"Good!"

Seeing the confident smile on Su Heng's face, Miaochan nodded and agreed.

And Bai Pestle, the mountain lord of Xuehuang Mountain, thought about it for a while, and did not refuse Su Heng's request. The difference in strength between the enemy and us is too big, if Su Heng wants to kill himself, he can just slap him directly, and he can't waste so many words.

No one wants to die for nothing.

If he can survive, the white pestle is willing to struggle hard and hold this ray of hope.

"Remember what I said, and don't go back." Su Heng opened his mouth towards the white pestle, and then pulled back, leaving room for the two to fight.

The rest of the disciples of the Blood Huang Mountain are still alive.

also came over one after another, focusing their attention on Bai Pestle and Miaochan.

"That is Su Heng, who is known as the first person in the world, and legend has it that even the immortals in the sky were killed by him."

"This is an insult to my Blood Huang Mountain!"

"The enemy is strong and I am weak, there is nothing to say..."

"Su Heng's strength is indeed very strong, but it is really a bit overwhelming to let a junior provoke the mountain master. The mountain lord is a master who has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years, and he will definitely win this competition. ”

These people are talking a lot.

Of course, they are all supernatural powers that transmit sound into the ears.

But Su Heng's perception was too keen, and he listened to all these small and noisy discussions. But Su Heng didn't care, if people were closed, their understanding would be restricted. It was normal for these disciples and elders of the Blood Huang Mountain to have such thoughts.

And the other side.

On the top of the empty Xuehuang Mountain, Bai Pestle and Miao Chan had already set up their own positions.

The white pestle is tall, his face is majestic and solemn, his white clothes are fluttering, and his earlobes on both sides fall on his shoulders, like a god and Buddha who came out of ancient mythology.

Miaochan is blonde hair, tall posture, black and red sword qi rushing into the sky, the weather is thousands, and the edge is incomparable. The roaring sword intent rushed to his face, cutting through the bare mountain under his feet. Seeing the scene in front of him, Bai Pestle couldn't help but retract the contempt just now, and his expression became more and more serious and solemn.

"You're a junior, I'll let you strike first." The white pestle took the initiative to speak.

"Good!"

Miaochan did not refuse.

After bowing his head slightly, he stabbed forward with a sword.

Laugh at!

A blood-red sword light tore through the space, with the sound of wind and thunder, rising against the storm, and galloping towards the white pestle like a blood-colored river.

Sting!

There was hardly any resistance.

The tall and burly body of the white pestle was split in two by the sword light, and blood shot out.

"That's the end of it?" Miao Chan was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that the figure of the white pestle did not fall after the blood light splashed, but gradually disappeared.

Bang!

An extreme sense of crisis came from behind Miaochan.

The white pestle performed a secret method, his face was hideous, and black and red blood seeped out of his eyes, and he quietly appeared behind Miaochan, and smashed down on Miaochan's door with a wide open and closed fist. This is a gap in combat experience, but Miao Chan also reacted quickly, and came later, and the same punch turned around and smashed down at the white pestle.

Bang!

The two fists, one big and one small, collided together.

The ground under Miaochan's feet cracked, dented, and countless cracks spread in all directions, but her body remained unmoving, like a mountain pine.

The opposite is true.

The white pestle only felt a huge force coming at him, and he took five or six steps back before he could barely unload this force.

The white pestle opened his bloodshot eyes, and his heart was shocked.

"I've already used the secret arts, and I'm still getting the first move. But even so, he didn't have the upper hand, what kind of monster is this guy? ”

"So I'm so strong!"

Miao Chan was equally surprised in her heart, but more was joy, "Su Heng didn't lie to me, ten years have passed, and those old guys have indeed been eliminated." ”

"Come again!"

Miaochan completely let go of her hands and feet, no longer restrained, and seized the opportunity to shoot again.

With a slight tap of her foot, she pulled out the afterimage and galloped towards the unprepared white pestle. The white pestle folds its arms and prepares to block.

However, I never thought about it.

At the moment when the two were about to collide, Miao Chan pressed down the center of gravity fiercely.

Her slender waist twisted, with her left hand as the fulcrum, and with the help of inertia, her long legs were thrown out towards the white pestle like a dragon's tail. The white pestle only felt the air in front of her explode, and the girl's slender long legs came in an instant like thunder and lightning, crowding all the fields of vision.

Click!

The white pestle's face sunken directly into the skull, and the sound of the skull shattering was clearly visible.

His body exploded like a disemboweled, sinking directly into the tumbling black clouds, and there was even a circle of snow-white sonic booms in the air slowly expanding outward.

Everyone on the Blood Glory Mountain was stunned by such a change.

There is an unbelievable, dreamy feeling.

In their eyes, the mountain master, who was almost the first person in the world, was beaten down like this, and the rhythm of the battle was completely grasped by such an infamous small character. What the hell is wrong with this world? Did they close the mountain for ten years, or for a whole century?

Thundered!

The battle wasn't over yet, and there was another change in the sky.

The already lead-clouded sky became darker and filthy, the gray clouds dyed blood-red by a strange force, and emitted a disgusting stench. From a distance, it looked like a sea of viscous blood suspended in the sky.

"It's the secret sea of blood of the Lord of the White Pestle Mountain!"

A disciple in Xuehuang Mountain recognized this trick and shouted excitedly, "The White Pestle Mountain Lord used his magical power to press the bottom of the box, and that girl was going to be finished just now!" ”

Gollum!

The sea of blood boiled, and countless bubbles bubbled.

The white pestle stepped on the blood-red thunder, and slowly walked out of it, the facial features on his face had not completely healed, and he was squeezed into a ball by the huge force, and blood kept seeping outward. But this made him look more and more hideous and terrifying.

There are no words.

Bai Pestle was completely involved in the battle, and even left the agreement with Su Heng just now.

He stretched out his hand and held it forward, countless swords, heavy dings, giant axes and spears, all kinds of weapons condensed and formed in the sea of blood, densely packed, hundreds of thousands, like a torrential rain pouring towards Miao Chan, the power contained in it was enough to divide the body of a true Returning Void Grandmaster.

"Whew-"

Look at the knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks falling from the sky.

Miao Chan took a deep breath, and instead of fear on her face, she took the initiative to close her eyes and reach out to hold the long sword she hung on her waist.

She practiced the Heavenly Demon Sutra adapted by Su Heng.

And the Heavenly Demon Sutra contains many of the essences of the various immortal mountain masters.

Penglai Immortal Mountain's Taixuan Induction Chapter operated in Miaochan's veins, and her spiritual power skyrocketed in an instant, rising to an incredible realm. The blood-colored Dao soldiers slashing down in the sky looked extremely fast, as fast as thunder, but in Miao Chan's spiritual realm, they seemed to be frozen in amber, and their trajectory was clearly visible.

What's next—

Chop!

Miaochan drew her sword out of the sheath, and the gray sword light intertwined into a net and spread outward.

Bai Pestle's pupils contracted violently, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face again, he guessed that Miao Chan might use some kind of escape technique to dodge this attack, but he never thought that he would use such a method to fight himself, and he succeeded.

Sword light and Dao soldiers poured into each other.

In the time of one breath, there are tens of thousands of collisions.

Countless Dao soldiers were shattered, but Miaochan's sword qi did not dissipate, but gathered together, turning into a giant sword that was like a pillar that reached the sky, firmly locked on Bai Pestle's body, and stabbed straight towards the sky. The white pestle used all his means to exert all kinds of magical powers.

But in the end, it was impossible to resist.

Laugh at!

His body was pierced, leaving a hole that was transparent from front to back.

The heavenly fire in the Sun Sutra burned in the chest and abdomen, preventing the wound from healing, and it was still consuming the life force of the white pestle. With blood on the corner of his mouth, his pale face fell from the sky, and he stumbled, if it weren't for the deputy mountain master Zong Ru who stepped forward in time to support him, he would almost fall directly to the ground.

"I won!"

Miao Chan had surprise on her face, she didn't believe that she could defeat the Returning Void Grandmaster.

She hugged Su Heng's thick arm and burst out with a crisp laugh like a silver bell, and it took a long time before she reacted and let go of Su Heng's arm. When I looked up, I saw that above Su Heng's head, Zhu Xianren's little ghost was sticking out his tongue towards him.

Miaochan's face turned red.

was about to catch Zhu Xian and spank him, but Zhu Xian burrowed into Su Heng's soft black long hair like a caterpillar and disappeared.

"You've done a good job, and you've been teaching you for so many years." Su Heng touched Miaochan's long golden hair.

Then he looked at the white pestle and smiled:

"Lord Baishan, you can be convinced now, do you remember the previous agreement between you and me?"

"Ahem!"

The white pestle was pale, and a large hole ten centimeters wide was opened in his chest and abdomen by Miaochan.

Through the bloody wound, he could directly see the shattered internal organs, as well as the fragments of flesh and bones, but he still reluctantly stood up and bowed to Su Heng to the end, "From now on, I will serve you as the lord of the white pestle, and I will never say anything." ”

It's just a matter of losing to Su Heng.

After all, he is a demon, a genius that is rare in thousands of years.

Even the immortals in the sky were killed by Su Heng, and it was normal that he was not his opponent.

can be defeated by Miaochan...

To be honest, this really hit Bai Pestle's self-confidence.

In just ten years, such drastic changes have taken place in the world, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves crash to death on the beach. This made Bai Pestle feel a sense of crisis at the same time, but also a kind of joy. He had been trapped in the peak of returning to the void for hundreds of years, and now Su Heng had undoubtedly taken a big step forward from the peak of martial arts.

All martial artists in the world, regardless of strength or weakness, will benefit from this move.

The white pestle showed Su Heng's strength and courage.

And feel convinced.

After that, things were much simpler, Su Heng reached out and extinguished the true fire of the sun in the belly of the white pestle. Without the suppression of the Sun's True Fire, with the strong vitality brought by the Blood Sea Secret Codex, the injuries on the white pestle's body healed quickly, although the breath was still weak, but on the whole, there was no major problem.

"Take me to see where your inheritance is, and tell me about the history of Xuehuang Mountain."

Su Heng opened his mouth and commanded.

His purpose this time is the Blood Sea Mystic Archive.

But after coming to Xuehuang Mountain, he found that there was also some kind of secret hidden in this mountain, which aroused Su Heng's curiosity and wanted to find out.

"Yes."

Bai Pestle nodded and agreed, accompanying Su Heng.

While walking towards the depths of the Blood Huang Mountain, he patiently and meticulously explained the past of the Blood Huang Mountain.

——

On a small hill more than ten kilometers away from Xuehuang Mountain.

The two young men were also looking at the smoke clouds condensed on the Blood Glory Mountain from a distance, as well as the huge pillars of clouds that rose from the distance. These two young men, holding a long sword on the left and a grim face, are the descendants of the Moon Wolf God, Qin Shuo, the disciple of Taiyi Zhenren.

And the fat man on the right who is wide-hearted and fat-hearted and open-minded is a disciple who is afraid of leaving his grandson, named Bai Shao.

Although these two people are both teenagers.

But when he spoke, he was in an old-fashioned manner, which was very weird.

This is because their master has temporarily taken over their bodies and is talking to discuss the next steps.

"Weird, weird." Afraid of Liusun scratching his ears and cheeks, he said, "That kid is stronger than when he killed the Huanglong Dao people ten years ago, and his growth speed is incredible, could it be said that he really walked out of the impossible and couldn't become an immortal?" ”

"There is only one path to becoming an immortal in this world, and that is the road that Tianzun has walked."

Taiyi Zhenren shook his head disapprovingly, and argued, "All other roads are dead ends." The difference is that some roads can only be walked two or three steps to the end. And some roads can go further, but it doesn't mean that he can go through and reach the other side. ”

"Perhaps, what Senior Brother Taiyi said makes sense."

Fear of Liusun said, "But the task assigned by Tianzun is imminent, and you and I have not yet recovered their full strength. Even if we work together, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat him, and the more time is delayed, the more variables there will be. It's not easy to explain. ”

"If you can't take it by force, you can only use it..."

"Since the senior brother has opened his mouth like this, he must already be confident." Afraid of Liusun's eyes, he suddenly laughed.

"Of course."

Taiyi Zhenren had an unfathomable expression on his face, smiled and said, "Senior brother, if I don't have a strategy to settle the enemy, how can I risk coming here to find you." ”

"Senior brother, don't sell it to me, talk to me quickly." Afraid of Liusun urged.

Taiyi Zhenren opened and closed his lips slightly, obviously using some kind of magical power similar to sound transmission into the ears, but the methods of the immortals were obviously much more advanced than those of mortal warriors, and the slightest movement did not come out. Afraid of leaving Sun to listen attentively, he nodded slightly from time to time, and a smile gradually appeared on a fat face with thief eyebrows and rat eyes. (End of chapter)