Ding Laozu sat cross-legged in the void, and slowly stretched out his skinny right hand, and grabbed it fiercely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Li felt as if he was imprisoned by an invisible cage, and there was no trace of true qi for him to call in this space, so of course he could not escape with a free swim.

He was anxious when two huge black holes suddenly appeared from the left and right, and two white bone palms stretched out from them and grabbed him.

The white bones are faint, faster than lightning, and the sharp bony nails flicker with a dazzling cold light, which makes people's scalp tingle.

Wang Li couldn't move, his face was miserable, and he could only watch the bone claws grab at him, "Damn, this time it's a dead ......."

He fell into boundless regret, he really wanted to slap his two big mouths, he really damn owed, the sky fell and there was a tall man on top, there was nothing to pretend to be forced, he had to steal the blood pill, and provoked Ding Lao Wei like a crazy old dog, no one bites except himself, now it's okay, play with his little life.

Just in the midst of the electric light, the white light flashed in front of him, and Jiang Shuihan appeared in front of him, only to see that he was holding the white jade order of the sect in his hand, and played countless magic tricks, "White jade order, condensation!"

The gossip blood marks on the bodies of many Jingtai Peak disciples shone in vain, and they immediately felt that a part of the true qi in their bodies was quickly withdrawn through this mark. And the end point of the siew of true qi that was sucked away was Jiang Shuihan.

Jiang Shuihan, who had been blessed with huge true qi, was full of light, and when he waved his hand and trembled slightly, the white jade order glowing with white light was stunned by everyone, and gradually transformed into a white jade sword about three feet long, and countless mystical runes were imprinted on the blade, and the mucus-like true qi that was constantly flowing in the runes was formed by the convergence of each of their true qi.

"Demon Sword, Slash!"

Jiang Shuihan's eyes were sharp, holding a three-foot white jade sword in his hand, he burst into a shout, and shot out two incomparable sword qi one after another, the sharp sword light seemed to come from ancient times, with the vicissitudes of the sword soul and the immortal killing intent, and slashed towards the two bone claws.

The disciples of Jingtai Peak were connected by Bai Yuling, and their hearts were connected, and their hearts were stirred under the inspiration of that boundless sword intent, and they all shouted, "Cut!".

The sound and waves pierced through the nine skies, shaking the boundless dark clouds away, revealing the sky full of stars.

After the two soft sounds of "hiss" and "hiss", a pair of bone claws turned straight into powder and drifted away with the wind, and the remaining two sword lights continued to castrate, one wiped the Ding family compound in front of him into the ground, and the other flew into the distance, cutting the highest peak of Chiling into two halves.

The ancestor of the Ding family finally changed color, slowly stretched out his legs, and stood in the void, not caring about the Ding family compound that disappeared behind him.

This kind of mundane thing outside the body has no meaning for this kind of old immortality who is about to die, he just stared at the white jade sword, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is rumored that thousands of years ago, the first monk in the Southern Regions, Bai Feng Ancestor, won eight pieces of immortal jade, and then drew eight Jiao souls as a guide, refining into an eight-bladed demon sword, and the demon sword array composed of this sword is incomparable, unpredictable, I can't imagine that it will eventually fall into the hands of the Vientiane Sect, and the accumulation of thousands of years of sects, our small family is indeed beyond the pat of horses."

Jiang Shui snorted coldly, but he didn't relax at all, he waved the white jade sword in his hand lightly, and slowly spoke: "My Patriarch Vientiane is really a real person and makes friends with the White Wind Ancestor, isn't it normal to have this Dao lineage passed down?"

Ding Kailin's expression did not change in the face of the boundless sword qi, and he smiled slightly, "The Vientiane Sect has a deep foundation, but it's a pity that the Vientiane Creation Hand is nowhere to be found, otherwise there may really be a place for your Vientiane Sect among the first-class sects in the Southern Regions."

Jiang Shuihan's eyes narrowed slightly, a little impatient, this old ghost must be planning something, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm, "Old ghost Ding, don't delay any longer, today is the day when your body dies!"

I saw a snow-white sword light coming out of thin air, and the sharp sword qi tore through the void, forming a huge match, like a bright galaxy, heading straight for Ding Kailin.

Ding Laozu didn't dodge or dodge, he looked up to the sky and laughed frantically, "Since you are so anxious, then I will send you on the road now", after saying that, he opened his mouth and breathed, and an extremely gloomy spiral wind appeared, blowing everyone back continuously.

And all the surviving members of the Ding family, including the head of the family, Ding Feng and his two sons, all exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the wind before they could even scream, and were sucked into the mouth of Ding Lao Zu.

Ding Laozu, who had absorbed the essence and blood of all the clansmen, suddenly turned red as blood, and his shriveled body began to grow flesh and blood, and his skin was as crystal as jade as a newborn baby.

He looked around him, very satisfied with the terrifying power circulating in his body, and waved his hand to make a punch, bringing up monstrous blood and corroding the fierce sword light.

The corners of the little fat mouth were bloody, and he looked at the greatly changed Ding Laozu with a confused expression, and muttered: "My mother, what kind of witchcraft is this, it's too terrifying......

Xu Qing was shocked by Ding Kailin's ruthless methods, "I don't even let go of my own blood relatives, so ruthless and ......."

Young Master Wang fled back to the many disciples in a hurry, looked at the two figures facing each other in the battle circle, and couldn't help but sweat, "Although the palm seat has the blessing of our skills, it seems that it still can't beat this old pervert, ......."

Jiang Shuihan faced the momentum that crushed him like a mountain, and said coldly, "Ding Kailin, you actually sacrificed the whole clan with blood, these are all your flesh and blood relatives."

Ding Lao Zu smiled and said nonchalantly, "The monks have any relatives, I myself are going to die, what's the use of keeping them? When I advance to Jindan, it will naturally make my Ding family spread out again and last for thousands of generations."

"Do you still want to last for all generations?", Jiang Shuihan was completely speechless to this ruthless and unrighteous demon, holding the sword in both hands, flying up and swinging again, "Demon sword, two swords to demon heart."

When the sword light shone, Wang Li immediately realized that part of the true qi in his body had been drained by the gossip blood seal, this blood mark was indeed extremely mysterious, and it could allow the leader to gather everyone's true qi together and use it, so as to achieve the effect of fighting beyond the level.

Ding Lao Zu was not afraid, bared out Sensen's white teeth, and said with an evil smile, "Now that I am infinitely close to the realm of Jindan, even if there is another one more you are not my opponent, so die obediently."

With that, he slapped his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then stretched out his sharp nails to outline it into an incomparably complex blood pattern, and since the blood pattern appeared, the heavens and the earth began to rumble and shake, as if they had experienced a huge earthquake.

"Ghost Ancestor Dharma Body, now!"