In the hall of the Mahavira Hall of Futu Temple,

A huge mirror reflects everything in the Floating Tower.

The host of the clear space and the monks of the Futu Temple were silently watching everything that happened in the Futu Tower.

They saw an endless void in the Floating Tower, and a fire like a red lotus in the endless void.

"Amitabha, these are just the beginning, but it's a pity that not too many people have died in this level."

A high-ranking monk was chanting the Buddha's words in his mouth, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Taling hasn't come out yet, it's just a little sweetener for them."

The other monk said with a blank face, while the monks showed a strange expression on their faces.

"Why hasn't the ancient Buddha lamp appeared yet, the lamp oil has already been partially released, and it stands to reason that the ancient Buddha lamp will swallow the lamp oil uncontrollably",

A senior monk said in a solemn voice.

"Maybe the information given by that man is not correct, but it is a good reward to be able to kill so many monks."

The other senior monk had a murderous intent on his face, and he said coldly with a fierce light.

"Amitabha, the killing is too heavy",

The host of the clear space gave a Buddha admonition, and his face showed a look of unbearability.

The other monks ignored the faint compassion of the Pure Sky Presiding.

"The news should not be wrong, this group of people must be carrying Buddha lamps, and if I want to retrieve the Buddha lamps in Futu Temple, I must use extraordinary means."

A high-ranking monk watched everything that happened in the floating tower without blinking.

"Only when the Buddha lantern is complete, can we break through the shackles of this heaven and earth and return to the Floating Buddha Realm."

A senior monk said to the monks in a firm tone, but the monks had a pale face and did not speak.

Ding Xiaoyi's sleeves flicked,

Rolled the fire lotus into the Qiankun bag.

And as soon as the fire lotus entered the bag,

He felt that the Buddha lamp stirred up a mysterious power, and that power swallowed the fire lotus into his body.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes raised,

His body turned into a streamer of light and shot towards another fire lotus.

He came to the fire lotus, and his sleeves rolled up.

The fire lotus turned into a streamer of light and sank into his bag.

The fire lotus that was submerged in the Qiankun bag was once again swallowed up by the Buddha lamp.

And Ding Xiaoyi's eyes looked at a fire lotus not far from him, and his body swept towards the fire lotus together.

Before his figure reached the fire lotus, a sharp sword volley slashed into the air.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were fixed, but he was a demon cultivator.

He's in the wrong shape,

Avoiding the sharp sword, the huge figure had a cruel expression on its face.

"Hiss",

A slight tearing sound came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears.

Another sound of breaking the air came from behind him,

Ding Xiaoyi's cold eyes were raised, and the evil dagger in his hand was raised, only to see a sword aura like frost slashing behind him.

The man's figure was stunned, and the frost-like sword aura tore apart the edge of his slashing like a withering and decaying one.

And the sword qi and the dagger slashed through him fiercely.

The figure's face changed drastically, and the sword momentum surged through his body like a bamboo.

Strangled all his life,

It was a master of the Shangzhou clan, and his face became extremely frightened.

Ding Xiaoyi succeeded in one blow, and his body was together.

I saw that he copied it with his left hand, rolled up his sleeves, and the fire lotus disappeared into his Qiankun bag.

And his eyes raised, and he fell in love with another fire lotus.

A figure was torn apart by the frosty sword aura,

"Bang",

The figure

Turned into a cloud of blood mist, and a rich bloody aura swayed up.

No one noticed that the master of the world clan who had turned into a cloud of blood mist did not even escape from the primordial spirit.

The rich blood qi drifted towards a certain part of the void.

A mysterious force rolled towards the blood mist

The blood mist sank into the void somewhere.

A shadow rushed towards the blood mist,

I saw the shadow open its mouth like an abyss.

The big mouth sucked suddenly, and the blood mist was sucked in by the big mouth.

The blood mist is gone,

As if it had never been there.

And something similar happened in the void,

A number of Shangzhou merchants were killed by the Demon Pole Night with the Floating Tu Realm cultivators, and the Shangzhou masters who were killed turned into a cloud of blood mist.

No one had imagined that the blood mist that the slain Shangzhou master had turned into would be swallowed up by a ghost, but the fire lotus in the void was becoming less and less.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes froze,

The sword intent around him surged in all directions like a tide.

He swept his body and rushed towards a fire lotus.

And before he reached the fire lotus,

There was already a cultivator from the Futu Realm waiting, only to see that the cultivator from the Futu Realm showed a cold and cruel smile.

The Floating Slaughter Realm cultivator swung his fist and stirred up layers of fists, and the fists were dazzling.

With the power of destroying the world and destroying the sky, he hit Ding Xiaoyi fiercely.

Feeling the majestic and devastating fist, the evil dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand @

suspend

With a look of horror in his eyes, he felt his vitality draining away.

Who said that the demons of the Futu world are immortal and immortal,

Who said that the demons of the Futu Realm are immortal?

Ding Xiaoyi showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and then twisted the dagger in his hand.

"Bang",

The Floating Slaughter Realm cultivator turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

And Ding Xiaoyi didn't look at it,

His body shook, and he rushed towards another fire lotus.

"Lao Tzu is going to kill you",

A roar of rage stirred up in this void, country.

I saw a figure like a strange shape rushing towards Ding Xiaoyi.

It was a strange cultivator in the Futu Realm like an alien shape,

His head is huge, his body is as strong as a mountain, and his limbs are strangely slender.

This Floating Slaughter Realm cultivator has unleashed his demon body.

The slender and strong limbs can be used with both hands and feet, and they are extremely powerful.

Ding Xiaoyi turned around, and the dagger in his hand reappeared.

His eyes rolled coldly.

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The Floating Slaughter Realm cultivator turned into a storm and swept towards him.

The sturdy body of the alien cultivator wielded a weapon that looked like a knife, not a sword, not a sword.

There was a palpitating glow on the weapon.

The speed of the alien cultivation is also condensed to the extreme,

When he saw Ding Xiaoyi kill a cultivator, a monstrous anger appeared in his eyes.

Before anyone arrived,

The weapons in his hands have been overwhelmingly attacking and killing Ding Xiaoyi.

But Ding Xiaoyi copied it with his left hand,

Swept the fire lotus into his Qiankun bag, he raised the dagger in his hand and rushed towards the demon of the Futu Realm.