Resentment, because of the existence of strong resentment, thus affecting the life of all things, is invaded by resentment, and the body and mind will become, resentful spirits.

In the land of resentment, the slightest black gas floats erratically, eroding people's hearts all the time, and the monks have to resist the resentment, but also deal with the elusive resentful spirits, which are not fearful and hard.

There is only one monk in ten thousand who can walk out of the edge and step into the land of resentment.

A few people in the cold autumn were led by light smoke to a clearing with stone mountains and forests.

Luo Chengyu took out the abacus, knocked it, and said: "No, I was bounded and blinded by the way of heaven, and I can't figure it out." ”

A spiritual power in his hand was transformed into a black and white, yin and yang pattern, and gently pushed out, and a trace of residual cyan spiritual power resonated with it.

Said: "Senior sister has indeed been here, my yin and yang co-birth technique, and Qingyuan Divine Method, both of which are of the Mo Dynasty, can resonate with each other." ”

Withdrew the black jade abacus, drew yin and yang with both hands, and said: "Yin and yang are infinite, Qingyuan can't, it's connected." ”

The yin and yang pattern, facing forward, fluttered slowly, fell into the rain, and said: "Follow the pattern, you can find the junior sister." ”

The resentful spirits on the periphery of the resentful land have long been cleared out, and the six realms of the Three Realms and the six realms have been cleaned up.

The resentment was deep, and the rich black resentment gathered into a ten-meter-high, resentful spirit king.

Tens of thousands of resentful spirits were under its control, orderly and impermeable, blocking the monks from going to the only boundary knot passage in the beast area.

Resentful spirits, with different shapes, black gas, transfigured, primordial resentful spirits, a cloud of black gas, two ghost claws, a little red light in the black gas, sensing the breath of life.

Possessed by resentment, the evil spirit of life, has the shape of a tree, a flower, and a beast. Resentment erodes the monks, and the cultivators who control the power of the body retain all the combat power of the monks, which is extremely powerful.

The Xuan Realm, the monks of the Three Realms and the Six Realms, although they didn't know each other, but in the face of these resentful spirits, and the resentful spirit king who was blocked at the entrance of the passage, they chose to share the same hatred.

The yin and yang pattern disappeared, and several people also came, looking at the monks fighting against the resentful spirits in the depths of the resentment ground.

Han Qiusheng, with cold eyes, was frozen in a group of young monks of both sexes, dressed in orange and yellow clothes with wavy stripes.

Looking at the scars on his face, the robe of Xuanyi was a little tattered, Mo Lianyu was tied and sealed by a yellow rope spiritual weapon, and his mouth was wrapped in ropes and he couldn't speak, and the most infuriating thing was that on his beautiful face, on both sides, there were bright red five-finger marks.

Han Qiusheng, clear and transparent eyes, dissatisfied with bloodshots, clenching fists with force, the nails of five fingers, piercing the palms, falling into flesh and blood, so strong that the murderous aura completely exploded.

The figure flashed, the leg was huge, stepping on the ground, cracks were everywhere, dirt was flying, and he roared fiercely: The people of the Mo Dynasty have to die. ”

In the days when Mo Lianyu got along, she had already regarded her as her own woman, and she was so bullied, only by killing can she extinguish the anger in her heart.

Falling Chengyu, light smoke, and also angry, followed by Han Qiusheng, behind him, rushed up.

Feng Biying had no impulse, stayed where she was, observed the surrounding situation, and then acted, in this case, it was useless to persuade the three of them, to help them at a critical moment, and to think about the way back, the most important thing was to retreat.

The monks of the Mo Dynasty who were tired of dealing with it didn't know that the three killing gods who looked like crazy demons had approached them.

Han Qiusheng casually took out three pieces of the Netherworld from the storage ring, and took out three soul fire spirit weapons refined by the Netherworld, two of which were thrown to, light smoke, falling Chengyu, and leaving a handful of green jade for himself, forged, a three-foot sword.

The soul fire rises, shakes the soul, annihilates the Mo dynasty, and the heart of the monk's soul is revealed.

Mo Lianyu, who was surrounded by the crowd, felt something in his heart, looked at the three of them, and his eyes revealed the light of hope born after despair.

The spiritual power is extreme, twice the spiritual power envelops the soul fire, the more it burns, the more intense, there is no superfluous nonsense, it is a sword to go up.

A monk who was still fighting with the resentful spirit, for unknown reasons, was slashed from the head by a sword, his body was shattered in half, and his soul was instantly swept away by the soul fire.

At this time, the monk of the Mo Dynasty reacted, and was about to speak, when Han Qiusheng slashed down with a sword angrily.

A man and a woman at the forefront, like a fairy couple, the man is handsome and chic, and a superior and proud look flashes between his eyebrows.

The woman, with her skin like white jade, her eyebrows like willow leaves, her pale yellow eyes, her strange and graceful, cherry mouth, one by one, make people intoxicated.

The two of them were the first to react, falling into the galaxy, although they didn't know why, but when they saw the three of them slaughtering, their own compatriots, they said angrily: "The humble ants of the Xuan Realm actually dare to kill me, the monk of the Mo Dynasty, it is really daring." ”

Mo Yuexi lightly opened her delicate red lips and said, "It's that ghost cultivator woman, the helper she found, Luoxing, you are here to deal with the resentful spirits, and I will kill them." ”

The figure flashed, the slender jade hand, the middle three cyan, the palm print was played, Han Qiusheng felt Mo Yuexi, the palm print with great spiritual power, and knew that it was a little difficult for the two of them to resist.

Annihilation Sword Intent, enveloping the soul fire, wielding three Extinction Soul Fire Sword Qi, two energies, canceled each other.

Mo Yuexi, frowning lightly, said with a smile: "The low-level species of the Xuan Realm, relying on their spiritual power, dare to provoke me, the majesty of the Mo Dynasty really doesn't know whether to live or die." ”

Han Qiusheng, there is no nonsense with her, for this kind of slut who is born with a sense of superiority, the only way to beat her is to convince her.

In a flash, he rushed into the group of monks of the Mo Dynasty, like chopping melons and vegetables, and came to Mo Lianyu's side, preparing to cut the rope and spiritual weapon.

Mo Yuexi, covered with a layer of blue light divine armor, a spear carved with green jade unicorn patterns in his hand, waved the Qinglin spear in his hand, and stabbed out fiercely through the air.

Han Qiusheng turned around, and the same sword stabbed out, colliding with it, the tip of the spear, the tip of the sword, two different spiritual powers, intertwined and collided.

Mo Lianxi, also a Mo dynasty, is a direct blood relative, and he also cultivates the Qingyuan Divine Method, sometimes gentle and gentle, sometimes extremely domineering.

Resentment, there are too many grievances, there is no life of all things that can borrow spirits, Han Qiusheng can only get the Dao of all things, the purest, the spiritual power of all things, and surge the soul fire of the sword body.

Mo Yuexi, with a shout, on the Qinglin gun, hundreds of source-breaking needles floated in the air and shot towards Han Qiusheng.

muttered to himself in his heart, "My Source Breaking Needle can already be broken, the origin life, once it is hit, the cultivation is lost, and it is a wasted person." ”

Han Qiusheng, looking at the flying Source Breaking Needle, was different from Mo Lianyu's performance outside the academy, the former was just pure spiritual power, transforming into an attack.

And the latter, with a faint force of destruction, is an attack on the origin of life, if it is not cultivated, it is difficult to feel the Dao Law of all things.

The spiritual power fluctuation of the Source Breaking Needle is only at the stage of the eighth or ninth layer of the mortal realm, and those who are lucky feel that receiving a few needles will not have much impact, and they can explode with all their strength, causing the other party to suffer greater damage.

As everyone knows, only if the body is pierced by a needle, the origin of life will collapse and the cultivation will be wasted.

Han Qiusheng, a wisp of white smoke floated out of his eyebrows, shrouded in ten meters of soul power, forcibly twisted, and the attack direction of the source needle was sent back to, Mo Yuexi.

The soul power invaded instantly, and in the depths of Mo Yuexi's mind, she wanted her to lose her mind for a short time and was shot by the Source Breaking Needle.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the soul power entered Mo Lianxi's side, the quaint bell on Mo Yuexi's left arm and wrist, which was tied by a red rope, emitted strange energy fluctuations to block the invasion of soul power.

Impatient, Han Qiusheng had no choice but to withdraw his soul power, and said secretly: "There is actually a spiritual weapon that blocks soul power." ”

Mo Xiyue, looking at the Origin Breaking Needle that reversed the attack, thought that it was just some secret technique cast by Han Qiusheng, but she was surprised when she felt the ringing of the Soul Sealing Bell on her wrist.

"The low-level species of the Xuan Realm actually gave birth to soul power with the ninth layer of the mortal realm, and cultivated to the extreme of spiritual power. ”

The beautiful face, slightly distorted, capitalized in disbelief, four words, above the Qingyuan Divine Armor, shining with cyan divine light, shattering the Broken Source Needle.

The spiritual power surges, the injection without reservation, the body of the Qinglin spear, the golden light of the cold Qiusheng is shining, the body, the heart, the mind, and the momentum are one, the method of sacrificing the body, the soul of the sword body, and the spiritual power changes at the same time, rendering a layer of golden light and Buddha energy.

With a "boom", the monks within five meters of the surrounding area were shocked to vomit blood and fly upside down. Han Qiusheng stepped back two meters to stabilize his figure, and Mo Lianyu beside him, because of the existence of the spirit weapon rope, blocked the impact of energy and was unscathed.

Mo Yuexi, five meters back, cherry red lips, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, she couldn't believe that she was beaten by the lower species of the Xuan Realm, and she was so ashamed.

Falling Xinghe, the figure flashed, Mo Yuexi was beside him, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Mo Yuexi wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and said, "It's okay, it's a little bit of a small injury." He looked at Han Qiusheng with a solemn face and said, "He is very strong, I may have some chance of winning a desperate battle." ”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the rain fell, the light smoke, and cut the spiritual rope that bound Mo Lianyu.

Mo Lianyu, who was out of trouble, pears into Han Qiusheng's arms with tears, and said, "I thought I would never see each other again." ”

Han Qiusheng stretched out his left hand, patted Mo Lianyu's back gently, and comforted: "It's okay, everything is with me." ”

Luo Xinghe, listening to Mo Yuexi's narration, his face darkened and said: "The ninth layer of the mortal realm, the birth of soul power, the spiritual power is extreme, this kind of heavenly posture can be compared with the one of the Asura Dao." ”

looked at the two people who hugged each other, and said: "I don't care who you are this friend, Mo Lianyu is the contemporary princess of the Mo Dynasty, and she must go back to the human world with us, you may not have heard of it, the Mo Dynasty." ”

Han Qiusheng comforted him, and after Mo Lianyu, he interrupted with a smile, boasting about the Mo Dynasty and how it was so awesome to fall into the galaxy.

Said: "Is the Mo Dynasty a useless emperor, you can only rely on selling your children and grandchildren to survive your life, I really see what is powerful." ”

Mo Yuexi, falling into the galaxy, at the same time, his face turned red, and he was angry, when it came to the taboo of the Mo Dynasty, everyone deserved to die.

Luo Xinghe looked at a few people indifferently, and said: "To the Mo Dynasty, those who are disrespectful should be damned." ”

The two glanced at each other, shook at the same time, the soul sealing bell on their wrists, the Three Realms and the Six Realms and the Mo Dynasty, the forces of the sect that had been married, gave up decisively, dealt with the resentful spirits, and rushed one after another.