"Boom!"

Killing the common people fell from the sky, it was already changing in an instant, and I don't know how many miles I went. Killing Cangsheng is a real powerhouse, and it is very likely that he is the first person in the small secret realm.

Life is far away, and the shadow of death hangs over Jimo. The object in front of him is blurred, and the iron chain that runs through his chest is like the sickle of death, which has long been numb, so why is it painful.

Blood gushed down, some from Jimo himself, and some from the demon cultivators strung on iron chains.

Slaughtering Cangsheng slaughtered the Heavenly Wolf Mountain in a rage, and countless demon cultivators were strung on the two iron chains. The chains danced wildly in the air, dragging countless dead bodies, blood rained, and the sky sprinkled with little raindrops, and blood was all over the place. Killing Cangsheng is like a demon god at this moment.

Everything in front of him became blurry, and the strength on Jimo's body slowly drained, and he couldn't imagine that his strength was so weak and invulnerable, and a strong unyielding shrouded his heart, briefly breaking through the figure of death.

Killing Cangsheng is a demon god, with long hair dancing wildly, and blood-red robes seem to tear through space.

Beneath is the Endless Abyss, this place...... Jimo turned back slowly, this place was too familiar, when Murong Qianqi was knocked down by him from here, Yi Xuangong Key broke out here. If Jimo knew, he would call this place the stream of life and death.

"Yi Zhixuan, do you think that by hiding under this deep stream, you can avoid me and not see me? I want to kill you, can you hide?"

"Boom!"

Thick fog was washed up in the deep stream, filling the sky, piercing the air and whistling through the night sky.

The chains cut through the sky, scattering countless blood flowers and throwing bloody raindrops.

The magma dragon dragon head was agitated, pouring into the stream of life and death, and the slaughter of the common people drove the magma dragon and swooped into the stream of life and death.

"Wow!"

The chains shook, implicating countless dead bodies into the stream of life and death.

The scenery in the corner of his eye kept flashing, changing endlessly, Jimo's eyes became more and more blurred, and his body was directly strung on the iron chain, which had a fierce murderous aura, rushing into Jimo's body, destroying Jimo's few vitality.

The murmuring sound exploded in Jimo's mind, and countless golden ancient characters diffused from Jimo's dantian, lingering on the wound on his chest, but unfortunately it had little effect, and the recovery of the wound was not as good as the murderous destruction on the iron chain.

If it weren't for the Tibetan Emperor Sutra, maybe Jimo would have said goodbye to the world now. The faint aura gathered on the iron chain that ran through Jimo, but it was directly shocked by the chain and dispersed.

Piercing through the thick fog, breaking through the darkness, the chains whistling, the magma dragon murmuring in a low voice, killing the blood robes of the common people, killing the people into the stream of life and death, I don't know how deep it sinks.

Time has been so long for Jimo that I forget the passage of time.

Lu Cangsheng finally stopped his body and looked at the little firefly-like bright spot in the darkness, "Yi Zhixuan, do you think that hiding in your turtle shell will leave me with no choice?"

He stepped out, spanning dozens of feet, directly to the light.

I saw that the bright light was the size of a fist, and it was wrapped in a delicate light blue hall, in which the buildings and pavilions, flowers and plants, carved beams and painted pillars, everything should be. This is a world, and it can only be accommodated into this fist-sized hall.

The small hall is extremely exquisite, and it seems to have been built by skilled craftsmen. Countless soft freaks of light diffused from the nave, lighting a light to find the starting point for the dark creatures to regain their dreams. Incomparably holy.

"Yi Xuangong, if you think that you can stop me from killing the common people with it, then you are smiling and generous. ”

Killing the common people murmured, suddenly calm, suddenly crazy, and delirious. He stepped out in one step, and the world changed in the blink of an eye.

Buddhism has clouds, Sumeru meson.

I saw a huge palace stretched across the void, towering and innumerable, only known as the eye could not exhaust, and wide as far as the eye could not reach.

Magnificent and majestic. The lotus-sized Dao Yun slowly flowed on the surface of the palace, exuding a pale blue brilliance, like water flowing, and there was a fairy murmur, as if there were fairies standing above the nine heavens and talking in a low voice.

"Hah!"

A huge note burst out of Lu Cangsheng's mouth, shaking the air involuntarily. Even if Jimo is on the verge of running out of vitality, he can feel his blood rolling.

It's just that this boundless roar crashed into the Dao Yun that covered the huge palace, and it was useless, like a sesame seed hitting an elephant, with no effort, and no achievements.

"Whoa!"

The iron chains flew, like countless spiritual snakes, wantonly and unrestrained, countless vertical and horizontal, carrying countless dead bodies strung on the iron chains, squandering the blood, and sprinkling them on the Dao Yun.

"Peng!"

The corpses exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist, which filled the air, but the Dao Yun on the huge palace was still transparent and bright, flowing like soft water, extremely holy.

Shrouded in blood mist and holy brilliance, this is a symphony of weirdness and evil.

"Peng!"

The iron chain slashed half of Jimo's body and slammed into the glorious Dao Yun. Blood was spilled, half of Jimo's body was directly destroyed, bones turned into powder, and muscles turned into pus and blood.

Jimo's body can enter magma and shatter magic weapons, but it can't resist the iron chains of this demon god and the pin of death.

The blood was bounced off by the pale blue Dao Yun, intertwined with the blood of the demon cultivator from which I don't know, dissolved into one, and passed away into the void.

"Ahh

"Yi Zhixuan, you have deceived me for three hundred years, and now you still want to use this little Taoist soldier to block my way. ”

The iron chain cut through the air, wandered freely, slammed into the flowing Dao Aggregates, and was bounced away by those Dao Aggregates. Lu Cangsheng's eyes were red, and he was already crazy. Three hundred years of hatred, the tribulation in the magma pool, the nerves have long been deranged.

The former strong man is no longer strong, madness devours the mind, and hatred buries the mind.

Jimo's body fell from the sky, was hit by chains, and shattered again.

A small and delicate Dao Yun slashed out from between Jimo's fingers, wrapped in the sprinkling of blood, and crashed into the huge palace.

The blood is washed away, and it is the manifestation of the divine power of the Dao Yun on the palace. However, the Dao Aggregate that flew out from between Jimo's fingers was submerged into the pale blue Dao Aggregate Layer, blending into it. Yi Xuangong key.

Time seemed to stop abruptly, and a dazzling light burst from the top of the palace, breaking through the sky, through the sun and moon, and piercing the sky.

There are earth-shattering murmurs that run through the sky, and there are low thoughts that pierce the sky.

"I have been a soldier for 300 years, and I am willing to treat people who are destined in the world. ”

This is the Taoist soldier left by the strong back then, planted in the stream of life and death, and left for those who are destined. Yi Zhixuan, who does not exist in the powerful existence of the legend, was able to suppress and kill the common people and kill the Ming back then. This Yi Xuan Palace is an opportunity for him to stay here and send it to the world.

Jimo's figure suddenly disappeared in the air, silent, shadowless. The Dao Yun that rushed out of Jimo's body was the first Yi Xuangong key that Jimo had obtained.

The water-blue Dao Yun on Yi Xuan Palace no longer flows, and the Dao Yun melts down from the top of Yi Xuan Palace, like snow in winter, and when it encounters the bright sun, it can't bear that kind of enthusiasm.

"Peng!"

The palace pierced the darkness and disappeared into the darkness.

The body of the slaying man flew back, like a cannonball being shot, and the magma dragon exploded, and the iron chains danced in the air, rattling. The slaughtering people don't know how much distance they have retreated.

Above the stream of life and death, a light hundreds of zhang thick smashed through the sky, penetrated into the void of the universe, and pointed to the stars in the distance.

The brilliance illuminates the earth, spreads the light, and lights up the night sky as a beacon.

There was a fairy sound spreading in the air, rushing into the endless distance. "I have been a soldier for 300 years, and I am willing to treat people who are destined in the world. ”

There is a huge palace sprinkled with brilliance, with a loud roar, falling on the stream of life and death, suppressing the deep stream, it is the strong birth of Yi Xuan Palace.

In the sky above the Eternal Night City, there was a white-haired jade man looking into the distance, and a red-clothed boy with a light smile on his face.

The purple light in Chang Chen's eyes shone, as if he could penetrate the falsehood and point to the truth. "Yi Xuan Palace broke out early?"

The two huge Dao soldiers with glittering brilliance whined and wailed, almost falling from the sky, these two half-pieces Dao soldiers compared to Yi Xuan Palace at this moment, they were just the light of fireflies to the bright moon and stars.

Dozens of figures flew from the Heavenly Wolf Mountain and fell in the Eternal Night City, it was Xiao Dao and his party.

"There is a world-strong man born, it is a demon god who slaughtered the Heavenly Wolf Mountain. Xiao Daoyi carefully handed the fragment to Si Yao, raised his head and smiled bitterly, and his voice rushed into the sky, piercing into the ears of every monk.

This was undoubtedly a shocking message, and it struck hard at the hearts of every monk.

"Little cripple, what's wrong with you, don't scare me, you're going to die, what should I do. Si Yao's pear blossoms brought rain, hugged the scarred mutilation in her arms tightly, and cried bitterly.

"I can't die yet, let Yanran ...... Go and save ...... Jimo. Blood bubbles erupted from the mutilated mouth, watching Si Yao swallow intermittently.

"Fool, I'm not going, I'm going to do what if you die, who made you so desperate for life and death every time you fight, you know how I feel. ”

A wry smile appeared at the corner of the half-missing mouth, looking at the fairy-like strange woman who fell from the sky, "Save Jimo, he was taken away by a demon god and went to the stream of life and death, and I can't do anything now." ”

Yan Ran's face trembled, and her body turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the air.

"Be careful, that person's strength is at least in the Heavenly Begging Sixth Heaven, and it is very likely that he is the first person in the territory of the little secret. ”

Feng Gongzi gently pulled up the hair on his ears and sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, but his face was extremely dignified, looking at the stream of life and death from afar, "Break out ...... in advance"

The purple light in Chang Chen's eyes slowly disappeared, and he closed his eyes in pain, shedding two tears.

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