Outside the Heavenly Court, above the Heavenly Realm, it has never been a place that ordinary people can set foot in. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Here, whether it is the Taiqing Great Chitian Tushi Palace, the Yuqing Tianmiluo Palace, the Shangqing Tianbiyou Palace, or the Wa Imperial Palace, they have always been just Heavenly Dao saints, or places where their proud disciples can stay, ordinary people, etc., even if their strength has reached the level of quasi-saints, and they want to come to find out, even if the Heavenly Dao saints are not at home, they are only afraid that they will die for a lifetime.

On that day, in a remote room in the Wa Palace, a young man dressed in bright yellow clothes knelt motionless in front of the three spirit tablets, and there were lingering tears on his face.

"Why, what is it, is it that I am destined to be lonely all my life, no one to suffer, no one to love? My father is dead, my mother is dead, and now, even my uncle is dead! Why, why! Is it true that my demon clan is destined to be able to succumb to others forever and become a vassal and slave of others?" This person is none other than the nephew of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the only orphan of the Demon Clan, the tenth prince of the Demon Clan, Lu Pressure.

A pair of fists were already covered with traces of blood, which was caused by the continuous bombardment of the stone wall of the Wa Palace with his fists when he was crazy. There are endless prohibitions on the stone walls of the Wa Palace, and Lu Jian is just doing this to vent the pain and anger in his heart.

What could he do? What could he do? The moment Zhou Tianxingdou Great Array stood up, he felt it. What a force this is familiar to him, now, in this world, no one knows better than him, this time the power of Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array has far surpassed the original Lich War, and his uncle's strength is countless times more powerful than in the past.

But such a force, a force that was enough to shock the entire central world, turned people into powder in an instant. After enduring it for so many years, Lu Quan's strength, under the careful training of the demon clan and the human race common saint Nuwa Niangniang, has already surpassed the level of the ordinary Da Luo Jin Immortal, and has reached the strength of the quasi-saint of the Ming realm.

Such a strength, in addition to the fact that he inherited the bloodline and talent of his father Sun Jinwu, is also inseparable from his single-minded revenge and desperate penance. The quasi-saint of the realm of Ming, even if he is placed alone in the central world, can be regarded as one of the best characters, except for a few forbidden places, the world is so big that it can be obtained.

But what is this strength compared to the strength accumulated by the demon clan over countless years? Not to mention anything else, even his uncle Donghuang Taiyi can kill him in one bell. As soon as the entire Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array came out, not to mention one land pressure, it was ten land pressures, and I was afraid that it would be just a matter of an instant.

"Saints, saints, don't think that if you are high above, this prince will be afraid of you. If you dare to do this, this prince will let you know what is called retribution! Do you really think that this prince doesn't know who you are? Two bastards who are fishing in troubled waters, Zhun mention, lead, hmph, wait!"

As he spoke, Lu Jian took out a straw figure from his sleeve robe, although this straw figure was made of straw, it was woven in a good way, and it was three points more accurate than the clay figure pinched out. This straw man, as long as he is a person with eyesight, can see that he is clearly a saint of Buddhism.

"Sharp!" Lu Pressure said something in his mouth, but the cold sweat on his forehead broke out. One after another wonderful black sigils popped up from the center of his brow, and continued to imprint into the scarecrow.

This time, Lu Jian was also out of the way. This nail-headed seven-arrow book is an extremely advanced spell in ancient times, and even if it is counted this time, it has only appeared twice.

The first time was in the War of the Gods, which had been used by the sectarians who had been defeated by Zhao Gongming. At that time, the twelve golden immortals of the exposition sect, including the people of the deputy sect leader of the Illumination Dao at that time, all of them were beaten by Zhao Gongming, who was quasi-holy in the realm of Ming, with twelve Dinghai pearls, and none of them had any hope of victory.

And Jiang Shang and Jiang Ziya, the commanders of the Sect at that time, were just mortals who refined their gods and returned to the void. Jiang Shang has been cultivating the Dao for decades, but he has no fate with the Immortal Dao, but fortunately, he is the person who was appointed by Heaven at that time, and he will be in command with the entire army of exposition.

For just one sect interception disciple, they can be defeated and lost, at this time, Jiang Shang, as the commander, is naturally sad. Even the deputy sect leader of the exposition sect was defeated by this person, didn't he still have to go to the Miluo Palace to ask the Yuqing Sage Yuan Shi Tianzun to come down?

Fortunately, at this time, a strange Taoist came to visit and granted Jiang Shang a manuscript, and the content recorded during it was the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book.

Set up a battalion, one person in the camp, a straw man, write the name of the enemy on the person, a lamp on the head, a lamp under the foot, the footsteps are fighting, the calligraphy is sealed and incinerated, and three times a day to noon on the 21st. After the 21st, the enemy's three souls and seven spirits will be scattered, and at this time, if you shoot an arrow at the straw man, if you shoot the enemy body, the grass man enemy will spurt blood. The only drawback is that the time for the spell is too long, and I am afraid that the caster will be killed before the 21st arrives.

The only drawback, for the prince of land pressure, will naturally not be a disadvantage. Wa Palace is a saint's dojo, although Nuwa Niangniang is not here, but it is not just someone who can come.

The original spell caster, Jiang Shang, was only a mere strength in refining the gods and returning to the void, and with this strange technique, he actually made Zhao Gongming dizzy, and almost reached the point of being scattered. In contrast, Lu Quan's strength is much stronger than Jiang Shang and Jiang Ziya, and it is really not impossible to use the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book to deal with an injured saint.

Therefore, after playing out that series of mysterious runes, Lu Jian began to light lamps and worship. The price of the spell caster is miserable, and the price Jiang Shang paid is that he has no possibility of becoming an immortal in his life, this is still based on the premise that he has great merit as a god, otherwise, I am afraid that it is the heavenly way of this world, and the heavenly punishment will be sent down immediately, and Jiang Shang will not even be left with dregs.

What Lu Jian has to do is to work hard. The loss of his uncle is equivalent to the future of the demon clan. He has enough self-knowledge to know that even if he goes back, with the identity of the tenth prince of the demon clan, there is no way to reorganize the demon clan, and his charm, strength, and courage are too inferior to Donghuang Taiyi.

His life is not a pity, what he wants is the life of Zhun Ti, and even the life of the saint. As long as one saint falls, then there is only one saint left, and it will definitely not be able to stop the anger of several other saints.

"Zhun Ti, wait, wait, hahaha!" After the tears flowed, all that was left was endless madness.

Above the ruins of Pengbei, smoke and dust are everywhere.

With the madness of the obsession, Mu Ran's knife is becoming more and more fierce, and the force on the knife is becoming more and more fierce, this is simply not like what a peak quasi-saint can do.

So much so, in the first few breaths, the more the leading saint played, the more depressed he became. His exercises are more focused on defense, and under Mu Ran's repeated slashes, he was a little caught off guard, and even a little stunned.

It was very timely, seeing all this in his eyes, Mu Ran knocked the demon pestle that led the saint away, and then slashed directly at the face of the saint.

Coincidentally, the direction in which the demon pestle flies is the quasi-saint. The Zhun Ti Saint, who was fighting to the death against the scorching sun fire in his body, simply didn't have the extra mental strength to control the flying demon pestle. If he is hit by this pestle, I am afraid that he will definitely lose in this battle.

"No!" Seeing that the Demon Descending Pestle was about to hit the Zhun Ti Saint, the Guiding Saint hurriedly pinched his handprint and forcibly ordered the Demon Descending Pestle to suspend its flight momentum. Finally, under the continuous efforts of the leading saint, the demon pestle stopped at a distance of dozens of centimeters from the face of the Zhun Ti saint and stopped advancing.

Finally stopped a tragedy, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Mu Ran's fire crystal long knife had already slashed at the face of the leading saint.

This knife gathers all the power of Mu Ran's obsession path, his obsession path is only preliminarily formed, and it is impossible to support it for too long, this knife, I am afraid that he can also cut the most powerful knife, and it is also the last knife!

"Dang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, as if something was slowly shattering in the smoke and dust.