Bang!

Wang Qingyuan shook his palm, the head of the giant elephant demon soldier exploded like a cracked stone, he stood bathed in demon blood, and his eyes opened and closed to force all the demonic qi around him.

On the wheel altar, Wang Qingyuan grabbed the thumb-sized Sumeru Divine Iron, which was as dry as the bark of an old tree, full of wrinkles, but in terms of heaviness, it was unimaginable, it actually exceeded a thousand catties, and it weighed nearly 1,500 catties.

He tried to inject the power of qi and blood, but a thick black smoke was born, a demonic aura that was unimaginably pure, and the fragments vibrated as if they were showing signs of struggle.

"The dead will be annihilated, and your master is dead, and he still wants to make trouble!"

Wang Qingyuan coldly reprimanded, the furnace of the five internal organs was opened, the great devouring power came out, the demonic qi was involved, and all fell into it, purified and smelted into pure vitality, integrated into the five-color furnace, and the wall of the furnace was faintly clear.

Originally, Wang Qingyuan still had some doubts about the mental method of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", and there was no corresponding eighth type of Five Elements Fist, but now, he faintly gave birth to a trace of enlightenment, and the blood and qi stored in the five organs poured like the Yangtze River, drowning the fragments of the divine weapon in his hand.

A large amount of demonic qi as black as ink has been refined, and the human race's strong and powerful blood qi is the natural enemy of all evil desires.

The five-visceral furnace devoured the demonic qi, and the inextricable strands of vitality were purified, smelted out, and injected into the furnace body.

After half a stick of incense.

Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, and at this time, in the fragment of divine iron in his hand, there was no trace of demonic energy overflowing, and the dry old skin was cracked, showing a trace of bright yellow and jade-like color, not like gold, but with a trace of charm that passed through heaven and earth.

There is only the small finger of Sumeru Divine Iron left, which is brilliant, and seems to have completely recovered its origin, and at this time, Wang Qingyuan's palm can no longer feel the slightest weight, and it is as light as a feather.

As soon as his mind moved, Wang Qingyuan flicked his fingers casually, and the Sumeru Divine Iron with the size of his little finger was like a bright yellow lightning bolt piercing through the air, and with a pop, it penetrated through more than a dozen solid mountain rocks one after another, and then hit an old elm tree hugged by several people.

Click!

The thick body of the tree exploded directly, broke off at the waist, and rumbled to the ground, raising dust and smoke in the sky.

Hiss!

Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but gasp, the power of this Sumeru Divine Iron Burst was far beyond his imagination.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and a dozen feet away, a little bright yellow turned into a lightning bolt again, and returned to his palm.

The little finger-sized Sumeru Divine Iron rubbed lightly in the palm of his hand, perhaps because he had refined all the demonic energy, Wang Qingyuan actually faintly felt a sense of closeness.

Divine Iron has a spirit!

Wang Qingyuan had such a thought, this fragment of divine iron was as light as a feather in his hand, he was like an arm and a finger, once it left his hand, it would immediately recover to an astonishing weight, Wang Qingyuan estimated that even if it was the seventh level of the ordinary "Xuantian Gong" and had the power of a thousand catties, it was mostly injured when it was rubbed, and it would die if it was touched.

Wang Qingyuan groaned, originally with his skills, measured by the cultivation of the three demon soldiers killed by him, he usually cast the Dao Ji, the cultivators below the fourth turn of the Dao Ji, he can resist or even kill, the Dao Ji is more than three turns, and most of them are not opponents when they reach the fourth turn, and they can only avoid the edge if they turn more than four turns, but now it is different, Sumeru Divine Iron is in hand, and he has added a bit of background.

He resisted the idea of following the guidance of the giant elephant demon soldier, and went to several other places where the Dao Infant Sacrifice was located, not to mention that it was too late to get there now, according to the statement of the Giant Elephant Demon Soldier, he was brought to the territory of the Imperial Dynasty by the elders from the East China Sea because of his special status, and he went to the Moon Mountain Range where the Demon Lord of the Netherworld was to experience the experience, so that he had such an opportunity to preside over the Dao Infant Sacrifice alone, in order to get all the benefits of sacrificing a generation of demon clan heroes.

And some of the other Dao Infant Sacrifices presided over by the demon soldiers are far less weak than his strength here, most of them are close to the cultivation of the Twelve Orthodox Passages, the Hungry Tiger Jumping Stream, and even some are more than the Hungry Tiger Jumping Stream, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing have passed several, almost the dragon enters the river, and it is not far from the dragon and tiger gathering and condensing the Ten Thousand Demon Pills.

Now, the most important thing is to find the traces of Qingliu, the human bone pit has to be transferred every hundred people, the demon clan is treacherous, if he goes one step late, it is very likely to miss it.

......

The deepest part of the Mochizuki Mountains.

There are no five fingers here, but there is a dark red ancient mountain, which can be five or six hundred zhang high, and there is blood and light flowing, like a demon lamp in the dark night.

On the ancient mountain, pavilions and pavilions, there is a blood-colored bridge flying over the mountain stream, the stream is bubbling, and it exudes a strong bloody atmosphere.

There are no other tree species on the mountain, only the blood-colored bamboos are crystal clear, the bamboo leaves are like blood jade, pure and flawless, and the air is filled with a strange and majestic atmosphere.

At this time, in a dense blood bamboo forest, a middle-aged man was drinking, but instead of a wine jug, he used to hold wine, but a head, but the head was hollowed out, and there was blood like wine in it.

This middle-aged man looks slightly blessed, but he is handsome, with a beard, he is dressed in a green robe, and he drinks alone.

Er, the middle-aged man's face changed suddenly, and he saw a green jade pendant falling from the ground, which was his waist pendant and his nephew's life card.

The life card is broken, and the soul flies!

Bang!

The man's head was slapped into flesh by his palm, the middle-aged man's green robe swayed, and a dark cyan like a substantial self-vitality seemed to be swept out like a violent wind, with a radius of dozens of zhang, and the blood bamboo shattered, as if it was crushed, becoming a mass of blood-colored powder.

"My good nephew, you didn't listen to your uncle's advice, you wanted to preside over the Dao Infant Sacrifice, and now you were actually killed, but you have a trace of dragon elephant blood, but you are the most talented descendant of my giant elephant clan, and you may not be able to achieve the realm of emptiness in the future, and you may even be expected to preach and get a glimpse of the supreme primordial god realm," the middle-aged man roared," To be able to see your emptiness and extraordinariness in a crowd of monsters, and to kill you, it must be a figure above the Dao Ji who has set foot in the spiritual realm, but you can rest assured, no one can kill the clan of my giant elephant clan without paying the price, and when Lord Wang's plan is realized, my uncle will immediately swing the wheel altar and find the real murderer before your true spirit is extinguished in the long river of time and space!"

......

Airplanes!

The green iron long knife roared, a human bone pit, Wang Qingyuan stepped forward, his steps were not very fast, but the long knife was going, and every time the knife fell, there was a monster in a different place, his knife light was vast and noble, dispelling the darkness, breaking the demon energy, sharp and indestructible, and in a moment, more than a dozen monsters died.

In the end, he fell with a knife, shining like a star, shining on everything, that kind of knife light was too bright, no demonic energy, vitality could not resist, the edge belonging to the knife path was unbreakable, cutting everything apart.

Burst!

A human head flies several feet high, and when it lands, it turns into the head of an eagle, which can be as big as a grinding plate, and the cyan feathers are like gold and iron, this is the demon soldier of the demon clan Qingyu Eagle clan.

The iron door of the cave stone room was broken, dozens of people poured out, some people were supported, covered in injuries, Wang Qingyuan swept it at a glance, turned around and left.

"Please leave your name for this son, we will remember the great grace and never dare to forget!"

"Childe!"

Wang Qingyuan didn't stop, just waved his hand, he was very fast, a few breaths had already gone more than ten zhang away, and he saw many old people in Kyushu who had been crawling and rolling for more than ten years sighed again and again.

"Which faction, which family's outstanding disciples, or the alternate inspector of the Kyushu Inspectorate Division, or which inspector is ......there in person?"

Regardless of the speculation of these people in Kyushu, Wang Qingyuan's movements are faster, the second success of "Time Knife" is about to enter the third level of cultivation, the more uneasy he is in the dark, he walks through all kinds of hideous rocks, climbs over cliffs and cliffs, and determines the location of the human bone pit, he also has to constantly observe the terrain and confirm the direction, the unfamiliar geography of the Mochizuki Mountain Range, the demon fog is filled, and the slightest carelessness is a deviation of tens or hundreds of miles.

In the blink of an eye, most of the day passed, the sky was dark, it seemed that it was already night, Wang Qingyuan was bloody, just this half a day, he had traveled hundreds of miles, successively overturned three human bone pits, killed nearly two hundred monsters, and five demon soldiers were beheaded under the knife, one of the strongest demon soldiers was almost close to the Daoji four turns, he sharpened his knife technique between life and death, the more intense the knife realm of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", he faintly wanted to comprehend the new knife style.

Half an hour later.

In another human bone pit, Wang Qingyuan walked in the fishy cave passage, which was full of white bones, human skulls, sunken eye sockets, and all the flesh and blood were gone.

Confusing the mind to enslave the soul, Wang Qingyuan moved, where he passed, all the monsters broke off by themselves, and the blade pierced into his chest, Wang Qingyuan at this moment was ruthless and indifferent like a killing god.

This time, he was not disappointed, his spiritual power penetrated more than twenty zhang, and finally found the trace of Qingliu, he was covered with scars, his robe was torn, and he was tied alone on a log.

In front of him, two demon youths, muscles and flesh, full of meat, although there are people's faces, but they do not hide a demonic aura, at this time, one is holding a cowhide whip, whip after whip falls, each whip has blood splashing, another demon youth right shoulder is wrapped in a bandage, his face is cold, full of cold, staring at Qingliu, almost gritted his teeth and said: "Damn calf nose!

Qingliu was silent, he gritted his teeth, his face was like white paper, even if he was covered in hundreds of whip marks and mottled blood marks, he didn't say a word.

"I don't believe you, don't bow your head!"

The whipping demon clan youth drank coldly, and finally became angry, but the next moment, his whole body tightened, like a thorn in his back, and a voice was calm, but it seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Shadows, and it sounded from behind.

"I don't know if he'll bow his head, I just know that you're going to die. ”

What people!

The two demon clan youths Huo Di turned around, and the sudden voice sounded from behind them, and the two of them didn't notice it at all.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a human boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, dressed in a dark blue cloth robe, covered in blood, and holding a long blue iron knife in his hand, standing there.

What kind of gaze was that, although it seemed calm, but the two demon clan youths felt a chill that almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

On the log, Qingliu, who was silent, barely opened his eyes, and in a familiar voice, he didn't have time to see the person clearly, so he hissed: "Go! It's all demon soldiers! Go! Go!"

His voice was rapid, choking on his throat with blood foam, and he coughed loudly, blood staining the placket of his chest.

"Huh, it turns out that it's another chick, and he hasn't even trained his own vitality, and he also came to the human bone pit of our two brothers to learn how to slay demons and eliminate demons?"

"Young man, we were supposed to be patient and gather enough hundred people to return before opening the meat, but now you send it to the door yourself, and we will use you to beat the tooth sacrifice!"

The two demon clan youths had their faces full of flesh, their eyes were hideous, the corners of their mouths were sneering, and there was even the sound of swallowing saliva, which seemed extremely clear in this quiet stone room.

"Every time I cut off the head of a monster, they should all have this thought, and you'll see each other soon. ”

Recite!

There was a sound of a knife, like a ray of light piercing the sky, the two demon youths were stunned, and they realized something, but the sword light was blazing like a star, from the young man's body, there seemed to be a five-color furnace that lifted the lid, and the blood and blood like the Yangtze River were like the Milky Way hanging upside down, hanging down, and they wanted to submerge the five lakes and the four seas.

The air is distorted, an ancient Taiji diagram descends into the world, the two air flows of yin and yang, and the two instruments give birth to creation.

"Dao Illusory Shadow!"

The two demon clan youths were shocked, they could no longer be indifferent, they actually condensed the Dao Intent Illusory Shadow, how strong the qi and blood of this son were, even if they cast the Dao Foundation, it was impossible to shake it.

The most important thing is that the knife that fell was too sharp, the knife realm was shrouded, they were like being dragged into the Big Dipper stars and roasted, the demon blood was boiling, and the thought of escaping was instantly born in the depths of their hearts.

On the log, Qingliu's gaze suddenly became blazing, and he stared at the sword light in front of him, the indifferent young man, and the ancient and mysterious Taiji diagram that slowly turned behind him.

The eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong"!

Only when you reach the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" can you give birth to the Dao Meaning Illusory Shadow, which is enough to confront the cultivators who have just entered the Dao Foundation without falling behind.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan's gaze was condensed, and the knife realm of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" was extremely turbulent, and a round of towering emperor stars appeared in front of him as if he had first practiced, and he swung his knife to slash the sky, slashing at the light, the stars were shining, washing his eyes, and flicking the spiritual platform until he was invincible and fearless.

As soon as his mind moved, Wang Qingyuan attracted his spiritual power to gather the blade, and was bounced away by the edge of the blade, but in the end, it was the blade edge that belonged to him, and after all, he followed the traces of the blade, and barely penetrated into a trace of killing intent.

Airplanes!

The blue iron long knife shook, and the sound of the knife climbed to another world, at this moment, Wang Qingyuan gave birth to a strange realization, he seemed to be integrated with the long knife in his hand, his eyes seemed to turn into blades, where the edge passed, every fluctuation of the air, every wrinkled gap, all in full view.

The artistic conception of the knife has changed!

This knife, like lightning piercing the sky, the stars are light, lightning is also light, the stars are bright, moisturizing and purifying all things, and the lightning crosses the sky, lightning strikes the earth, but it is the most killing power of the Heavenly Dao.

It's so fast!

The suddenly raised knife caught the two demon clan youths off guard, and the blade realm that belonged to the "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" made the air around them faintly stagnate, and there was a sign of being imprisoned.

"True ......"

only had time to spit out a single word, and his own vitality had not yet completely floated out of his body, and with a flash of blazing knife light, everything came to an abrupt end.

Boom!

The corpses were separated, and the two demon youths fell to the ground, their bodies were distorted, but they turned into two wild boar demons with sharp teeth, sharp black hair all over the body, and four hooves with barbs, which were one zhang long and half a zhang high.

"Really?"

Wang Qingyuan said secretly, looking at the corpses of the two demons, although he didn't say everything just now, he understood what the two demons wanted to say, in fact, from the moment he barely penetrated into the sword body with a wisp of killing intent, he faintly understood a trace of true meaning, which was the power born of the unity of essence and spirit, and then the fusion of the sword realm.

However, compared to the true meaning of "Rising Sun Finger" that he directly inherited, although the true meaning of this preliminarily born "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is strong, it is still a lot worse, but it is only integrated into a trace of his spiritual thoughts, which may be barely called the prototype of true meaning.

Despite this, the prototype of the true meaning of this preliminarily born "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" also showed amazing might, the two demon soldiers, from their own vitality of more than an inch of broken body, it can be known that the two demons are masters of the three turns of Daoji, but in the face of this knife, there is still no power to resist.

However, this knife still needs to be polished, Wang Qingyuan lining, this is his understanding of the Sumeru Divine Iron Blow, but that's all, the background is slightly insufficient.

Then, as soon as his figure flashed, he rescued Qingliu, took out the white porcelain bottle in his arms, poured out an Open Heaven Pill, pinched the wax clothes, and the pure green pill was revealed.

"Open Heaven Pill!"

Qingliu snorted, didn't ask much, and swallowed it in one gulp, with his injury, it is impossible for ordinary herbs to work quickly, this Mochizuki Mountain Range is full of dangers, compared to the Kaitian Pill, it is the most important thing to be alive.

In an instant, the medicinal power burst out, gurgling, this Kaitian Pill is the most mellow, the medicinal power is thin, not tyrannical, the medicinal power penetrates the limbs and hundreds of remains, the degree visible to the naked eye, the scars on Qingliu's body are about to form blood scars, he gritted his teeth, his face turned red, this is a different kind of numbness and itching from whipping.

In just half an hour, a piece of blood scab peeled off, revealing a baby-like white and tender body, and the injury recovered almost eighty percent, as for the remaining two percent, it is impossible to recover, it takes time to polish, re-quench with "Xuantian Gong", and refine the skin film as before.

Bang!

The iron gate was split, and dozens of Kyushu monks imprisoned in this human bone pit were also rescued.

"Qingliu Dao Chief, you actually escaped from the poisonous hands!"

"It's my junior brother Wang Qingyuan who made the move, so you should each run for your lives. Qingliu said lightly.

Wang Qingyuan?

The monks had long noticed the young man beside Qingliu, but they didn't expect that it was really this person who really rescued everyone.

Soon, they saw the huge corpses of the two pig demons, the smooth knife marks like a mirror, and there was no doubt in their hearts, and the eyes that looked at Wang Qingyuan were more awe-inspiring in addition to sighing.

If you can kill the demon soldiers, you must be casting a Daoji character, and you have truly entered the ranks of cultivators.

Out of the human bone pit, ignoring the request of a monk to accompany him, Wang Qingyuan just informed the truth about the Dao Infant Sacrifice and ordered the monk to spread out. The Mochizuki Mountain Range is too big, and only when more people in the practice know about it can they make a difference.

waited until the monks were far away, and Qingliu spoke: "Senior brother, your "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is in a grand trend, and you don't want to bring Entu to report, but you can't keep silent.