82_82324 "Kill!"

Ren Qianxun roared angrily, surpassing the limit of the spirit world, and he was already at the level of an immortal in terms of combat power. This sword is unpretentious, without air, without mang, without flowers and without light, it is just a simple stab to the extreme, directly and strangely through the rock, stabbing into Leng Lingtian's chest.

The power is extremely powerful, like an immortal, without any fancy skills, the absolute power flows into every inch of Leng Ling Tian's skin, and the next moment there is a burst of light, turning countless dust into the wind. Leng Ling Tian fell, turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth, and even the soul was the same, shattered like dust.

thought that at this moment, he could look up to the sky and roar and experience the pleasure of revenge, but he was silent. The white hair is waist-high, inextricably linked, just like Ren Qianxun's mood at the moment. He couldn't help but sigh and sigh, his strength quickly dissipated, fatigue rushed to the top of his head, his body was as heavy as being infused with iron and lead, and blood slowly overflowed.

"This is the price I should pay. Ren Qianxun muttered to himself, the power of faith was originally extremely loaded, although there was water of vitality, but after that, he broke the barrier, surpassed the limit of the spirit world, and made a move against the sky, and it was inevitable that he would be seriously injured.

He was the size of an ordinary man, and against the backdrop of gray hair and blood, he was so desolate. With a wave of Ren Qianxun's big hand, the illusory small world unfolded, put away the rock, and the light faded, the small world disappeared, and there was no longer a forbidden place for the rock. He moved step by step, walked out of this place, and looked at the mountain gate, at this time the battle had also come to an end, and the territory in the mountain gate had been occupied.

Ren Qianxun's breath is wilting to the extreme at this moment, not to mention the limit, even the level of power has fallen, his flesh and blood are blurred, his white hair is fluttering, but it gives people a feeling of being like a god, invincible, everyone let go of a way, kneeling on the ground and shouting my lord. Even the surrenderers of the Tairan King Sect were the same. As for those who do not descend, seeing this man is like seeing despair, they have chosen to commit suicide.

After the tea, Ren Qianxun was still pranayama and meditating, suppressing the injuries in his body, and the war ended, and the entire territory of Tairan Wangzong was occupied. The war of this era slowly came to an end, and the so-called hundred-year covenant also drew a seemingly perfect end. Twenty-five war kings sat together and surrounded the demon director Chihiro to protect him.

The sun and the moon alternated several times, Ren Qianxun opened his eyes, smiled bitterly, laughed wildly, and repeatedly, very weird. Twenty-five war kings of the Tribulation Period, the monk of the second zhang couldn't figure his head, and the demon lord of the secret path couldn't go crazy, but he didn't know the reason.

The injury has been suppressed, but the damage is far more serious than imagined, almost indelible, and Ren Qianhiro can only smile bitterly. The wild laugh is that this time to break the barrier, surpass the limit, and defeat the suppression of the source, it is like another success against the sky, and his anti-heaven mystery is one step further, if the injury is recovered, then it is the real limiter.

In the spring of March, the spring flowers bloomed, and the demon director Qianxun was still recuperating from his injuries in the Tairan Wangzong, but the news of occupying the Tairan Wangzong and killing the two great powers spread far and wide, spreading all over the two and the four seas, and the entire spiritual world was shaken. What does the birth of an extreme person mean, the powerhouses of the spirit world know best, it is an invincible force that makes the world surrender. Even if the man was injured at the moment, no one had any bad thoughts.

The twenty-five war kings were still sadly protecting the Dharma on the top of the mountain, and the joy on everyone's faces was not there, and there was a faint sadness. These days, the Demon Director Qianxun has spent all the healing elixirs and spiritual grass breath that Tairan Wang Zong has accumulated, but he has not seen the slightest increase, which shows the seriousness of the injury. The Demon Lord is the faith of the Demon Lord, and the twenty-five War Kings do not allow it, nor can they accept this fact.

Ren Qianxun suddenly bounced away, with a smile on his face, and sighed: "She's here." It's okay to meet the old people. As soon as these words came out, although it was incomprehensible, the twenty-five war kings hulala surrounded the demon lord, and persuaded them for unknown reasons. The demon lord is seriously injured, his combat power is no longer there, and now the spirit world is not at peace, if other powers make a move, then what should he do? This risk is very small, but it has to be considered.

Boom!

Hupps knelt on the ground and shouted my lord, and then there were twenty-four bangs, for the king of war, to persuade the demon lord, only by kneeling and bowing, can he show his dignity and humility, and not exceed the rules.

With a sigh, Ren Qianxun shook his head, he was pleased with his loyal subordinates, but he didn't know how to persuade him. In desperation, the light turned sharply, the illusory small world unfolded, the rock flew out, and a palpitating force transmitted to the earth in all directions, and disappeared in a flash. The war kings did not exist in the tribulation, their faces were pale, but they were very happy.

The King of the First War asked, "Lord Demon." You can already drive this rock?" Ren Qianxun heard this, nodded, in addition to healing his injuries, he also refined the rock this year. He understood that at this moment, the great powers of the spiritual realm were hindered by his majesty, and they did not rise up to attack him. But at this time, he doesn't even have great combat power, and if he continues like this, it will be dangerous after all.

In this way, the twenty-five war kings were overjoyed, the rock represented the combat power of the extreme, how could they not understand, with the protection of the rock, the cultivators of the world gathered, and they couldn't help the demon lord.

The wind blew the white hair, and when everyone was stunned, Ren Qianxun left the mountain gate of Tairan Wangzong, and he didn't know where he went.

The Sword King Sect was adjacent to the Tairan King Sect, and the Sword Elder stopped waving his sword, looked at the direction of the Tairan King Sect in a daze, and said, "He moved! Is the injury of the Extreme Extreme?"

"I don't believe it! This limit-breaking injury healed in just one year. ”

"I don't believe it either. But I don't even have the courage to tempt. ”

"Whether it's the limit, or the limit, it's not something we can guess. ”

"This evil star, if he doesn't mess with me, I won't mess with him. ”......

One person moves, causing a storm in the world.

This is the best portrayal of Ren Qianhiro, there are many powerful people in the spiritual world, and there are countless strong people, but at this time, no one dares to test the seriously injured Ren Qianhiro. After all, the time is shorter, and in the face of the strong, all they have is awe.

Hundreds of millions of miles away, this is the vicinity of the Blood Sect, a majestic white-haired man appeared in this area, although there is no breath of dominating the world, but several people in the Blood Sect are restless, panicking all day long, worried that once the sect will be destroyed, ridiculously ask the Buddha to ask, praying for God's blessing. Looking at Xue Wentian again, his face was complicated, and he sighed in his heart, not knowing how to face that man. Zongmen, himself, men, a hundred years, grievances, all these are entangled in his heart.

The scenery is picturesque, vividly, everything from more than a hundred years ago, vague and clear, everything in the past gradually comes to mind, Ren Qianxun seems to have reunited with the other yesterday. The mood is quietly changing, this is not anywhere else, it is the flying platform of the year. Back then, Ren Qianxun was brought here by the power of space, and he still remembered that he was the messenger who asked the sky.

Ren Qianxun stroked his white hair and smiled at the woman on the flying stage