People in the devil's path are the most ruthless.

There has always been such a saying in the rivers and lakes, and there are indeed many bloodthirsty demons who are thirsty for murder, and they do not hesitate to "dig out their hearts and lungs" in order to practice the exercises.

But in fact, there were not many demons in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the one who really committed heinous crimes, notorious enough to make the north and the south punish him, was the rain devil.

His Royal Highness Sen Luodao of the Northern Wei Dynasty was undoubtedly a great devil in the Spring and Autumn Period, but he killed a lot of people, but he won the awe of the 100,000-mile floating land of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Everyone is afraid and respectful, and all the big people in the palace, no matter how high they sit, have always avoided and retreated to this great highness, for fear that the living king of Hades will not agree with him and roll up his sleeves and kill people.

It is unknown what the demon path cultivators were before the Spring and Autumn Period.

His Royal Highness has lived on the Holy Island for a long time, the Lord of the Mountain, as the co-owner of the Demon Sect in the world, the No. 1 Demon Dao giant in the world, his hobby on weekdays is to go to the Central Plains to hang out, set up a stall in the world, enjoy leisure and happiness, wearing a white lotus ink robe, where is half a point of coldness?

Who did the rain devil kill for? Who did Yan Xiaoqi kill for?

The word ruthless is only right for sentient beings.

Where is there anyone who doesn't have the slightest concern in their hearts?

Hou Qing is about to forget what he cares about.

Perhaps in that ancient era when the gods fought, the group of cultivators who could stand at the highest place, in terms of supernatural powers, could be called a "living immortal", intercepting the river with a snap of their fingers, cutting off the sea, moving mountains, and covering the sun. The road is simple, such a "living immortal", it looks like a fairy wind and bones, and he is extremely happy, but when he cultivates to that point, the only one he really loves is himself, right?

Hou Qing squinted, and his mind was mixed.

These illusory dreams, the ridiculous dreams of these poor human ants, squeezed into their minds.

He raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him who looked slightly confused, covered her chest with her hands, and was at a loss.

It only took him one breath to clear all those thoughts.

These distractions.

In their own opinion, these cultivators whose cultivation is so inferior and who obviously have nothing are just ridiculous jokes in their hearts.

Hou Qing looked at Qing Shui calmly, neither advancing nor retreating.

These are just a dream made of their own steles, this woman is false, and what everyone here dreams about is false.

Killing people is not enough.

Hou Qing kills people, it is to use the technique of controlling strings, stripping people's minds and controlling people's souls, just like manipulating puppets, sharpening knives and blunt stones, and transforming purple mansions, which is to hold the blade tightly.

The soul of the great god general Jian has been suppressed by Hou Qing, and all the soul of the Dao heart is cracked.

In an instant, most of the control of the immortal monument was returned to the hands of this former owner.

Hou Qing slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

He was thinking about a question.

If you had to do it all over again, back countless years ago, what would you choose?

Hou Qing's face was calm, sensing the emotion called "regret" that rose and fell in his chest.

He chuckled under his breath.

In an instant, a black vitality spread, faster than the sharp blade of a sword, and it was handed over in an instant, dripping around the woman's neck, bringing out a poignant pool of blood, and then returning to Hou Qing's hand.

Qing Shui fell to the ground miserably, and his shirt was stained red with blood.

The "Great Divine General Jian" not far away, his face was indifferent, he raised a hand, placed it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

The black vitality of the murderous sheath condensed again in the palm of the hand, slowly dipping into the palm like a sheath, leaving specks of blood.

He sniffed lightly, the corners of his lips rose, and then he sniffed greedily for the second time, his eyebrows raised, and then he raised his blood-stained palm close to his cheek, stretched out his tongue, and made a gesture like "licking his palm".

The expression is happy.

He has been ...... for a long time There was no blood.

Then he frowned and narrowed his eyes.

He slowly lifted his palm and moved it to the sky, his palm still aimed at himself.

Hou Qing stared at the clear water and blood in his palm, frowned, and slowly reached out his other hand and touched his heart.

"Poof—"

"Poof!"

There was a convulsion, colic.

Hou Qing's hand pressing his chest pressed slightly, pressing his chest into a depression, and his brows were still furrowed.

I can't suppress this pain.

It's not under your control.

After the Demon Dao Patriarch became familiar with the pain, he slowly recovered his expressionless face, and Mu Ran spat out a sentence from his mouth.

"Trouble for mortals. ”

It's just killing.

Killing someone you know, will there be this kind of pain?

No wonder the cultivators of this era are so vulnerable.

Hou Qing raised his eyebrows, and for no reason thought of the "man" who shared a body with the city lord of Fengxue Silver City after leaving the customs, and used the body of an ordinary man, he would inevitably have many weaknesses that he had never had, and when he controlled the core of the immortal monument, when the time came, he would be refined into a puppet with these weaknesses, and it would be a good thing to completely cut off the seven emotions and six desires.

The corners of his lips rose at the thought of this.

Then there was a thunderous rumble from the dome.

Hou Qing raised his head in amazement and looked at the huge clouds that bloomed above the dome, and the dome was shining from the hole in the center of the clouds.

Someone came across the illusion in the monument.

The greatest thing in the world is cause and effect.

What else can withstand the cause and effect in this monument of oneself?

Hou Qing looked at the top of the dome.

In the midst of the light, a huge head poked down.

The two beards are a hundred feet long, fluttering between the clouds and mist, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the mist.

Then there was a monstrous dragon head that almost filled the entire canopy.

Hou Qing's expression stiffened for a moment, and his scalp was numb: "True Dragon?!! How can there be——"

On top of the dragon's head stood a young man in ink-colored lotus clothes, and before Hou Qing finished speaking, he raised his hands and pressed down in an instant.

Thousands of miles of clouds began to revolve around him, and the purple mansion roared, and the general trend was coming.

Forget to return to the mountain, there are thousands of miles of old dragons entrenched, lighting fireworks in the world.

After getting the "pond fish", His Royal Highness's divine soul in the purple mansion has been completed, and the real dragon has taken off, and gradually has the domineering posture of the old dragon who stood in the world back then, forgetting to return to the mountain, and raising his head to swallow the Bodhisattva.

His Royal Highness pressed down with both hands, and the real dragon on the soles of his feet cracked his lips, as if he was smiling, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wild clouds were swallowed by the true dragon whale.

The dome was windless and cloudless.

His Royal Highness's eyes were golden, and he lowered his head indifferently and looked down, seeing the body of a woman with a desolate appearance, knowing that he was still a moment late, so that Hou Qing invaded the soul of General Jian, and at this moment, I don't know how many people in the immortal monument have become "puppets".

He pressed his hands down again.

Heaven and earth are coming.

With a bang, invisible pressure fell.

The soles of Hou Qing's feet exploded with countless earth and stones, and his knees were almost crushed to his knees, and the demonic path giant had a hideous expression and roared loudly: "Evil Dragon! When I recover my cultivation, I will pick the skin of your evil dragon and smoke your bones——"

The small hall clenched his fists expressionlessly.

The dragon opens above the dome.

An obscure dragon language slowly trembled out from the belly of the true dragon, spreading and spreading, and the bones roared, and when it came to the voice, it slowly brewed and paused for a moment.

Then it was like the gates of hell were opened!

The scarlet dragon flame burst out from between the lips and teeth of the real dragon in an instant, and the cylindrical flame blocked the throat for a breath, and then collapsed, with a diameter of dozens of zhang, which seemed insignificant before the huge dragon's head, as if it came out against the tongue, but after the exit, the momentum was huge, like a sound wave transiting, and it radiated in an instant-

Crimson flames pierced through and fell to the earth.

In the very center, there is a man who struggles to raise his arms, and in the face of the high temperature that is enough to turn his soul directly into nothingness, he makes a "mantis arm as a car" move to resist.

Engulfed by dragon flames in an instant.

The man raised his hands in the flames, as if he had carved out an extremely narrow world with great difficulty, and the roar was drowned out by the roar of the mighty dragon.

Hou Qing began to run.

The true dragon turned its head slowly.

One on earth and one in heaven.

The dragon flames continued to pierce through the top of one person's head, and the man raised his arms and ran extremely fast.

The entire land was ignited by the dragon flame that was comparable to the Suzaku Void Flame.

The small hall was expressionless, stepping on the skull of the real dragon, shaking his sleeves slightly, and a narrow thin sword slipped out of each of his sleeves, black on the left and white on the right.

The two soul swords were not in a hurry to fuse.

His Royal Highness was calm, his toes were slightly strong, and he rushed out in an instant, rushing out from the high dome, stepping on the fierce flames, the lotus clothes were not stained with the slightest flame, dancing wildly on both sides, the sky was full of red flames, reflecting the red cheeks under the small hall, but it was murderous.

The pillar of flame that burst out of the mouth of the true dragon was like a passage.

From the dome to the earth.

Lead to...... Houqing.

His Royal Highness carried a sword in each of his left and right hands, trampling on the flames, his body was almost parallel to the flames, his long sideburns and hair were swept up, his clothes and sleeves danced wildly, and the two thin swords were left behind by the galloping speed.

His Royal Highness narrowed his eyes and looked at the end of the incineration, the man was no longer galloping at high speed, but suddenly stopped moving, and stood on the ground like this, slowly withdrawing one of his hands, and the other hand was struggling to resist the endless red flames.

The closer you go, the more pronounced his roar becomes.

His Royal Highness was unmoved, and his eyes were locked on the hand that Hou Qing withdrew.

This ancient Demon Dao Patriarch slowly took the thumb of that hand into his mouth, raised his head, and stared at His Royal Highness, his eyes containing infinite anger.

An ominous sign suddenly rose in Yi Xiao's heart, and his speed increased suddenly.

The owner of the immortal tablet in front of him is the weakest in cultivation at the moment, but the means are subtle, and no one knows what hole cards he has.

If he let his most important divine soul get rid of it and recapture the immortal monument.

Even His Royal Highness, who is in the realm of the Purple Mansion, has no chance of winning against this unspeakable cultivator of the ancient era.

Baizhang.

Ten zhang.

It's coming!

The two slender swords, one black and one white, were picked up by His Royal Highness at the same time and smashed down in an instant.

"Great Soul Sword—"

It's like opening the sky!

The dragon flame of the entire land was smashed apart by the power of this sword, and the huge pillar of fire was slashed apart by a single sword!

The crimson dragon flames that suddenly dispersed were scattered and scattered, like a sea of fire.

In the illusion of the great god general, the scarlet spark swirled around the little highness.

His Royal Highness's cheeks were fiery red from the light of Mars, and the golden color in his pupils slowly faded.

The big soul power sword inserted in the ground had been separated, and it had re-turned into a black and white soul power, and the wisps were returned to the sleeve of the little highness.

Where the sword fell, there was a pit tens of zhang in size.

In the pit, there was no one.

Only a lively thumb was left.