"In those days, you were lonely and wandering, was it soaked under his blood?Is the blood of the root on the blood fork not dry?" The dry cicada Taoist said loudly, causing the blood fork to turn around and kill after sucking the head of Xiang Liu, although it had no intention, but it had a spirit, this sentence made it very angry, and the sharp fork tip rolled up the monstrous blood and was bound to penetrate the cicada in the sky.

The cicadas of the dry cicadas are all singing, along with the moist water of the earth, the thumb and index finger are together, the red clothes in the eyes are bleeding, and the hair is scattered: "The dry cicada chirps, my heart trembles, I use the dry and cracked breath of the heaven and earth to extinguish the evil will and the moon and suppress the blood fork." ”

A condensed cicada sound appeared out of thin air, echoing on the fifth layer, like a leisurely piano sound, the cicada song just now was just a prelude, but at this time, the amazing rhythm was the same.

The Blood Fork was frozen in mid-air, and the murderous aura that surrounded it could not be extended a few inches around it, and the Dry Cicada Daoist said lightly: "Blood Fork, do you remember the name of your master? Do you remember your previous life?"

The blood fork shuddered and drooped.

He nodded and killed, and the condensed voice shrank and circled.

After the blood fork was hit by the cicada's song, a pair of big dry hands poked out of the ground, soaked in blood stains covered with rotten flesh, the tattered robe on his body was mixed with mud and dust, leisurely waving the smell of wine, the intoxicated and happy face cracked a smile, and said hoarsely: "I haven't walked out of the ground for decades, I can't see the broken moon, and the day when the glory disappears, the brothers who fought with me died tragically without souls, do they deserve to die? Blame this mountain founder, why did he cut it down with a sword? Why did he cut off the incense I inhaled?" Why did you stop me and cut off my robes?!"

His eyes rolled around, and he spoke again: "Even you have to take away the false half-moon that I often observe, you filthy people, you deserve to die!"

The cicada chirp of the dry cicada Taoist was not broken, and pressed the blood fork in his hand, and the fork handle let out a painful and miserable wail, but the dry palm slapped directly through the air, and with a bang, the blood fork was flown away and hung on the ground.

The dry cicada Taoist frowned and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The Flame Ginseng Man in the distance turned around and stopped, his eyes observing the movement behind him from time to time, as if he was thinking.

The broken man snorted, "The one who killed you." ”

His dry palm grabbed at the ground that had just climbed out, and a broad-handled ash sword floated out, and then a three-character purple smoke stove appeared beside him, and there were smoke willows in his eyes, and anger surged, "You want to take away my beloved half moon, I only know that there are broken and lost souls under the shadow of the moon, and the hatred that the sun and moon have collapsed is from the cry in my heart." Do you all know that those who died on the road cultivated, which one didn't bend over and visit some rickety souls? My month, my beloved moon of mountains and seas dissipated like this. ”

Holding a sword in one hand and a heaven in the other, the dry cicada Taoist hummed: "The dead soul will still talk about the passing years, and the retreat of the sun and the moon is a blow from the strong." ”

The broken man gritted his teeth and said, "Kill you." ”

He raised his foot and instantly held the broad-handled ash clearing sword in his hand, and roared in his mouth: "Golden Spike." ”

The Ash Sword erupted with endless killing intent, as the surrounding blood shadows retreated, and were sucked back, the Golden Cicada Daoist borrowed Li Shuishan's eyes to observe, Chengtian's palm was pressed extremely quickly, the entire earth was full of cracks, and a hundred-zhang depression appeared, his eyes were sharp, and he hit the killer first against the blood shadow, Xiang Liu took the opportunity to retreat, and the nine heads were broken and one was left

The eight-headed twist is thrown down, and the air is compressed.

With a bang, the broad-handled ash clearing sword with the name of Jin Sui buzzed, and the evil qi on it burst out in an instant, and countless lingering blood and water gushed out around it, which was the blood qi drawn from the earth by the Dry Cicada Dao people.

The palm force on the golden spike sword crushed the blood water, the steaming rapid heat wave evaporated the blood, the broken mouth vomited hateful words, crazy originally, the surrounding earth shook violently, his sword power turned into shape, the roaring golden dragon head popped out, and went straight to Li Shuishan, the dry cicada Taoist pinched the method with one hand, and slashed from the stone sword, "Although I haven't killed anyone for a long time, I have no mercy." Have many people forgotten the majesty of my fourth-layer master? Have they forgotten that I once pulled out the colorful killings just to annihilate the demons who rushed to attack?"

When the man in the remnant robe heard this, he snorted and said, "It's nonsense, no matter who takes my half moon today, I will kill him." ”

He collided with Li Shuishan, the dry cicada Taoist in Li Shuishan's body coiled a translucent large array, a total of nine angles, the cicada sound continued, when the left arm touched the dead body of the person in the robe, the stinging sensation from the inside out swept the whole body, the dry cicada Taoist gritted his teeth and stabilized the big array, although he borrowed the body of the person of the Mandate of Heaven, but there was still a great backlash.

This kind of backlash is providential, culpability and punishment.

His young soul body exuded the aura of old age and death, and a large array surrounded the aura so that he could devour it, but the three-character purple smoke furnace of the man in the remnant robe flew in, and he slashed it with the golden spike sword, and the eyes of the golden cicada Daoist were bleeding, and the colorful rush rose up, turning into a pair of big hands and slapping it down, pushing the blood of the remnant robe to retreat directly, making him have a blockage in front of him, and then fell,

Until one person and one soul appeared in the distance, and there was a thick man, Han Shixiu.

They were all shocked, the person who exuded a murderous aura was not a stranger, but a young man Li Shuishan.

They didn't dare to open their eyes to look at the bloody man, and the throbbing sound in their hearts twitched the corners of their mouths, silent.

They looked at the steaming blood sea battle and the young man standing with his black hair fluttering, raised the multicolored stone sword in his hand and killed the man in the remnant robe in the distance, the blood-stained blue sleeves swayed, the thin body held up a whole piece of the sky, the blood cloud in the sky, and the blood fork that hesitated in the air, they gritted their teeth and chose to shoot.

One person, Zhou Fengyun.

He laid his palms flat and exclaimed, "The wind and clouds are changing." ”

A roll of wind struck, the green skin was dyed, he jumped up, pinched a Xuanguang trick, and a leaf boat appeared behind him, pressed against the man in the remnant robe, and before he was in front of him, the man in the remnant robe turned his head and slapped it, the three-character purple smoke stove spewed out smoke willows, and the other palm came out at the same time, after the beat, Zhou Fengyun spurted blood and retreated wildly.

One soul, the human soul.

His soul body dimmed from clear to instantaneous, and after sucking a white stone, his figure suddenly changed to three, and the man in the remnant robe just turned around and slapped Zhou Fengyun, and in a blink of an eye, he faced Li Shuishan, who was coming, and the dry cicada Dao person made a chirping cicada in his body, rolling the surrounding clouds, the earth trembled, and the human soul was cut off, and when he couldn't distinguish it, the three souls suddenly broke into a blister and overlapped, and entered his snort.

The man in the remnant robe looked at him for a moment, his body retreated, he held his breath, and the next moment he slapped his chest, covering a bloody breath, sucking a large mouthful of spiritual energy from his mouth, spraying backwards from his nose, and the human soul was attached to his nostrils, but he was still sneezed out, and the broken shadow behind him was dim, he held it with one hand, and clicked,

Shattered into the air, fortunately, the three phantoms fell down and became the true body of the human soul.

But his soul was blurred to the extreme.

Han Shi Xiu stopped for a breath, clenched his fists and blasted out the cultivation of his whole body.

The Dry Cicada Daoist seized the opportunity and slammed the multicolored stone sword on it, which twisted the aura in the air and grabbed at the neck of the broken person, but his vigilance should not be underestimated, Yin roared angrily, and another figure stepped on, his aura was enhanced to the Daohua realm, and with a horizontal slash of Changge, he directly cut off his left arm.

The man in the crippled robe roared, "Villain, what a vile. ”

The blood fork in the sky fell into confusion, but was alarmed by the roar of the man in the remnant robe, but he did not dare to attack the dry cicada Daoist, and the pressure of a stream of qi and blood writhed, and the three points that rotated out of thin air fell on this hover, and the man in the remnant robe stepped into the air, pointed at the three points, and said in his mouth: "Half moon, half moon west wind." ”

These three points actually followed the direction of his fingers, and fell on the body of one person, one soul, and Han Shixiu.

A strong sense of crisis lingered in their minds, and they all used their cultivation to retreat.

But the man in the remnant robe does have one arm, and his cultivation is missing a small half, but he still straightens his waist.

"The man who is under the robe will be counted as a man with a broken arm today, and he will kill you in the same way. With the sound of cicadas, I knew that it was the Taoist who sang the cicadas who came back, more than a hundred years, the wind and clouds have changed, the sea has receded, you have long since lost your previous strength, and even if I die of old age, I am unwilling. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he held the golden spike sword fiercely, slashing through his wound, sealing the flowing blood, and the blazing sword surface burned brightly, and the dragon groaned dullly.

The Lie Ginseng Man landed on the tower, frowning and looking at the sky.

A murderous aura fell, vomiting blood at the armored man, and he had no choice but to leave.

The dry cicada Taoist doesn't talk much nonsense, he already has a plan in his heart, it is not enough to dry the cicada Erming, and the shackles that open the sealed seal lie in this blood fork, if he loses half a moon, he will miss the key to get there.

There must be many dangers in the secret vault, and if you can't bear it, you will directly destroy the earth, create a void, and let all the creatures inside fall into ashes.

But the man in the remnant robe in front of him was murderous, but in the dry cicada Taoist fought for a long time, he was cut off the other arm, he said angrily, the three-character purple furnace came out of endless fireworks, after being swallowed by him, he performed the last spell recited, this spell connected the heaven and earth, and even condensed the blood and qi, but was cut off by the dry cicada Taoist with a sword, and there was no breath after the backlash.

The body of the man in the robe fell to the earth.

Although it was disgraceful to win, it was extremely thrilling for the Dry Cicada Daoist who borrowed Li Shuishan's body in front of him and was less than thirty percent of his previous strength.

Zhou Fengyun dodged the sharp edge that fell on his body, and recited with the human soul: "Candle Flame Heroic Spirit." ”

Heaven and earth lit a small candle out of thin air, emitting a gentle light, and the points that fell on them were directly erased, most of their flesh and blood were shriveled, revealing prominent cheekbones, hair stood straight, and a small figure appeared, glanced at one person and one soul, and raised his eyes to look at the young man, Li Shuishan.

Li Shuishan sat cross-legged in the air, and the sudden aura made him startled, turned his head to look at each other, and a murderous aura rushed into the distance, and the villain retreated.

The sound of dry cicadas stopped, and he stretched out an arm to grasp the motionless blood fork, his eyes showing a look of contempt.