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A figure suddenly rushed into the sky, and there was a killing aura around it that devoured the darkness.

Above the twelve blood knives, flowing like a curtain of water light.

It was also a bloody aura comparable to that of the twelve Yuan Shen Realm cultivators.

The blood-colored cloak hunted, and the sound of the rain could not hide the killing intent in it.

Lu Bei stood with his palms empty, and his upward palms suddenly flipped over, striking at the twelve Blood Sea Shura who were already attacking.

The palm print is the way, the blood is dazzling, the phantom is a wheel, and the place where the light is brilliant is like the mountains are reversed and the rivers are overturned.

[Demon Devourer] imprinted with the supreme demonic power that suppressed all things, and faced the twelve blood-clothed Shura.

"The Three Dharma Seals of Buddhism. No, it's not ......"

As soon as he saw Lu Bei's palm print supernatural power, the black-clothed Great Shura was like a night owl in his sharp voice, and he had already unconsciously carried a trace of panic.

The three Dharma seals of Buddhism will only be a golden Buddha light, and there will be no bloody and ferocious blood light, and this domineering atmosphere that devours the sky and the earth......

It is by no means the shameless path that the Western Buddha has always been hiding in the midst of purity and compassion.

The three seals of Buddhism, [all actions are impermanent], [all laws have no self], and [nirvana silence].

In the past, this great assura had seen the Bodhisattva in the underworld from afar, and the palm print used by this son was not at all.

Thinking about it like this, I was even more sure in my heart that this must be some unknown ancient demon Dao supernatural power.

The black-clothed Great Shura suddenly had a greedy thought in his heart, and the corner of his mouth smiled cruelly.

Hey.

However, before the smile could spread, it froze on his face in an instant.

Gain, as far as the black-clothed Great Shura saw in front of his eyes, in the valley of three hundred miles, except for him...... Only Lu Bei remains.

What about the twelve blood-clothed Shura comparable to the realm of the primordial gods?

Exploding blood mist, broken blood knives, and blood-red cloaks.

...... They all died.

Not far away, an indifferent figure dressed in a blood-colored cloak stepped on a magic weapon that could not be seen.

Ru Bing's eyes flickered coldly, and under that miserable white face, the seven orifices were bleeding, which was terrifying.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth, which were stained with blood, suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodthirsty white teeth.

"It's your turn. ”

This statement is unquestionable, like the constitution of heaven.

The slightest hint of coolness was inexplicably born from the back of the black-clothed Great Shura, and went straight to the neck. There was a sense of absurdity in his heart...... This son is Shura.

It turned out that the palm prints of the nine palms of Lubei were hit down from the sky one after another, and for a while, the magnificent place was like tidal waves, layer upon layer.

Seeing this, the twelve blood-clothed Shura frantically brandished their bloody knives and kept chopping.

Where the air waves surged, the rain splashed everywhere, like a petal black lotus, and the end was sharp and incomparable.

However, while the palm print divine power was slashed by the blood-clothed Shura, it was still constantly devouring the bloody aura split by the twelve blood-clothed Shura.

Even though it was shattered, it condensed again, and the supernatural power can be described as terrifying and weird.

The palm prints are nine paths, heavy like mountains, deeper than the abyss sea, overwhelming, and there is nowhere to escape......

This palm print is so domineering, just because it is not made of surging mana and illusory qi.

Even if Lu Bei wanted to play with mana, with the mana level of the Jindan realm, it would be impossible.

This was the result of the long river of qi and blood in his spiritual aperture space, which was as heavy as lead and mercury.

Each blow was a real palm, just because the speed was too fast, one was as fast as the other, but it was a shocking effect of nine consecutive blows exploding in one blow.

The twelve blood-clothed Shura were blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the heavy mountains, but they didn't have time to spread around.

They were all destroyed by the foot of Lu Bei, and the black lotus sucked the blood element like a long whale absorbing water, and then refined and transformed into a three-hole blood Bodhi.

In the end, it was swallowed and refined by the [Devouring Demon] at this time, and Lu Bei, who was burned inside.

Lu Bei only felt that his whole body trembled violently, as if he was about to explode, which was a strong backlash after hitting the nine palm prints.

The action of force is reciprocal.

Whether it is in the plane of Xianxia where you can fly away from the sky, or in the plane of science where trains and ships roar, there has never been an exception.

In fact, he can hit four or five combos without being counterattacked.

That way, after he performed the unloading method, there was no risk of backlash.

...... But he wouldn't.

He knew before that when the true body of Shura was retrained. Under the double cultivation of his law body, it is enough to kill the primordial god like a dog.

However, it was a full twelve primordial god-level Shura.

If they don't take advantage of their underestimation of their own strength and use thunder to kill, once he falls into a bitter battle, it will be worse than death.

The twelve blood bodhi, condensed the life blood essence of the twelve Shura, were frantically refined by him with golden mana.

At this time, the shocked look in the black-clothed Great Shura's eyes slowly faded, but he saw through Lu Bei's emptiness.

sneered: "Such a supernatural power, this seat wants to ...... You won't be able to do it a few times. ”

Before the words fell, the two sickles struck each other in the air, and the crisp jingle sound came, which was not heard by Lu Bei.

A black-clothed figure had already arrived not far in front of him, with a silver sword light, dazzling, as cold as water.

crossed and slashed towards Lu Bei's body.

......

On top of a barren mountain.

The rain is getting heavier, and the sky is vast.

At this time, Jiang Ping inexplicably felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and faintly felt that something was wrong, so he subconsciously clenched the three-life and three-leaf Huangquan sword hanging on his waist and paused the clouds.

He remembered what he had forgotten, it was the token of the [Sect Spirit Seven Non-Heavenly Palace].

"Governor Jiang, why don't you leave. ”

Li Sixing turned his head to look at Jiang Ping, who had already paused in the clouds, with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and smiled strangely.

"You are not a person who ...... the [Sect Spirit Seven Non-Palace]. ”

Before the words were finished, the three-leaf three-leaf Huangquan sword on his waist came out of the sheath.

Rub.

Rolling yellow springs, like surging waves.

The clover of grass is like a knife.

Jiang Ping didn't give others a chance to defend themselves at all, and directly drew his sword and killed him.

"Haha, since you've seen through it. The seat is no longer hidden. ”

Li Si's body squirmed, and his short and fat body suddenly became taller, and at the same time, he disappeared into a black abyss void.

Jiang Ping sneered, pointed his long sword at the void, and forcibly calmed down: "I still think that which true immortal powerhouse is deceiving Jiang, I don't want to be a thousand-faced ancestor." ”

But I saw that in the rainy sky, one by one was transformed into black rain, or a baby, or an old man, or a woman...... 's face, looking at Jiang Ping with a hideous and sad smile.

No wonder.

Only true immortals can slightly disturb the heavens and perceive ignorance.

He will not notice it for a while, and he will be calculated.

No, it's not good...... It's Liang Yan.

Jiang Ping suddenly remembered that even if it was a true immortal powerhouse who disturbed his own heavenly opportunity, he should not let him who was holding the three-life three-leaf sword not even have a trace of vigilance.

Previously, he had clearly warned with his spiritual sense, but was interrupted by that Liang Yan.

Hateful, killable.

"Why, Governor Jiang figured it out. ”

Thousands of faces spoke in unison, like mosquitoes buzzing, disturbing the heartstrings and disgusting.

As with some ......

"Arrogance, with you as a true immortal, you still want to stay in Bendu. ”

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ping suddenly retreated dozens of feet one after another, smashing the rain flowers and slamming the void everywhere.

But he quietly dodged the sneak attack blow that came from the shadows, and the long sword slashed rampantly, slashing towards a void at the same time.

Kindness.

It's like slashing on top of a large mass of tattered cloth, soft and sticky, and it doesn't work.

"Plus this seat. ”

A voice that looked like a man and a woman came slowly, ethereal and far-reaching.

"Yin and Yang Dharma King. ”

Jiang Ping was gloomy like water, and said word by word.

The two true immortal-level powerhouses really look up to Jiang.

"Please ask Governor Jiang to go on the road. ”

Countless voices came from all directions, men and women, old and young, murderous and monstrous.