"Chi Lian, that kid you pulled over has been staggering for decades, and now he is making trouble in the cultivator world, and he hasn't seen much improvement, I think, I'm afraid it won't work."

Qingyun also threw herself into the wide stone chair at will, didn't even look at the old man when she heard the words, and said lightly: "Your good daughter almost killed him, bullying the small with the big, the woman is shameless to inherit her father's business, and she also has a share in the murder, right?"

The red-bearded old man said angrily: "You good disciple can still blame her for bumping into herself!"

"Brother Qingyun Dao, I think this son is too murderous, thousands of monks in the cold forest demon land let him sacrifice his soul with evil weapons, and it is against the way of heaven to be born in superbirth, in my opinion, Brother Dao still has to be disciplined well, don't go into the devil." ”

The old man in the Confucian robe was blocked by two voices before he could speak, and one of them covered his whole body with a gray robe covering his face and could not see his face, and his exposed hand was as white as a dead man, and he said intridiously: "Hypocrite, what is an evil weapon? I don't know whose ancestor lived with the help of the evil weapon?"

Another domineering black-robed man with a burly figure and a height of eight feet, Duan De would be familiar here, and interjected indifferently: "Into the devil? Hehe, when was it not my Demon Sect rushing to the front? Not to mention that kid is still my grandson-in-law! I think it's very good! You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, why don't you come up with a feasible plan? Being a mouse is used to being kept in captivity, and you have forgotten your original intention, right? How can a soft-hearted person succeed?"

The man with two dragon horns on his head, his appearance was not worse than that of the Demon Sect, and he echoed: "The will of the demon brother is my will, but I don't approve of what this kid is doing now, and it's not that he has no killing weapons to use, who dares to make up his mind to dominate it, he is going back more and more, making your little witch soften her heart!"

Among them, the white slanted eyebrows were inserted into the temples, the body was like a sword, and the eyes were also sharp and piercing cultivators, and he said in a cold voice: "He is too idle! I don't know how to improve, he is addicted to foreign objects, and he needs to be sharpened as a chess piece with some expectations!"

Qingyun's originally leisurely body suddenly pressed the man in white like a sea like an abyss, but the momentum was silently cut away and floated past both sides of him.

"My disciple! It's expectation! It's hope! But it's not a chess piece! Jian Mubai! Pay attention to your attitude! And don't interfere with his growth! Do your part! Otherwise, don't blame the old man for not being merciful! Hmph!"

Qingyun was furious, the participants were not relaxed, Jian Mubai seemed to be separated, but in fact, the white clothes on his back were already sticky.

The short old man who was fiddling with a small ball with a complex structure smiled strangely: "Qingyun, there is some truth in what the sword madman said, why not give it a try?"

Liyuan touched his bald head and smiled, but did not speak.

The young woman, one of the two female cultivators, has a graceful and luxurious temperament, a plump and unparalleled figure, she doesn't seem to be very old, but she has always had a cold face, no pupils, and her eyes are snow-white, like ice for thousands of years, and her voice is beautiful and beautiful, but as soon as she speaks, everyone here feels that the weather is getting cold.

"Nothing to do! The situation is not optimistic, and I don't know how much time I have to wait, how can I do it without some pressure?"

Qingyun took in the momentum thoughtfully, and there was one who had never spoken, that is, a female Bodhisattva sitting beside Yuan, with a beautiful face, a treasure **, and her lips opened and closed endlessly, but no sound came out, and I didn't know if she was listening.

The black-robed demon cultivator, the gray-robed demon cultivator, and the dragon horn man did not refute this time, and fell silent.

In the end, Qingyun sighed and said: "His temperament, I'm afraid that I will be self-defeating, I don't participate in this matter, and I don't know! After saying that, he looked around and left.

Duan De didn't know anything about the plans of those powerful people, and even if he knew, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, which only increased his troubles, and now he didn't have the heart to think about anything else, and after nearly five years of hard work, he finally reached the peak of the body pill.

Skipping the one-way stone pillar to the end, it was no longer an altar, but a crude statue more than ten feet high, standing alone on this stone platform.

This carved tiger head human body, each hand coiled a giant python, the lower body is not a human foot, but a cow's hoof, and also stepped on a thicker python, the snake's mouth was hideous, staring at Duan De with his mouth open and wanting to sneer.

The whole carving technique is not fine, but the whole gives Duan De a desolate and majestic illusion, staring at the carving for a long time, Duan De blurted out and shouted.

"Chaos Demon God 'Qiangliang'!?"

At the same time, it seems that he is also one of the twelve ancestral witches, right? These twelve ancestral witches don't know whether they are true or not, but it is true that most of them like to play with snakes, Duan De estimates that these ancestral witches of their time, the demon god, should not be able to play dragons.

The ancestral dragon is also a powerful existence born of chaos, they can't afford to play, they can only use his descendants to have a good time, as for whether the snake is the descendant of the ancestral dragon who has a bad reputation, Duan De is not clear.

A very serious question, it seems that the road ahead here is over?

Duan De stood by the stone pillar and looked at the place where he had no place to stay for a long time, and there was no imaginary 'Earth Lung Yin Yuan Liquid' here, except for this statue.

Sitting on the head of the statue and looking at the sea of magma in a daze, could it be that he swam over?

If this magma sea is entered, Duan De may be able to hold out for a while, but there is no guide to what can be found in it?

Duan De, who did not give up, got up again, groped inch by inch on the statue under his buttocks, and did not find a fart for two hours, and he smashed it towards the statue with a big fist.

"Bang,"

Not a single stone chip has been knocked down, huh?

Charge up again and blast it up, the red light flashes on the fist, this is newly obtained by reaching the limit of the body pill, and the red light will spread in the flesh when attacking with all his strength, it is not useless, this light can greatly strengthen the attack and defense.

Duan De has always known that his body cultivation has not been brought into play at all, and has always been used as an auxiliary, after such a long time, what has already been eliminated, where can it be easy to find the ancient body cultivation skill now?

Those later physical cultivation skills are not of much use at all, Duan De has also practiced, but unfortunately, it is not as good as fighting by himself, those skills are really good, and the use of those life and death is equivalent to killing the neck.

"I still don't believe it, how strong can a tattered statue be after so long!"

"Bang,"

Another muffled sound came out, and now the fist, which was no weaker than the spirit weapon, actually opened, the skin and flesh splashed, but the blood spilled did not evaporate but was swallowed by the statue?

That's right!

"Eh? Isn't it an old-fashioned blood dripping to recognize the Lord?"