The sky is colorful and bloody, the white clothes attack people, the blowing island wind gradually moistens and breaks the wounds, the colorful glow wraps the white bone sword inside, kneeling on the ground and praying for the spirit god trembling, the ethereal sword flowers are scattered, and the dozens of peaks and dozens of repairs all exert their strength, using all the cultivation to kill the demon bird, striding to the ground, jumping up and going straight to the bone sword.

The white-clothed man walked out in the blur of the colors, as a shadow, holding the sword with slender fingers, the meaning of the dragon was broken, there was remorse for death in his eyes, he glanced at the sacrificial spirit behind him, silently put the sword face horizontally, and with a wave of his sleeves, several monks of Zhufeng directly retreated and sprayed blood wildly, and the solo dance was confused, his eyes were blood-stained, and he crashed down the mountain, silent.

The priest spirit behind him knelt on the ground, looked excited, and said, "Man in white, I haven't seen you for decades. In this catastrophe, the demonic aura is weak, and in order to resist the killing of the monks of Taibei Mountain, you have to use up your only remaining opportunity to awaken. I am afraid that I will never see each other again. ”

The white-clothed phantom looked dazed, a little longing for the moment he held the sword, but he couldn't think of anything, closed his eyes tightly, when he opened them, there was more understanding in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the dark sword man in the sky, the bone sword waved, and turned to his side, the dark sword man stared, and just wanted to leave the original position, he was cut off by a sudden sword shadow, exhaled his breath, and said secretly: " The man in white was dressed in white, and the seventy-four white chess pieces in his hand were said to have been refined into a bone spear, and now they have become a bone sword, is it a disguise, and the one who told me the news, the Blue Maple Cave Lord lied to me? ”

He finally dodged the sword shadow, the eyes of the white-clothed phantom crossed his eyes, goosebumps rose all over his body, and the next moment, he was swept by a bone sword, falling on the sea in the distance, the sea surface was flooded with hundreds of feet, the sword man wailed, the sword in his hand blocked with the figure, he couldn't pull the fight, took a secret talisman from his body, pasted it in front of his eyes, slapped the blood in his mouth, spit it into the talisman surface, turned into a whirlwind and paused, who knows, this sword shadow arrived again, and smashed his horns.

He was covered in cold sweat and gasped.

"This method of killing people does not give people the slightest respite, how can I wait to meet it? I can't die, I can only enter the island and threaten the demon. I have seen it in "The Fragment of the Secret Law", this kind of calligraphy is a phantom clone that shattered when he entered the realm of mortal division, but his body itself is dead. ”

"Seeing that ferocious sword without breathing, his consciousness is cold and innocent, and he will return to dust in half an hour at most. Then I'll have a strategy. ”

He landed on the demon island, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, the sword shadow came instantly, the sword man hurriedly withdrew his hand, slammed through the hill, the white-clothed phantom looked at him for a moment, looked back and raised his hand, without dragging mud and water, frightened his eyes trembling, hurriedly retreated and crushed a secret talisman, distressed, and fled away, straight to the bloody triangular demon beast, a white tong little demon.

He grabbed a demon body, stepped back, and threatened ruthlessly: "If you make another move, I will kill him, don't you want the demon island to be passed on?

Who knows, this white-clothed phantom did not hesitate, a bone sword sword shadow cut out, directly cut through the Baitong little demon, at that moment, the strong aura of death spread, the sword man put the big sword illusion in front of him, grinding out a clear sword mark, dented more than half an inch, he wanted to cry without tears, he didn't think this bone sword was so strong, scolded: "Lanfeng Cave Master, you lie to me, if I go back alive, I will definitely smash your cave." ”

He went straight to the head of Xiaobai Mountain, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and there was a blood mark in the center of his eyebrows, which was uncovered by him, and the blood light deducted was pervasive, scattered in the distance, irradiating the hands and feet of the white-clothed phantom, and instantly froze, but two breaths broke open, struggling to chase it.

He arrived in front of the sacrificial spirit, grabbed its neck, and said fiercely: "The man in white, look, this is the sacrificial spirit you are most concerned about, right?"

The white-clothed phantom stopped, his eyes struggling, as if he was smiling, as if he was sketching out his own memories, but he couldn't think of anything.

The tears of the sacrificial spirit are swaying, a huge demon like a person with deep meaning, its teeth are like a bowl, the mouth is slightly exposed, the clothes on the body are flying, sliding down and drifting away, it spits out human words: "There is a demon island only by the gift of the man in white, you are on the demon island, you are dead on the demon island, how can you not sit under the camphor tree, tell me, where there is no confidant at the end of the world, why care about demons and people." ”

"The coveted milk demon, swallowing mountain after mountain, tells me that taking care of your own demon island is the greatest blessing. In the end, I witnessed it being slashed to death by Sanxiu, its body split into two, and the long-awaited mouth whale swallowed it and became a new generation of demon kings. ”

"I watched Sanxiu enter the deep sea, enter one mysterious area after another, and finally go crazy and leave, I saw people from Taibei Mountain coming, holding a blood-spewing demon head in their hands to show off. The realm on which we live will always attract the coveting of the greedy. I am ashamed of you today, and I am sorry for the demons of Demon Island. ”

It knelt on its knees and closed its eyes, its breath a little ragged.

"I have lived for hundreds of years, living by the mystery given by this white man, but the time has come, and there is always something new to replace the old, and I am ready to go with the man in white. The ancient demon clan sacrifice spirits, I am the last generation, and now they are gathered in the mountains and seas. ”

The Stygian Sword Man put away his sword, stepped back, his eyes showed horror, and scolded: "Crazy, crazy." ”

The bone sword in the hand of the white-clothed phantom erupted with white light, seventy-four bone spurs turned, stepping murderously, the sword in the hand of the sword man in the hand of the sword man after each block, there was an extra mouth, spit blood, it fled, was cut off by a sword, fell into the sea, he was out of breath, swallowed the seawater, the breath in the middle of the Dao Transformation Realm on his body exploded, holding the sword in one hand, pinching his snort again, staring with both eyes, and fighting hard.

When jumping out of the sea, the breath condensed in the strength of the late stage of the Daohua Realm in a blink of an eye, and with a wave it was a yellow light, condensing the sea with cold ice, slashing away, the distant white-clothed phantom dimmed, and with a wave of the bone sword behind him, countless white-clothed people exposed their corpses, stepped away, dispersed and condensed, and became a sword blade, cutting through the yellow light, snapping, the dead breath of the Stygian Sword Man came, slapped his body, gasped, and called for help: "Who will save me?"

A brown figure attacked in the distance, it was holding a gray sword, and the three white roses on its body were extremely delicate, grabbing the man in white, revealing a yin and evil aura, and said loudly: "Save you below." ”

The figure of the man in white was dim, stretched out his hand and patted it, the bone sword shattered, becoming seven seven and forty-nine white chess paths, the dark sword in the hand of the dark sword man fell under him, and under the top of it, nine three-inch small swords appeared out of thin air, each of which had a yellow aura, surrounded the body, and hurriedly escaped.

He didn't expect the man in white to be so strong, worthy of being a person who failed to enter the mortal realm, but the facts have been decided, and it is important to save his life.

When the gray-brown robed old man arrived, his eyes turned white, and his mouth was hoarse: "Sanhua, a peep." ”

He plucked the three white roses from his robe, threw them in front of him, turned into a sea of flowers, he stood in the center of the flower, stretched and bit a nail-sized petal, swallowed into his stomach, the gray-brown robe on his body instantly condensed, filled with the fragrance of flowers, he was like a flower lord in the painting, brushed his sleeves to visit, smiled.

In the sea of flowers, the rose petals are no longer spreading all the time, his whitening is serious, there are many petals emerging, raise his finger and point ruthlessly, these seven seven forty-nine folds across the left and right, each has a white chess piece, the thumb is big, round and full, the white chess piece closest to the old man, cracked with a bang, and the power produced is enough to destroy a tall mountain, his chuckling face is cautious.

Behind the old man, a touch of white paper undulated, supporting the wind.

When I looked at the back, I found that there was a shadow clinging to the robe, which was not indecent, and there was a feeling of hot sweat soaking through the back.

The white-clothed phantom moved left and right, forming a chess game after a hundred steps, and the tiger was like an arc

The shape of the line, the dream snake swallows the meat, the silver-colored little turtle bites the chess pieces with a greedy mouth, moves the chess game at the mercy of the chess game, the white light that covers the flaws rises from the side of the chessboard, and kills the old man who dances the petals in the sea of flowers, the light is pervasive, and the speed in the sea of flowers is deduced with ordinary eyes, and it falls into the quagmire alive, turning into fertilizer to amplify the power of flowers.

The old man's petal-colored eyes were blazing, and he said: "Bai Yi, you are a class of ancient scattered cultivators, you should have left or disappeared a long time ago, and you still left a phantom clone to hide on this island, is it selfish? This turned into a bone spear, and then smelted into a bone sword, and finally sought the seventy-four chess games as the prototype, and what can you do with me? It seems that you have expected that more powerful monks will come in the future and destroy your place of belonging?"

He smiled evilly again: "You were looking for an opportunity to step into the mortal realm, you must have seen something you didn't want to see, those old things are crazy, and you are normal, mysteriously hiding, I know that you must not be dead." What are you doppelganger?"

The white-clothed phantom was not affected by the old man's words at all, guiding the chess game to swallow the tiger, and the white beast hiding in his hand also opened his eyes, holding a white stone in his mouth, and after spitting it out, it turned into a mountain, which pressed in the old man's sea of flowers, the old man laughed and talked, since this time, the solo dance that fell under the mountain struggled to get up, looking for a companion, Li Shuishan carried the man on his back and stepped on the top of the mountain, and the middle-aged man with disordered breath looked at the man in the sea of flowers and muttered: "Ink bosom friend, Dao, Flower and Soil Daoist." ”

Li Shuishan's eyes stared, and he had a strong sense of crisis.

More than a dozen Zhufeng monks, four died, and there were less than ten people left, holding spears and spears with bloodstained spear beasts on the top of the small white mountain, looking at the dead sacrifice spirit, kneeling on one leg, in order to show respect, it had already seen the flying bone sword, the obsession in his heart was not this, but to lead the clan to fight, seeking an ultimate spiritual condensation, this courage is the basis of their long-term survival.

They looked at Li Shuishan and a few people in a row, turned around and stepped down the mountain, not knowing where to go.

Only dancing solo and shaking his body, the pain was extreme, looking at the figure in the sea of flowers, some gave hope, and said: "The ink bosom friend is a legend of Mount Everest, he previously entered the mountains and seas by himself, seeking self-liberation, and the place where the mountain was taken is also a cave mountain of Mount Everest, and there will be some wonderful piano sounds coming out every night. ”

"It's just that this person doesn't easily meddle in anything in Zhufeng, and at this time, he may pass by here, and if he hears us, we are saved. The solo dancer looked joyful, and didn't notice Li Shuishan's frowning brows at all.

In the past, he would not have expected anything to happen, this time there was an extremely strong premonition, just like the rapid heartbeat during the previous war, he wanted to tell the eye-piercing man, solo dance, some things that the master said, before he could speak, a hazy breath appeared on the demon island, the breath was mottled and messy, and the four-fingered demon rui raised his hand to kill the flower soil Taoist in the sea of flowers.

All the chess pieces were forced to disperse by the Hua Tu Dao people, the killing power of the flower sea was strong, he walked out more than a dozen steps, the seventy-four roads of the chessboard were shattered, smiled and crossed the sword, cut open with a sword, stretched out his palm and grabbed it at the white-clothed phantom, and said sarcastically: "A new generation is better than the old, you will return to dust!"

The white-clothed phantom turned to dust, and the wind fell on the sea.

The sea of flowers beneath him dissipated, and he said, "You must not be dead." ”

His eyes looked at the demon island, and he threw a punch at the four fingers, and the fist power was surrounded by plum blossoms, directly repelling the demon rui, lying down miserably, silent, he glanced at the demon clan and the human race, and finally stopped at a few people on the mountain, and walked down with a smile.

Solo dance and respectful worship of several people.

Very excited.

Li Shuishan's heart was frightened, and his face was nervous.