Hiding in the immortal monument?

His Royal Highness frowned, looked at Ye Thirteen, and saw that there was a solemnity on the tread of the Dao, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

This senior brother of the South China Sea, although he is on the road of stealing the sky, he was sneered at by Liang Liang behind his back as a "fake saint", but he is not really a shady person, he is not upright, he is frank and open, but even if he is the avenue of stealing the sky, he is ruthless and upright.

There is no element of intrigue in this statement.

Ye Shisan covered his chest with some pain, and said in a dull voice: "I know what you are worried about, the gate of the immortal monument before Zhong Er, the reckless people in the rivers and lakes who lured it in, said that they would definitely die, but in that immortal monument, creation and chance coexist, even the master can't snoop on, where can he say it?"

He slowly shook off a slender blue jade plaque from the placket of his clothes, "This jade plaque is a little bit of vitality that I collected when you stepped into the Immortal Island, there is no major problem, it can explore the life breath, those who were reckless in the rivers and lakes before, and those who entered the door, now none of them are dead, and the life is broken and dissipated, all of them died at the hands of others when they were competing for creation before." ”

Ye Shisan crushed the blue jade long card, and in an instant, the space at hand trembled, and a narrow crack appeared beside him, above the altar, the ancient aura of the immortal tablet was like a yin wind oozing cracks, still with rich creative implications, but now it no longer looks as attractive as before, but it makes people frightened and dare not set foot on it.

Ye Shisan looked at the Qiliang Northern Wei Xiguan camp was still indifferent, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "I know that this accident is the fault of the South China Sea, but I am afraid that if Ye Mou says anything at this moment, you will not believe it." Now that the wasteland is changing and the demon is recovering, Ye Shisan is willing to accompany you here, if you really can't think of a better countermeasure, then consider hiding in the immortal monument to save your life. ”

His Royal Highness looked at the mountains in the distance, and after the bloody rain fell on the mountains of different sizes, the blood qi soared one after another.

The closest to his own mountain, is a demon cultivator who cultivated to the realm of the most grandmasters in his lifetime, in ancient times, maybe he could barely be called the word devil, at this moment the blood is soaring, a vague figure stands up from the blood, regardless of the broken body, the soles of the feet step on the top of the mountain, the whole body rises from the ground, turning into a blood-colored rainbow, extremely brave to take the lead.

His Royal Highness had not yet made a move, and Dongjun, who had been standing on the top of the mountain and watching, had a calm face, and slowly pointed out a finger at this moment, and did not even use the relics left by Qin Jun, Chunlei Qin.

A twisted wave suddenly exploded—

The blood-colored rainbow collapsed in an instant, even if it was exploded by Dongjun, there was still half of the body smashed down, and fell the altar, with extremely strong toughness, like a spring, jumping high again, after the blood light shattered, it revealed a twisted and hideous face, the lower body has been crushed by Dongjun's "sonic boom", the upper body has two arms left, teeth and claws, and after jumping, it will be smashed in the Xiguan camp, a corrosive mouth that fell from the sky spewed out scarlet corpse liquid, biting the sleeve of a Xiguan Jiupin general.

Dongjun frowned, the speed of this figure was too fast, he never thought that even if half of his body was crushed by his own sonic boom, he still had residual vitality to be able to make biting movements.

The reaction speed of the Xiguan general was extremely fast, and the Yuan Qi Shock Sword was unsheathed, and the head was directly shattered, and the blood rain was about to splash in all directions, and a slender object was extremely fast in front of him.

The Xiguan general suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

The drop of corpse blood that fell on his arm, every drop drilled into the arm bone, burning fiercely, and his soul was almost cracked, such a heart-piercing pain, even the Xiguan man couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, the slender thing that crossed in front of him blocked the rain of blood on his cheeks.

Ren Pingsheng's expression was indifferent, the sword qi was faster than his Xiguan barrier general, and he cut the head open in mid-air, shattering to the existence of almost "nothingness", and the sword qi gathered the corpse blood, and in an instant, it was like a big sleeve, and he threw this thumb-thick blood stream out of the mountain.

Not only that, but after a week of the Nine Hatred Sword Qi, he directly cut off one of the arms of his beloved general from his shoulder without hesitation.

With a snap, his arm hit the ground, and a hot breath splashed on the ground and boiled.

The Xiguan general, who had lost an arm, knelt on the ground fiercely, the place where the broken arm was sealed by sword qi, and he tore off a strip of cloth with all his strength to wrap the wound, and a large piece of blood surged up, staining the broken arm red.

Sweat droplets rolled down his forehead like a shower, his cheeks were bloodless, and he was gently pressed by Jiang Qingyi's weak body, and finally slowly lay down on his side, gritting his teeth and glancing at his whole arm that was still "jumping around" at the moment, with a painful expression.

The Xiguan general closed his eyes and slowed down for a while, but after a while, he felt a little more relieved.

The pain of a broken arm is actually a little easier than the heart-eating pain.

"It's kind of a life. ”

Ren Pingsheng's face was indifferent, he stepped forward, stepped on the arm that was already scarlet and still bouncing, and said coldly: "In a few moments at night, the whole person will be thrown out of the mountain." ”

The Xiguan general's face turned pale, watching Ren Pingsheng kick his arm away, and the sword was missing in mid-air, and countless sword qi dismembered and disintegrated that arm, and threw the blood rain into the air in the same way.

"The demon just now doesn't seem to have any wisdom to speak of. Dongjun frowned: "Cultivation is considered a nine-grade if it tops the sky, it should be a terrible fall, so there is nothing to be afraid of, but the vitality is too tenacious, and the remaining half of the body has to be bitten." ”

His Royal Highness narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

The West Demon lazily walked to the very corner of the mountain, standing side by side with Dongjun.

After Qingshi and Ye Thirteen were injured, there were only two of them in the realm of demons and grandmasters.

The West Demon looked at it from afar, casually watching the successive blood qi rising from the earth, and said softly: "Is this afraid? Next, the entire wasteland will riot, such demons are countless, you don't have a void flame, the sound path does not restrain the demon path, the more it drags on, the more it collapses, and it hits the back, even if it relies on the spring thunder to shatter the demonic erosion around the body, it is impossible to get out, and when there are a few more old demons in the realm of grandmasters, this spring thunder will be completely buried in the wasteland. ”

Dongjun didn't nod or shake his head.

He just looked at the highest magic mountain.

In his opinion, these little devils are not to be feared, they have the ability to cross the wasteland, even those big devils, who really figured out the means of attack, could not prevent themselves from escaping.

It's just that the blood on that magic mountain is now beginning to move.

A real majestic blood.

With a disgusting aura, even if you look at it, you will feel disgusted.

The Great Devil of the Ancients.

I don't know how many sinners have been killed, how many living beings have been eaten, and how many white bones the throne has been built up to achieve this realm.

"I originally thought that demon cultivation was just a means. ”

Dongjun sighed softly: "Demon Dao...... It's really a derogatory term. ”

The West Demon added, "That was before. ”

She twisted her head invisibly and looked in the direction of His Royal Highness: "Until now, demon cultivation is just another shortcut for those who can't cultivate the Yuan. The mountain lord of the Holy Island is the biggest devil today, but he likes to come to the Central Plains to sell masks and tease children in crowded places. ”

The corners of Liang Liang's mouth were slightly hooked.

Dongjun didn't understand why this master of the Western Regions would speak for the Demon Dao, frowned, and suddenly saw the woman beside him raise her arms, and two rays of light that were much stronger than his previous aura suddenly exploded in the distance.

It's like a big day.

Liang Liang retracted his expression, raised his arms, clenched his five fingers, and the two pillars of blood rushing in the distance were directly pinched and exploded by himself with "Void Flame" from a very long distance, and burned into nothingness.

"These adversacies...... Actually, it's not a problem. ”

Liang Liang's voice was calm.

"Come one, I'll kill one, come one, I'll kill one. ”

"I can even kill all the demons in this wasteland by myself. ”

She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the tallest mountain in the distance.

It was the highest magic mountain, and the blood rain clouds had been brewing for a long time.

With the help of Void Flame and the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the West Demon can kill wantonly in the wasteland, even if it is against the demon at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, at least it has the power to protect itself.

But anyone can see the difference between the highest magic mountain.

The second-highest magic mountain, the evil qi is extremely heavy, the demon has not yet been born, there is already a blood cloud condensation, and the vision of heaven and earth is born.

And the Great Demon Mountain, which can be comparable to the final peak of the South China Sea, is a hundred times stronger than the previous one?

His Royal Highness, who was also looking at the Supreme Demon Mountain, rubbed his eyebrows at this moment, and the scene deduced from the fragments of the Diffuse Land in his mind rewound countless times.

"Houqing. ”

The county lord spat out these two words in his ear.

Wei Lingshan frowned, and there was such a vague image in the fragmented memory fragments in his mind.

She muttered, "The demon clan seems to ...... Afraid of him?"

His Royal Highness had heard of this great demon god who only appeared in ancient legends.

There are several ancient scrolls enshrined on the Holy Island today, and some of the lost exercises are from Yu Houqing.

It is said that this demon god has extremely strange practices and is proficient in the side ways, especially refining corpses, which can be regarded as an alternative manipulative puppet.

was refined into a puppet by Hou Qing, his spiritual wisdom was not reduced, and his cultivation increased greatly, but he fell into the devil's way, and then he did not enter reincarnation, he was not born or died, and he was naturally immortal and immortal.

And at this moment, the West Demon's finger pointed in one direction.

Above that magic mountain, in the direction of the belly of the mountain.

The distance is extremely far.

Only those with excellent eyesight can see what the West Demon fingers are.

His Royal Highness's pupils constricted.

Scarlet blood and qi shrouded the magic mountain, and in the belly of the mountain, there was a small figure, which was struggling to climb under great pressure.

It was a figure shrouded in black robes, and the reason why it was said to be "difficult" was because its climbing posture was extremely strange.

It is not to climb the mountain, but to face the mountain with its back to the mountain, facing the direction of His Royal Highness.

A painted mask is revealed.

He is like a puppeteer who has been carried up, and the mountain behind him is high, and the three strange figures who climb the mountain very fast are more like puppets on the controlled line, and they move in unison with each other, and with the rhythm of his fingers raised, he jumps high, and when his fingers fall, he smashes down heavily, which is considered to have climbed a distance, and keeps going back and forth, and keeps climbing.

He turned his back to the Magic Mountain and faced His Royal Highness.

During the bump, the green oni fangs on the painted mask grew and gradually changed their expressions.

A big smile was revealed.