"Shura Boy!"

"The last time you let Changmei Zhenren let you go, you still dared to show up here," Lieyangzi scolded at the Northern Demon Sectist.

"I have the courage to look down on my ancestor," the blood-colored clouds quickly flew in, the blood-colored raindrops continued to fall, and the weeds on the ground immediately made a sizzling sound after being stained with the blood rain.

This rain of blood was filled with strong corrosiveness, three points stronger than the venom of a thousand-year-old poisonous snake.

"The long-eyebrow rat generation, only hide and hide, the ancestor has been fighting with him in Shu for ten years, the ancestor is already bored, if you run away again this time, the ancestor will kill this group of scattered cultivators,"

"Don't you pay attention to not being exposed to cause and effect, and accumulating good deeds?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Shura Boy, you were born in the Northern Demon Sect, you have been deeply demonic, and there is no possibility of saving, you must not be used to suppress you, and you will not be harmed," Yang Qifeng sighed, looking like he had no choice but to do so.

Ten years ago, he knew that this person was only one of the three disasters and five tribulations, and it was not a providential disgust, so he deliberately looked for the other party and successfully shaped this person into his great enemy.

They have been entangled for ten years now, and in the past ten years, with the help of this Shura boy of the Northern Demon Sect, Yang Qifeng has become famous.

Shura Boy's tone is not small, but he also has real skills, this can be regarded as the rising star of the Northern Demon Sect, Yang Qifeng He came from behind, from being invincible on time, to being evenly matched today, and he is also a great prestige in casual cultivation.

It's just that it's not very useful, it's selfish and selfish, and it's impossible to make them give up their interests, and it's not as good as some chivalrous and righteous chivalrous people in the mundane.

"This Shura boy has achieved great success, and he has cultivated the Shura Blood Evil Divine Light, all of you fellow Daoists, please leave, one accidentally died, wasting a hundred years of cultivation in vain,"

"Please also ask Changmei Zhenren to be careful, you must get rid of such demons and return the world to peace," there was a Shura boy who was scattered and looked at the turbulent waves, and finally gritted his teeth, even if he was unwilling, he retreated.

Soon, more than half of the many scattered cultivators had dispersed.

The simple principle of avoiding evil and seeking good fortune is still understood, unless it reaches the point where it is necessary to fight, otherwise no one is willing to take risks.

"Go, none of you can leave," Shura Boy chattered and smiled, his immature face showed a hideous expression, he stretched out his slender tongue, gently licked the corners of his mouth, and the blood cloud beside him spread out and spread.

The buzzing sound resounded in the sky, and the blood clouds had covered the sky, and the blood rain continued to fall, as if thousands of bees were flying.

The blood rain was abundant, overwhelming, and countless rays of light could be faintly seen, covering the sky and sweeping in all directions.

"What a gut!" Yang Qifeng burst out, he stretched out his hand and pointed, a sword light rushed up into the night, and the sword qi came out vertically and horizontally, like a dense net, constantly intertwined, directly stopping many blood rains.

"I haven't seen you for a while, you have made a lot of progress, but the ancestor has made even greater progress," Shura Boy opened his mouth and spit out, and a sharp claw leaped out, turning into a long black snake, entrenched in his body, and directly wrapped around the flying sword.

The crimson sword light rose out, Lieyangzi started at this moment, he had successfully condensed the Yin God in ten years, and if he wanted to walk the world freely, he must have the ability of the sword immortal.

The big world of "Shu Mountain" is not as strict as the "Immortal Dao" big world, and it is necessary to open the Dao ban, this ban does not know how many outstanding people of the Son of Heaven have been stuck, originally they were expected to be Yin God, but in the end they had to die in a hurry like mortals.

"The dolls of the Kunlun faction taste the best," the Shura boy looked at Lie Yangzi, his eyes showed greed, he slapped his waist pocket, and suddenly the pocket opened, and a flying knife with a handle flew out.

The flying knives hovered densely in the sky, and at a cursory glance, there were nearly thirty of them.

"Kill Changmei, you and this Kunlun faction doll, the ancestor's thirty-six Shura swords can be refined, and when the time comes, the number of Tiangang will be formed, and the ancestor will not lose the position of the helmsman when he returns to the sect,"

"And this treasure from birth, if it weren't for your long eyebrows, the ancestor wouldn't have been able to get it, long eyebrows, you are really the ancestor's lucky star, and the ancestors are a little reluctant to kill you,"

The Shura knife exuded killing intent, as if it was essentially cutting through the four directions.

"Don't be touched by the Shura knife, this knife condenses the power of Shura, and is the best at polluting the flying sword and the body, if you are slashed, there is no pure silver water to clean, and you will inevitably be reincarnated in this life," Yang Qifeng has a lot of knowledge, if it is the magic weapon of others, he may not be as good as a few family treasures to talk about the origin and efficacy.

But Yang Qifeng knows the family background of this Shura boy better than him.

It's really for nothing that he has repeatedly fought with Shura Boy in the past ten years, and after playing with him for ten years, Yang Qifeng has already figured him out

The Shura knife was urging and constantly swept across the sky.

A casual cultivator was caught off guard, but he was slashed by the Shura knife, one arm was cut off, and he flew sideways in the air, and a force of Shura began to spread, but the arm gradually began to dissolve.

Sanxiu let out a terrible scream, his whole body was melting, and in less than a breath, the shouting stopped abruptly, and he had turned into a pool of thick water.

After the Shura knife killing, the blood light on it was even better, and the other scattered cultivators who stayed here saw this, but they didn't dare to stay anymore, and they fled one after another by showing their means.

The Shura boy was smiling violently, and he controlled the Shura knife to shoot towards Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng said to Lie Yangzi, "The devil is powerful, retreat quickly,"

Lieyangzi immediately understood the meaning of Yang Qifeng's expression, Yang Qifeng rushed into Mount Emei, Lieyangzi also followed, and Shura Boy was not to be outdone.

The scattered cultivators in Mount Emei did not escape the fate of death, and they died tragically under the Shura knife.

This Shura knife is too sharp and evil, killing people without seeing blood, the more you kill, the more fierce it is, the more powerful it is, it is no wonder that the Demon Dao Dachang, in this mortal battlefield, has gathered hundreds of thousands of corpses, and has not been refined into a peerless murder weapon.

That is to say, this side of the world is blessed, thousands of people are a big deal, you change to the fantasy wind world, a million deaths are just a slap in the face, and hundreds of millions of people in the blood sacrifice can't practice a peerless murder weapon.

The light in Mount Emei is bright, and the light is faintly visible, but there is a talisman.

Yang Qifeng had just rushed into Mount Emei, and the talisman immediately converged and flew straight towards Yang Qifeng, like a milk swallow falling into Yang Qifeng's arms.

"Treasures have spirits, choose their own masters,"

A flash of light flickered, but it was the talisman that was instantly refined and became something owned by Yang Qifeng.