Between Li Shuo's eyebrows, a black lotus bloomed, swaying, lifelike, rolling demonic energy, enveloping the body.

"Surrender to the poor way, the poor way can give you great strength and immortal life!"

In Li Shuo's ears, bewitching voices rang out one after another, and a graceful woman appeared in his mind, singing and dancing with all kinds of charms.

The sound is the magic sound, the woman is the witch, and those who are not firm in their hearts will definitely fall into the Nine Shadows, fall into the Demon Dao forever, and be driven by it!

Li said that his face was distorted, and black lines were swirling, like black chains, crisscrossing in all directions, blocking all sides, forming a large rune array, to imprison it.

"Drink, Genesis!"

Li Shuo shouted, and in his chest, the colored trees vibrate, rolling and surging like a tide, scattering the rune array, breaking the black chains, and shaking away in all directions.

"Zziz!"

The collision of demonic qi and literary qi is like encountering a natural enemy, constantly colliding, constantly blending, and constantly annihilating.

"What kind of power is this? It seems to be inherently compatible with the demons?!" the voice exclaimed, and his expression was moved.

"This is a literary atmosphere, although it is not as grand and righteous as Confucianism, but it can still restrain demonic energy!" Li said.

Zziz!

The literary qi turned around Li Shuo's body, and wherever he passed, the black smoke melted, and he finally had to leave Li Shuo's body and drift outward......

Phew!

The Creation Pen flashed with blue light and rushed straight away, slashing at the Black Lotus, splitting a large area of demonic energy, and at the same time, the Genesis shook and smashed the Black Lotus out on the spot.

"When did these two spiritual treasures appear in the desolation and be able to compete with the twelve-rank black lotus?!" the voice was surprised.

"Twelve Rank Destroying Black Lotus, are you Demon Ancestor Rahu?!"

Don't say you don't know, hearing the reminder of the voice, Li Shuo suddenly came to his senses.

In his body, the literary qi flowed like a long river, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of bones, dissolving the demonic qi and blood.

"Huh, you've even heard of the Poor Dao?!"

On the throne of black crystal, the shattered corpse suddenly reassembled, and in an instant, the ancient hall shook, the bone mountain shook, the blood pool boiled, the demonic qi was immense, and the black lotus flowed, all converging towards the corpse.

Buzz!

The vast qi and blood rushed straight into the sky, the majestic evil qi spread into the void, the bone mountain disappeared, the blood pool disappeared, and an extremely heroic young man appeared, the demonic qi was monstrous, the blood swept away, and the oppression was so that time and space were trembling, giving people an extremely suffocating feeling.

"Demon Ancestor Rahu, resurrected?!" Li said looking at everything in front of him in shock, not because he didn't want to stop it, but because he couldn't stop it.

"Woo, terrible, terrible!" Han Han shouted, his black dragon eyes as jewels, flashing with fear.

"It's not a real resurrection, the poor Dao is immortal and immortal, how can we talk about resurrection or not?" Demon Ancestor Luo Hu put his hands behind his back, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I wanted to take out the body and reproduce the desolation, but it's a pity... Even though the poor path was just a wisp of the soul of the deity, these corpses still could not withstand the power of the poor path. ”

"This time, Poor Dao didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted to consume his soul power to make up for the lack of his body, but he didn't want to ......"

"Now it seems that your cultivation system is different from that of the Poor Dao, and the Wen Qi in your body is in conflict with the Poor Dao Demon Qi, I'm afraid it won't work; The path of cultivation is the same as that of the poor path, although it is necessary to transform the dragon qi, it is not impossible. ”

Demon Ancestor Rahu, with an evil smile, gave people a creepy feeling.

"Woo, I'm afraid!" Han Han's heart was beating and he was very uneasy.

Li Shuo frowned, blocked Han Han behind him, and said solemnly: "The name of the Demon Ancestor is like thunder! But you are just a wisp of the Demon Ancestor's soul, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and you still have some strength now?!"

"You're right, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the strength of the poor road is not as good as before. Rahu nodded in agreement, raised his eyebrows, and was still arrogant, "But it's enough to deal with you! Do you think that the bone mountain and blood pool you see are just decorations? This is where the confidence of the poor road lies!"

"Poor Dao is trying to see if it is your vast literary temperament, or if Poor Dao has accumulated enough!"

Luo Hu laughed loudly, the twelve-grade black lotus on his head, and the pitch-black demonic qi shrouded it, and suddenly turned into a black giant the size of a hundred zhang, and said to Xiao Li, shaking the sky and the earth!

"You have the Black Lotus, I have the Green Lotus!

Li Shuo drank softly, Genesis trembled slightly, and a page flew out, turning into a green lotus, swaying, green light swaying, and everywhere he passed, the demonic energy flew and turned into spiritual energy and dissipated.

"Twelve-Rank Creation Blue Lotus? It turned out to be this spiritual treasure, how could it be?! No! It's not Twelve-Rank Qinglian, but... But it has the same light of creation as the legendary Twelve-Rank Blue Lotus!"

Luo Hu shouted loudly, in disbelief, he didn't know how many times he was surprised, "Twelve Black Lotus, out!"

The black lotus flowed and flew out, blocking the green lotus.

"Genesis, the pen of creation!"

Li said that he shook his temperament, sacrificed two spiritual treasures, turned them into two divine lights, and hit the twelve-grade black lotus at the same time.

"Damn! If it weren't for the fact that the Poor Dao deity took away the Heavenly Demon Tower, the Blood Demon Sword and other demonic Dao treasures, and lost the four swords of the Immortals, and the Poor Dao only had twelve black lotus protections, how could you let you use the spirit treasure to bully the Poor Dao?!"

Luo Hu was shocked and angry, thinking about ancient times, he was born with the luck of heaven and earth, there are many spiritual treasures, and he used the four swords of Zhuxian to fight Hongjun and Yang Mei and others, and then look at the present, he was actually bullied by a junior with spiritual treasures, which is really annoying.

"Ahh

Qinglian purified, Wen Qi burned his body, Lingbao impacted, Rahu split his soul, screamed out, and the demonic energy around his body, such as the blood of fire, and the silver-white forest bones, continued to melt and shatter, very embarrassed.

"As a demon ancestor, Poor Dao has his own dignity, even if he dies, he will die in his own hands!" Luo Hu stared at Li and said, hateful and hateful, "Destroy the law, give Poor Dao..."

"Want to blow yourself up?

Li said that he had heard of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, and he did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest, and had already stared at him closely; seeing that he was crazy and wanted to blow himself up, he no longer hesitated, and immediately offered the Golden Wheel of Merit.

"How is it possible? How can it be the Golden Wheel of Merit? Who the hell are you......

Rahu divided his soul and was dumbfounded again, this is the golden wheel of merit, only those who have contributed to the way of heaven can have merit and add body, and merit to a certain extent will form the golden wheel of success.

Although Li Shuo has established a family on his own, his family has not flourished now, and his merits are limited, and he has not formed a golden wheel, but when Li Shuo traveled, Li Lin himself handed over most of the merits he had received to Li Shuo, just in case, and he left a small part of it in case he needed it.

Compared with Li Shuo, the merits of Li Lin himself are enormous, the merits of establishing the Ming Dynasty, the merits of achieving the emperor, the merits of the gods, and the merits of the Jixia Academy...... And so on, and so on, and finally formed the Golden Wheel of Merit.

"Ahh

Under the golden wheel of merit, Rahu screamed miserably, the Xuanhuang qi fell, the golden light shone in all directions, and all the demonic qi was annihilated one after another and ceased to exist.

"Poor Dao remembers you, when the Poor Dao deity comes, I will definitely want you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and I saw that in the void, a wisp of black smoke drifted away, and a split soul of Demon Ancestor Rahu was shattered and disappeared into the sky.

Airplanes!

Rahu's soul was destroyed, a ripple shook away, and a piece of moonlight swayed down, and this ancient palace reappeared in heaven and earth.

"Dang!"

A pleasant voice sounded, but it was the fragment of the jade disc that fell to the ground, and the twelve-grade black lotus, Rahu's soul fell, and the black lotus became an ownerless thing.

"This harvest is really huge! The fragments of the Creation Jade Disk, the Twelve Grades of Destruction Black Lotus, and... This ancient hall!"

Li said that the geese had plucked their feathers, and even this ancient palace was unwilling to let go.

"Hanhan, I'm lucky today, I got the Lingbao and added food!"