The Taoist magic sword on the back of the mixed Puzi, as if he listened to the order, immediately unsheathed and turned into a flash of lightning, flying towards the blood-colored purgatory.

The shadow of the antique and elegant scabbard was still left in front of the fingers of the mixed puzi, but the golden tip of the sword had already swept through most of the black world and appeared nearly a hundred miles away.

This sword is a sword that is a bastard Puzi, who is the second disciple of the Zhang family's Heavenly Master, and gathers all his strength. Its speed has surpassed the extreme that mortals can achieve, and it is close to the realm of sword immortals.

Its speed is so fast, and its sword power is far from being comparable to ordinary swords in the world.

Everywhere the magic sword passed, the sword roared like a dragon, and the sword qi of Taotao had not had time to spread, and there was no trace of the magic sword. It wasn't until a blink or two of time had passed that the golden sword qi left behind by the magic sword surged in the air like a tidal wave.

The black world that was laid down by the Heavenly Master of the Zhang Family was shining brightly under the fleeting magic sword. Looking at the cliff standing from the mixed puzi, it seems to have crossed a layer of gold, dazzling and vast.

The golden sword qi in the sky of the black world surged to both sides at the same time, the magic sword had completely passed through the Xuanji Great Array laid out by the Heavenly Master of the Zhang Family, and entered the blood-colored purgatory with monstrous blood waves.

In the blood-colored purgatory, the demonic qi that can tear through the flesh of mortals surges endlessly, and the magic sword that flies by is like a golden bird flying against the wind, and the castration is overwhelmed and slowed down by three or four points.

The bastard who stood with his back to the two ritual chambers leaned forward, took another breath with his nose, and used his own vitality to help his cultivation, and struggled to lead the sword forward.

His lips tightened into a line, his originally stretched brows locked into a Sichuan character, and the sword fingers that had gathered the limit of his life's cultivation began to tremble lightly along with the entire outstretched left arm.

He's done his best.

Entering the Scarlet Purgatory, the magic sword that swept towards the ancient tree was pounced by the demon pawn in the blood cloud. or missed, or blocked, or pierced by the magic sword.

The sword of Chaopuzi's best effort has shot down countless demon pawns, and it has the potential to look down on the world's swordsmanship, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, and the demon blocks the demon. On the rivers and lakes that only care about retribution, there must be no one to beat.

It's just that this sword is not facing people. It's the devil.

The demon that this sword faces is far from being an ordinary demon. The true body of this demon is the god above the nine heavens, the emperor who rules the Three Realms and calls himself "I".

Gods and demons! Gods and demons! One thought is God, one thought is evil!

He couldn't understand why the people of the world had gone through a thousand calamities and cultivated hard, and only wanted to ascend to the gate of heaven and become transcendent and sanctified, but the gods above the nine heavens, the enlightened people above the nine heavens, did not think of creating heaven and earth and clearing the world of obstacles, but regarded all things as dogs and fish, and the common people as grass mustard and ants.

Since ancient times, the common people have been like grass mustard, and Ling Xiao has been stained with red dust and blood.

What kind of vicious heart can make such a curse and turn Lang Lang Qiankun into a turbulent purgatory?

Sitting on those nine heavens, enjoying the incense of the world, and worshipping all living beings day and night, is it a god or a demon?

Or is it that those gods who are high up are like those who are high up, who are ostensibly high-sounding and kind-eyed, but in fact live by sucking the flesh and blood of living beings?

Pray. Pray. All that is asked is a little mercy from God, a little charity.

All living beings, born as human beings, do they live to kneel and beg for mercy!

If this is the case, Bapu Zi would rather straighten his waist and die with his head held high.

The magic sword that flew through the Scarlet Purgatory had appeared within the visible range of the ancient tree. It's just that a demon shadow came out of the blood cloud and blocked in front of the magic sword...

Mixed Puzi Dao's heart is calm, not frightened or afraid.

With a wave of the dust in his right hand, he then tucked it inward, and then took out the sword finger, and slowly erased the sword finger of the left hand along the trembling left arm.

The Dao Qi that rushed to its own limit again and again made the mixed Puzi's face red, and his blood boiled, and he couldn't even continue to purse his lips.

The sword finger of the right hand of the mixed Puzi is pointed on the first joint of the sword finger of the left hand. Three times he tried his best to raise the Dao Qi to an uncontrollable level, so that the bastard Puzi couldn't help but look up to the sky and shout.

encountered the magic sword that blocked the way of the demons.,With the mind of the bastard.,Shoot straight at the demon.。

The corners of the demon's mouth twitched, full of contempt. The long sleeve of his right hand danced, and he slapped a palm at the magic sword impartially.

The magic sword, the void is against the palm of the demon. The sword roared, and the two arrogances of good and evil were intolerable, repelling each other.

The Majin looked the same as ever, and he understated it. Standing on the edge of the cliff outside the two ritual rooms, there was blood spilling from between the teeth.

Mixed Puzi gritted bloody teeth and cut bloody teeth.

Refuse to give up!

He refused to let his senior brother risk his death to save the little junior brother, and he was devoured by the demons in the blood prison like this.

What's more, this little junior brother is still the second method of curbing disasters in the mouth of the Taoist master?

If the Heavenly Master of the Zhang Family did not find the sealing method left by the ancient gods, and this little junior brother was devoured by the demons, how could he dissolve the spell and stop the demonic calamity?

If the evil calamity cannot be stopped, it will not be long before this great world becomes a scene like a bloody purgatory. None of the creatures can escape.

It's a pity that unlike the Zhang family Heavenly Master and Quan Yangzi, it is useless for the bastard who bears the immortal character to refuse to give up. There is a huge gap between humans and gods, or humans and demons.

He fights with all his might, and he is no match for the demons.

After only a few blinks of an eye, the ears, nose, and mouth of the mixed puzi were all bleeding.

After two more blinks of stalemate, blood flowed into Puzi's eyes.

There was a rumbling sound in the ears of the mixed puzi, the darkness in front of him was vast, and the breath between the mouth and nose was only the breath coming out, and there was no incoming air.

But he still refuses to give up.

He kept saying, "Spread out... Disperse... Spread out..."

He's still in a stalemate.

Just like Zhuge Kongming, who went to Shu to serve Liu and went out of Qishan in order to repay the kindness of the three visits to the thatched house. is still doing it knowing that it cannot be done.

How should such behavior and deeds be defined? Is it a pity and a ridiculous act, or is it respectable and singable?

The demon did not take advantage of the situation to fight back, nor did he swing the magic sword of Banpuzi, but was able to resist the magic sword, and wanted to kill Puzi by himself like Quan Yangzi.

In the mysterious array laid out by the Heavenly Master of the Zhang family, the two people who heard the sound of blood waves and Jinzi just returned. From a distance, they could see the appearance of Bapuzi bleeding from the seven orifices and still raising his fingers to serve the sword, and the two of them changed their faces.

exclaimed, "Senior Brother Wu, stop!"

Bastard Puzi can't hear.

His whole body of Dao Qi suddenly climbed to the limit, and then quickly dried up from the limit. From beginning to end, this process was only eight or nine blinks of an eye, and the huge contrast was like the extreme sorrow and bliss of the world, which made him unbearable.

If there is no injury or damage, it will be fine, just breathe and calm the breath. But today's bastard Puzi has injured the Dao body and damaged the true yuan, and he is desperately maintaining only the last trace of consciousness.

When the last trace of consciousness disappears from the chaotic mind, the bastard Puzi can no longer maintain it.

The dust that was held inward in the right palm of the mixed Puzi fell weakly.

The white yak fairy feather under the dust handle, if it encounters a strong wind, scatters and flies in the Dao Qi in front of the mixed Puzi.

The body of the bastard Puzi swayed a few times like a autumn leaf in the wind, his chest began to rise and fall violently uncontrollably, his mouth and teeth were wide open, and he suddenly spit out three mouthfuls of blood, and he could no longer stalemate with the demon in the blood-colored purgatory.

The body leaned forward slightly with the blood that suddenly spat out, and fell down the cliff head.