This time, it was Ciel's turn to be shocked. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info his proud quill pen, I don't know how many years it has been used, what battle I haven't seen, but it was a little bit off by the other party's hasty knife. Not only that, but his entire arm holding the quill felt a little sore, but he didn't expect the other party to be able to improve his strength so much in such a short period of time.

Unforgiving, Rakshasa just tasted a little sweetness, and pressed step by step, not giving Hill the slightest chance to soothe himself. The demonic scimitar is like flowing water, wave after wave, wave after wave, and constantly chopping down. The scattered knife shadows are endless, although it is not Mu Ran's fierce knife technique of opening and closing, but this tactful scimitar also has its uniqueness.

Taking two steps back, Hill's sleeve robe rolled up, and the surrounding trees were attracted to it, and the dead branches and scattered leaves continued to fall and scatter, surrounding him. Under the flexible guidance of Hill's quill pen, each dead leaf blocked a knife shadow, and those leaves that were still green and green, deeply buried with sharp energy, were constantly dancing up and down.

This lasted only a few moments, and then the wind and waves subsided. It seems that the Rakshasa has not been able to catch it, and it is impossible to continue, so he has to stop in a hurry. This made Hill stunned, the other party also has the strength of the quasi-saint of the Ming realm, how can it be so bad?

I don't think much about it for a while, just seize the opportunity. Hill snapped his fingers, and the verdant green leaves turned into countless green rays of light and slid straight towards the opposite side. In the veins of each leaf, there are countless Ciel's brushstrokes, although they seem to be weak, but in fact they are strong and sharp, and they should not be underestimated.

Surprised, unprepared, obviously Rakshasa didn't expect Hill to have such a move, although the shadow of the knife turned by his demonic scimitar can intercept a lot of green mangs, but a hundred dense, dense green mangs, there are countless at all, and I don't know how many leaves have passed through that section of the knife shadow, and began to cut and separate the enemy in front of him.

Thorn!

Rao is rakshasa has retreated fast enough, but at least more than 300 wounds of different depths have been left on his body, and the original simple yellow shirt has been unrecognizable at this moment, tattered, and blood has almost covered his entire body.

Holding the ground with one hand, and barely supporting the demonic scimitar with the other hand to prevent it from falling, the Rakshasa was like a bloody man at the moment. When he calmed down, he could hear the sound of "ticking" and "ticking" coming from him.

A still handsome face was covered with blood at the moment. Unlike Shizun and other brothers and sisters, Rakshasa didn't like to wear such a cold and ruthless mask. Because in the past, he didn't have to worry about his true face being known. The scimitar in his hand was enough to support everything.

There was also a faint purple glow, constantly winding around the scimitar, which didn't seem to be very long. No one noticed that when the blood dripped on this demonic scimitar, there was even a lot of black aura on top of the glowing purple light.

A face covered in blood reflected the flickering purple light, and it looked like this Rakshasa who was in the lower wind, more like a terrible evil ghost returning from hell.

"No, it seems that it is not the human being that is powerful, but the sword. The strength of this rakshasa is at best a half-step quasi-saint in the realm of knowledge, and the ghost knows where to get such a knife against the sky, just by using the sword to control people, it has such a powerful power. "It is worthy of controlling the insightful Ciel, but after a few rough exchanges, he easily discovered the other party's situation.

Controlling people with a sword, although it is inferior, but as long as you have enough strength, it is everything. History, after all, is written by the strong, what is inferior and superior, isn't it still a matter of one sentence?

It was such a stunned kung fu to think about the problem, Hill's mind was still in his brain and kept swaying, two fierce breaths had broken through the air, one left and one right seemed to outflank Hill.

"It's not good, just thinking about things, how did you forget those two tricky guys?!" secretly blaming himself for being too careless, while spreading out the mysterious book with his left hand.

Except for the original Maitreya Buddha's attack on the mountain, Hill has not yet revealed this mysterious book in front of outsiders. This time, as soon as the book was opened, countless mysterious and mysterious characters suddenly popped out of it, and a quaint and extremely quaint atmosphere surrounded Hill's people at once.

"This feeling, something is wrong, it seems to be a treasure level!" The big fat pig had just flashed such a thought in his heart, and the fists of the two had already hit Ciel's side. The boundless aura of the three quasi-saints fighting each other was to raze all the big and small things around them to the ground. The prohibition of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace was already crumbling and dangerous, and at this moment, it directly collapsed a lot.

The fist was hit tightly, but there was no happy look on the faces of the pig and the dolphin and Bottis, but there was that kind of frightened fear, as if the old hen had seen the weasel, and her courage was more than one circle.

"Dead little white face, you bastard, how can this thing be in your hands?!" The pig and dolphin over there are still in a cold sweat, and the poor body is constantly shaking with hundreds of pounds of fat, and here Boutis has begun to scold. Although he ranks high among the demon gods, he is described as withered, although the body is a big black python, but at this time, how can there be a chance for him to turn into the body again?

At this time, the mysterious ancient book exuded an obscure barrier, completely intercepting the attack of the two powerful quasi-saints. And under the urging of Ciel, the ancient book began to absorb and assimilate the almost endless mana of these two people with boundless suction.

What kind of book is this?

In every world, there is something almost equivalent to the Open Heaven Spirit Treasure. In the desolate world, this thing is naturally the Pangu Axe, which was then divided into three and turned into Taijitu, Pangu Flag, and Chaos Bell. And other worlds, although caused by the aftermath of Pangu Kaitian, also have their own opportunities. This ancient book was once a part of the Heavenly Spirit Treasure of the Monroe World.

In the desolate world, how powerful are the Taiji Diagram, Pangu Flag, and Chaos Bell? A quasi-saint, as long as the sacrifice is done properly, even the saint can't help you. Although this Monroe World's Open Heaven Spirit Treasure is inferior, it is not trivial. At least, for those who are native to the Monroe world, it is a steady suck!

Don't look at Ciel's ranking is only seventy among the demon gods, it's because he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and at the same time has a lazy personality. With this ancient book, in the dignified Monroe world, except for King Solomon and King Baal, there are really few people who can help this amazing guy with vast magic weapons.

Bottis is naturally a demon god born and raised in the Monroe world, and the pig and dolphin are also loose cultivators in the Monroe world. These two people thought that they would attack from behind, and they would fight two against one, even if they couldn't get nine out of ten, they would kill each other with one blow, and it would not be a problem to hit the other party hard, and they would not be a problem to beat them half to death. But who knew that the other party had such an ungodly thing in his hands, is there any reason for this?

Whether it was the fat pig or the thin Bottis, they were all full of strength at the moment, desperately resisting the original suction of that ancient book. If you ignore it, I'm afraid that it won't take a quarter of an hour for the two of you to be sucked dry. I didn't see it for a while, the pig and dolphin at least lost fifty or sixty pounds of meat, and Bottis was even more skinny and bone, no different from a skeleton!

"Hold on, hold on, there's another one over there eyeing you, but you can't just fall like this. "Don't look at the words in Ciel's mouth, how majestic it is to block the two quasi-saints with an ancient book, I don't know how much mana this book will consume, that is, he is tired and sweaty, and even his mind is already a little confused.

This ancient book is also vicious enough, but the mana it absorbs refuses to be handed over to its master Hill, and he just eats it alone and enjoys it slowly. Whether it was Hill or the two opposite, they couldn't get in and out, and it was no wonder that the expressions of these three people were so painful at the moment.