He suddenly shouted at Li Yuanxi, "Stop, it should be too late now, I don't need the sword, and I will withdraw the blood demon power that has been dispersed, you shouldn't really want to fall in such a place, right?"

Li Yuanxi just smiled faintly, to the point where he didn't want to give up his last hope this week.

But he, Li Yuanxi, is not a young man who has never been in the world.

For people like Zhou Yiping, or demons, once he is freed, don't say that these millions of mortals who are now holding their lives in the palm of his hand.

There will definitely be more people who will be killed by him in the future than now.

And this kind of demon monk who does not regard human life as human life and is high up, what he said is not even worth believing.

Li Yuanxi's eyes were deep, as if he had seen through the blood clouds, saw through the light curtain he had created, and returned to Qingzhou, a million miles away.

The childhood of babbling under the peach tree, the trip away from home when he was a teenager, the crown of twenty, the Confucian gentleman, and countless dazzling halos.

At that time, the young man was in high spirits, the Temple of Literature asked questions and answers, and the Confucian saints came in person, everything seemed to happen yesterday.

Li Yuanxi's gaze moved downward, although he was not able to see Ye Ziyu below through the light curtain, but he also felt the same fiery aura as himself.

Young juniors, perhaps this is what Mr. often says, the younger generations have the ardent expectations of their ancestors.

Li Yuanxi smiled as if he was self-deprecating, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the long sword in his hand broke through the light curtain and flew in the direction where Ye Ziyu was.

"A sword is a good sword, but I, Li Yuanxi, have never used a sword."

After returning the sword, Li Yuanxi finally looked at Zhou Yiping on the opposite side again, the two looked at each other, and Zhou Yiping's bloody eyes burned involuntarily.

Zhou Yiping suddenly let out a terrible wail, it was an extremely condensed heroic righteousness, which was enough to penetrate the true power of the blood demon and scorch his soul.

At this point, Zhou Yiping also knew that it was basically impossible to leave this place alive.

The trapped beast still has to fight back to death, let alone him, the demon lord of the world?

Zhou Yiping ignored the burning bloody eyes, and he sneered: "You don't let me live, and I won't let you feel good."

Looking at the houses in the capital that stretched for hundreds of miles below, the human beings on the ground were as small as ants, and the crazy color on Zhou Yiping's face seemed to be about to condense into substance.

"I know you're not afraid of death, but don't you want to save these people? I, Zhou Yiping, want to disappoint you today, you can't save any of these people!"

Li Yuanxi was unmoved, since he used the secret method and began to burn the mighty qi, the situation had completely fallen into his control, and now he only waited for the last corner of the light curtain to shroud, and he could completely let go and destroy Zhou Yiping.

Suddenly, Zhou Yiping's body began to swell, Li Yuanxi sneered, stretched out his palm and shook it at him, and the surrounding void instantly froze.

Zhou Yiping's swollen body was suddenly restrained, as if he was packed into a transparent container, no matter how he expanded, he couldn't touch the slightest other space.

The effect of the isolating light curtain cast by Li Yuanxi is not only as simple as isolating Zhou Yiping's control of blood rain.

This light curtain is like a small world, it is the core magic power of Confucianism, and its core secret method is quite similar to the painting of the earth and the prison swordsmanship that Li Yuanxi had performed before.

The space that Li Yuanxi had isolated in the air was the size of a radius of ten miles.

Within the ten miles shrouded by this light curtain, Li Yuanxi is a unique ruler, and he can freely use the power of heaven and earth in the space for his use.

And this supernatural power is so domineering, and the price is also extremely amazing, which can only be reluctantly used by a Confucian monk in the Ascension Realm.

After all, it is unbelievable to isolate a side of heaven and earth and return it to use.

The power of heaven and earth is vast, and the power of the Tao contained in it is even more mysterious.

Even putting aside the extraordinary power, just being able to control the power of heaven and earth for one's own use,

Such a wonderful experience is enough to make the monk who is stuck in the bottleneck of the Yuan Infant increase the certainty of breaking through the ascension.

Enlightenment and enlightenment, only those who truly contact and comprehend the rules of the path can have the opportunity to grasp the indescribable path of enlightenment.

Li Yuanxi took the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Infant and the luck of the gentleman as the guide, forcibly burned the Haoran righteousness, and obtained the power of the peak of the Yuan Infant in a short period of time.

Originally, this was not enough to display this Confucian supernatural power.

The key is the jade pendant suspended above Li Yuanxi's head, Li Yuanxi's husband, the master of the academy.

Naturally, he is a famous Confucian monk, and the rank of this jade pendant is directly chasing the divine soldiers, and just as Li Yuanxi said to Ye Ziyu just now.

The jade pendant is nourished by Haoran righteousness all the year round, which is very suitable for Confucian supernatural powers, and the two sides can be said to complement each other.

Sure enough, when Li Yuanxi used this magic power to block the space.

Zhou Yiping's swollen face instantly became very ugly, and he stared at the jade pendant above Li Yuanxi's head for a long time, always feeling a little familiar.

However, Zhou Yiping didn't have time to think about where he had seen such a jade pendant at this time.

Because the small space isolated by Li Yuanxi is constantly compressing, the space Dao and the great power of heaven and earth are not at all something that Zhou Yiping can compete with.

The cruel words that he released to slaughter millions of living beings before were now in danger of even his own life.

Zhou Yiping tried his best to break free from the shackles of this terrifying space, but whether it was the Blood Demon Dafa or the Ghost Destroying World, all the magical spells were useless under the suppression of this absolute power of heaven and earth.

All the attacks and struggles are like grasshoppers shaking trees, and they can't shake the spatial barrier at all.

As Zhou Yiping's body was compressed smaller and smaller, the flesh and blood around him exploded under the terrifying pressure, and finally only turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The golden villain in Li Yuanxi's body was already full of cracks, and at this time, it only took a breeze to blow through it, and the golden body born from the convergence of the mighty qi could be shattered in an instant.

At that time, Li Yuanxi not only destroyed his cultivation, but also couldn't even save his life.

He couldn't even be reborn by rebirth like other primordial monks.

Because for Confucian monks, after reaching the realm of Yuanying, they shape the golden body and courage, and the heroic spirit is condensed in the literary courage, which is more magical and powerful than the so-called Yuanying of the monks.

The golden body is equivalent to their Yuan Baby, and now the shattering of the courage in Li Yuanxi's body is a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, even if a great sacrificial wine of the Academy Palace came in person, it would not be able to save Li Yuanxi's cultivation life.

Li Yuanxi's palm was forced, and the heroic righteousness with the firelight surged out, intertwined in the air, and gradually closed like a big net, filling up the missing corner of the light curtain.

Looking at the light curtain that was completed, Li Yuanxi finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but immediately after, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the mighty qi in his eyes was disappearing rapidly.

Not only that, but his body is also undergoing strange changes.

The originally straight back gradually stiffened, the black hair turned into silver threads, and a lingering black gas surrounded the eyebrows and eyes, which was the breath of death.

However, Li Yuanxi didn't seem to notice these changes, even if he lost the fiery righteousness in his eyes, it still made people unable to look directly.

That kind of blazing and scorching light is not inferior to Haoran righteousness.

Suddenly, he looked up sharply at the spatial barrier that had been compressed into a mustard seed-sized barrier.

In the space blocked by him, Zhou Yiping's flesh and blood had already been crushed just now, exploded into a blood mist, and dissipated into the void.

But now, in the space wall the size of mustard seeds, there is a small drop of blood as thin as a cow's hair, which cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, is quietly floating in it.

Li Yuanxi's heart sank, and he raised his hand to continue compressing the space wall.

But at this time, he couldn't even lift a hand, let alone kill the drop of blood smaller than a mustard seed.

As the power dissipated, an unprecedented sense of emptiness enveloped Li Yuanxi's body.

It was like having just come into this world, as weak as when I was in my mother's womb.

He sat down on the light curtain in a daze, and used all his strength to barely pick up the fallen jade pendant.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, this time the blood was no longer red, but turned sickly black, this Confucian gentleman had reached the point where the oil ran out, and there was no trace of strength in his body to use.

The golden body had already exploded, and as his strength weakened, another quarter of an hour passed, the mustard seed-sized drop of blood suddenly expanded, and a shocking bang sounded in the space wall.

Then there was a click like broken glass, and Li Yuanxi's shriveled hand grasped the jade pendant tightly, and the light in his eyes was faint, already very faint.

Zhou Yiping, who once again condensed his physical body, flashed and came to Li Yuanxi.

He hugged his arms and sneered, "Great gentleman, big gentleman, it seems that I still want to be a step ahead, you lost!"

The corners of Li Yuanxi's mouth slightly hooked up a wry smile, he didn't even have the strength to look up at Zhou Yiping at this time, listening to the other party's sarcastic words, he just gently rubbed the jade pendant in his hand.

Zhou Yiping was not in a hurry to kill Li Yuanxi, although he seemed unscathed at the moment, only he knew the actual situation.

Confucianism paints the earth as a prison, and then cooperates with the great power of the heavenly constitution in the mouth.

If it weren't for the tenacious regenerative power of the Blood Demon Technique, as well as the power of exhausting the national fortune of the entire Liang Country to resist, he would have been wiped out at this moment.

Of course, Zhou Yiping was extremely traumatized, and his condition now is only slightly better than three hundred years ago.

The cultivation of a Yuan Infant is not one out of ten, and the situation is already extremely critical.

However, compared to three hundred years ago, Zhou Yiping now has another chance, that is, to break through the barrier set by Li Yuanxi, and then use the two drops of true blood in his hand to attract the blood rain that fell before.

Although it can't be achieved overnight like before, since Li Yuanxi is dead, it is better to stay here for a while longer, slowly absorb the essence of flesh and blood, and still be able to recast the flesh body.