Zhuge Chen put the evil head of the Confucian shirt into the mustard seeds, looked at the ashes on the ground, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

That move ignited the fire Guan Chang'an emptied his cultivation in an instant, this was the killing move he realized when he established his destiny, and now it is too expensive to use it.

As long as you can kill the Heavenly Destiny Demon, it's worth it.

He didn't even think that the Destiny Evil would pick up a life from it, it was self-confidence, or even conceit.

But Zhuge Chen is such a person, he has enough interests in front of him, and he will not hesitate to fight for his life.

The remaining evil spirits that act as guards in this city are constantly rushing, but no matter how many such minions there are, they can only be annihilated in the killing machine that rotates day and night. There was also a dragon in his sleeve constantly hovering around him, and only a few fish that slipped through the net allowed his fingertips to tap and pop out the sword qi.

He didn't have the strength to fight anymore, and he only hoped that Wang Daxue and the others could solve the evil city lord who was about to break the destiny of heaven. Otherwise, it is really unknown what the outcome will be.

He threw the rubber pillar sword into the sky and sent it into the dragon's body, telling it to take care of itself. So he found a black robe from the mustard seeds and put it on his body, found a leeward corner and lay down to sleep.

After the hard battle, Zhuge Chen was at ease, but Wang Daxue and others in the palace were in a bitter battle.

I didn't expect that the evil city lord was so well prepared, and there were as many as three evil people in the good luck realm on the main hall alone, not counting the countless heavenly bases and those Tiansan little masters who were not afraid of death.

Their advance encountered great obstacles, and several people had to fight bloodily, but even then they still did not find a way to the back of the palace.

Wang Daxue scolded: "How afraid is this evil city lord of death? It's just enough to invite a Heavenly Mandate to escort him, and he also arranges all these evil cults that are not low in the realm in his own hall, why doesn't he bring all the little family wealth left to him by the eighteenth generation of his ancestors?"

The woman in Tsing Yi frowned and said: "Don't complain, let's say it, Zhuge Chen is facing the destiny of heaven, and if he is not careful, he may have to die!"

The green lotus seed in the center of her eyebrows was dazzling, shining down from above, and as long as it had not touched the evil of the grandmaster, it immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke.

The Qinglian Method, or the Qinglian Method, is boundless, and it is the most powerful to restrain demons and evils.

This is only the effect of the woman in Tsing Yi, if it is replaced by Zhuge Chen, I am afraid that the hall will already be filled with black smoke, and the evil will be dispersed.

Wang Daxue swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in surprise: "Your methods are really clever. ”

He alone to the two good fortunes, and still has the strength to speak. After all, Wang Daxue is also a young man valued by the head of the Wang family, and he has been designated as the next head of the family. If you don't have enough ability, how can you get such appreciation?

Even the head of the Wang family once said some heartfelt words to Zhuge Chen, Wang Daxue will enter the bamboo basket to fetch water in this life, as long as he is not surrounded by demons, Zhendao will be like a thing in his bag.

Zhuge Chen thought deeply about this, and even felt that Dazhen Dao was not out of reach for Wang Daxue.

You must know that this is the world, and the cultivation environment is not comparable to the heavens. If you can be among the great masters here, you may be able to compete for the number of saints in the heavens.

But why do you want to compete for the number of saints, this is a secret that few people in heaven know.

Take the Dao-robed young man who has become the Great Heavenly Monarch as an example, when it comes to the battle for the head of the sect, it is related to the number of saints. Otherwise, with his natural talent and obsession in his heart, it would be a matter of time before he became holy.

Of course, there are also people like Overlord, who regard the so-called "rules" of the number of saints as nothing, but there are very few.

On the top of the main hall, Wang Daxue suddenly changed his knife style, and hit the two lucky evil ones by surprise, and even cut off the arm of one of the evil spirits with one of them.

Originally, the two evil spirits thought that it was enough to deal with the human in front of them, so they did not go all out. But by the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late to do anything. The general trend has gone, but it cannot be solved by a simple sentence to make amends.

Wang Daxue's knife looked indifferent, and there was not even a sword qi overflowing. But only the two evil cults who face this knife know what it means to be introverted, and one knife can evolve into tens of millions of knives.

In any case, Wang Daxue was a little unbearable in the face of the two good luck. According to ordinary people's thinking, it is the best policy to break each one by one. But Wang Daxue only asked for that one, and after a knife, there was no one in front of him, and there was also behind him.

In order to resist this knife, the two lucky evil people had to join forces, and they did it with all their might. In the face of life and death, no matter what race you are, you will not choose to sit still.

But Wang Daxue's eyes were wide, the green tendons on his arms were revealed, he jumped high in the sky, and waved his hand violently to open up a milky white split: "My knife, you two won't fucking die!"

An extremely deep groove appeared above the heads of the two Shun Yun, and the sword aura on them was pervasive.

After solving these two evil cults that had been pestering him, Wang Daxue was finally able to let go of his hands and feet and rush into the group of weak evil cults at his feet.

He opened and closed wide, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and wherever he passed, black gas filled the air. Even if the Heavenly Barrier Evil can carry the next knife, how can it withstand the next knife that follows?

After all, not every cultivator in the Grandmaster realm is as powerful as Zhuge Chen, and he is not reasonable at all.

It's more that the realm determines everything, otherwise the cultivators at the bottom wouldn't be thinking about climbing up every day and seeing the mysterious atmosphere of the peak.

Wang Daxue and Wang Qing passed by, and the latter faced the one who had good luck alone, and unsurprisingly fell into a bitter battle.

It has only been a few days since she became a good fortune, and no matter how stable her realm is, it is not as good as the old luck that has been immersed in this realm for several years or even more than ten years. Strictly speaking, she is not a genius, first of all, except for those of the Wang family's exercises, which are extremely precious and can only be read by the heirs or elders of the family, the rest is up to her.

There are also countless precious resources poured on her, so that a young good luck immortal has been created.

I have to say that Wang Qing's talent is really good. The short man is tall, and she can naturally stand out from the crowd. But since he can cross the gap between the immortals, his talents are good, and only a few people like Zhuge Chen can be respected with the realm.

Just like at this moment, the rotten spear in the hand of the lucky evil was about to pierce her throat. is in a life-and-death situation, but she is powerless to dodge.

Seeing the spear breaking through the wind, a long sword in the shape of a lotus seed appeared in front of her, picked up the spear, and saved her life.

The woman in Tsing Yi was standing at the top, and everything in the hall was in full view. Seeing that Wang Qing was in danger, even if there was a gap between the two, she couldn't see death without help.

So he stabbed straight down, grabbed Wang Qing's soft waist, and threw her to her brother's side.

And Wang Daxue also followed, with the big knife in his hand mercilessly, directly cutting off the last good luck and evil spirit.

Then the battle became much clearer, how a group of ant-like evil could resist their devastating offensive, they turned into black gas, and then Wang Daxue carried a knife to blow it away.

"Who dares to spread wild in my hall?"

A voice came, deafening.

Then a tall figure walked out of the apse, although his expression was a little sluggish, but the momentum of that body made people dare not look at it directly.

Several people glanced at each other, a little desperate, it seemed that the city lord had successfully broken through the realm and entered the destiny of heaven.

The Evil City Lord was not in a hurry to make a move, but slowly spoke: "Kill so many of my subordinates, you will have to pay for your life! Why don't you decide who will die first?"

Wang Daxue keenly felt a hint of strangeness, and broke off: "It has only broken through the realm for a while, it is absolutely impossible to sit firmly on the destiny of heaven, this is our only chance!"

After saying that, he rose from the ground, and the big knife in his hand was raised above his head, shining like a blazing sun.

The rest of the people came first, just to buy time for Wang Daxue. Although his sword is powerful, it takes time, and it is impossible to move it at will.

But the evil city lord did not move like a mountain, and gently opened his mouth and mocked: "Just this little ability, I don't deserve to itch!"

It didn't have a sword at its waist, but he had two fists that could match ten hands, and it was just a slam forward. Except for the king who was holding the knife in the sky, Daxue was not affected, and after a muffled snort with the woman in Tsing Yi, he stabilized his body.

The remaining three people directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Fell to the ground on his back, unconscious.

The evil city lord threw another punch, and it was only aimed at the woman in Tsing Yi. Now she was not so lucky, and she ended up vomiting blood and flying.

At this time, Wang Daxue's mighty knife also fell immediately, and the evil city lord didn't have time to dodge, and was slashed.

The force of this knife was so great that even the floor of the main hall was split in half. Smoke and dust rose and covered the crowd.

Wang Daxue, who thought he had killed the evil city lord, took a long breath, but he didn't expect a big hand to scatter the smoke and dust and directly hold his neck.

And a voice also came to his ears: "Just this bit of ability, I don't need to exert all my strength, I can block it with an understatement." ”

Wang Daxue, who was in danger, released his sword qi, forcing the evil city lord to send his hand, and then he clinged to the other party, stabbing into his back one after another.

The evil city lord was in pain for a while, but he was helpless. In the end, he had to punch himself in the chest and forcibly shook Wang Daxue down.

"Die!" it shouted, and its fists fell directly together, hammering into Wang Daxue's head.

But Wang Daxue behaved very indifferently, but said: "Go die, I will have this destiny head in my pocket, but I don't know if it is going well on Brother Chen's side." ”

Bang!

The evil city lord's body suddenly swelled, and that punch never touched Wang Daxue for a long time. On the contrary, it was Wang Daxue who learned Zhuge Chen's methods, condensed the knife qi in his fingertips and gently popped it out, and sent it into the body of the city lord, which attracted the self-explosion of a Heavenly Mandate Immortal.

Although it is said that victory is not martial, but between life and death, what you want is such unscrupulous means.

At the center of the explosion, Wang Daxue was swept out and smashed to the ground. The three members of the Wang family hurriedly surrounded them and asked vigorously.

The woman in Tsing Yi stood aside and said, "It's okay, he can't die." ”

"Ahem!" Wang Daxue coughed out a mouth full of dust, and said hoarsely: "That's right, you really can't die, don't worry." ”