Just like that cold autumn many years ago, he categorically refused when he faced the incomplete magic technique cultivated by the ghost immortal Yu Qing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today, such a thing still won't be entangled in his heart for a long time.

He decided to practice.

Even if the three products destroyed the Black Lotus Spirit Treasure, there were some small calculations that no one knew.

So what?

From beginning to end, he never forgot what he wanted.

Whether it's the abused death and living past, or the bloody killing that didn't say a word.

It's just a matter of walking on the line of life and death, and deciding between square inches.

There are not so many affectionate veins, pretending to be like the wind......

The ups and downs of life have never been a Y.Y novel or a bitter TV series with the same style.

Every episode, every chapter, every frame, every page of the reality story...... There is a mixture of joy, helplessness, hesitation, and sadness.

With this in mind, he did not think much about these unhelpful things.

He sat down cross-legged...... He sat down in such a reckless and desolate mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

His mind was calm, and he closed his eyes and realized the [Devouring Demon] Blood Seal Divine Power.

After all, Mangxu Mountain has become a meat grinding battlefield, and there is no safe place at all.

And the crisis is even more imminent, and there is no room for it.

How could he be like a mouse, hiding in Tibet and wasting his time looking for so-called safe places...... Instead of racing against time to improve your strength.

Mangxu Mountain.

The blood is shining and the smell is fishy.

On a high platform.

A team of red-clothed Shura came here with a tall and bewitching woman.

The woman's neck, wrists, and ankles were all covered with strings of blood bells, and there was no clanging sound between walks.

I don't know if this woman used the mana around her body to freeze the blood bell shaking, or if she didn't move a little relative to the bell.

Or ...... This woman is simply contemplating the true meaning of what [between movement and stillness, the image stops at the phase].

After all, as the princess of the Asura clan, this woman is blessed with extraordinary talents.

Now it is even more immortal cultivation, and it is not uncommon to comprehend the realm of true immortal divine consciousness in advance with this method.

On the high platform, there is also a beautiful woman as charming as a flower, who is standing in front of a blood-colored screen on the stage, with deep eyebrows and anxious expression.

This woman is slightly short, and she has the charm and charm of the women of the Asura clan, but at the same time, she is also petite and exquisite.

As soon as this woman saw the arrival of the blood spirit, her anxiety was relieved a little, and she was busy walking forward quickly.

Jiao said in a coquettish voice: "Sister Blood Spirit, you are here." ”

The blood spirit stepped forward, and a big red flower pinned to his forehead was fiery and eye-catching, gaudy and vulgar.

Nodding slightly, Sister Xuemei learned that the underworld was attacking Mangxu Mountain, and it was as urgent as fire. He specially sent me to bring three hundred Shura to help Sister Blood Dance. ”

Blood Dance said with a smile: "Sister Xuemei is still thoughtful, with the help of three hundred Shura, it is difficult for the underworld to take this mountain from our clan." ”

In the end, his expression was much more relaxed.

At this time, Blood Dance Xingyan suddenly caught a glimpse of the commotion of the subordinates below, and saw that the sound was getting louder and louder.

just frowned and shouted: "Where the Chinese army is, why is it noisy." ”

Hearing the reprimand, a blood clan soldier looked frightened, walked forward quickly, knelt on one knee, and said: "Returning to Her Royal Highness the Princess, the sand table from the Xuanji shows that in a valley in the west of Mangxu Mountain, Lord Qianxi and a team of soldiers led by him...... All of them were killed. ”

"What. ”

The blood dance's delicate body shook violently, her apricot eyes were round, and her face, which was as bright as blood jade, was full of disbelief.

"Qianxun, he died. ”

Muttering, panicking.

It's nothing, Qianxun is the fiancé of the blood dance girl and something like that...... Rather, Chisentsu was the son of the heavenly concubine Umo.

Although he is not the son of one of the four demon kings, he is not too popular with Concubine Wumo, but he can be regarded as an extraordinary identity.

Well, Tianfei Wumo is the wife of Zizi Tianbo Xun.

Maybe everyone thinks that the person who can give the Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation a free Tianbo Xun and put on a green hat must be some kind of supernatural person.

In fact, it is not the case, not to mention that Qianxun's biological father is not a high-level Shura, but just an ordinary blood clan.

This may also be the reason why Qianqiu, who is not high in blood, has cultivated for many years, and is just a mere cultivator.

The reason why this is so is only because Wu Mo, who is a true immortal peak powerhouse, is sick, and he is not lightly ill.

She likes to see that after she was cuckolded by her, she was in pain and angry for her.

From then on, she may have gained a kind of bittersweet pleasure or pain, or realm realization...... Who knows?

So, why is it called a thousand years, not a hundred years, or nine hundred and ninety-nine years?

It's also a lot of fun.

However, as a powerhouse of the Taiyi Golden Immortal who has attained immortality, Zizi Tianbo Xun has already transcended the so-called low-level pleasures of those men and women's love.

Since he arrogantly claimed to be at ease, he naturally thought that the so-called great freedom he pursued was detachment...... How to be confined to this kind of boring thing of jealousy between crazy men and women.

Therefore, Umo's actions are destined to be of no other use except to disgust him a little.

In fact, there are some clues to an incident in the past.

That year, the reincarnated Western Lord sat under the Bodhi tree and became enlightened.

Freely in the sky wave turned into one after another bewitching, exposed-clothed heavenly demon women, in the arms of the world-honored, soft grinding hard bubbles, ears and temples grinding.

It can be described as a variety of amorous, coquettish and low-pitched, and it is precisely this method that wants to use this means to lure the world to sink into the boundless sea of sensuality.

What is the significance of this move...... It's just that he wants to go against the world-honored Dao Fruit and achieve his own way.

In fact, when it comes to the realm of Da Luo Daozun, the transformation of yin and yang, and the distinction between men and women, is only in one thought.

In the eyes of most strong people above Daozun, male love and female love are just the low-level fun of low-level creatures, and it is really not worth it.

No further ado.

Blood Dance was only emotionally sighed for a while, and then he didn't take it to heart anymore.

However, this revenge still has to be avenged, and since the opponent can wipe out the Qianten Division. It's also a hard stubble to think about, and you can't let it go.

Thinking of this, he was about to instruct his subordinates to hunt down the murderer who killed Qianten.

As for the murderer will run away, hehe.

Mangxu Mountain, at this time, has been blocked by the true immortal powerhouses on both sides, and it is allowed to enter but not leave.

There is no need to deliberately look for it at all, just follow the unique bloody aura after the death of Qianli, and you will definitely be able to find it.

At this time, the Blood Spirit smiled faintly and said, "Sister Blood Dance, since this person is able to slaughter nearly a thousand soldiers led by a Shura. Presumably you have some ability, I'm afraid that there are few people, so my sister will send you a few more people. ”

Hearing this, Blood Dance groaned for a long time, and felt reasonable, nodded slightly, and at the same time beckoned downward.

A subordinate with a gloomy and evil breath came to the stage from below.

The man had two black scythes on his back, crossed over. The whole body was wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, which were displayed in front of people.

But these eyes are also white, and the red eyes are only one line, dull but penetrating.

Looking at the looming body around him, it is comparable to the momentum of the earth immortal, and it is obviously a great asura.

Blood Dance's red lips kept stirring, and she didn't know what to say to this great asura.

This seven-foot-tall black Great Shura suddenly clicked on one knee, looked up at the blood dance, and at the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist and placed it on his chest, and he didn't know what strange etiquette he was doing.

Maybe it's the meaning of dying with all your might.

A touching smile appeared on Blood Dance's delicate face, as if she wanted to inspire this person with this move.

Seeing this, the blood spirit was not idle, his hand was raised, and he also made a gesture behind him.

The twelve blood-clothed Shura lined up in unison, silently following the black-clothed Great Shura.

Suddenly, it turned into a dark black and a blood-red streamer, following the bloody aura of the fallen body of the thousand years of Shura, and tracked down the murderer.