The night was as deep as splashing ink, and although the stars and moon in the sky were bright, they could not illuminate the darkness of the forest.

In this world, there is light and darkness, there is good and evil, there is the Pure Land of Buddhism, and there is the abyss of the Demon Realm......

There are ten generations of good people, and there are nine generations of evil people, as if they are two sides of the same body, the eternal and unchanging truth of heaven and earth.

If the dryad represents great evil, Qiao Chenan stands on the position of good.

Fire and water are incompatible, and good and evil are not mutually exclusive.

Above Lanruo Temple, a square bronze tripod flew towards the outside of the temple at a very fast speed, leaving a series of low sounds of breaking the air, like a thousand pounds.

Qiao Chen'an stood coldly on the ding, his sleeves had already disappeared in the fierce battle, revealing a pair of powerful arms.

There was a lot of dust and blood stains on the green shirt, which looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were as bright as stars, like two stars in this dark night, and it was difficult to hide the special charm on his body.

With the double pupil miracle, he had already seen a mess of graves not far away, the number of which was hundreds, and the grave bags bulged out on the ground, like ugly scars.

Overgrown with weeds, waist-deep, gray stone tablets stand indiscriminately among the graves, staggering from side to side, and some have long been broken into two.

It was late at night, and there was a faint layer of green flames wafting between the graveyards, and it looked like a sea of green from afar, accompanied by the sound of old crows from time to time, as if it had come to the underworld.

Although there are only hundreds of graves, there are more than 100 people who have died here in vain over the years, and most of them don't even have a place to bury.

A veritable mass grave.

In the middle of this mass grave, there is a huge old locust tree, the trunk of which is thick enough for several people to hug, and the branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun, casting a large dark shadow, almost all the graves are shrouded in it.

But at this time, the old tree demon was full of anger, the branches and leaves of the tree were shaking, and a hideous and ugly face was revealed on the trunk of the tree, and he said angrily: "Stinky boy, dare to hurt me! I will peel you and train you into a ghost soldier, so that you will never be able to live beyond your life!"

The corners of Qiao Chen'an's mouth showed a touch of coldness, if he lost this battle, whether he killed or chopped it was naturally up to the other party.

The matter has come to this point, and it is already an endless situation, even if his soul is scattered, it is reasonable.

From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had already prepared for the realization of death.

Qiao Chenan never thinks that he is a child of destiny, he has the so-called "protagonist halo", he is no different from ordinary people, he is the same head, two hands, why does others die, but he can't die?

He never thought about the worst, even his own death.

It is a great blessing to live one more day.

Because we are not afraid of death, we are fearless.

in order to be invincible.

Normally, he is a positive, heartless optimist, but at other times, he is an extreme pessimist, which may seem strange to say, but isn't man a combination of contradictions?

Branches rose from the ground, like poisonous snakes, overwhelmingly surging towards Qiao Chen'an, and the strong demonic qi turned into clouds of almost substantial clouds covering the sky, casting a huge shadow.

The small sword on Qiao Chen'an's side turned into a golden light, and under his operation, it was like a flying dragon leaping into the air, releasing a sword qi that was enough to break the golden cracking stone, furious like the sea, and where it passed, the branches were twisted and shattered, turning into sawdust in the sky.

However, the tree demon has cultivated for thousands of years, although it is limited by its own qualifications and has not broken through to the Jindan realm for a long time, its strength is extremely strong, and over the years, it has accumulated an unknown amount of demon power in its body.

Thousands of years have passed, and even a pig has already become a sperm.

The small sword was vertical and horizontal, slashing down, cutting out a sword qi several zhang long, cutting out a huge gap in front of it, but it was filled again in an instant, and before you knew it, it was already full of branches, rushing left and right, like a trapped beast in a cage.

More branches rushed towards Qiao Chen'an, his face was still flat, he was still standing on top of the big ding, moving forward bravely, and he didn't intend to avoid its edge at all.

The demonic energy in the old demon's body is like a sea, if it is a war of attrition, it will definitely be the first to exhaust the power in his body. At that time, he will really become a fish to be slaughtered, so he can only fight quickly, and he will not be allowed to retreat at all.

Facing the sea of branches blocking the way, several talisman seals appeared in Qiao Chen'an's hand, threw them forward, and the spiritual power was triggered, and they exploded in an instant, and clusters of golden flames bloomed under the night sky, and countless branches and leaves fell.

The five elements are mutually reinforcing, and the old demon is an ancient tree that has attained the Tao, so it is most suitable to deal with it with fire path spells.

Qiao Chen'an has not stopped practicing for a day since he learned the art of talisman seals, so he has a lot of inventory in his hands, and he has made up his mind that even if he smashes it, he will smash a way to the true body of the old demon.

The explosion was endless, and huge sparks lit up under the night sky, mixed with the angry roar of the old demon, Qiao Chen'an was like a sharp arrow, with an unstoppable momentum, and stabbed towards the ancient locust tree.

Poof!

A branch as thick as a finger broke through the barrier and pierced deep into Qiao Chen'an's shoulder like a poisonous snake, almost running back and forth, and a string of blood splashed on his face and mouth.

Somewhat fishy.

Qiao Chenan still tasted the taste of blood for the first time, but he didn't hate it, but had a trace of ...... Infatuated, even if the blood is your own.

I was inexplicably a little unhappy in my heart, as a man, I should drink the blood of my opponent, but I didn't expect that the first time I was dedicated to myself.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, his expression was calm, his eyes were still fixed on the front, and when he finally blew the branches of the barrier again, there was a sudden emptiness in front of him, and all the obstacles disappeared, revealing a bare lonely grave.

A large locust tree is in sight.

Before he could catch his breath, a light and shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and a man dressed strangely in a black and red robe appeared in front of him, and a voice that was neither male nor female came out of his mouth, as if two souls were alternating, "Stinky boy, suffer death!"

The rough palms turned into countless tiny vines, like small snakes, glowing with bewitching light, biting into his heart.

Qiao Chen'an's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and with a snort, blood splashed everywhere, and his palm was directly punctured by vines, and blood overflowed.

A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Grandma's mouth, Qiao Chen suddenly had a bad premonition in his peace of mind, and felt a piercing pain in his palm, only to see that the vines spread rapidly like flowers, taking root on his arm, and the essence in his body overflowed like a flood!

Grandma showed a look of enjoyment on her face, she had practiced for thousands of years, and her longevity had long been exhausted, so she would absorb the vitality of passers-by in this Lanruo Temple and prolong her life.

Qiao Chen'an's life spirit is as vigorous as the sea, which can be described as a great supplement for her.

"Old demon!"

Qiao Chen'an's eyes were as bright as lightning, his tone was cold, a punch was blasted, the golden light was boiling, and he seemed to be holding a small sun in his palm, bringing gusts of wind and thunder, and smashed into the chest of the dryad!