Tianying's face was gloomy and he lowered his head, only to see that the silver chain and copper box hanging from his waist were missing, the empty silver chain showed neat cut marks, and a wisp of black air like a polar night lingered and pulled out an illusory weak shadow, extending from one end to the other end of his fingertips.

The sharp nails in the depths of the heavens tried to arouse the black mist like the polar night, and the nails that were as sharp as the sharp weapons of the gods were directly cut off with a click.

Bright red mixed with a little dark blue blood suddenly trickled down his fingertips.

The pupils of Tianying's eyes had already shrunk into pinholes, and their pupils trembled wildly: "This is...... Demon Venerable Lu Jichen's Demon Lotus Qi Shadow!"

The cold gaze stabbed towards Ling Tiansu like a knife, and his eyes full of murderous intent and vague jealousy were carried out, and he said sharply: "What is the relationship between you and the Demon Venerable of the Spirit Realm?!"

Demon Venerable Lu Jichen, the world does not know what its body is, only that in the natal stars in the center of his eyebrows, there is a thousand-year-old demon lotus, and some people speculate that its demon lotus is the origin of the demon venerable.

I don't know the name of the lotus, only the relevant scroll records.

On the wild battlefield, in the land of no day, the demon venerable once fought alone against three thousand desolate demons outside the territory, turned lotus into fire, and burned 30,000 miles of black flame.

It burned for ten years, burning the three thousand desolate demons hidden at the bottom of the sea, along with the desolate desire.

It seems to be a few simple recorded quotations, but few people know that on the wild battlefield, the desolate demon is the thousand-year-old hegemon.

Every demon has a fugue realm.

At that time, the Demon Venerable was in the formation year, and it was not yet famous in the Three Realms.

But he was able to rely on a demon lotus to fight three thousand iQue alone!

The power of this lotus, even if it is the lord of the underworld, is very jealous, I don't know its name, let alone its origin, and it was later called by the wild spirits.

Woe to the Demon Lotus!

This lotus was born and ominous, and the power it possessed to destroy the heavens and the earth was not at all like that that a Divine Journey Realm could have.

There was once a doubt that even if it was the body of an ancient demon, how could it be able to cultivate this lotus without any damage, and also control the power of lotus fire so handily.

This is an unsolved mystery in the Seven Realms for thousands of years.

This lotus was born in the body of the demon venerable, immortal and immortal, not extinguished or ember.

I have never seen anyone who can take away this lotus qi machine, the other side of the pavilion has been established for thousands of years, and there are seven demon lords under the name of the pavilion master, and no demon lord can get a trace of the inheritance of the demon lotus.

It's not that the demon venerable is stingy and doesn't pass it on, but as we all know, this meaning of lotus breath can't be given to others at all.

But at this moment, the pitch-black meaning of that 'woman's fingertips, what is it if it is not the breath of the demon lotus?!

The sky was terrifying, watching Ling Tiansu put his bloodstained finger on one side of the copper box, and the ancient and vicissitudes of life were worn flat under the black mist of his fingertips, and finally disappeared.

The black mist burned suddenly, the black flame was scorching, and it was unstained and demonic.

Black Flame touched the Holy Land without damaging an inch of the Holy Land, and he controlled the Demon Lotus Fire Intent to a terrifying level, as if this power was his innate talent.

The black flame hooked out a wisp of living soul, and the pure white and transparent living soul was like a sleeping baby, sleeping in the holy land.

Ling Tiansu's face was indifferent, and he slowly burned the wisp of soul into a wisp of green smoke, his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a layer of coldness, and his voice was low: "This is your king? ”

I wanted to spread these holy lands in the heavens and the earth and grow into spirits on their own.

But as soon as he thought of the demons and monsters hidden in the hearts of people in this mortal world, Ling Tiansu hesitated for a moment, and greeted the group of people from the Yue Kingdom under the eaves to examine and look

, and withhold the fiery and greedy gaze.

His eyes were indifferent, and he took the copper box into his arms with his backhand.

Seeing the soul in his palm disappear, Tianying's expression suddenly became hideous.

"Give me death!"

Ling Tiansu took a deep breath, his battle intent burning in his blood-stained eyes.

The cracked wind stirred the dark clouds and swept quickly across the sky, like countless violent and restless beasts hiding in the wind and clouds to peek secretly.

The silence was only for a moment, and he watched the Demon Dao Heavenly Darkness, which was shrouded in this layer of turbulent killing intent, spread his hands in the air, and dozens of black strange vortices came from all directions.

In the whirlpool, there was the roar of the beast and the sound of the hungry stomach pouch roaring like thunder.

People couldn't see anything, only to catch with their naked eyes a huge thing in the whirlpool that could not stop in their pupils, the pitch-black shell refracted the dark light, and the whole sky emitted a distorted and strange sound, sending terrifying ripples in the invisible space.

The evil beasts were running wild, their breath was cutting and attacking each other regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies, and in just a moment, the space where Ling Tiansu was standing seemed to be distorted and shattered by ten thousand slashing lights.

A huge vortex occupied people's sight, and the distorted space hid the blood-stained figure with silver hair in green clothes.

All one could hear was the sound of sharp metal scraping violently, and the countless golden sparks and swords of the sword clanging through the shattered and twisted space.

Their hearts were beating wildly, and they couldn't believe that in such a space that could destroy everything, there were still people who could draw their swords and fight.

How is it possible to survive?

The roar of the beast screams with a terrifying power that shatters people's guts!

There was a loud bang, and there seemed to be a black mountain in the sky.

People's complexions changed greatly, led by Yang Xiaobei, with both hands on the knife, with the knife wind woven into an incomparable wind wall, erected above the head of his sister.

The crowd dispersed like frightened birds, but there were still some slightly weaker cultivators, who were half a beat slower, and were hit by the huge thing sprayed with green blood, and they were killed.

And the wall of sword wind qi was slammed by the huge thing, and then it was shaken open and rolled to the ground.

The frightened crowd looked fixedly, but it was the head of a giant beast, with two horns, and four teeth the length of an adult's arm.

Tian Ming also didn't expect that the other party would be able to kill the beast indiscriminately even when he was seriously injured.

Huge stumps and severed arms fell one after another from the swirling black hole, and a pair of blood-stained quiet pupils were like quenching glaciers, and in the boiling and chaotic plasma, the blood-stained face was extremely calm.

Four of the twelve vortices were directly extinguished in an instant, and he was covered in blood and rushed out of the gap.

Under the palm of his hand, a faint golden light like a star dissipated, as if he deliberately concealed the weapon used to kill the Immortal Beast.

Looking at Ling Tiansu, who was killing head-on, Tianming snorted coldly in his heart.

The first realm of Changyou fought against the peak of Changyou, and he dared to hide.

thought that with this breath of the Demon Lotus that wiped out the world, he really thought that he could cross the border and kill him.

It's really overwhelming!

"You want to kill me! Wait until you have completely devoured the demon lotus in the demon venerable's body, and then come back to be presumptuous!"

Tianming's hands were fiercely closed, and the eight sky-covering vortices behind Ling Tiansu gushed out the momentum of a dragon, like a dragon lying on the mountain, and the eight banks collapsed, pressing towards him alone.

After killing the four Immortal Beasts in a short period of time, the Medicine Soul Star Palace in Ling Tiansu's body was already dim and was about to arrive

At the point of disappearing, he was covered in blood, bathed in his own blood, and the body under the green shirt was already open and fleshy, and his muscles and bones were broken.

The healing power had clearly reached its limit, and the wound healed extremely slowly, and the moment he swooped down, there was a very obvious blood-colored crack that spread from the bottom of his neck to his cheek.

Celestial Darkness wants to kill him!

How could he not!

The Spirit of the Holy Land, for him, it is a taboo!

Even though at that time, there was a huge realm gap between him and the Heavenly Netherworld, but if he violated the taboo, even if it was the price of breaking the fairy bones, he would let him fall into the Netherworld forever!

Tianming's indifferent gaze suddenly touched Ling Tiansu's eyes that became ancient and quiet at some point.

His steely heart suddenly rose with a sense of fear that seemed to pretease the future.

The sense of fear was extremely faint, but it was like a shadow on the white paper, so obvious that people could not ignore it, and his senses continued to expand as Ling Tiansu approached rapidly, pressing his heart, and a fishy sweet smell of blood death suddenly emanated from his throat.

The lotus breath swirling in the palm of his hand was a ghostly shadow, cold and cold, invisible and invisible.

"Why wait until it is devoured, it is really my little mercy thirty times a day just to make up for her demon soul. ”

The cold and indifferent voice uttered a sentence that was incomprehensible for a while.

He couldn't understand, but he couldn't contain the fear in his heart, he subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly got down on one knee, his broad palm pressed against the ground.

"Up!"

The cold qi machine wrapped around the earth, assimilating the earth into the color of pitch-black black iron, and a huge black iron shield like a mountain rose from the ground, towering like a city wall!

A cracking sound sounded in the air, ironically.

The hem of the green skirt was torn by the wind when it was towering.

But Tianying was always one step slower, and a moment before the Great Shield rose, Ling Tiansu turned into a line of shadows, staggering past his body.

Laugh at!

A puddle of blue blood splattered out.

The dark clothes of the sky were torn open, and the cold armor under the black clothes cracked a chilling opening, and the skin was shallowly cut.

If it weren't for the Nether Armor Body, I am afraid that he would have already broken his bones this time.

Ling Tiansu, who had staggered by, disappeared directly into the air, and the faint medicinal fragrance was wrapped in a fishy sweet smell of blood.

Celestial Darkness lowered his eyebrows, and he saw a ghostly light shining in the sky in front of him.

He snorted coldly and slammed his head down.

The terrifying fist intent brought out a three-thousand-mile long pop and air current, strangling the clouds above the sky, and blasting out a terrifying fist mark trajectory.

Ling Tiansu didn't avoid this punch, and he didn't want to avoid it!

Deeply affected by this terrifying punch, his viscera began to bleed, his heart beat violently, and his body once again centered on the heavenly underworld, leaving a sharp trajectory in the space.

Click!

The mottled fragments of the armor flew upside down, reflecting the candlelight, refracting a prismatic sharp light.

Under the aftermath of that battlefield, everyone retreated step by step, and from the beginning of the war to the present, they have retreated more than a thousand steps.

They watched the battle ahead with shocked expressions on their faces.

Nanhe Yiqu's face is also extremely complicated.

(ps: Thank you for the huge support of the little cutie "Ling Susu", ah this taste, the long-lost support.) ）