Cangzhou with thick smoke, broken city walls, and the sunset on the blood clouds.

In mid-air, the black-clothed and white-haired indifferent and contemptuous of everything, as if the lord of God punished the thousand-year-old city.

Suddenly, the sonic boom in the sky was like thunder, mighty:

"I had no intention of interfering in your old grudge entanglements, but my Yin manor suffered an unwarranted disaster, all of which arose because of your rebellion, and this evil fruit and others suffered by themselves. ”

"However, if I am in a bad state of mind and create countless sins, I will destroy my hopeless life, and this sin must be repaid by blood!"

"If you are old, you will refine this Cangzhou City to sacrifice to the sky, and if you don't become a Buddha, you will become a demon!"

Slowly rising into the sky, the old man in black and white hair looked up at the sky.

Suddenly staring down, two eyes shot towards the four directions of the ancient city, and his arm waved quickly with fingering seals, arranging the Great Array of Refining City Sacrifice to the Heavens.

In Cangzhou City, the wounded soldiers and civilians who didn't have time to flee seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, their bodies couldn't move, their skin wounds were cracked piece by piece, and their flesh and blood were constantly exploding and scattering.

The vast magic sound of the smoke enveloped the ancient city, the wisps of blood mist steamed, floating high in the sky, the blood of tens of thousands of people gradually condensed and gathered, the bloody aura rose to the sky, and the red and demonic blood spring went straight into the sky!

The ground in the city is full of flesh and blood, and the bones are heavy, it is a real purgatory on earth.

The black-clothed and white-haired old man flipped his gesture and stepped into the river of blood.

The roar that shook the sky, the river of blood rushing against the current, like a fierce red fire, swayed wildly.

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful sword aura burst through the air, slashing across the river of blood.

The river of blood that rushes straight into the sky is like a broken tree without roots, pouring the canopy of blood and water.

The second ray, carrying a piercing frost-white sword qi, slashed straight into the blood fountain.

The hundred-zhang-high pillar of blood split into two, and the old man in red grabbed the cold knife qi with one hand, and the old man's five fingers were forced, and the knife qi exploded and flew around.

The scattered sword qi burst out, and the ground city walls were all scraped and ploughed out of the deep wounds and ravines.

Come again! The third ten-zhang long jet-black flame sword qi carried the momentum of ten thousand jun like the power of destroying the world, and slashed down obliquely according to the old man in red.

Boom, the sky collapsed.

The city bricks and boulders that were thrown down one after another, the smoke and dust scattered everywhere, and the river of blood that was cut and bulldozed.

The old man in red did not make a hard connection this time, but used a strange body technique to avoid this black flame sword qi. The frightened old man dodged the black flames, tore off the burns on his clothes, and moved horizontally for hundreds of feet in succession, standing on top of the ruined city wall.

The smoke cleared, and the flames towked.

Looking at the black flames raging on the ground below, the fire burned hundreds of zhang square, the wall bricks were black and tiled, and the white bones and red blood of the corpse were all burned into charcoal!

The burning blood mist in the air volatilized with a pungent and choking smell, and the hem of the old man in red was torn, and his blood-colored hair rushed to the crown, and his slightly embarrassed figure hung in the air.

Staring at the north of the city, the old man in red roared loudly like thunder, "Who dares to break my Heaven Sacrifice Dao!"

"The one who wants your life!"

Before the words fell, the bearded figure of the big man had approached.

The frost-white knife qi slashed at the old man in red again, the old man did not dodge or dodge, and his two fists were about to shake the cold knife in the hands of the bearded guest!

There was a dull sound, followed by a click!

The old man in red struck his left fist to disperse the sword qi and resist the cold blade. The right fist struck horizontally, hitting the spine of the cold knife, and the two fists were instantly completed in one go.

The cold knife in the bearded guest's hand was not a divine weapon after all, and it couldn't withstand such a rapid lateral blow, and let out a fine iron scream, and the cold knife shattered into several sections and fell to the ground.

The bearded man couldn't strike a blow, and then he dodged and fell to another ruined high platform to stand, raised the only remaining handle of the cold knife in his hand, and sighed: "Fuck, I have to find a good knife again, this rotten iron is also a shoddy product!" and then threw away half of the handle.

"Yin Mingjia has been in seclusion for a hundred years, this birth has created countless killings, and today the corpse mountain and blood sea in Cangzhou City, you old man is really tired of it! Today, Uncle Ben will do the way for the sky, destroy your old demon, step on your corpse, and step on your corpse, the first stepping stone for my martial arts road!"

The bearded man raised his fists and angrily pointed at Yin Mingjia, who was red-clothed and red-haired, and roared loudly.

"Don't be ashamed, what kind of green onion are you, I don't know where the hairy boy popped up, you have a little ability to take care of the good things of the old and decayed, and since you want to find death, my Yin Mingjia's road to becoming a demon is nothing more than an unknown corpse. Yin Mingjia, who was dressed in red and had blood hair, smiled arrogantly at the bearded man.

"It's useless to talk too much, I'm too lazy to waste a tongue with you, an old thing, and look at the tricks!" The bearded man, with his toes lightly tapping the high platform, made a move to strike the sky with an eagle, and went straight to the red-clothed Yin Mingjia.

Yin Mingjia shouted: "The kid will let you know, know how the dead word is written!" Then his feet kicked the ground and burst into the air, swinging his fists like cannonballs towards the bearded man.

Two explosions in the air. One black and one red, each flew back dozens of feet.

"It's a great old man, and he is worthy of being a brave and invincible powerhouse a hundred years ago. ”

The bearded guest was awe-inspiring in his heart, the first time he walked the rivers and lakes in his life, he faced the old monster who was so stunning in the rivers and lakes, and this old monster must be the peak of the half-step virtual realm. I didn't expect that the physical body was also extremely powerful, at least at the level of steel and iron bones of the second turn of the body refining realm. I didn't use all my strength, but this old guy is really good.

In a close battle, the bearded man laughed excitedly.

Yin Mingjia, who was even more shocked than the bearded guest, was shocked and puzzled: "I have been cultivating for more than three hundred years, and I have reached the half-step virtual realm great consummation for a hundred years, and I am only one line away from breaking through the realm of heaven and man. ”

The bearded man in front of him looked like he was in his twenties, how could he be so good?

A twenty-year-old half-step void realm powerhouse is too unbelievable, this person must not be the person of this great Chu. It must be the Dongzhou Continent, the core disciple of the Immortal Sect, and it is definitely not a mountain village nofu, a nameless person.

If so, I want to explore the truth of this bearded man first. Yin Mingjia looked at the bearded guest a hundred zhang away, thinking in his heart that if there was no mountain gate, hum!

Yin Mingjia looked at the bearded guest and asked loudly: "Boy, report the name of the mountain gate, the old man can spare you from dying!"

The bearded man standing on the city wall smiled playfully: "If you really want to know Uncle Ben's name, then I'll tell you! You old man pricked up your ears and let Uncle Ben listen to it! I have a single surname of 'Ba', and I am the eighth in the family! You just call me 'Baba'." ”

The bearded guest on the city wall was still gesturing with his hand in the void, for fear that the old man would not know the word 'ba'.

Yin Mingjia fell into confusion and thought, and involuntarily muttered in his mouth: "Baba, Baba!"

After thinking about it, I had never heard that there was a family with the surname Ba in Dongzhou, or a strong person with the surname Ba, so he shook his head suspiciously.

At this moment, the bearded man on the opposite side said with a smile: "Hey, good son! It's useless to call your father, you are a three-hundred-year-old old Wang Ba, I'm afraid that if you become your father, it will be a big loss!"

The bearded guest was helpless and a little unhappy, and sighed.

If you were really called dad by this three-year-old old Wang Ba, it would be really uncomfortable, and then he shouted: "Lao Wang Ba's father, what is that? Wang Ba Ancestor! haha!"

Yin Mingjia, who was still thinking about it, suddenly heard that the bearded guest was teasing and insulting himself, and he was immediately angry and no longer thought about what kind of immortal disciple this kid was, such a rude junior, only by abusing and killing him could he get rid of his hatred.

Yin Mingjia, who was red-clothed and blood-haired, roared and roared with his fist, rushing towards the black-clothed bearded guest.

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