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Ice Jade Square, shining brightly.

Under the long night.

In the wind and rain, the flames burned like a charcoal stove.

A whistling blood-colored wind came from the void on all sides.

"Whoa. ”

The rain poured down, and the raindrops were as black as ink, and the flowers were like flowers.

Falling a hundred feet high, slamming heavily on the ice jade square, crackling sounds, one after another, endlessly.

Under hundreds of millions of raindrops, a tall figure stepped into the void, his expression was silent, his eyes were closed, and he did not shelter from the wind and rain.

Yet not a single drop of the billions of rains fell on this man.

It's not that you don't want to, but you can't.

"Red Phoenix Ink Rain Technique. ”

Seeing such a monstrous vision, Huo Ran, the true immortal-level demon on top of the Qiong Tower, stood up and blurted out.

"Impossible...... How is that possible?"

The genius girl of the Shang Yang clan, Shang Yun's eyes were full of shock, and under the white veil as thin as a cloud of smoke, the cherry sandalwood mouth opened slightly, and she exclaimed.

It was supposed to be a magical power that could only be perfectly displayed by the Ying Zhao clan, but it was ...... by the little fish demon How can it be?

The Huo Ying expression of the Bi Fang clan was stunned for a moment, and the dark blue eyebrows were tightly furrowed, looking at the figure standing in the void in the distance, and involuntarily clenched his palms and broke the gun.

As for Xiang Lin of the Lushu clan, Tu Jing of the Shusi clan, Chen Yu of the vulture clan, and Peng Xiang of the Jinpeng clan...... The expression on his face is either frightened and inexplicable, or cold as iron.

"I don't want to, it really made Lu Daoyou comprehend the lost magic power of the ancient demon god's heroic move...... Red Wind Ink Rain Technique. ”

The bright eyes under the colorful eyeshadow of the Qingzhai Fairy rippled with different colors, and she smiled clearly.

The god of food was silent as an abyss, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, if you pay close attention, the palm under the long sleeve is clenched, and the green tendons are exposed on the back of the hand, and it is obvious that you are extremely angry.

"Red Wind Ink and Rain Technique, Poor Dao has seen Qiu Ming, the patriarch of the Yingzhao clan, perform it...... But what is that firelight?" Emperor Zhenwu looked at the shining flames around Lu Bei with a puzzled expression, and muttered to himself.

On Princess Hong'er's snowy and smooth cheeks, there is a clear and beautiful charm.

After the woman pursed her lips slightly, she looked at the figure entangled with her in the distance with a complicated mood, the cold and bright light, faintly flickering.

The fierce head raised by the Jiao Demon King had its mouth wide open, and its breath was cruel and cold.

With a smirk, he devoured the man with his eyes closed.

Just a little demon who transforms into a little demon, and still wants to comprehend the supreme demon art, is also worthy?

This shape-shifting little demon, he Jiao Demon King has eaten it......

The exclamations around continued to sound, and there were even one or two golden immortal-level great saints of the demon clan, who were ready to move and wanted to save Lu Bei.

The young handsome man of this demon clan generation has not gathered his heart at this time and formed a good fate, let alone when.

But at this critical moment.

The figure among the ten giant monuments, under the delicate eyebrows, a pair of cold eyes suddenly opened, the eyes were clear and profound, and there was a faint light of enlightenment.

"Away from the Dawn Gun. ”

Lu Bei muttered.

When I turned my head, I saw the Jiao Demon King coming with his mouth open, and a gust of evil wind was blowing in his face, and a fishy smell filled his nose, which made people sick.

Where the heart is moving, Lu Bei is rushing into the sky.

Between heaven and earth, the Dao Dao red wind, like a roaring red dragon, gathered beside Lu Bei, flying and circling, roaring and rolling.

"Whew. ”

Wrapped in inky rain flowers with a cold and biting chill, he attacked the Jiao Demon King.

The sound of wind and thunder is indescribably swift, and the sand of the galaxy is not so complicated.

This drop of rootless water came from the inexplicable void, and the murderous indictment was awe-inspiring, filling the heavens and the earth, shaking the sky

The rain borrows the wind, and the wind helps the rain...... The raindrops, which weigh as much as a hundred catties of mountain stones, are emptied by the turbid waves and roar by.

But even if it weighs nearly a hundred catties, it is so insignificant for Jindan cultivators, it is not worth mentioning, what about the Jiao Demon King?

"Bang, bang......"

The Jiao Demon King, who had turned into a demon body several feet long, was caught off guard, and was hit on the head by this Dao Dao Red Wind that was carrying hundreds of millions of rains.

The hard demon body that was several feet long was smashed a few times in the void.

A drop of rain with the size of a bowl is a boulder of nearly 100 catties smashed on the body...... For the Jiao Demon King who is at the peak of the true immortal of the dragon body, it is not worth a penny.

But there is so much red wind and ink rain in front of me...... More than billions.

Even the Jiao Demon King's arrogant demon body with a dignified dragon will be beaten by this crackling rain and burnt out.

Roaring and snorting.

Seeing that the Red Wind Ink Rain Technique was so domineering, some True Immortal-level demons suddenly changed color, and they felt unbelievable.

The mouth exclaimed: "This ......"

With that 'fish demon' Yuan Shen Dao Xing' 'reluctantly' performing this technique, the power is comparable to the power of a blow from a peak immortal powerhouse, which is really terrifying and terrifying.

All the true immortal-level demons couldn't help but be deeply moved.

With this technique alone, this demon can even cross the difference between immortals and mortals and kill immortal-level demon commanders.

Demon magic, when did it become so powerful?

Even if it is the inheritance of the ancient demon god, the 'fish demon' is clearly just a transformation demon of the Yuan Shen Dao!

This simply subverted the true immortal-level demons' perception of demonism.

Qiu Luo, who is from the Yingzhao family, at this time, from the teachings of his own Golden Immortal Ancestor, mentioned his high morale and was full of energy.

At this time, I saw such a weather outside, and my fair and clear skin shook sharply.

He was also shocked in his heart, and said: "This is the Red Wind Ink Rain Technique, but ...... Why would a foreigner come to his senses? ”

The jealousy, anger, shame, and annoyance in his heart, all kinds of emotions were mixed, which made Qiu Luo's fair and weak face a little gray.

"The shaft is looking for death. ”

The anger in the heart of the Jiao Demon King was like magma gushing, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth were stormy, and he completely turned into a dragon demon body.

Hei Jiao shook his head and tail, and his demon body rolled up the black air flow.

The dark scales glowed with a cold and grim aura in the light of the lights in the distance.

is menacing, that is, to kill the north of the land.

At this moment, a fiery red streamer swayed through the void, finally blocking the path of the Jiao Demon King.

Above the void stands a noble and glamorous fairy.

It is Princess Hong'er in a red palace dress, her skin is better than snow, beautiful and vulgar, three thousand hairs fluttering on the snow shoulders, and there seems to be smoke behind her, which is like a brocade.

The inky rain flowers that filled the sky and the earth also did not fall on her body.

Princess Hong'er waved her hand and played a magical power to force the Jiao Demon King back, turned to Lu Bei, and said in an eager voice: "Lu ...... Lu Yu Daoyou, quickly return to the top of Qiong Tower, I will block this person for you for a while. ”

Just now, although Fairy Qing Zhai was worried that Lu Bei was targeted by the Jiao Demon King, she didn't think that 'Lu Yu', who was a true immortal powerhouse, was not the enemy of the Jiao Demon King.

As long as this 'Lu Yu' Taoist friend uses his previous magical powers, he returns to Qionglou.

Even if it is the Jiao Demon King who is a true immortal demon, no matter how arrogant and unreasonable he is,

didn't dare to attack the Qiong Building where she was.

As for her, if she makes a direct move, it will only make simple things more complicated.

And who knows what 'Lu Yu', who is a true immortal powerhouse, thinks?

However, Princess Hong'er didn't know what kind of thoughts she had, and in a surprised effort in the Jiao Demon King, she flew out to help Lu Bei.

Perhaps it was because he was worried that Lu Bei would be defeated and killed, and the Kunlun Mirror would be nowhere to be found, and it was unknown if he escaped into the void turbulence.

Lu Bei saw this woman helping, his expression was slightly stunned, and then his figure flickered a few times, and he came to Princess Hong'er's side, not pretentious, and said clearly: "Miss Hong'er, thank you for your help." ”

Without waiting for Princess Hong'er to speak, Lu Bei shouted again: "The gun is coming." ”

An awe-inspiring shout fell, and a streamer of light streaked across the void.

Like a dragon out of the water, from the hands of a demon general watching the battle below, a spear was forcibly taken by Lu Bei.

Lu Bei held it in his palm and felt the heavy power in it.

"Leaving the Flame Day Spear ......"

The spear was raised high, and the head of the spear shook wildly, like the twelve lotus petals blooming, and the firelight reflected each other.

Under the inky rain curtain, the muskets that were as dense as a forest, like shooting stars, stabbed towards the Jiao Demon King.

The killing machine is awe-inspiring, and the flames are churning.

Not only that, but the tail of a musket with a handle is like a feather swaying like a feather...... It has obviously become a circle of mysterious light swirls, fluctuating in the dark, like a halo.

"Phew. ”

An illusory figure of the Bifang Firebird with an extraordinary form, like a spirit in the fire, suddenly appeared in the trajectory formed by the spear of the forest across the void, and raised its head and roared.

"That's the real ...... Leaving the Flame Gun?"

Under the fire and blue eyebrows of the Bi Fang clan, his eyes were distracted, and his lips, which were as white as snow, opened slightly, and said unconsciously.

Ten thousand muskets flickered, as if they were coming from out of the sky...... Hiss......

Exclamations resounded through the void.