In the Blood Moon World, the thousand-foot demon god stood between heaven and earth like a giant peak, and a magic knife in his palm flashed a dark red color in the pitch black, as if he didn't know how many creatures died under this magic knife, and the blood that could gather into a sea left a dark red on this dark magic knife. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Boqin, who was standing on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed in his eyes, which were deeper than black, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he showed a cold breath.

At this moment, the thousand-zhang demon shadow standing in the sky suddenly shook, as if the mist dissipated in the sun, and in a moment, it had already disappeared into Liu Boqin's sea of self-purple mansion.

In the vast sea of knowledge, a thousand leaves of black lotus bloomed, and there were thousands of demon shadows flickering on the pitch-black petals, poignant, charming, and killing all kinds of magic sounds, like a heavenly demon realm.

But all this did not have the slightest effect on Liu Boqin at this time, the Qianzhang Yuan Shenhu turned into an ancient demon god, and his huge body supported this great realm, and his eyes were slightly closed when he sat on the black lotus, like a Buddha, and the blood-dripping magic knife was placed horizontally on his knees.

The scattered shadow of the Black Lotus, the primordial god that exists like an ancient god exudes the Zen of the Buddha, and the magic knife is full of the aura of slaughter and slaughter. At this moment, in this huge sea of knowledge, the Dao exudes the breath of different qi and is constantly entangled, opening up a different world.

In the silence, the mouth of the great Yuan Shen like the world spit out the magic sound, but as if the Buddha was enlightened, the black magic light of the Tao deed swayed with Zen, and the magic sound above the black lotus was leveled.

In an instant, the black lotus flashed in the sea of knowledge, and the primordial spirit recited the Demon Sutra, transforming thousands of demons into supreme demons, and the magic knife slashed the heresy and opened up a blissful demon world.

At this moment, the light emitted by the blood moon that hung above the nine heavens as if it had lasted forever was actually flickering, and the huge halo of Dao Dao slowly spread, as if the sleeping demon god in the blood moon was about to wake up. Feeling this change, Liu Boqin suddenly restrained his breath, and the huge momentum was like a mustard in an instant, not at all inconspicuous.

The invisible aura of the Dao swept through. The many fierce beasts on the earth and Liu Boqin, the only one with spiritual will, felt a majestic aura appear at this moment, in front of this breath, even Liu Boqin, who had been promoted to the Yuan God at this time, was like an ant, even if it was a strong ant, it could be erased with a flick of his fingers.

Maybe it was because of Liu Boqin's weakness, or because the demon god in that round of blood moon never looked at Liu Boqin in his eyes, and that breath flowed through Liu Boqin's side without the slightest stay.

In a few years, the aura of the world master had fallen silent, as if everything before had been just a dream journey, the blood moon in the sky had returned to calm, and the red moonlight sprinkled on the earth, spreading its immeasurable brilliance and supreme majesty.

Liu Boqin, who was in the woods, stretched out his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat that had never existed on his forehead, and there was no trace of horror in his eyes, but he looked at the round of blood moon above his head as if he was looking at the previous six-tusked demon. A voice in his heart told him that if he devoured it, his cultivation would definitely undergo a cocoon-like transformation.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, Liu Boqin held one hand on the hilt of the knife and muttered to himself: "Wait! you will definitely be my ・・・・・・" Some harsh laughter echoed in the woods, retracting the longing gaze in his eyes, Liu Boqin suddenly turned around and walked into the distance like an ordinary mortal.

With each light step, the red hair was as red as blood, and the figure flickered like an electric arc, and the next moment it had already appeared several miles away. The mountain wind gently shook the hideous demon tree, and Liu Boqin's walk, I don't know how many creatures fell under the blade of the dark night, and how much blood was chopped on the body of the pitch-black knife, staining that dark red.

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In the main world, the red sun in the sky has set, the silver moon has hung above the sky, Liu Boqin is dressed in a white Confucian robe gently swaying, the mountain wind is as gentle as a fine willow, at this moment the wind he stands next to a flowing stream, looking at this clear flowing water, as if there is a world hidden under this flowing water.

In fact, although it is not a world, it is a unique world. Under this clear flowing water is the spiritual realm opened up by the mountain gods of Shuangchaling. This mountain god is naturally not a demon, but a mountain god who holds a divine seal.

The mountains and rivers in this world do not know the geometry, and when the heavens and the earth are sealed as gods, they naturally cannot seal the mountains and land mountain gods one by one, but let every mountain peak and every river have a divine seal, and refine it into a mountain god and a water god.

It's just that this seemingly small double-forked ridge doesn't seem to be simple, and the Shinto monks who can open up the spiritual realm will naturally not be a wild path, and they will naturally have a background in the meantime. How can this small Shuangjialing need such a person to be the mountain god, there must be something wrong with this, which is what Liu Boqin is puzzled about.

As a place to live for himself, Liu Boqin naturally cares very much, if there is something unusual, but he doesn't know, maybe it is a small problem, which is the reason for his fall.

Under the silver moonlight, the green trees seemed to be covered with a thin veil. The slowly flowing stream in front of Liu Boqin's eyes suddenly and slowly rolled at this moment, with a trace of waves, and a figure appeared at this time, and the golden divine light flashed in the dark night.

As the golden light dissipated, an old man with white hair but a ruddy face appeared in front of Liu Boqin, with a purple wooden staff in his hand, and wisps of gold thread emerged in it, and that pair of eyes did not have the vicissitudes of old age like his beard, but flashed this smart light, like a baby's eyes with a curious look on Liu Boqin's body.

After a slight pause, the mountain god of Twin Forks suddenly laughed, and his smooth fingers like a baby brushed his drooping three-foot silver beard. With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, he retracted and said, "I don't want anyone to come to my remote place, old man, I'm happy." As the saying goes: there are friends from afar, and it is not a matter of saying. Please!"

After that, lead the way, step into a portal in the stream, but not a trace of water. Liu Boqin followed behind and stepped into the spiritual realm, and suddenly everything in front of him was different.

Outside, the moon is in the sky, but the sun is still shining in this spiritual realm, between the flowers, beautiful butterflies are flying, and in the buzzing sound, there are hard-working bees picking pollen.

The honey brewed from this elixir and the pollen of the fairy grass must have an extraordinary effect! Liu Boqin looked at the thumb-sized bee and couldn't help but think in his heart.