Everyone looked at the dead corpses in the giant pit, and couldn't help but feel sad from their hearts, the lord of the first peak of the Twelve Peaks of Qinglian died like this, and he died so miserably.

"Yu Shouzheng, my Qinglian Guan will never die with you!" Xuchen yelled.

"Hehe...... Demon Sword Ancestor stepped into the air, "Didn't we die thirty years ago?" Ancestor has been imprisoned for thirty years, Void Dust, do you think this feud is so easy to uncover?"

Thirty years ago, Qinglian Guan was close to arresting him with all his might, just because the ancestor was an ancient troll, in fact, the ancestor's matter, there was no record in their family, and the only thing related to the ancestor was only a knife book, he was obsessed with knives, regardless of his family's prevention, practiced knife techniques, and finally achieved great success, and broke out of the magic knife name with Chidi, but because of this, it attracted the attention of Qinglian Temple.

The Demon Sword Ancestor was furious when he thought about this, but when he was at the peak of his life, he was imprisoned for thirty years, thirty years, since the Xuanyuan era, there is no great power, no one can break through the confinement of life, even if it is a heavenly level, life has increased, but it is only a life span of more than a hundred years.

The Demon Knife Ancestor was inexplicably sad and angry, and a hundred-meter blood-colored big knife appeared behind him, behind the big knife, there was a boundless demon flame, and the blood light flashed, and it slashed straight towards the void dust with a monstrous demon flame.

"Bang ......"

The blood knife flashed, and the Dao robe of the old Taoist priest of Xuchen was torn apart, and Xuchen's hand was slammed, and he was almost interrupted by the sky's technique.

The Demon Sword Ancestor was stunned for a moment, looking at the dry body of the void dust after the Dao robe was broken, and couldn't help but laugh "Ha Lu Ha ......" Da Lu laughed, "It turns out that thirty years ago, I won. ”

Xuchenzi's body was as dry as wood, as if he had lost blood, and there were countless talismans attached to his body, and his physical body was dead, so he used this to suppress his soul and dissipate without leaving his body.

Thirty years ago, the Demon Knife Ancestor and the Void Dust Son battled, two defeats and huge injuries, the Devil Knife Ancestor was captured by other Taoist priests, the Void Dust was rescued back to the Qinglian Temple, the Devil Knife Ancestor always thought that the battle was a draw, and now when he saw the body of the Void Dust, he immediately understood that the other party still did not withstand the power of his Blood Transformation Divine Knife, and his appearance as a living dead now was entirely because the Blood Transformation Divine Knife took away his vitality.

"Ha Lu Ha ......" The Demon Knife Ancestor couldn't help but laugh loudly, very happy, "Shangqing Blood God Knife Spectrum" is the knife spectrum left by the ancestors, according to the record on the knife spectrum, there is also a divine knife named blood, with the knife spectrum, a knife dyed with divine blood is not a problem, but it is a pity that he searched all the places in the house, and did not find the blood God Knife, but according to the knife spectrum, condensed a blood God Knife.

Xuchen rubbed his hand on the dry body, what is life is better than death, he has tasted it for thirty years, not only the pain of using secret methods to force life, but also the horror of being drained of blood by that strange knife qi, enough is enough, everything is enough, Xuchen gently tore off the talismans that covered his body one by one with his hand.

"Uncle Shi......"

"Uncle Shi......"

"Dust ......"

The voices of the Taoist priests beside him sounded, and without the suppression of the talisman, the soul of the void dust would soon disappear from the body and heaven and earth.

Xuchen shook his head, thirty years, everyone knows that he is more painful to live than to die, but who understands the taste except him, today, let's end everything, and the unfinished things of thirty years ago are also understood today.

As the talisman was torn off, the momentum of the void dust became stronger and stronger, as if some terrifying giant beast was about to jump out of that tattered body.

The Demon Knife Ancestor's face was solemn, just now he sensed that the momentum shown by the void dust was only in the middle of the Heavenly Order, and even he might not be able to take it with a knife, it was much worse than thirty years ago, and now it seems that he used too much strength to suppress the soul in his body, and now, he tore off the talisman, I'm afraid his time is running out, at this most critical moment, the strength that erupts will far exceed itself, but even so, how could he have been afraid that he could defeat him thirty years ago, and thirty years later, he would be afraid of a living dead......

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, there was a huge earthquake on the mountain peak, it turned out that the old man found that there was chaos on the Fu Demon Peak, and took the opportunity to launch an attack, the true body of the thunder god in the sky was completely suppressed by the will law body of the ancestor of the Lu family, so there was no need to worry about him at all, they can now attack the mountain unscrupulously, but this mountain protection formation is not simple.

Xuchenzi glanced at the sky, and couldn't help but sigh, if he used all his strength to deal with the Demon Sword Ancestor, he would not be able to maintain his skills, without his participation, even if others completed this spell, they might not be able to wipe out all the people outside, but if he didn't deal with the Demon Sword Ancestor, it was immediately going to be a river of blood, it was really unpredictable, it was obviously a plan to set up a plan once and for all, but now it has become a dilemma.

"Yu Shouzheng, let's settle the grievances of the past thirty years today, if you kill my Qinglian Guan disciple, I will fill it with your life today. There was no joy or sorrow on Xuchenzi's face, and he returned the wooden sword to his hand.

Suddenly, without the support of the void dust, the crack in the sky became chaotic, and the broken opening tilted and closed.

Several Heavenly Rank hurriedly increased the input of Yuan Qi, and only then did they barely maintain the formation from collapsing.

"Hehe...... "Demon Sword Ancestor glanced at the people attacking the mountain outside the mountain, "Isn't Qinglian Guan the head of the eight sects, how can he shrink up and join forces to set up a formation, there is still a force in the world that dares to provoke Qinglian Temple, good, great." ”

"Hmph......" Xuchen snorted coldly, "It's just the remnants of demons and evils, and I will kill them all today." ”

"Hey...... Is it?Can you still say such big things at this point?" said the Demon Knife Ancestor, and the blood-colored Demon Knife rose again behind him.

Xuchen glanced at the blood-colored demon knife, although the Heavenly Forbidden Cave would not imprison a person's cultivation, but it could not make people cultivate, "If you only cultivated thirty years ago, you will be allowed to fall today." ”

After speaking, the wooden sword in his hand was held high, and a thunderbolt of hundreds of meters shot out from the sword, directly into heaven and earth, like a thunder lightsaber that penetrated heaven and earth.

"Hehe, thunder and lightning contain the righteousness of heaven and earth, but it is ridiculous that you are driven by a person who forcibly retains life. The Demon Knife Ancestor said, and the huge blood knife behind him slashed at the other party.

"Bang ......"

The lightsaber and the magic knife collided, and the demon flame and thunder and lightning rubbed, making a sound of water and fire.

The Demon Knife Ancestor looked at Xuchen whose face had not changed and frowned, how could the other party not be affected by the sword qi of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, the sword qi generated by his sword technique was extremely weird, as long as there was qi and blood, everything would be consumed by the sword qi, and even the soul would be melted by the sword qi and become a part of the blood-colored sword qi.

"I have endured the sword qi of the Blood Transformation Demon Knife in my body for thirty years, do you think there is still qi and blood in my body!" Xuchen said lightly, he was now an empty shell, and the strange sword qi had no effect on him.

PS: The next chapter will be sent out right away, I hope you like it.