Gong Zi gritted her teeth.

On the cross behind the willow demon, the White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain Lord, who was tied up, slowly opened his eyes, those eyes were full of tiredness, he raised his eyes, looked at the demon girl of the Purple Spirit Palace, extremely difficult, and nodded slowly.

He didn't have any more strength to speak.

The tiredness in the eyes, the pain in the flesh, the torture that goes deep into the bone marrow......

Mu Liancheng's meaning, Gong Zi couldn't be clearer.

The mountain lord wanted to give up.

This Liu Demon who came out of the small world is a great cultivator cultivated by the "Five Elders" after spending a lot of natural treasures.

Mu Liancheng, the mountain lord of the Holy Island, and the old devils in the small world are completely two different people, and over the years, they have walked together, and their ideas have clashed with each other countless times.

The mountain lord has always been eager to perfect the cultivation path of the holy island, and the vitality of the demon cultivators is from the inside out, which is diametrically opposed to the cultivators of the Central Plains, even ordinary people who have no talent and cannot enter the product can also take this path.

Break the big week first, and then break the small week.

And the old devils of the Five Elders' Association don't think so, they have survived the bloody era, believe in the concept of "the winner is king", and do whatever it takes to do so.

In the choice of the previous mountain lord, they chose the wrong person.

So this time, there is the "Willow Demon".

This is a complete demon cultivator, and a fanatic who is completely consistent with the ideals and tenets of the "Five Elders".

From leaving the "Five Elders' Society" and arriving on the Holy Island, to now, he has killed the two palace masters, and forced the three holy mountains except the Purple Spirit Palace to agree to the mountain lord's transposition ceremony.

Purge dissidents.

If the Purple Spirit Palace also agrees to the new mountain lord's transposition ceremony, then the "master" of the entire holy island will become a willow demon.

The Lord of the Mountain, who was tied to the cross, will inevitably ...... Obliterated by the "Five Elders".

"The rule of the Holy Island is that only the guilty are held accountable. ”

Liu Mo sensed Gong Zi's gaze and smiled lightly.

"The people who traveled with Mu Liancheng were all sinners, so the two palace masters of Houtu Palace and White Disgust Palace were already dead. He said with a little regret: "It's not just because of the sins on my body, but the bigger reason is that I don't want to admit my sins, and I'd rather die than let the holy island return to a new track." ”

"Under my leadership, the Holy Island will overwhelm the South China Sea, overwhelm the Wind and Snow Silver City, and become the only and most transcendent holy place in this world, we will accept tribute from all over the world, rule over the most powerful cultivators in the Central Plains, and surround our knees with the richest and richest elites in the world...... What's wrong with that?"

He smiled and said, "You can disagree, don't compromise, I won't kill you." But I will kill your master, there is no palace master in the Purple Palace, so you are the master, I will kill your Purple Mansion and let you obediently listen to me for the rest of your life...... As for the others, whoever dares to stand up against them, I will kill them with one sword. ”

Gong Zi laughed miserably.

She finally understood why the palace masters of the Houtu Palace and the White Disgust Palace were both murdered, while the palace masters of the Aoki Palace could survive.

Maybe I should also leave the Holy Island, so that my master is ...... Can you also stay alive?

If I had chosen to leave at the beginning, would I have the power to resist now, wouldn't it...... Rushing back to the Holy Island can solve this disaster?

All thoughts flashed through my mind.

The willow demon carried a hand behind his back, gently cocked his tail finger, and struck it, followed by the bulging of his sleeve robe, and a wisp of subtle sword qi flew by

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out, tied the other arm of his master, and then spread all over his body, and his clothes burst out with an overwhelming sound of shattering.

Being strangled to death by sword qi is the most painful way to die.

For the Holy Mountain Palace Lord of the Holy Island, it was also the most humiliating way to die.

Gong Zi's master was stained with blood, her sword qi was retracted, her whole body was cut to blood, and her clothes were torn, but she did not show the slightest pain.

She looked back at the miserable mountain lord who was tied to the cross, and suddenly laughed softly, but a little relieved.

Willow Demon frowned.

When I looked back, I saw a rising and burning rain of blood.

In an instant, the paving came -

Countless sword qi burst out from the sleeve robe of the palace master of the Purple Spirit Palace, not only the big purple and bright red robe, but from her body, skin, and blood vessels, venting anger and resistance, bursting out!

A voice full of grief and indignation resounded on the top of the Purple Spirit Holy Mountain!

"If—"

"If you weren't born free, how can you do sword cultivation?!"

The sword qi that bound her body was torn apart by the invisible qi machine.

This is the sword qi that is raised in the body of the palace master of the Purple Palace, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead.

Today, it can finally burst out wantonly-

This is a request for death.

Survival is not possible.

You can only ask for death.

On the top of the Purple Spirit Palace, it was like a daytime fireworks, vigorous, and finally the waterfall dispersed and disappeared.

Hot air paving.

Gong Zitong knelt on the ground with a puff, watching Shizun's purple robe twist and explode, and his ears buzzed.

Tears poured out of her eyes uncontrollably, all the colors died, and her whole eyes became extremely gray.

The mountain lord, who was bound to the cross, struggled silently, his fingertips buzzing.

The blood and tears that fell before they could fall to the ground, and in mid-air, they were burned into nothingness by the blazing sword qi.

The man who carried the heavy cross sword on his back unloaded the heavy sword, held the sides of the cross with both hands, and plunged the heavy sword into the earth, bearing all the sword qi bombardment.

The long hair on the sideburns was burned off.

It's just a wisp.

There was no gloom on his face, just a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He knew that there were people who would be willing to die fearlessly.

The monks of Buddhism and the iron horsemen of the royal family, when the last pure land or the national capital is about to fall, all let out a roar with all their might, willing to open the way with their lives, even if they give everything, they are still fearless.

But shouldn't demon cultivators have hearts like stones?

Shouldn't it be the most life-saving and selfish?

Will they also roar out for freedom, dedicate their lives, and turn all their cultivation into a sword that moths to the fire?

Liu Mo thought for a moment in a trance.

It's just that he shook his head, and the surprise in his eyes turned to relief.

At this moment, he understood why the "Five Elders" wanted to eliminate these people, these heretics on the Holy Island had many weaknesses of love, resentment, and hatred.

It seems that under his own hands, he would rather blow himself up and die, rather than agree to the palace master of the Purple Spirit Palace who succeeded to the mountain lord.

What is the difference between such a demon cultivator and those idle Jianghu people in the Central Plains?

The love of children is long, ridiculous and useless.

After Liu Mo figured it out, he turned around.

He chuckled and grabbed the hilt of his heavy cross sword with one hand.

The heavy sword rose from the ground, and two strong winds

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Drop down, smash the gravel on both sides of the mountaintop.

In the end, the momentum suddenly closed, and everything suddenly fell into extreme silence.

The heavy sword was pressed against the neck of the woman who fell to her knees.

......

......

Gong Zi closed her eyes.

She closed her eyes in resignation, expecting in her mind the figure that could rush back to the Holy Island, and sure enough...... Still doesn't show up?

She smiled sadly.

It doesn't matter......

But after a long time, the heavy sword was not handed out.

Gong Zi frowned with some doubts, she slowly opened her eyes and saw that the tip of the heavy cross sword was trembling densely and quickly.

And the sharp tip of the sword is still a millimeter away from the front of his neck.

No further advance is allowed.

Gong Zi raised her head slightly confused.

There is a shadow overhead.

It's a shadow.

The man with the amazing strength of the sword in one hand also stayed on the end of his heavy cross sword.

On the tip of the heavy cross sword, a green shirt stood stomping, with unconcealed anger in his eyes, and said word by word: "I'm late." ”

Gong Zi looked at the woman who stepped on the tip of the sword in a daze.

She was holding a slender object, wrapped in layers of black cloth, murderous, hunting in green shirts, her feet fell slightly, and the entire heavy cross sword was suddenly pressed to the ground by Wanjun's gravity, splashing countless gravel!

Wang Zhi's long hair is coiled up by a bun, and his sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, looking heroic and flying, without the slightest femininity.

After going to sea, it has changed so much.

She just stood here, and her sword qi was calm, giving people a sense of stability that was extremely reassuring.

......

......

"You are Wang Zhi?"

The willow demon looked at the murderous woman in front of him, and the naturally charming woman between his eyebrows, did not pull out the heavy cross sword that was stuck obliquely on the ground, but let it be inserted into the ground, casting a long shadow.

The sword embryo of Aoki Palace was raised together with the sword belt cloth and aimed at the man in front of him.

"It's indeed a good embryo, Puyu Chucheng, but why do you hate me so much?" Liu Mo smiled and said gently: "I didn't kill your master, I knew that you were born so amazingly, I should also be kind to your master, so that she was willing to obey me at the beginning, so that there will be some different blessings of Qi people to enjoy in the future." ”

At this point, he asked softly, "Why don't you put down your sword and leave me like this?" I'll only give you ten breaths to think about it." ”

Just a breath.

The sword qi tore through the black cloth, and it crossed in an instant.

The willow demon's loud laughter resounded at the top of the Purple Spirit Palace.

The heavy cross sword was pulled out by a huge force for no reason, and countless sparks were splashed with clanging sounds, and the man who drew the heavy sword ran all the way, lifting the heavy cross high, smashing it down, opening and closing, and it seemed that there was no order at all!

Breaking through 10,000 laws with one force——

And the woman holding the thin sword took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with both feet, and just handed out a sword!

A sword was handed out, and there was a "buzz".

The whole world fell silent.

Willow Demon narrowed his eyes.

The heavy cross sword was resisted by Chen Si.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

Wang Zhi's face, under the burst of sword qi sparks, looked particularly fair, like an epiphany blooming under fireworks.

She clenched the hilt of Chen Si's sword and sneered: "It's up to you, you want to be the master of the Holy Island, and you want to compete with the Northern Immortals?"

"What are you?"

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