The magic sword listens to the spring rain, it is a holy object in the eyes of all demon warriors.

If the rootless holy flame represents the Kunlun Demon Sect, then the magic knife listening to the spring rain represents the solitude and self, representing the supreme demon lord who dominated the rivers and lakes in the past.

Now although Ting Chunyu is damaged, it is held in the hands of a barbarian patriarch, even in Chu Xiu's opinion, this is an insult to Ting Chunyu.

At this time, Chu Xiu was dressed in a black robe and wore a strange and mysterious mask, but looking at his skin color and the aura on his body, he knew that he was not a barbarian.

Patriarch Hasiru looked at Hei Ji in disbelief, and he said angrily, "You actually colluded with foreigners!?"

Hei Ji ignored the patriarch of Hasilu, he saluted Chu Xiu with a guilty face: "It's Hei Ji who is useless, and he even has to bother God to help the adults." ”

Hasru watched all of this in disbelief.

"Black Tree! Is your brain swallowed by water worms? You actually called a foreign divine envoy? What kind of divine envoy is he? What's wrong with you, are you bewitched by some evil god?"

Hei Ji snorted coldly: "Evil God? You Hasilu tribe worship evil gods! There is only one god in this world, one true god!"

"Crazy, all crazy!"

The Haslu patriarch glared at Chu Xiu angrily: "It's you who bewitched the Heiluo Tribe?

As the Patriarch of Hasilu slashed down, an extreme edge rushed to his face, even Chu Xiu had to admit that the Listening Spring Rain that Dugu had cultivated was indeed stronger than the broken array in his hands.

Although the essence of the weapon is the same, it can become stronger after time and years, even after hearing the damage of the spring rain.

The broken array in Chu Xiu's hand came out of the sheath, and at the same time, the broken word and sword intent came out.

The same extreme edge collided, and the broken array of the same source and the spring rain burst out in an instant.

Especially under the sword intent, Hearing Chunyu even involuntarily began to tremble, and gradually broke away from the control of the Hasilu patriarch.

The machine spirit that listened to the spring rain was actually damaged.

However, although the machine spirit is not there, there are still some marks and instincts left on this knife.

It, remember the broken word and the sword intent, remember the person who once held it and crisscrossed the entire rivers and lakes!

In an instant, Ting Chunyu trembled violently, and the powerful sharp qi even began to backlash, making Patriarch Hasilu suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Tingchun Yu in his hand in disbelief.

Although every time he used this knife, he had to pay a big blow to suppress the sharp qi above.

But he thought it was normal, because it was a sword left by the ancestors, and only the strongest warriors could use it.

As a result, he could now feel the will to take a knife, a kind of disdain, a kind of contempt, as if he was not qualified to hold it.

The sword intent fell, the armor on the Hasilu clan was torn like a piece of paper, and his whole person was also cut in two by Chu Xiu's knife, listening to Chunyu was naturally held in his hand by Chu Xiu, without the slightest backlash.

The black man in the rear looked at this scene dumbfounded, and secretly said in his heart that the divine envoy really deserved to be a divine envoy, such a powerful Hasilu patriarch could not survive a knife in the hands of the divine envoy.

But Hei Ji didn't know that Chu Xiu's knife had at least three points of his credit.

Before, when Hasiru was fighting fiercely with Heiji, he had already consumed part of his strength, and he used his strength to listen to the spring rain by force, and he consumed another part of his strength.

After that, he was counterattacked by the sharp qi above the spring rain, at that time he was actually at the end of the strong crossbow, and it was not surprising that he was killed by Chu Xiu with a knife.

At this time, Chu Xiu was holding the spring rain in his hand, but his mind was full of illusions.

In front of his eyes, there was a dark battlefield.

Storm of Gang Qi, stumps and broken arms, and fragments of blades can be seen everywhere.

In an instant, the sky was dark, and even the surrounding space was torn apart by a powerful force, and the domain rules and so on were beyond Chu Xiu's imagination.

There were also figures among them, but they were vague, but each of them was extremely powerful, like an immortal Buddha.

But at this time, all of them were wrapped in a boundless cloud of demonic energy, and the power contained in that cloud of demonic energy seemed to have transcended space and time, similar to the power of Chu Xiu's colorless mudra, the mustard seed Nasumeru, but it was higher and deeper than that, Chu Xiu desperately wanted to see clearly, but the next moment, the boundless demonic cloud was torn apart.

The clouds open and the moon is bright.

It was not the real bright moon, but a touch of sword light, like a bright moon, shining on the figures of these people.

The blue sky shines.

The next moment, the sword shattered, and the figures of those who were illuminated were also strangely torn, and suddenly turned into a pile of stumps and broken arms.

The picture in his mind dissipated, but Chu Xiu's heart was beating wildly, and he almost couldn't bear the strong pressure and withdrew from the illusion.

This is the mark in the spring rain, and it is the mark left by Dugu Weiwei and the strong man of Da Luotian in the last battle.

The most important thing is that in that scene, Dugu Weiwei used not a knife technique, but a magical power!

The clouds open and the moon is bright, and the blue sky is shining.

Powerful and weird, unstoppable, unavoidable.

It was precisely because Chu Xiu had encountered supernatural powers, and he himself had used supernatural powers, that he could be sure that Dugu Weiwei used the same supernatural powers, and they were also powerful supernatural powers beyond his imagination.

From Chu Xiu holding and listening to the spring rain to seeing the illusion, it actually only took a moment.

At this time, the barbarian warriors of the Hasilu tribe were already on the verge of collapse after seeing the patriarch being slashed by Chu Xiu, and they were simply in a thousand miles.

At this time, an old man in the crowd with all kinds of colorful ornaments looked at Chu Xiu with hateful eyes, and spit out a lot of syllables in his mouth, and the next moment, Chu Xiu's eyes were full of illusions, and a huge black panther a hundred feet tall bit at him!

Chu Xiu looked at the black panther like a god and demon, shook his head and said, "You Hasilu tribe are really unlucky. ”

The next moment, Chu Xiu's figure disappeared directly there, but the high priest of the Hasilu tribe was shocked to find that his surroundings had turned into boundless darkness, and his figure began to fall continuously, as if he had fallen into a boundless purgatory.

And at the very bottom of that purgatory, there was a black panther with a wide mouth waiting for him!

As the black panther devoured it in one bite, the sacrifice of the Hasiru tribe suddenly bled from seven holes, convulsed twice, and fell directly to the ground.

The heart demon said disdainfully: "Weak, it's just too weak, and the monk who died in your hands before can't be compared at all." ”

Chu Xiu shook his head slightly, it was not that the high priests of the Hasilu tribe were weak, they could only say that they were too unlucky.

The patriarch of Hasilu happened to listen to the spring rain, and it can be said that he was killed by Chu Shock.

And their high priest should be good at illusion, which is a big killer for most of the well-limbed, simple-minded barbarians.

But for Chu Xiu, who had just fought to the death with the rare illusion powerhouse of Da Luo Tian, the master of the Vaishnu Hall of the Braskrit Vaishnu Palace, the high priest of Haslu's illusion cultivation was simply at the level of kindergarten that had not yet graduated, and it was too pediatric.

And the green fei and the black jade over there saw that Chu Xiu had solved the strongest high priest and patriarch of the Hasilu tribe so easily, and the two of them had a new level of strength and awe for Chu Xiu, of course, Chu Xiu would not explain to them modestly.

The patriarch and the priest were dead, and the barbarians of the others were almost vulnerable and retreated.

Chu Xiu asked Hei Ji, "What do you generally do when dealing with defeated enemies?"

Hei Ji was surprised: "Of course they are all killed, their ancestors are different from the gods we worship, of course they must be killed." ”

Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows, of course he didn't feel that the barbarians were brutal, in fact, he had done a lot of things to destroy his family.

He just felt that it was a bit of a waste for these barbarians to do this, it was okay to kill people, and it was okay to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but only if there was a necessary reason.

In Chu Xiu's opinion, Hei Ji's reason was a bit ridiculous, no wonder these barbarians couldn't fight the human race, it was not just a matter of strength.

Chu Xiu said step by step: "You are all created by God, so tracing back to the source, you are actually all one ancestor.

As for the faith, they don't know that they are worshipping heretics, so you have to enlighten them and let them know what they should do. ”

"And what if they don't listen?" asked Midori.

Chu Xiu was fascinated and said, "It's very simple, those who originally wanted to repent and worship the true god turned them into people from the Black Luo Tribe."

Those who do not want to repent should be slaves, and the next time they do it, let them rush to the front.

As for those who are unwilling to repent and disobedient and resist, it is not too late to kill. ”

The Black Luo Department is now used by him, but in Chu Xiu's opinion, the Black Luo Department is still a little too weak.

Chu Xiu only had the means of True Fire Refining Body to improve the cultivation of the martial artists of the Black Luo Tribe, and if he was asked to come up with any dry goods, he would not be able to do it.

But Chu Xiu still had a lot of things to do with the Black Luo Tribe, and they had to be able to compete with those big forces in the depths of the Diluo Mountain Range.

Therefore, he must let the barbarians of the Black Luo Department know what it means to feed the war with war, and the more they fight, the weaker they will become.

Hei Ji waved his hand and asked the other people of the Heiluo Department not to kill them, and to catch them alive.

After spending half a day cleaning up the battlefield, Chu Xiu said to Hei Ji: "You know my other identity, so you can't stay in the Southern Barbarian Land all the time.

However, Cangwu County is not far from you, Kecha will stay in Nan'an Mansion, you have something to find me, you can go through Kecha.

In the same way, if I have something to look for you, I will pass through Kocha. ”

Ke Cha, who was following behind Chu Xiu, smiled bitterly, but he didn't resist much.

Anyway, he had already gotten on Chu Xiu's thief ship, and it was too late to think about it, so he could only do his best to do things for Chu Xiu, ask for a future, and bet that Chu Xiu would keep his promise.