The gray-clothed, white-haired, and vicissitudes of life on his face were wrinkled and horizontal, and his two cloudy eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was ignoring a qiē, the breeze was blowing, and his long hair was messy and fluttering, like a lonely beggar in the world, cultivating to be around the peak of Yuanying.

The appearance of this person was that even the old man in the Mahayana period was a little stunned, his brows moved slightly, his expression was a little solemn, his eyes showed a complicated look, and he whispered: "I didn't expect that even him to appear, could it be that the adult is also here?"

Outsiders may not know, but as a generation of elders, he knows some secret rumors, although this seventh prince is old, it is an illusion caused by cultivating a miraculous skill.

The highest among the Liukou is a sect master, whose cultivation is unfathomable, there are a total of 100 disciples under the seat, each of whom is amazingly talented, but there are only ten of the most outstanding, and these seven sons are the seventh in the ranking.

His person acted strangely, Fang challenged all the way as soon as he entered, killed fourteen senior brothers, and occupied the seventh position strongly, and the means were extremely bloody, and then he never made a move, but the high-ranking sect leader turned a blind eye.

He has a changeable personality, sometimes brutally killing, abusing and killing wild beasts in the mountains, sometimes being compassionate and compassionate, treating injured small animals, if you say his true strength, I'm afraid no one understands, even the six senior brothers in front of him are also afraid of him.

At this time, this person took the initiative to invite the battle, and there must be another killing, the old man secretly thought, the origin of this Seven Young Monarch is also extremely mysterious, no one knows, only that it is the sect leader who personally went out to accept him as a disciple, which shocked all the other disciples.

Yan Chongtian looked stunned, looking at the person in front of him deeply, although he looked old, he felt that there was a volcano in his body, which could erupt at any time, and there was a faint hint of danger.

"I haven't made a move for a long time, and I hope that the fifth prince will not disappoint me. ”

The gray-haired Seventh Prince said lightly, a bloody light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and a black iron spear appeared in his hand, and the sharp tip of the spear swallowed the breath. A terrifying bloody aura rushed towards his face, as if he had been fished out of a sea of blood, and almost all of them were bleeding.

On Wushan, Niu Er's eyes, who were originally watching the battle, shrank suddenly. Staring at the iron spear tightly, his heart suddenly shook, and a terrifying murderous aura rushed straight to his mind, exuding cold air all over his body, startling Long Xiaohai and the others around him.

Because. The iron spear he was too familiar with, deep in his heart, unforgettable, it was the black spear he saw in the picture of Bi Fang's divination, drenched in blood, nailing Niu Yu to the lonely ya, and the end was a hideous beast head.

At this time, a small head appeared from the bronze ancient lamp on his shoulder, and Bi Fang was also shaken, and he glanced at Niu Er in surprise. Said: "Boy, don't be nervous, that hexagram is just a prediction, it may not necessarily happen, don't take it seriously." ”

Bi Fang fluttered his little wings, squatted lazily in the flames, and said: "This king has already explained to you, although the innate divine hexagram is wonderful, but it is not accurate, and the cultivation of the demon clan is originally the road against the sky. Disasters are everywhere. Even in the midst of the Heavenly Tribulation, there is a glimmer of life, let alone a prediction of the future. ”

"Everything in the world is variable, a person, a tree. Even a gust of wind is a variable, and anything in heaven and earth can lead to a subversive change in the scene we see. Besides, haven't you prepared a backhand, with the help of this king, you will definitely be able to save the day. This little rogue is just a piece of fart. ”

The corners of Niu Er's eyes squinted, this thief bird was full of big words in addition to being greedy, the ghost knew that that sentence was the truth, and he was always worried in his heart, even if he had the protection he had laid down for three months, he couldn't be completely assured.

"Hey, where did Second Brother Niu come from, the little bird is so beautiful. ”

Long Xiaohai's eyes lit up, and Bi Fang, who was staring at Niu Er's shoulder, praised: "Second brother, the younger brother uses the magic weapon to exchange with you, Feihuang likes this kind of little thing the most." ”

Well?

Bi Fangxiao's eyes widened, and when he turned his head, he saw Long Xiaohai's hot gaze fixed on him, and the feathers all over his body exploded, jumping like thunder, and scolding: "Beautiful your sister, this king is a man." ”

"This king is the ancient immortal king, you a little reptile also dare to be presumptuous, when the old man ruled the world, a mouthful of spit can drown a group of dragons, you kid dare to treat this king as a pet, believe it or not I swallowed you. ”

Bi Fang was angry, stretched out one wing, pointed at Long Xiaohai's nose and scolded, and the other wing held a big black bowl, glowing faintly, and a huge attraction erupted, almost ingesting Long Xiaohai.

"Oh, it's a powerful magic weapon. ”

Long Xiaohai's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that this little bird, which looked full of fiery red, would burst into a foul mouth, and the big bowl in his hand was really powerful, so he hurriedly ran his true qi, struggled to get rid of it, and when he withdrew a few zhang away, he glanced at Bi Fang cautiously.

"Okay, the enemy is now, don't mess around, Brother Long don't be like this thief bird. Niu Er hurriedly persuaded, and at the same time passed the sound to the party, and made some threats before he gave up angrily.

Suddenly, a shocking sword slashed through the void, and the dazzling divine light rendered half of the sky, and the five sons of the Yan clan shot directly, and the sword roared angrily, cutting through the heavens and the earth, like a mountain splitting down.

The gray-haired old man's eyes flashed, and the iron spear suddenly rose with a stream of blood, as if a demon king had awakened, the vast coercion surged forward, the spear was as heavy as a mountain, and with a simple wave, a large area of space was shattered.

When-

The sword light and the iron spear collided together, making a loud earth-shattering sound, and the burst of spiritual energy rushed in all directions like a tsunami, and the layers of ripples visible to the naked eye spread in the air, and many nearby mountains and rocks exploded, and the grass and trees turned into powder, which was very terrifying.

Many monks were shocked, just one blow, you can see the terrifying strength of the two, the best in the world among the same generation, almost comparable to the god monks, and Peng Yunfei on par.

The two of them each took two steps back, looked at their opponents seriously, and then shot at the same time, the sword light turned into a hanging waterfall, the divine light swayed, the iron spear was like a mountain, the dignified momentum was incomparable, and the scarlet blood roared into the sky, sweeping a qiē obstacle.

The battle became more and more intense, the eight figures rolled in the air, the aura of the waves was boiling, almost completely breaking the eternal blue sky, one huge black hole after another appeared and disappeared, and there was a broken void everywhere, as if it was the end of the world, and the heavens and the earth were chaotic.

As time passed, the aura of these eight people became violent, and the bursting swords flew everywhere, and occasionally a drop could split the mountain in half and destroy a large area of ancient trees, which was very powerful.

It was already noon when the Liukou arrived, and under the deliberate delay of Peng Yunfei and others, although it seemed to be fierce, they did not use a strong killing move, and two hours passed, and the sky gradually darkened.

The remnant sun is like blood, only a trace of red is slowly burning, and the surroundings of Wushan are covered by a layer of thick mist, as if a huge dark cloud is shrouded down, making people's hearts more and more heavy, and thinking can be delayed until time.

Among the Liukou, the Mahayana monk seemed to be a little impatient, his eyes swept over a few people, and he said lightly: "The three sons should fight quickly, they deliberately delay, I am afraid that something will happen, we should wait to raze Wushan as soon as possible, it is the best policy." ”

"Haha...... What Elder Qing said is that Peng Daoyou has never exerted his full strength, so that Ye Mou's fight is not refreshing enough. "The sound of night laughter came from the clouds, as if he was at ease, unharmed.

"Well, let Peng see the true strength of the night friend. Peng Yunfei's voice came out faintly, still indifferent as usual, without the slightest fatigue from fighting.

"Kill—"

With a burst of shouts, a black light suddenly jumped out of the clouds, and the rich luster was condensed to the extreme, like a round of black sun shining on the world, and the dark and strange divine light burned like a flame, and there was a person standing in it, who was the night smile.

At this time, at the moment when the sunset completely set, the light of heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, and everyone was in front of a darkness, as if falling into a void world.

The other six people who were fighting were also taken aback, retreating dozens of feet away, secretly on guard.

"How so, why can't I see it?" exclaimed many little demons.

"What kind of supernatural power is this, how can it be so terrifying?" everyone was taken aback, trying to keep their eyes open, but they couldn't see the slightest light, and they could only hear the sound of weapons crashing in mid-air.

Only the monk above the gods, the gods have experienced the baptism of the heavenly calamity, tenacious and strong, vaguely saw a round of black sun volley, the voice of the night laugh was unscrupulous, and said: "The night is my world, I am the king in the dark, Peng Yunfei, borrow me a trick to be dark." ”

Dressed in black, Yexiao seemed to melt into the void, his body was erratic, walking through the night like a ghost, a hundred feet away in one step, his hands continued to form mysterious runes, and a round of black scorching sun slowly emerged, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, shocking.

"Black sun, what kind of supernatural power is this, why does even the old man feel frightened?" The green toad old demon was the most timid, staring at the changes in the sky with a pair of bean-sized eyes, and his fat body was trembling slightly.

Many demon kings frowned and pondered, practicing for thousands of years, they couldn't even discern the Dao method performed by a junior, and couldn't help but be deeply amazed that the heritage of Liukou was really profound, and it was inherited for a long time, and it could even be traced back to ancient times.

"The Night Demon Dao—" Suddenly an exclamation sounded, taking everyone by surprise. (To be continued.) )