He Jiangxiu swept up the sky, and then used a trick "Monkey Fishing for the Moon", and grabbed the nine flying needles in his hand as soon as he fished it out with his big hand.

The nine flying needles were contaminated with severe poison, and He Jiangxiu naturally didn't dare to touch them directly with his hands, but released a stream of vitality, wrapped his palm with vitality, and then sealed the nine flying needles.

Thorn la la!

As soon as He Jiangxiu's palm grabbed the nine flying needles, a strong poisonous gas was released from the nine flying needles, intending to infect He Jiangxiu's body.

Even if he had the vitality to protect his body, He Jiangxiu still didn't dare to take it lightly, and puffed up his vitality, which completely sealed the nine flying needles.

"Go!" He Jiangxiu snorted vigorously, flipped his palm, and smashed the nine flying needles into the Eternal Immortal Ding.

One of the great uses of the Eternal Immortal Ding is that it can refine magic weapons and expel poisonous gases.

The nine flying needles fell to the deepest part of the Eternal Immortal Ding, and were quickly wrapped in the pure power of chaos.

The raging flames also began to burn, scorching the poisonous gas contained in the nine flying needles.

Immediately, the poisonous gas contaminated with the nine flying needles began to gradually dissipate.

"You return my flying needle!" the holy son said angrily when he saw He Jiangxiu take away his flying needle.

"Hmph!" He Jiangxiu just snorted coldly, and struck with both fists, directly slapping on the monk's chest.

Bang bang!

Two muffled sounds sounded, and two deep pits appeared on the monk's chest.

Don't look at this monk's appearance, it is still intact, but in his body, all organs, all flesh and blood, were destroyed by He Jiangxiu's punch.

He Jiang raised his hand, and the monk fell.

Above the sky, only Su Qianye and the last Holy Son remained.

And Taixuan Shangxian is still absorbing the power of countless disciples, accumulating the final peerless blow.

"He Jiangxiu, suffer death!"

The last Holy Son, with both hands pressed on the Nine Prisons Dragon King Ding, instilled all the vitality of his body into this treasure tripod.

Suddenly, the Nine Hell Dragon King Ding launched violently, spinning drippingly, and with each rotation, a black light would shoot out.

A moment later, black light flew and flew towards He Jiangxiu.

The black light turned into a black dragon, showing its teeth and claws, and bursting with divine power.

However, these black divine dragons, in He Jiangxiu's eyes, were as weak as smoke clouds.

"Break it for me!" He Jiangxiu shouted, and the two slender arms also danced like a divine dragon, and between breaths, they collided with the black divine dragon and clashed with each other hundreds of times.

Bang bang!

Suddenly, those black dragons really turned into clouds of smoke and dispersed with the wind.

"How is that possible!" the Holy Son said in surprise, subconsciously taking a few steps back.

You must know that that trace of black qi was formed by a great power of the ancients, who used the Nine Hell Dragon King Ding to absorb the murderous qi of hundreds of ancient battlefields and condensed it. Once it is released and transformed into a black dragon, it will erupt with a terrifying murderous aura, which is extremely ruthless.

If it is an ordinary monk, let alone fighting with these black qi divine dragons, it is to feel the murderous aura released by the black divine dragon a little, the Dao heart will collapse, the mind will collapse, and the whole person will completely lose his combat effectiveness.

But He Jiangxiu is different. He Jiangxiu had already killed the demons in his heart, and his Dao heart was extremely firm, and no killing intent could erode He Jiangxiu's mind.

Moreover, He Jiangxiu, who has eight scriptures, can burst out with powerful Buddha power with a single move, specifically restraining these yin demon powers.

Therefore, the famous Nine Prisons Dragon King Ding, in front of He Jiangxiu, lost all its effects.

"You die too!" He Jiangxiu sighed softly, turned his palm into a fist, and slapped directly at the last Holy Son.

This last Holy Son, who has just stepped into the realm of Lintian, can be called a peerless Tianjiao among monks of the same age, but in front of He Jiangxiu, he is like an ant.

Rumble!

As He Jiangxiu's punch fell, the body of the Holy Son turned into a blood mist and dispersed.

At this point, the eight holy sons of Taixuanmen all died in the hands of He Jiangxiu.

Seeing the body of the last Holy Son turn into a blood mist and disappear in the wind, Su Qianye silently clenched his fists, and Ling Ran said, "He Jiangxiu, do you really want to be an enemy of my Taixuanmen?"

"Haha!" He Jiangxiu laughed and said, "I have already killed the seven holy sons of your Taixuanmen, what else is there to say?"

He Jiangxiu knew that he had formed an inextricable bond with Taixuanmen, which was completely irresolvable.

"In that case, then you can see the move!"

Su Qianye let out a low snort, his figure flickered, grabbed the divine sword, and exuded all the vitality in the dantian.

"Thousands of miles of snow!" Su Qianye shouted, shaking the divine sword, and one after another sword light sprinkled out.

Suddenly, on the Taixuanshen Mountain, there was a white snowfall.

Every snowflake is actually a sharp sword qi. Falling between the mountains and mountains, the whole world is blocked.

When the snowflake sword qi falls on the trees, the trees will die directly, and when they fall on the body of the beast, the beast will fall.

The whole world seems to be frozen in ice.

He Jiangxiu even felt that even the vitality flowing in the void was frozen in ice, and even the passage of time became slow.

"This is the last move of the Taixuan Sword Technique, the Great Sword Technique of Thousands of Miles of Drifting Snow!" Su Qianye said quite proudly, bursting into tears.

Facing He Jiangxiu, who had stepped into the realm of heaven, Su Qianye had to give it a go in order to have a chance of life.

Facing the crazy Su Qianye, He Jiangxiu didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, this Su Qianye is also a generation of talents, with strong strength and a lot of hole cards.

Su Qianye roared angrily, his fist struck, and his strength was also not to be underestimated, and he blasted into He Jiangxiu's close body with one punch, and came into contact with He Jiangxiu's protective qi.

Click!

One by one, black scale armor appeared on the periphery of He Jiangxiu's body, but it was bombarded by Su Qianye's divine fist and would soon dissipate.

"The Holy Demon is invincible!"

Su Qianye's eyes flashed with a look of determination, and then, a cloud of mysterious black smoke rose from behind him.

Immediately, this cloud of black smoke condensed into the appearance of a small baby.

The strange thing is that this baby's face has 3,000 eyes, dense and terrifying.

Ordinary people will feel a deep sense of fear and powerlessness when they see it.

Even He Jiangxiu, when he saw this weird baby, couldn't help but tremble a little in his heart.

"What is this!" He Jiangxiu exclaimed.

Su Qianye laughed and said, "This is the baby of the Holy Demon! The totem of the demon race! It is also the strongest person in the demon race! Even if it is the god of ten thousand demons, he must call himself a junior in front of him." He Jiangxiu, if you die in the hands of the Holy Demon Baby, you can be regarded as dying without regrets. ”

"Holy Demon Baby?" He Jiangxiu was a little surprised, and then said, "Su Qianye, it turns out that you have already cultivated the Demon Clan's exercises!"

"In my eyes, all the exercises in the world are the same! as long as you can become stronger, you can cultivate!" Su Qianye responded, a trace of black qi flowing out of his body, spreading outward, condensing a vast enchantment.

Airplanes!

The Holy Demon Infant immediately activated, generating an extremely strong suction force, pulling He Jiangxiu into the vast enchantment.

As soon as He Jiangxiu fell into this enchantment, he was attacked by the Holy Demon Baby, and the rolling demonic qi surged from all directions, enveloping He Jiangxiu.

"This is just a shadow of the Holy Demon Child. Not a true child of the Holy Devil. He Jiangxiu stood in the center of the majestic demonic qi, calm and unhurried, like a rock.

Suddenly, He Jiangxiu turned around, grabbed the Great War Divine Sword, and stabbed at the Holy Demon Baby.

The Holy Demon Infant let out a roar, and the three thousand divine eyes turned together, bursting out with countless sword lights.

The messy sword light combined to block the impact of the Great War Divine Sword.

However, He Jiangxiu's real means was not the Great War Divine Sword, but the Eight Sutras.

As the treasure of Buddhism, the Eight Sutras contain profound divine power and are the nemesis of the demon clan in the world.

This Holy Demon Infant seems to be powerful, but after all, it must be restrained by the Eight Sutras.

"What about the Holy Demon Baby, they will all be destroyed by me!" He Jiang Xiu shouted vigorously, striking with one punch, and at the same time urging the eight scriptures.

He Jiangxiu punched out, and divine power surged, and soon the divine Buddha light bloomed.

One after another, the Buddha's light shone on the Holy Demon Baby, and immediately there was a stabbing sound. It was the sound of the clash of two divine powers.

Suddenly, the Holy Demon Infant burst open and turned into a cloud of black smoke.

He Jiangxiu saw that the Holy Demon Infant collapsed, and a smug smile rose on the corner of his mouth. But soon, the smile on the corner of He Jiangxiu's mouth froze.

The wisps of black smoke regathered and appeared behind He Jiangxiu.

"Boom!"

The reunited Holy Demon Infant let out a strange laugh, opened its mouth and spit out countless black sword lights.

"In the world, all demons are born in the heart. Su Qianye sighed softly, and the Holy Demon Infant began to change, and it actually evolved into thousands of big worlds and all kinds of characters and creatures.

In the world, everything has demons.

The most wonderful magic skill in the demon race is the control of the inner demon. The child of the Holy Demon is best at controlling the demons in the heart and inducing the demons in the spirits.

Under the inducement of Su Qianye, the Holy Demon Infant fell on top of He Jiangxiu's head, spitting out black demonic qi and infecting He Jiangxiu's mind.

However, Su Qianye did not expect that He Jiangxiu had already killed the demons in his heart.

Therefore, the attack of this Holy Demon Infant did not have the slightest effect on He Jiangxiu.

"Eight scriptures!"

He Jiang let out a long roar, raised his arms, and the eight prayer buildings emitted a sound like a flood bell and a big Lu.

The mighty golden light flowed down from the top of the eight prayer buildings, reflecting each other and intertwining with each other, directly enveloping the Holy Demon Baby.

Whew!

Suddenly, flames were generated out of thin air, burning wildly, like a fierce beast, devouring the Holy Demon Baby.

"How is that possible!"

When he landed, Su Qianye exclaimed, shocked.