In the sound of the cold night, many cultivators in the town felt the arrival of a fierce demon, and they walked out of the house, or flew in a low altitude, or stood on the roof of the house, just waiting for the fierce demon to show weakness, and everyone attacked it in groups, leaving behind some good reputation of "punishing demons".

And now, Murong Jiu's body was boiling, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the slaughter of twenty Flying Heaven Realm cultivators was only in those few breaths...... Although it is a righteous act to slay demons, it is much weaker than life.

The fear of the cultivators below made Murong Jiu go crazy and kill him directly like a vicious tiger pounced on a sheep, in his induction, as long as his body exuded the vitality of heaven and earth, it would be in his bombardment.

"Kill the demon maniac!" Murong Jiu's ferocity finally stopped allowing the onlookers to watch the fire from the other side, they waved their blades and rushed towards Murong Jiu with a roar.

In order not to be killed by Murong Jiu one by one, the cultivators in the town joined the "Demon Punishment Operation" one after another.

Ordinary people in the towns and cities fled from this troubled battlefield with their wives and children...... The sound of shouting and killing and screaming in the whole town resounded in the night sky, and it was a scene of panic.

Murong Jiu roared and roared, his hands rose and his claws fell, and the ghost cried wolf. One by one, the cultivators were brutally killed to death, and their corpses fell from the sky; Stump ...... There is a river of blood here, like the hell of Shura.

The cultivator of the "Demon Punishment" was frightened, the demons above the hundreds of shattered corpses were soaked in blood, and he was even more tyrannical on top of the hundreds of floating corpses...... He is like a Shura, more like a demon god, he kills people like hemp, he is cruel and ruthless, and his ruthless methods do not hesitate to go thousands of miles.

More and more dead corpses were piling up, the group of cultivators were frightened and cowardly, and the demons in front of them were ferocious and inhumane. Moreover, his strength is superb and his fighting strength is enduring. The crowd rose up. It was only to increase the casualties, so that they flinched and retreated.

But the excitement of killing was piled up in his soul, and Murong Jiu's completely red eyes burst with a fierce brilliance of excitement, and he drummed up the bloody anger all over his body. The retreating cultivators were brutally slaughtered like a fierce chase - the ghost claws split and shattered the corpses. Brutal Execution!

"Run away! the demon is coming......" There were only a few dozen cultivators left. Everyone was trembling and screaming, like frightened locusts. Scatter and escape.

"Whew......"

Murong Jiu roared excitedly, his long blood-colored hair stood upside down into the sky, and a fierce aura poured out of his body, rolling upside down against the sky, and the essence of the aura was rolling and surging, like wolf smoke...... At this moment, his majesty reached the sky, and the terrifying demonic aura was boiling strongly, surging in all directions, and he roared wildly in the sky, with an infinitely arrogant domineering spirit.

"Demons die!"

The news of the "Birth of a Fierce Demon" finally attracted two god-king-level cultivators—Yang Jizhong, an ancient country general wearing battle armor, and Leng Jiuchang, an elder in the Xuanbing Sect.

The aura of the cultivator's powerhouse stimulated Murong Jiu again, his eyes scattered a blazing light, and he slammed into the god-king-level powerhouse like a cannonball...... For a while, the energy impact was like a muffled thunder transiting, resounding continuously.

Swords, swords, punches and kicks, Yang Jizhong and Leng Jiuchang each learned in their lives, showing the strong attack posture of a martial artist; however, in the face of Murong Jiu's fierce attack, these two strong men still felt a faint feeling of powerlessness, as if Murong Jiu was a crazy wild boar, difficult to tame.

Compared to the powerless feeling of the two king-level powerhouses, Murong Jiu had a violent mood from his spirit, Baqi controlled his body with an evil will, and the most fundamental and only purpose was to want Murong Jiu to kill cultivators frantically, rather than a gorgeous and wonderful battle! Now that Murong Jiu couldn't attack for a long time, he couldn't try the excitement of tearing apart the cultivator's body, and the evil will in his soul was ready to move.

"Roar!" Like a giant python swinging its tail, Murong Jiu let out a beastly roar from his throat, his body turned suddenly, and his spinning right leg kicked Leng Jiuchang's sword violently.

Leng Jiu Chang changed color, he felt an incomparably huge force attacking, his hands cracked, and his body was kicked hundreds of feet away.

Murong Jiu, who had seized the opportunity, rubbed his body forward, and his two ghost claws were like hooks, grabbing through Yang Jizhong's body in one fell swoop. Tearing alive and tearing alive...... Leng Sen's ghost claws tore apart and tore apart, tearing Yang Jizhong's body in half, and his body was dead.

Cruel and brutal, Murong Jiu at this moment was completely immersed in the passion of killing, his figure flashed again and again, and he once again pounced on Leng Jiuchang, who was kicked far away.

The strength is not as good as that of a person, even if he is a god-king-level powerhouse, he still can't get rid of the doom of annihilation! Yang Jizhong's killing, the only Leng Jiu Chang left alone is difficult to support, and he can't resist Murong Jiu's killing at all.

This pair of Sen Sen ghost claws from the hell space, under the three claws and five claws, Leng Jiuchang was already covered in bruises, and his qi was firmly locked, and he always felt the danger of life being destroyed. Finally, he couldn't escape, and felt Murong Jiu's ghost claws grasp his head Heavenly Spirit, and the cold killing aura enveloped his entire body.

It's over! Covered by the tyrannical murderous aura, Leng Jiuchang immediately wanted to follow Yang Jizhong and become another king-level cultivator whose body was torn apart.

Shout...... An ice-blue sword light pierced the dark night sky, and an ice-blue immortal sword carried a fierce killing aura like a bamboo, which came in an instant, shooting directly into Murong Jiu's heart.

"Senior sister, save me!"

Feeling the familiar cold and arrogant sword aura, Leng Jiuchang, who was almost desperate, rekindled the hope of life...... Attacking the enemy to save himself, he believed that Murong Jiu would inevitably give up killing himself under the killing machine of the Xuan Ice Sword. So my own survival was hopeful.

Indeed, the fierce killing sword qi pointed directly at the back of the heart, and Murong Jiu, who was in the excitement, suddenly felt the pain of his heart...... Completely relying on the autonomous reaction of his body, he suddenly turned his body, and his hands struck together like lightning, firmly sandwiching the sharp killing sword qi between his palms;

The powerful bombardment force carried in the Xuanbing Sword was used by Murong Jiu to unload the force of the mountain. It was completely conducted in Leng Jiuchang's body...... Poor Leng Jiuchang suddenly felt the impact of 100,000 mountains. His internal organs were shattered, his face was so pale that he spat blood one after another, and his body was knocked out hundreds of feet away, and life and death were unpredictable.

Ice blue Ice Sword. The sharp tip of his sword was far away from Murong Jiu's heart. Less than seven inches. In the confinement of Murong Jiu's double palms. This immortal sword was controlled by a sword technique thousands of miles away, and Wu Zizhen trembled out a cold sword groan, and the sword killing intent emitted by the cold tip of the sword. It penetrated Murong Jiu's flesh and skin and hit him straight to his heart.

The sharp, sharp, cold, and arrogant Xuanbing Sword suddenly bloomed with a clear blue glow, and the sword qi cut through Murong Jiu's palms;

The cold sword qi, the cold sword intent, and the arrogant temperament displayed by the Xuanbing Immortal Sword were imprinted into Murong Jiu's heart, and his chaotic spirit suddenly flashed a familiar feeling...... But just after that moment, Yaki's evil willpower invaded again, controlling his main soul mind.

Fighting against the Xuanbing Immortal Sword, Murong Jiu's order attack from the body's autonomous counterattack to the savage killing after being manipulated by Baqi's will, the two different attack postures intuitively reflected Murong Jiu's non-self authenticity.

With a clear roar like a phoenix roaring in the night sky, the owner of the Xuanbing Immortal Sword, the Xuanbing Gate Leng Aoshuang, quickly flew from afar, she pinched the sword technique in her hand, and controlled the Xuanbing Sword to kill the fierce demon Murong Jiu like an arm.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded one after another, and the cultivators in the surrounding areas surrounded one after another, and the Extreme North Ice Sheet was shocked by murderous demons, they were to eliminate demons, and they were also to increase their knowledge. The cultivators who came like this, the lowest level of strength has also reached an extremely high level of ninth-level realm, and there are as many as ten powerhouses at the god king level alone, but it is such a not weak fighting force, at this time, they all stood in the distance, as bystanders, and none of them participated in the battle of "demon punishment".

Leng Aoshuang, her handsome face deceived Frost Saixue, a pair of cold eyes radiated a certain arrogant temperament; her enigmatic woman, like a fairy in the world, since she was born in the Arctic Ice Sheet a few years ago, her name has spread throughout the cultivation world in the Arctic Ice Field.

She is cold and arrogant, like a clean snow lotus, of course, she has reached the strength of the realm of the god king, and she deserves her peerless temperament. However, it was her identity as an ancient god king that made the cultivation world of the Extreme North Ice Plain awe-inspiring.

The holy fairy of the ice jade body, the fierce demon Murong Jiu, such a duel naturally attracted the comments of many cultivators; one holy, one evil, a strong visual contrast at a glance, in the eyes of onlookers, Murong Jiu was directly reduced to a demon, and its ending was naturally resented and cursed by others.

The graceful body flickered and moved, Leng Aoshuang was like a dance, she pinched the sword trick in her hand, and the invisible sword trick commanded the Xuanbing sword like a butterfly flipped among the flowers, and the azure fairy sword was like a rainbow of electricity, and the murderous aura it carried made everyone not to despise it.

An angry roar erupted from Deep Throat, and Murong Jiu's red eyes were filled with a tyrannical and murderous light...... The cold arrogance of the fierce battle against Edgeworth gave him a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't make out of his strength, he was controlled by Yaqi's mental will, what he needed was real physical combat, and the stimulation of blood splashing all over his body.

He was tyrannical, he was violent, he was ferocious, he was desperate to rush forward, his eyes shining with blood, his teeth bared, his face hideous, the sword of ice slashed at his abdomen, he still didn't care.

Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang...... He's going to tear Leng Aoshuang's body!

Leng Aoshuang faced the evil demon that came from the crazy onslaught, and there was no trace of panic on her face - cold, elegant, and superb strength gave her the confidence to face any battle. The blue aura of ice surged around her body, and her hands instantly turned blue, and the jade hands were blue, which was her mysterious technique, the Xuan Ice Palm.

Three, two, and one...... Murong Jiu came by deception, so hideous that his distorted evil cheeks showed his "not my true" madness, one of his ghost claws poked forward, and he was about to tear Leng Aoshuang alive!

Leng Aoshuang's palm was as blue as ice, she pinched out the attack technique, the space was turbulent like ripples, she raised her palm, a cold air, raging and roaring like a wind.

But suddenly, her condensed killing attack suddenly stopped...... Time and space were chaotic, the wind was silent, and the cheeks of Murong Jiu reflected in her eyes were slowly approaching her.

His eyes were fierce and cruel, however, Leng Aoshuang's memories jumped through time and space......

The snow-capped peaks are at the top, and the sound of the guqin is like a fairy, like a warm breeze, and like a gentle water flow...... The snow shines, and the wind is intoxicated and gentle.

The scholar in white forgot to stroke the piano and play the strings, and his amorous eyes stared at a snow lotus among the mountains and rocks for a long time. The snow lotus blooms and blooms with a dense brilliance, and the fairy light flows, and the snow lotus sways with the wind in the poetic sound of the piano, shaking the legendary holiness of heaven and earth with the wind.

The spirit of heaven and earth is surging to the top of the mountain, and the snow lotus swaying out of the fantasy of life in the endless sound of the piano - the lotus spirit breaks its own shackles and dances on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

The white-clothed scholar is smiling, his eyes are obsessed with dreamy colors, his fingers beating between the strings of the guqin are endless, and the beautiful rhythm is endless.

However, the ghost hand of heaven and earth attacked, severely damaged the scholar and destroyed the snow lotus elf.

The scholar's eyes are fierce and cruel...... Heartbroken, he broke the strings of the piano and buried the guqin and the corpse of the snow lotus elf on the top of the mountain, and he retreated from the top of the mountain in a gloomy state......

Disordered time and space, jumping memories.

A teenager in the Chinese world of later generations, he trembled and stepped into an ice sculpture palace - dazed, surprised. With his special physique, he saved a seriously injured and dying young woman. However, because of this, he had a life-and-death grudge with a cultivator, and his relatives and friends were strangled.

At that moment, his eyes were fierce and cruel...... He was not afraid of the consequences, and in order to avenge his blood, he traveled to the cultivation world of ancient martial arts and killing alone.

"Brother......

The eyes that moved her soul and the unforgettable memories of time and space made Leng Aoshuang's thoughts confused in the battle of murderous demons - thousands of thoughts crossed the boundaries of time and space, her heart and soul rippled, and she blurted out her sad and joyful heart.

However, Murong Jiu, who was manipulated by the evil will, only knew how to kill, his face was evil and hideous, and the gloomy white ghost claws slammed into Leng Aoshuang's heart with a poof.

In the chaos of time and space, time has been torn apart for a long time...... The atrium was pierced by the ghost claw, and the huge pain that broke the heart and lungs suddenly invaded Leng Aoshuang's entire soul - she shook and was stunned, her dull eyes looked at the white ghost claw that was inserted straight into the atrium, and the thousands of thoughts and memories in her spirit collapsed.

The strings are broken, the guqin is broken, and the fairy sound is gradually disappearing...... (To be continued......)

PS: ####故事中出现了 the character of "Leng Aoshuang", which is the inspiration of the author after hearing a lyric, this story contains some poignant meaning. She is a former character in the story, spanning most of the length, and the author gives her an ending here, of course, in this paragraph, it must also present a fantasy and mysterious oriental novel color, please read.