The scarlet color gradually eroded the whole white clothes, and his footsteps moved lightly, Luoyang raised his sword to take away the magic stone and prepared to slash it, and after moving a few steps sideways with his strength, he looked up at the magic stone coldly.

What did he think of from the knife just now, he had seen the magic stone, and he had also taught the magic stone, this human race who grew up in the underworld and was similar to himself but not exactly the same.

Facing Luoyang's changing eyes, the magic stone changed to holding the knife with one hand, ripped open the placket with his left hand, exposed the sword marks across his entire chest under the moon, exposed in Luoyang's sight, and took off his mask, revealing the one that looked hysterical.

"Yama, do you remember this sword mark? I just slaughtered a human village that offended me, but I played with a few village girls who couldn't practice, and you cut me off this sword, why?"

"You have a good bloodline, a good background, you are a candidate for the Holy Son, and you are high, but you know the hardships and torments I have experienced, why do you say three or four to me at every turn?"

"Terrans are mongrels in the underworld! As a Terran, you will be looked down upon by everyone, and you will be spurned by everyone! You know what it feels like to be spurned by everyone?"

"You don't know! This sword, and those self-righteous reprimands, may not care about the lofty face, but I haven't forgotten!"

"Abandon the gun and repair the knife, I have to be tonight, in order to return the suffering and torture you have brought to me, and I will also give you a taste of despair, and see if you can be consistent with your words and deeds!"

The sound of questioning spread far and wide in the night, and the magic stone kept swinging its knife, and the chain of knife qi surged into a brilliant white flower.

Luoyang was silent, constantly dodging, not knowing how to answer the magic stone.

He, Xiao Fan, like the magic stone, have no ghost and god bloodline, and they all belong to the "mongrel" in the underworld.

There were many opportunities in front of Luoyang, as long as he nodded, he could directly become the future Emperor of Hades by abandoning the human bloodline that the magic stone looked down on, and the road ahead would be a smooth road.

As a human race, he is in the underworld dominated by the blood of ghosts and gods, the situation is stronger than humans, and everyone knows how to choose, but Luoyang refuses all opportunities.

Even though he knew that after that, the road under his feet would definitely turn into a rugged mountain road, he never regretted it.

So Luoyang doesn't understand the magic stone, why he looks down on his bloodline so much, why so many people do whatever it takes, almost crazy to become the descendants of ghosts, gods, demons, and demons.

What is it to be human?

The dead leaves rattled, and when he heard about the life of the magic stone, the calm mind of the Tibetan scorpion couldn't help but ripple.

She is an ordinary cultivator who can't be more ordinary, the only thing that stands out is her face and figure, she keeps repeating the process of attachment, deception, confusion, and betrayal, struggling to survive......

Until he met Mingjun, he met the biological son of the city lord of Phantom City, the descendant of the Mingjun family.

The Emperor of Hades is unattainable, and the five emperors and seven kings are even more gods.

In the underworld, for ordinary monks like Tibetan scorpions, the lord of one side is the sky, and the Mingjun family is the god.

In order to suffer less, the Tibetan scorpion abandoned the loose cultivation that gave up his life and forgot to die for her, pretended to be an Oiran and committed to Mingjun, and painstakingly made Mingjun fall in love with her......

Mingjun has always been very good to her, but it is far from enough, the Tibetan scorpion knows that her bloodline is not worthy of Mingjun, she is just a temporarily favored plaything.

After struggling to live for so long, I am used to seeing brothers killing each other for the sake of the treasures of the exercises, killing each other, and Taoist couples turning against each other.

The Tibetan Scorpion understands very well that there is no affection between a cultivator and a cultivator, only interests.

You can warm the body of the snake but not the heart of the snake, which is like Mingjun to the magic stone.

The magic stone is loyal to Mingjun, but he is destined to not survive tonight, he is a human race, not Mingjun's brother of life and death, and he is just a chess piece to say that he is broken.

The chess pieces die for the master at the most suitable time, die where they deserve, and make the best use of things!

And what about her, what role does she, the Taoist of the mountain alliance and the sea oath, play in Mingjun's plan?

Ming Jun calculated the death of the eldest brother and the second brother crazy, how deep is his mansion? This talent is amazing, the talent is outstanding, and he can be regarded as the best among the heirs of the seven princes, but unfortunately his opponent is Yama.

One person and one sword killed the two realms of the mountain, crossed the border to kill the elephant star, pressed the demon lord, cut three flowers, guarded the Qi country alone, and rampaged the secret realm of Luotian.

His excellence can even alarm all parties, so that they can come together.

How difficult is it to kill such a demon? The Tibetan Scorpion doesn't know. After killing Yama, Mingjun can still let her live, and the Tibetan Scorpion doesn't know.

For no reason, it feels very windy and cold......

The Tibetan scorpion's arm shook slightly, firmly grasped the talisman that slipped off the cuffs, and quietly urged the mother and son to trace the light talisman and then exhaled gently, and the hanging heart slowly let go.

No matter who wins or loses, she can escape and continue to live with the help of the Son and Mother Tracing Talisman.

In this world, the big people are dominant, and they are rampant, how can the little people live if they don't fly and do the dogs?

Time can always easily change everything you know, and things are wrong at every turn.

In the past, Mingjun has always believed that there are few things in the world that can compete with each other at the same time.

And tonight, in the face of the magic stone that used to be like a gun, but now he is fighting with the enemy chief with his sword technique, Ming Jun has to admit that in a single aspect, hatred can be done no worse than time.

The magic stone was bent on killing Yama, but it only attacked but could not defend, and the knife style was progressing layer by layer, and the light and dark edges were connected.

Born from the heart, there is the dissatisfaction of the magic stone with Yama in his heart, so a knife is faster than a knife;

Luoyang danced alone among the knife flowers like a spirit butterfly, always maintaining the best posture of the knife, avoiding all kinds of sharpness, thinking of the kind old woman who stayed alone in the lonely village and looked forward to the return of her children, if possible, Luoyang did not want to kill the magic stone.

Looking at the flame demon who was about to move, Ming Jun took an elixir in his mouth and coughed lightly three times.

This situation was expected by him, and he had already prepared for it.

Hearing the signal, the magic stone suddenly withdrew his knife and said with a cruel smile, "Yama, do you remember the old woman you told me to be filial to......?

Luoyang's indifferent eyes finally changed, and he looked at the magic stone in disbelief, that was his mother!

Seeing that Yama Luo had finally changed his appearance, the magic stone had an indescribable joy in his heart, and he smiled even more happily, stepping out of the knife, and the cold light fell into the red dust, and the knife was stronger than any previous knife.

Luoyang didn't retreat again, the heavenly sword was lightly drawn, swift and traceless, and the light and dark sword light were in pairs, and disappeared in the deep forest before and after.

The magic stone fell between the green grass, and the palm of his hand held the spirit rune that had turned into powder very tightly, and his eyes were wide open.

Wouldn't the runes keep him from dying?

Why did Mingjun lie to him, aren't they brothers?

There are many things he doesn't understand until he dies! Poor, even more pathetic.

Luoyang swayed and turned around, glanced at the fire demon in the dark, raised his head and stared at Ming Jun, contrary to his usual indifferent appearance, his eyes danced with a thin red light, like an enraged wild beast.

Gritted his teeth and asked sharply, "You told him to kill?"

Mingjun smiled proudly, nodded slightly, and explained aggrievedly: "I told him, that's his mother, so what? In order to get the bloodline of the ghosts and gods, the magic stone did not hesitate at all, I said that if I cut him with a thousand knives, I would cut him with a thousand knives!"

"You...... Damn!"

Luoyang's voice became very low and hoarse.

Because he didn't know that it was precious, Luoyang didn't want the magic stone to be the same as himself, he still had a mother, and a family......

The footsteps became very heavy, but there was no heavy mood, Luoyang raised his sword and walked towards Mingjun, lowered his head, and the murderous aura was like a scorching firework, making the hairy monkey flee like crazy.

Mingjun felt that the dead night sky seemed to be even more depressing, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment, resolutely swallowed the elixir, and used the spiritual power to refine the medicinal power.

The majestic spiritual power filled the surroundings of the Five Trick Dao Bases, giving Ming Jun unprecedented confidence, and let out a mocking chuckle at Yan Luo, and snorted coldly: "Why?

After saying that, the Ming army drew the sword out of the sheath, pointed to the ground with his toes, and swept over a hundred paces away, the long sword shook, and the tide-like spiritual power lit up the entire deep forest, wandering and agitating, destroying the withering and decaying.

The deep forest is even more noisy, with leaves dancing in the sky and broken branches flying.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Tibetan scorpion dodged and hid in the forest, holding the photon talisman tightly, tightening its heartstrings, ready to urge the spirit talisman to escape to the position of the mother talisman at any time.

Cultivating the Nine Realms, one step at a time, the distance between the nine clouds is immeasurable, but the realm gap under the three flowers and five qi can be filled by external forces.

For example, the Dao method that is much higher than the opponent, such as the attack method that far exceeds the opponent, such as the pure spiritual life pill that Ming Jun just served, exchanging a hundred years of life for strength!

Although there is no three-flower gathering at this moment, but Ming Jun does have the strength of a three-flower cultivator, in comparison, it seems that Yama is at the end of the crossbow, and he can't stop this sword!

The sword light sprinkled, Luoyang slowly raised his head against the wild waterfall, his eyes were red, as clear and magnificent as a jewel, his left arm was lightly raised, and a line of sword light hung upside down on the dome, smashing the sword light in the sky, breaking the long sword, and splitting the high-spirited Ming Jun into the forest.

The Tibetan scorpion gasped in horror, unbelievable what had happened, what had she witnessed?

The Elephant Star Monk's attack technique to defeat the Sanhua Monk like a withering and decaying one still uses the palm of his hand!

Throwing off the bright red on his left hand, Luoyang brushed his palm on the face of the Yama ghost, lowered his head and whispered a few times before leaning up to the sky and laughing wildly, with a real killing machine beating around him.

The stars are faintly shining, the sky is extremely gloomy, and the Yama at this moment is not like a human, like a demon!

Mingjun struggled to get up with the broken ancient wood, clenched the dagger, and looked at Yama carefully, his legs trembled, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Glancing at Ming Jun, who relied on the ancient wood to stand firmly, Yama's pair of scarlet eyes fell on the Tibetan scorpion.

The crazy laughter suddenly converged, and there was no majestic tide of spiritual power, just an understatement to swing the sword again.

The sword light is shining, like a streamer, like a flying star outside the sky.

The Tibetan scorpion, which was shocked by the demonic power, forgot to dodge and watched the sword light fall.

The spirit rune was broken, and Ming Jun couldn't stay in front of the scorpion, so he planted it in the forest again.

The golden rune light drifted around, Mingjun turned over and sat next to the tree, his ghost face was broken, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he squeezed out an ugly smile at the stupid Tibetan scorpion, and whispered like a madman: "Go, ...... quickly"