The black battleship was stained red by the splash of blood, and the monks of Xihua City, one after another, fell silently, and their souls appeared, because of the spirit array, they could not sense the heavenly way to lead reincarnation.

The killer used his spiritual power to make their souls scatter, and Ao Feng punched out a palm, shaking the killer away and retracting his soul.

Ao Ziyi was furious, looking at the monks of Xihua City who died in front of him, but they couldn't do anything.

He roared angrily: "Uncle, why don't you take action?

Ao Feng said: "Ziyi, if you want to be the lord of a city, you must kill decisively, your anger is nothing in the eyes of these killers." ”

"Keep their souls alive, and there will be a chance to reincarnate. I don't care about the lives of others, you and Qi Kun, Xiaoxiao I can guarantee that there is no worry about life. ”

"Unleash your anger to your heart's content! This kind of growth is what the old city lord wants to see the most. ”

Ao Ziyi, who lost his mind for a short time, couldn't help but start asking himself, "Are the lives of these monks really like mustard?"

The young Ao Ziyi, who had never met his parents, grew up in the company of the old city lord.

recalled the words of the old city lord, "Ziyi, you have lived a carefree life since you were a child, and your grandfather is reluctant to let you experience the feeling of passing by with life and death." ”

"But it backfired, I have lived for tens of thousands of years old, and there is not much time, once I die, Xihua City will become the target of everyone. ”

"I hope that one day, you will be able to transform into a qualified city lord. ”

Qi Kun roared angrily: "Ao Ziyi, what are you still in a daze, more and more people are dying, don't you have any consciousness at all?"

Ao Ziyi was woken up by Qi Kun's words and said: "Brother Han, life and death are life and wealth, and these killers must die." ”

A brush was held in the hand by Ao Ziyi, the pen barrel was black and silky, the spirit pattern was shining, the pen head was white, and there was a faint sound of the roar of a beast.

Han Qiusheng, who beat an intermediate killer with one punch, was torn apart, and his flesh and blood flew sideways, and he said apologetically: "I was moved by the momentum of these killers living and dying together just now, and I was too naïve to want to spare their lives." ”

Ao Ziyi didn't mean to blame Han Qiusheng, he knew that under the protection of Xihua City, most of these monks lived a leisurely life.

Although there is a battle, it is just a competition, and the battle of life and death in the ring is insignificant in Xihua City, and there is no contract of life and death, as long as one party surrenders, it will be over.

The prestige of the old city lord kept them away from the flames of war, made them free and lazy, and made them forget how to go on the path of cultivation better.

In this case, if you haven't woken up, you deserve to die.

A beautiful piece of music sounded, and purple sound stripes, suspended in the air, filled the entire battleship, and the sound stripes seemed to have eyes, bypassing the killer and submerging into the ears of the Xihua City monks.

The killer also suddenly disappeared at this time, the purple sound pattern was like a magic sound, and in addition to being tired of resisting, the blood-red mist affected the spiritual will.

Except for a few, all the monks of Xihua City went berserk and began to kill each other and make a mess.

Ao Feng still didn't stop it, sighed and said to himself: "Ziyi, don't blame us, if you want to achieve the road of the emperor, you must have the heart of the exclusive respect above ten thousand people." ”

Ao Ziyi didn't expect Ao Feng to help him, combined with what the old city lord said back then, he had already guessed what they wanted to do.

With a wave of his left hand, a wordless white paper was in his hand, and his middle finger and index finger clamped the white paper, and threw it into the air, and more than 30 pieces of white paper were conjured, surrounding Ao Ziyi.

Raise his right hand, use the spiritual power, and inject the painting beast spirit pen in his hand, and the black lines on the pen body shine.

Spiritual power flows into the white hair of the pen head, and on the white hair of the pen head, there is a beast-shaped phantom of a white bird, and the bird "chirps", calling non-stop, and every chirp has the effect of concentrating and calming the mind.

Ao Ziyi, a stroke on the white paper, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, stroke by stroke, flowing water.

It seems to be slow, but between three breaths, more than 20 pieces, the Tranquility Rune, were drawn by Ao Ziyi.

The tip of the pen is placed on one of the runes, and the other runes are arranged neatly and cooperatively.

Ao Ziyi waved it away with all his might, and the spirit rune flew away, sticking to the back of every Xihua City monk, and the spirit rune flashed with a spiritual light, and the monks stopped killing each other.

The bloodshot eyes began to fade little by little, and the charm of the soul who was standing ten meters away did not stop because of a spirit rune.

With a quick press of two fingers, the purple bamboo flute at the corner of the mouth, eight flute holes, and purple sound patterns floating out, the light is blazing.

The spirit rune attached to the monk's back flickered, and it made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Seeing this, Han Qiusheng crossed the world Buddhist scriptures, the fifth heaven, the pure heart day, the pure heart mantra, and combined with the sixth heaven, the Buddhist scripture day, and the swastika to remove the spell.

Oral chanting of Buddhist scriptures, helping Ao Ziyi's painting of the quiet talisman to clear the heart and remove the spell, turned into a way, the swastika imprint, and the purple sound pattern, intertwined and collided.

The purple sound pattern played by the charm mind is even more difficult to break through the barrier of the Buddhist scriptures, let alone affect the spiritual will.

With the sound of soul power, the killer came again, and the three mid-level killers were all new to the spiritual realm.

Concealing the breath, silently, sneaking in the cold autumn life, two meters away, ready to kill with one blow.

Han Qiusheng was still chanting Buddhist scriptures, but the release of soul power never stopped, and said secretly: "There are three killers sneaking around me, and the breath is too hidden, if you don't make a move, I will force you to make a move." ”

Charming and knowing the heart, the whole body exudes purple aura, the purple gold bamboo flute, and the purple sound pattern floating out, flowing extremely fast, impacting the Buddhist scriptures.

She wanted to put pressure on Han Qiusheng, expose flaws, and create opportunities for the three killers to make a move.

In the cold autumn birth, the power of the Buddha voice was sharply reduced, and the flaws were deliberately exposed, and the three of them lurked, saw the opportunity, and shot at the same time.

The three of them made the same move, they all held a blood-red dagger in their right hands, and the dagger exuded blood-colored killing intent.

Lurking in the dark, Han Qiusheng can't do anything about the three of them, once he makes a move, he will be perceived clearly by the soul power.

Stop chanting the Buddhist scriptures, take out the Cold Light Xuanying Sword, extinguish the sword intent, cover the sword body, turn into a storm of sword qi, and sweep in all directions.

Han Qiusheng jumped and said, "Mercy cut." "A ray of true affection is there, pity the suffering of the world, and pity the good and evil of all beings.

In the front right, a killer exuded blood-red killing intent with a dagger in his hand, resisting the storm of sword qi.

I can't see Han Qiusheng, but I can listen to it, breathe and heartbeat, energy fluctuations, and feel Han Qiusheng's movements.

With a shock of luck, the cloak that covered his body fell off, and a mouthful of spiritual blood spit out, condensing into a blood-red dart, breaking through the air and killing Han Qiusheng.

Han Qiusheng, a sword slashed, the momentum was like a bamboo, the blood-red dart was shattered in an instant, and even the person with a dagger was split in half vertically.

If a man has the heart to kill me, how can I spare his life? The killer's soul appeared, Han Qiusheng did not let his soul fly away, since the person is dead, the soul is useless, and it is insignificant whether it is extinguished or not.

The sword qi storm was cracked by two other killers, and after realizing that his companion had been killed, the killer chose to continue to lurk.

Under the perception of Han Qiusheng's soul power, the monk of Xihua City had already regained his senses, his body flashed, and he ran towards the source of the flute.

Mei Zhixin stopped, played the bamboo flute, knew that Han Qiusheng, rushed towards him, transmitted the sound with soul power, and said: "Han Qiusheng, come to me, you are lurking in secret, I personally forced him to reveal his flaws." ”

The blood-red mist was still thick, and the two of them were less than three meters apart, and they did not fight each other with their soul power, but sensed each other's position.

Han Qiusheng said: "Surrender now, I can beg Xihua City to spare your lives." ”

Mei Zhixin, with a sweet voice, with a hint of confusion, said with a smile: "Han Qiusheng, do you know how much cultivation resources your own are worth?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that the Instrument Sect promises a lot of money, and your life will be even red, and the Spirit Tribulation Realm will be red-eyed. ”

Han Qiusheng sneered: "I'm afraid that you won't die, and you will cultivate with these cultivation resources." ”

Raising the sword in his hand, he swirled and stirred, and the blood-red mist was rolled into a ball, and he saw it clearly for a short time, after the charm knew his heart.

Han Qiusheng, a sword stabbed directly, and the blood-red mist was driven by the extinction sword intent and turned into a sword-shaped mist.

Charming Zhixin, the body is like a ghost phantom, and it is easy to dodge, sword-shaped mist.

Running spiritual power, cultivation is explosive, the ten layers of spiritual power in the mortal realm are extreme, and the spiritual power is endless, injected into the bamboo flute in his hand.

The purple gold bamboo flute, when no one was playing, automatically flew out, with several sound lines, attacking Han Qiusheng, using the bamboo flute as a sword, and stabbing straight out.

Han Qiusheng completely released the true love sword intent, filled the sword body, swept the sword, and dissolved the flying sound lines.

With the spiritual power of the sword, the sword automatically rotated, rolling up the surrounding blood-red mist, and the sword and flute collided, and the blood-red mist was shocked back ten meters.

Suddenly, in all directions, more than a dozen killers rushed out, raised their daggers, and wanted to strike, but the result was cold.

More than 20 spirit runes flew in, surrounding Han Qiusheng in a circle, and surrounded them together with the charm of the heart.

On the spirit rune, a shield appeared, and more than twenty spirit runes, connected to each other, turned into a spiritual shield, enveloping the two of them, and the killer's attack was temporarily blocked.

In the cold autumn birth, when he went to find the charm of the soul, he used his soul power to transmit the sound to Ao Ziyi, and this is the scene where Ao Ziyi drew spirit talismans to help.

Mei Zhixin, delicate hands, trembled, and said secretly: "How can it be so strong, it is also extremely spiritual, is the Three Poles Realm stronger than my Twin Pole Realm?"

Born in the cold autumn, the whole body is shining with golden light, and the little hair that grows in two months is also rendered with a layer of golden light.

The immortal golden body is opened, and the cold autumn is like a golden arhat, domineering and majestic.

With the blessing of the power of the flesh, there is no cultivation, and the flesh is extremely charming, difficult to resist, drenched in sweat, and there are some traces of wetness.

Han Qiusheng shouted, true love sword intent, scattered the spiritual power of the bamboo flute, the bamboo flute in the hand of the charm Zhixin fell to the ground, took a few steps back, crashed into the spiritual power shield, and the cloak was also washed off by the sword intent.

Dressed in a purple light veil, the enchanting and charming posture is vividly displayed, with purple hair scattered over his shoulders and a pair of purple eyes, which is extremely bewitching.

The skin that can be broken by blowing is like a cold winter snow, and the face is as beautiful as a fairy, and it is gorgeous.

Han Qiusheng, a little distracted, charming, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

Han Qiusheng came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Such a beautiful girl, she is actually a killer who kills decisively, it's really unimaginable!"

Mei Zhixin, lightly raised his jade hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's unimaginable, there are many things you haven't thought of, you are the only man who has seen my true face after I became a killer, so you must die." ”