Rumble!

In mid-air, the flames soared into the sky, and the chaotic and violent spiritual power overflowed, and there were waves of violent explosions.

In the eight-hundred-mile Yandu City, a large number of monks who came in and out were scattered, their eyes were hot, and countless mortals in the city looked forward to it, thinking that it was a miracle.

"My God, isn't that Luo Yangluo's predecessor of the Dawushan Jiuzhai Scattered Cultivation Alliance, he actually ......"

"There is also the Great Elder of the Great Wei Sect, Deng Zhu Tao Deng, who is a big man in the late stage of foundation building!"

"There are two more ...... next to that It is the punishment of the authentic sentencing seniors, and the southward journey of the Xiang family of Kamohara Mountain!"

The eyes of a large number of Qi Realm cultivators in Fang City were very sharp, and they were able to distinguish the identities of several people in the air at once.

"How can this be, can't even the four foundation building seniors work together to take down that black-robed man?"

Someone saw Luo Yang's body being submerged in blood flames, and his face was pale and authentic.

"Ah, I see, that person, that black-robed man is Blood Slaughter!" Suddenly, a young Qi Cultivation Realm cultivator shouted: "It's definitely Blood Slaughter, that move is his Gatekeeper Spell Blood Flame Cone!"

The voice fell, and there was a sudden silence all around, and only the roar of the collision of magic weapons in mid-air and the explosion of spells could be heard.

Some of the monks' eyes flickered, and their figures moved in the direction of the half-collapsed Sword Pavilion in the distance, their eyes full of greed.

Although Yi Yan Sword Sect ordered the news to be blocked, but good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and the little bad things in Qiyuan City have already spread all over Cangfeng Country, especially in those scattered cultivations, and there are many messy episodes that are not there.

One of the most crucial links has been added to the hearsay of many loose cultivators, but it is true. After the treasure house of the Sword Pavilion in Qiyuan City was slaughtered by blood, the entire Sword Pavilion was looted by the monks in Qiyuan City, and in the end, not even a single hair was left for the Yi Yan Sword Sect in the ruins, which made the Yi Yan Sword Sect monks who arrived later half dead.

But the benefits that those people got were real, and there were even some Qi Cultivators who found the Spirit Weapon Pill in the ruins, and exchanged them for a large number of spirit stones, envying the monks.

This made many loose cultivators in Cangfeng Kingdom beat their chests, hating themselves for why they were not in Qiyuan City at that time, otherwise they would be the ones who picked up the leaks and made a fortune.

And now, seeing the blood slaughter, although it was against the Yandu City Sword Pavilion under the nose of Yi Yan Sword Sect, how could that monk who was blinded by lard manage so much? As long as there are enough benefits, it is completely enough to make them take risks.

As for Yi Yan's sword sect's revenge, it must be the same as the last time, and it will be borne by that damn demon cultivator!

......

At the same time, in mid-air.

Luo Yang's figure was submerged in the crimson blood flames, and his aura dissipated, but the attack of the three people behind him came with majestic coercion.

A black nail the size of a baby's palm emitted a bits of black poisonous gas, piercing the sky and eroding the air to a sneering sound, a roaring orange-red fire dragon with teeth and claws, and a white jade ring with layers of phantoms under the hood.

The three of them joined forces to shake the bloody slaughter!

"Ho Ho ......"

There was a grim laugh in the air, and the black-robed monk, also known as the Blood Slaughter, stretched out a hand shrouded in a wide robe, like a dazzling shot of pure gold.

I saw his golden hand press out lightly, and it was facing the strange black nails that shot fiercely.

There was a clanging sound, like the sound of gold and iron clashing, and under everyone's eyes, the pale golden flesh palm and the sharp black nail tip touched, but there was no damage in the slightest, but the black nail spirit weapon was firmly grasped in his hand.

"Look for death!"

Deng Zhutao's fat face shook, and his mung bean-sized eyes emitted a sinister light.

This black corpse nail is a high-level spiritual weapon, extremely poisonous, with black corpse poison all over the body, even if ordinary monks touch the bleak black qi, they will immediately become delirious, and black hair grows all over their bodies, like a zombie, controlled by the black corpse nail. And even if it is a foundation building monk, if the skin is accidentally broken by this black corpse nail, it will cost a lot of money to excrete the poison of the black corpse from the body, otherwise once it stays for a long time, it will become a black-haired zombie controlled by others.

Just before a smile appeared on his face, he saw the black-robed monk spread his palms and pinched the black corpse nail that he had been precious in his hand, and a violent spiritual sense crushed him, and it was actually erased in an instant that the spiritual consciousness imprint planted on the black corpse nail was erased, causing the blood in Deng Zhutao's mouth to spray wildly, and his face turned pale.

The black-robed monk played with the black corpse nail with great interest, and then put it in the storage bag.

"Thief, die!"

Seeing that the black-robed monk didn't look at him at all, his old face was blue and white, and he was controlling the majestic fire dragon in mid-air, and he was about to crash into the body of the former.

Seven Rank Xuan Fu, Fire Dragon Fu.

Xing Zhengzong is good at making talismans, his sentence is a talisman everyone, he has drawn several pieces of the third grade of the talisman, his net worth is also very rich, and the entire sect is very rich.

If it weren't for being calculated by Li Zhenxiao, the sect leader of the Yi Yan Sword Sect a few years ago, he would not have stood on the side of the Yi Yan Sword Sect so quickly, but now that he has become a minion of the Yi Yan Sword Sect, he naturally needs to have a merit to take a shot.

Wouldn't it be a good resume to capture and slaughter the bloodbath?

Although he had also vaguely heard that the bloody slaughter was powerful, and killing the foundation building was like slaughtering a dog, this was only to hear that any monk who cultivated to the foundation building realm was a person with a strong heart, and gossip had limited impact on him.

Besides, there are endless talismans and seals on his body, as well as the upper three-grade Xuan runes drawn by the sect masters of the Punishment Sect of the past dynasties, which makes him very confident.

Perhaps it was the roar of the fire dragon that attracted the attention of Blood Slaughter, and the head shrouded in black robes turned around and looked at Xingzheng, which immediately shocked his heart, as if he had been hit hard.

Sure enough, there is no vanity under the fame, and this person has not even revealed his face, which gives him such a terrifying feeling.

Swish!

Xing Zheng hurriedly looked at Xiang Nan beside him, this little old man was also pale, but when he saw Xing Zheng looking, he gritted his teeth and manipulated the stack of white jade ring-like spiritual weapons in the distance to put them on the black-robed monk.

"Humph!"

The black-robed monk snorted like a drumstick in everyone's hearts. On the ground, some of the people with slightly lower cultivation even had a trace of blood spilling from their ears and noses.

Behind the black-robed monk, an illusory golden giant scorpion instantly condensed, and then quickly dissipated, a touch of gold enveloping his body. With a punch, the air exploded, and a row of visible air waves swept through, shattering the huge fire dragon flying from the distance with fangs and claws, turning into sparks in the sky.

Immediately afterward, the black-robed monk's figure did not stop, and he grabbed it with his backhand, as if a huge hideous golden scorpion poked out its tail hook and blasted towards the countless white jade rings on the top of its head.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the phantom of the jade ring that had shrouded half of the sky in white sand was annihilated like quicksand, and only one remained, colliding with the fist of the black-robed monk, and the surface of the white and flawless ring immediately cracked a circle of cracks, and then turned into countless fragments and exploded.