After that, Cui Yanwen quickly got up from the ground and walked towards the city without looking back.

Wu Jun shook his head and sneered, and said lightly in the back: "He has been using you since you appeared until you went over to check on his injuries, but now you are still stupid to save his daughter, don't you think it's funny?"

Cui Yanwen's body stiffened, but he didn't turn his head, he just muttered something in a low voice, but when it reached Wu Jun's ears, he was shocked, and his eyes when he looked at Cui Yanwen also changed.

"I know it all, but his daughter."

Cui Yanwen strode forward and followed the direction of the dilapidated street of Wu Jin's finger, leaving only Wu Junleng behind him in a daze.

Got it? Knowing why you weren't angry, why you had to save that bastard's daughter.

Looking at Cui Yanwen's back as he gradually moved away, Wu Jun was a little distracted, there seemed to be something unusual about this mortal boy.

And this also made Wu Jun more and more curious about Cui Yanwen, what kind of person is he?

Raising his hand and looking at the torn sleeves, Wu Jun laughed at himself, and his figure flashed, and he came to Cui Yanwen's side.

Cui Yanwen was slightly stunned, and when he turned his head to look, he heard Wu Jun scolding with a smile: "With your powerless waste, you also want to save people, so it should be the reward for your clothes, I'll follow you."

Cui Yanwen glanced at Wu Jun gratefully, but he didn't say any words of gratitude, he took a deep breath and accelerated the pace of progress.

The chaos in the city was all taken into Li Yuanxi's eyes, looking at the chaotic capital, even if it was a Confucian gentleman, he couldn't help but sigh at this time.

Zhou Yiping on the other side sneered again and again: "Little sir, it seems that there is not much time left for you, these ants don't need me to do it, now they have been killed into a mess, and if it drags on for a while, I'm afraid there won't be a few million souls left."

Li Yuanxi looked down and glanced at the light curtain below

Shrouded leaf jade.

Is it still a failure? The utensils brought out of the Temple of Literature cannot resolve the crisis today.

It seems that only by dispersing this gentleman's atmosphere and heroic righteousness can I save one person, and it is not in vain for me to come to this Liang country.

Li Yuanxi's eyes gradually became firm, and he was martyred with his body, and he did not hear of those who were martyred with Taoism.

The Zhou Yiping in front of him is not enough to twist and turn Li Yuanxi's own way.

After making up his mind, Li Yuanxi's resolute eyes calmed down.

He whispered to himself, "Haoran, Haoran, establish the middle position of the world, and enlighten the righteousness of the heavens and the earth!"

Zhou Yiping glanced at Li Yuanxi with disdain, even if this Confucian gentleman has the ability to reach the sky today, he will have to suffer this dumb loss under his monstrous blood rain.

As for the next plan, Zhou Yiping has already made up his mind.

These blood foods in the city could not be let go, and the moment he got the sword, he would detonate the blood demon true power in his hand.

It only takes one breath to absorb all these millions of blood food.

As for refining, when it comes to the Han Dynasty, there is no suitable place for retreat.

The strength of Li Yuanxi in front of him is terrifying, and Zhou Yiping knows that he is not this gentleman's opponent at all.

Confucianism is righteous and strong, and the ancient blood demon fell into the hands of a Confucian saint.

It can be said that the descendants of Confucianism and the blood demon lineage are generations of rivals.

The ghost sect of the Great Han practiced blood demon exercises, and Confucianism was not unaware of this matter.

It's just that since the fall of the ancient blood demon, the true method of the blood demon has also disappeared from the human world, and the major immortal sects and the hundreds of schools of thought, even if they have mastered the blood demon technique, they are all incomplete remnants.

Although the remnant method is also very secretive, it can no longer cultivate the power of the ancient blood demon.

And because the spread is too wide, Confucianism does not want to make too many enemies, as long as it is not too out of line, it is not eliminated one by one.

Including the blood demon exercises mastered by Zhou Yiping, it is not a complete version, and the two most critical articles are missing.

The Flying Ascension Realm and the forbidden secret technique on the last page, that is to say, if Zhou Yiping does not change the exercises in the future, then his cultivation will stop at Yuan Ying, and it will be difficult to cultivate to ascend in his life.

The cultivation of the Ancient Blood Demon is unfathomable, and that is the real Demon Lord.

In ancient times, the heavens and the earth were in turmoil, and even a big man who accompanied the Temple of Literature at that time couldn't help the blood demon.

It's not that you can't beat it, but you can't beat it.

The Ascension Realm cultivator has already preliminarily mastered the power of the law, and the power of the law mastered by the blood demon is very strange.

Not only can it be incarnated into tens of millions, but as long as a drop of blood from the incarnation is not extinguished, the blood demon can reappear in the world with this.

Later, if it hadn't been for the action of the sanctified scholar, I'm afraid that the blood demon would still be immortal in the world.

Suddenly, Zhou Yiping's expression changed, and he grabbed a wisp of Haoran righteousness wandering beside him and gently crushed it.

looked at Li Yuanxi on the other side and laughed fiercely: "Little sir, although I don't know what your name is, but to kill these millions of living beings today, you must remember that you - also - have - share!"

After speaking, the blood in Zhou Yiping's eyes instantly condensed into substance.

He didn't have the time to spend it any longer, even if he coveted the Fengxing Sword in Li Yuanxi's hand.

The power of national fortune is a strange energy, although Zhou Yiping has a secret method to transform it into his own spiritual power for his own use.

But since it is energy, then he will definitely not be endless, Liang Guo has accumulated more than 9,000 years of national fortune, most of which has been consumed on this blood rain.

If it goes on any longer, the people of the city will still die.

But without the blood cloud as a medium, Zhou Yiping had no way to transform these corpses into flesh and blood essence.

At that time, this killing will become meaningless, not that Zhou Yiping's humanity is not lost, but that he is now in urgent need of the flesh and blood of millions of living beings to reshape his body, so the flesh and blood of these people will become very precious.

"It's a pity, this kid looks like a gentleman,

I didn't expect it to be really hard-hearted, this trick was useless to him, but it's a pity that the sword is gone." Zhou Yiping thought silently in his heart.

His mind moved slightly, and he just wanted to completely detonate the power of the blood demon buried in the people's bodies.

But as far as I could see, my body couldn't move.

Zhou Yiping's face changed dramatically in an instant, his gaze moved downward, a pair of bloody eyes were full of horror, and he looked at Li Yuanxi opposite in disbelief.

Li Yuanxi's body has become a little illusory at some point, and his changes at this time are very strange, his body is sometimes illusory and sometimes solid, as if he has been wandering between reality and illusion.

Zhou Yiping exclaimed, "You, you're crazy! If you do that, you'll die!"

No wonder Zhou Yiping was so surprised, this Confucian gentleman obviously cast a forbidden method at this time.

He was forcibly spreading the righteous qi in his body, with this kind of strength between heaven and earth.

suppressed the blood clouds in the sky, and even cut off Zhou Yiping's control over the power of the blood demons that fell into the people's bodies.

A wisp of red blood spilled from the corner of Li Yuanxi's mouth, the first time he had bled since he appeared.

The blood fell on the spotless white clothes, which was shocking.

Li Yuanxi turned a deaf ear to Zhou Yiping's exclamation, and from his thin body, a large amount of Haoran righteousness poured out frantically.

Above its head, a jade pendant hovers high.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, and Li Yuanxi said softly, "Now, do you still feel that you are in charge of everything here? Can you say the word ant again?"

Zhou Yiping said in a trembling voice: "Crazy! You're not a Confucian gentleman at all, you're a complete lunatic! For the sake of these ants, you actually gave up your gentleman's luck and cultivation, what do you want to do?"

He was completely scared this time, because once he lost control of mortal life, he would also lose his biggest talisman, and under the attack of the madman in front of him, Zhou Yiping couldn't last a few rounds at all.