"Shuoyang Patriarch ......"

Jiang Ding silently recited the name in his heart.

"I wonder if this person, after 10,000 years, is still alive, and what kind of attainment he has in the way of cause and effect?"

Not bad.

The ancestor of many families in the Northern Plains, the master of Zhongxing of the Luoxu Sect, and the ancestor of Zhongxing who brought the sect to its peak, if not surprising, it should be the same person.

I just don't know why more than 10,000 years ago, Shuoyang Tianjun chose to destroy the Void Sect, fill all the remaining sects in the Northern Plains with his heirs, and successfully occupy the magpie's nest.

The Six Dao Sects, perhaps not so many years ago, were purely composed of six surnames such as Yin and Hei.

After spending some time, the disciple peak searched completely.

"It's a pity that there is not the slightest clue of immortal art......"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, got up and flew towards the library of the Luoxu Sect, where there was a higher possibility of immortal clues.

Behind

A shadow of blood slowly followed, silently spreading from his feet.

It's weird.

Obviously, the blood shadow is bright red and smelly, and it should be seen at a distance of thousands of meters, but it can't help but make people ignore and turn a blind eye.

The consciousness, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the touch, and the five senses are all blinded and obscured, and they do not exist at all.

The shadow of blood spread from the feet, climbed to the waist, and then climbed unhurriedly to the spine, neck, and then to the back of the head, slowly spreading to the entire skull.

From a distance, it looked like a scarlet palm, enveloping the head of a young man with an ordinary face, covering even his mouth, nose and eyes.

The strange thing is that the young man is still flying, frowning slightly from time to time, thinking about something.

"It's finished."

The bloody hand demon Li Tu's heart was relieved.

After he was promoted to Jindan, he chose to integrate into Jindan, and the spell that sublimated into supernatural powers was called the Heaven-Covering Blood River Hand.

This is a great sect of the Demon Dao that flourished ten thousand years ago, and the secret magic of the Blood River Gate is not only powerful, but can also absorb the blood of monks and mortals to improve and sublimate into supernatural powers, and it has the effect of 'spider web heavenly machine introduction'.

But if you are wrapped in the palm of the blood jade little by little, without noticing, you will be dragged into the palm of the blood, and unconsciously, the mana and the soul will be blocked, so that the Jindan monk will become a lamb to be slaughtered, and life and death will be cut off in a thought.

The name of the bloody hand man and demon came from this palm, and I don't know how many Jindan monks of the Beiyuan family were assassinated by this technique, and they couldn't even resist.

Even, Li Tu decided in his heart that if the Ancestor allowed the Heaven Covering Blood River to wrap himself, he would definitely be able to inflict heavy damage on it, and he would be able to accomplish the feat of the following reverse slash.

Now, in the face of Jin Dan, there is naturally nothing to worry about.

"Tu Shan Sword Cultivator, your strength is not bad, you can kill the Sheep Horn General and more than thirty Jin Dan and don't let them send out."

"It's a pity that I don't know the number of days, so I deserve this catastrophe."

The bloody hand demon Li Tu laughed, and the blood jade palm that wrapped the head was slightly forced, making the head creak, slightly twisted and deformed, and said indifferently: "According to the orders of the eldest brother, if you can avoid my attack, you are eligible to be invited by us to become the third general of the blood cloud and give the name of the blood sword general." ”

"Now, it's a little worse."

Li Tu's voice was cold: "Let go of the divine sense, let me leave the divine consciousness forbidden, and be a slave for three hundred years, then I can live."

Three hundred years later, let you have a way to live, and give you the Yuan Infant Exercises, the Yuan Infant Opportunity. ”

"Otherwise, die."

"Daoist Tu Shan, give you three breaths of time to make a choice."

There was no response.

Li Tu doesn't care, most of the famous people are arrogant, and it is unrealistic to let them beg for mercy, but it really involves life and death, let arrogance and life make a trade-off, many people will give in.

If you don't give in, then don't give in.

Three breaths, in a blink of an eye, were enough to make Brother Jindan think hundreds of times.

"Tu Shan Daoyou, you are very arrogant."

Li Tu praised, and the bloody palm suddenly tightened, clenching inward into a fist.

"Then die."

Bang!

The skull shattered, and countless pieces of bone and flesh splattered in all directions.

"It's a pity that a good sword ......"

Li Tu was not without regret, a vortex was born in the blood palm, and the blood foam and broken bones splashed around him returned, absorbing the essence of it, the bone and blood of a sword intent sword cultivator must be able to make his blood palm sacrifice to a higher level.

"No Blood Essence?"

He was stunned and looked at his palm.

The blood-smelling bones and flesh collapsed into bits of light, crumbling in all directions, nothing, nothing.

"Bad ......"

The bloody hand demon Li Tu was startled, and was about to shout something in his mouth, when his chest suddenly hurt.

Looking down,

A silver-white sword tip appeared on his chest at some point, piercing the flesh and piercing the heart.

What's even more terrifying is that a vicious, soul-destroying sword qi flows through the whole body in an instant, rushing towards any living place such as Jin Dan, bones, meridians, and even hair and teeth.

"Spare your life!"

"Tu Shan Daoyou, it's just a joke down here."

The Bloody Hand Demon was crying and laughing on his face, extremely bitter.

Rumble!

His body exploded violently, turning into drops of bright red blood and flying in all directions, densely packed, numbering a full thirty thousand people, and it was like a rain of blood around him, and the breath of blood droplets was the same every moment.

The Yuanying Monk is here, and he may not be able to distinguish it in a very short time.

Blood drops!

This is the blood path escape method that he and the blood river palm of the sky have encountered together, relying on this method, he once escaped from the hands of the Yuanying monk, and his name shocked the northern plains, and he was respected as the bloody hand human demon.

"Bells and whistles."

Jiang Ding put away his sword, didn't even look at the blood rain around him, picked up the storage bag, hid his figure again, disappeared, and continued to hurry.

For him, he didn't have all kinds of thoughts about Li Tu, and he had even seen the appearance of the other party a long time ago, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he didn't want to delay time, because it was worthless.

In the end, it was delivered, and then I was given a sword.

After a few breaths, tens of thousands of blood droplets that had already flown thousands of meters suddenly struck, and there was a silver-white sword mark on the middle line of each blood droplet.

At this time, the sword qi erupted, wiping out all vitality.

Lines of white ash are raised one after another, sprinkled into the sky, and it is spectacular.

"Huh?"

It was already more than ten miles away from the original place, and Jiang Ding, who was hidden in the low altitude, was stunned, revealing a hint of surprise.

A few breaths ago, he had already slain the bloody hand demon Li Tu, and slashed the other party's divine soul and golden pill, as well as the cockroach-like blood path body, without missing a single thing.

There is no doubt about it.

No Jindan monk could conceal the discovery of the shattering sword intent.

However, now, a shattering sword intent suddenly appeared more than two thousand kilometers away, and the bone was attached to the soul of a certain creature, and there was a blood aura similar to that of the Bloody Hand Man Demon Li Tu around it.

"Means of Resurrection ......"

"Interesting."

Jiang Ding's expression was cold, and he looked somewhere more than 2,000 kilometers away.

Destroying the sword intent, contaminated at one time, immortal, at least for the Yuan Infant and below, immortal and immortal, directly parasitic to the depths of the Yu Shen Soul Consciousness Sea, is not something that can be blocked by a secret method of resurrection.

Only death.

Or, with a blood spirit holy body like Mu Tianxue, the Dao body talent is blocked.

Obviously, although the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders had amazing luck, they did not possess such means.

(End of chapter)