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The sky-high blood qi on the dragon slaying platform did not affect the texture of Fu Zhao and Qinglian at all, and the pale green luster distinguished the other qiē color. It is quite consistent with the hookah-like divine light of the Taoist on the stage.

The green lotus fell, and it fell on the divine light behind the Taoist head, floating and sinking.

It is also strange to say, as the green lotus falls, the divine light behind the Taoist head is declining, but on the green lotus petals, the water beads gradually seep through, more and more clear and transparent, and above the edict, the true text and Taoist rhyme are also empty and circulating, not only to the outside, but also with the circulation, introverted convergence.

Between the collection and release, the Daoist divine light was gradually deprived and extracted, and it was all turned into "nutrients" and thrown into the Dao realm transformed by the eternal clouds.

In the end, there was only a faint trace of the divine light in the back of his head, in fact, he was completely out of the control of the Taoist, and only remained as the foundation of Qinglian's sustenance.

Yu Ci is tantamount to "planting" Qinglian on the Taoist Dao Foundation, and forcibly suppressing and collecting it with the power of true literature and Taoism.

After a long period of practice, the Daoji changed hands, and the Taoists were not only angry, but happy. Although he was still lying on the broken dragon stone, he smiled and said:

"Shangqing Yang's family, there are unscrupulous descendants like this, my generation cut it, and met the opportunity to recover, and the road was destroyed without shame. ”

In response to his words, the dragon shadow of the dragon slaying platform was terrible, looking up to the sky and howling, and the blood qi of the sky was not suppressed, turning into a blade, and corresponding to the light transmitted by the deep mark on the broken dragon stone, it fell down.

The head of the Yang Taoist fell to the ground, and the blood splashed at the severed head, at the beginning, its blood was like ink, struggling to transform into shape, and wanted to resurrect, but it has been suppressed by the blood-colored chain power that is still locked in the Taoist's chest and abdomen, and it is firmly illuminated by the green light of Fu Zhao, and the green lotus planted down is a pure method of "getting out of the sludge without staining".

A few times together, so that the splashed ink blood can never turn into an exact shape, nor can it show supernatural powers, a drop of smoke is extinguished, and finally it is gone.

Yu Ci breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, he planted the green lotus, not to take away the humane foundation for his own use, but to replace the Yang Daoist and suppress the demon who was about to move.

As it turned out, his supernatural powers made it just right.

Without real contact, it is difficult for Yu Ci to imagine that the body of the Taoist surnamed Yang is actually "dirty" to this point.

There are at least ten or more fierce demonic intents entrenched in the middle, although there are also devouring and opposing each other, but they are also basically integrated together, deriving the Heavenly Demon Fundamental Method, forming an almost irresistible dyeing power.

Yu Ci estimated that it was an ordinary immortal real person who was dyed with a trace, in addition to going mad, that is, turning into a dependent.

The Yang Daoist has been able to suppress it for many years with his own strength, and his authentic cultivation of the Xuanmen Sect is of course to the point where Yu Ci must look up, but also, as the Taoist said, he used the power of the Fengshentai to distort the long river of time, and "anchored" the time node of this place at the moment when the Daoist suppressed all the demonic intent.

This is exactly the secret technique of time, and it is far superior to the Candle Dragon King's natural ability to temporarily "twist and fold" the void change.

What Yu Ci saw, only when Qu Wujiao intercepted a certain node in the long river of time and turned it into a "Spirit Gang Sword Diagram", it was comparable in subtlety.

But in terms of the huge cost and the huge cost, it is still dumbfounded.

Of course, this is also something that can only be done with the backing of the Fengshentai and even the Taixiao Divine Court.

At this moment, the Daoist body was killed and the dragon platform was killed, and the mana of the heavens was all classified into the Dao realm, and the Dao magic power on the god sealing platform naturally decreased.

Yu Ci's shape shook slightly, and he clearly "heard" the roar of the long river of time, this silt that had been stagnant for thousands of years was washed away in a blink of an eye, and all returned to the main stream after a short period of whirlpool chaos.

Yu Ci was originally an "outsider", and he was blessed with the supernatural power of self-cultivation, and he was minimally affected.

However, on the Fengshen platform, the miserable scene like the Shura field is distorted and changed in the turbulence of time.

Although it is the backbone of catching up with the long river of time in the end, in a short period of time, there is a phenomenon of "backtracking".

Yu Ci's eyes were blurred with light and shadow, and he saw in a trance that the Yang Daoist, who turned into a clear light, fell on the Fengshen platform, and the heavenly demons and dependents around him frantically surrounded and killed, all of which were destroyed by his backhand, and in a gesture, the big and small supernatural powers were endless.

In fact, Yu Ci couldn't see his face clearly, because of the heavy shadows, coupled with the sky-high light of the supernatural powers, he could only be identified from the hookah divine light that never changed.

At this time, the Yang Daoist was clearly infected by demons, and while killing the enemy, he also had to draw his own talismans, change his mind, and achieve blood-colored chains.

Moreover, on his left hand, there was clearly a person in his hand, and no matter how difficult the shape was, he never put it down.

At a glance, it was clear that the man was also infected by demons, and his condition was repeated, and he struggled fiercely for a while, and wept bitterly for a while.

But no matter what, the Yang Daoist was indifferent, just on the Fengshen platform, rushing back and forth, until the person mentioned was thrown on the dragon slaying platform, evoking the mutilated dragon shadow, turning the knife and cutting it off, and cutting off the head with one blow.

Yes, that was the one at Yu Ci's feet when he first saw the Yang Daoist.

On Cheng Qitian's side, Zhao Xiangshan took a deep breath:

"Yang Duanming!"

"Who?"

"The last Ziwei Emperor. ”

Yu Ci was dumbfounded, and looked back at the edge of the Fengshen Terrace, the vaguely familiar head was not the "culprit" he had seen from the memories of many Shangqing Heroic Spirits?

As soon as Yu Ci turned around, the turbulence of time had gradually calmed down, and the demon on the Fengshen Platform was also killed by the Yang Daoist, and he was pure for a while, and finally showed his clear face.

Sure enough, it was very different from what Yu Ci saw at first, but this time it became more and more familiar.

Yu Ci also saw the Yang Daoist, trying to evoke the dragon slaying Taihua knife to cut down, but he never got his wish, and finally he could only shake his head, and then imprison, suppress the demonic intent, and then walked to the front of the stage, and his face had changed between his steps......

And at this time, not only Zhao Xiangshan, but even the Shadow Ghost and the Blood Mansion Ancestor exclaimed:

"Mr. Chaoyang!"

"Yang Hezi!"

Yu Ci finally reacted and was stunned on the spot.

Isn't it the Shangqing Kai faction...... The one who is?

He hurriedly turned his head, and then looked at the head on the dragon slaying platform at this time, it had also changed its face at this time, it was originally an immortal Dao body, but the power of slaying the dragon, breaking the foundation and destroying the roots, could not be maintained, it was also corrupted, and it was no longer recognizable.

But the body that is still imprisoned by the blood chain has not changed much.

Yu Ci suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and at this moment, the green lotus that was almost attached to the neck of the Taoist swayed, and it was actually reversed, and a blood-colored smoke rushed out, and turned into a strange phantom, shaped like a spider, but it was seventeen feet, and its treacherous and fierce eyes glanced coldly at this side, and looked into the sky and left.

Yu Ci's eyes were even colder and colder, and he squeezed out a sound from between his teeth:

"Zanralina!"