It was a dark night, but the moonlight was crystal clear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Before he died, Hill's eyes did not have the seven colored lights that surrounded him, but only the full moon hanging high in the sky.

It's just that his last thought is, why is today's bright moon so strange? Not only does it not have that cold feeling, but on the contrary, it is unspeakably strange.

Closing his eyes, Hill stopped thinking about anything else, just waited for death to come.

Demonic, exactly demonic, but not moonlight's demonic, but a knife.

A crooked, moon-like blade.

One knife out, January arc.

Under the demonic scimitar, the light of the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, ingot, and purple was suddenly cut off and castrated, rushing back in the opposite direction, no longer threatening Ciel.

"Get behind me, I'm here. When Hill opened his eyes, all he saw was a back.

He thought that the sword wind he heard just now was afraid that it would be Mu Ran who rushed to come, but unfortunately, Hill, who has the magic power to see through the laws of everything, will also have a time when he guesses wrong.

The earthy yellow cloak hung behind him, and his long hair was tied up with a rope, which looked like a pure antique feeling. The strange scimitar was being held in the man's hand and blocked in front of Ciel.

"Rakshasa, is that you?" said Ciel.

What happened between Mu Ran and Rakshasa was unknown to Hill. Yes, he didn't guess at all that this enemy, who was still fighting for life and death a few days ago, would now become his savior.

"Rakshasa, the second apprentice of the reincarnation child, okay, since you are here, let's die together!" For the reincarnation Taoist who is the culprit of the Buddhism from the most brilliant into the abyss, the Zhun Ti sage hates it to the bone, and even involves the apprentice of the Rakshasa Rakshasa , yes, he does not do deep-seated considerations, such as the other party's knife, how to stop his sage's blow from the outside, but instead directly struck and brushed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree directly.

Taking a deep breath, Rakshasa was also quite jealous of the Zhun Ti Saint who suddenly killed the uninvited guest. After the demonic scimitar in his hand hit more than a dozen times in a row, he instead abandoned the seven-colored light and went straight to the Quasi-Daoist himself.

It's still that move, a knife out, a January arc.

Like the crooked waning moon, the angle of the blade was extremely weird and sharp, forcing the Zhun Ti Saint to withdraw the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree back to defend himself, and the seven-colored light was brushed several times in a row before he could barely brush the blade away.

"Impossible, you are just a quasi-saint of the realm of enlightenment, how can you launch such a powerful attack?" This knife surprised the Zhun Ti saint. The power of this sword is no longer inferior to the battle between ordinary saints, otherwise, he would not be so passive in defense.

"It's impossible, then you can try the next sword!" Rakshasa was unforgiving, and slashed out again. This knife came out close to his body, whether it was the angle or the degree of weirdness, it was several times more powerful than the previous knife, and it was designed to take those defensive loopholes on the Zhun Ti Saint, which forced him to be in a hurry, and there were many loopholes.

Two knives out, all winds are removed!

In more than one place, at this moment, there are at least hundreds of places on the body of the Zhun Ti Saint who have been pierced by the demonic scimitar. His saint's face, in the hands of the rakshasas, has been completely lost.

"The energy in his body is only enough to support the three knives, I hope that this third knife can force him to retreat, otherwise, if he dies, it is estimated that it will be me. "Rakshasa knows it, don't look at his majesty now, the scene is completely pressed by the saint, but in fact, the strange energy in his body can sustain him with three slashes at most, and once the three swords pass, he is just an ordinary realm quasi-saint, at most, it is stronger than the combat power of ordinary quasi-saints.

These energies, these knife techniques, are all thanks to that scimitar, the demonic scimitar.

Rakshasa always felt that this demonic scimitar itself hid a great secret. As far as he knew, those innate spirit treasures and innate supreme treasures, although they were infinitely useful, they were just a battle between peers. At the level of Heavenly Dao Saints, that is, Pseudo-Saints and Daoists, the usefulness of these magic weapons is greatly reduced. Maybe the Open Heaven Spirit Treasure such as the Donghuang Bell, Pangu Flag, and Taiji Diagram is enough for the quasi-saint to temporarily have the strength to fight against the saint, but this demonic scimitar, no matter how you look at it, is not like the Open Heaven Spirit Treasure.

Including those few sword moves that were enough for the Zhun Ti Saint to deal with, with Rakshasa's current experience, it was absolutely impossible to create. Mu Ran has so many years of precipitation, and he has only created two pretty good knife moves, relying on him, it's not enough. From this, it can also be seen that the past owner of this scimitar is absolutely absolute and extraordinary.

Of course, none of this matters anymore. The important thing is that under the cover of the rakshasas, Hill has already evacuated a certain distance, and this distance is enough for him to swing the third sword.

"Everything, it's all in this one. Rakshasa gritted his teeth and poured all the strange energy in his body into the demonic scimitar, and then, the scimitar came out directly from top to bottom!

Three knives out, broken dreams.

The silver light flashed and disappeared into the body of the Zhun Ti Saint. His God, his heart, suddenly changed.

What kind of dream of the foundation of Buddhism suddenly became empty, flashy, and unreachable, no matter how much he stretched out his hands to touch it, it was difficult to grasp it, even if it was just a little trace.

The Zhun Ti Sage is in a hurry, his dream cannot be given up so easily, and he must not fail so easily. But this dream that haunted him the most, in his mind, in his memory, became fainter and fainter, more and more faint, and gradually tended to an almost vague state.

"Did you succeed?" The sword was swung out at a super level, and the strange energy in Rakshasa was squandered, and the indescribable exhaustion suddenly came to his heart, making him almost fall down.

"Can't fall, must not fall, there is still a leading saint hidden on the side, if he makes another move, then there is absolutely no room for things to turn around, can't fall, even if he dies, he can't fall. Rakshasa gritted his teeth and desperately held on to his body, freezing himself in mid-air.

Over there, the corners of the Zhun Ti Saint's mouth had begun to overflow with blood, his pupils were getting more and more dilated, and his eyes were becoming more and more confused. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before this Heavenly Dao Saint of Buddhism will be the first to become a saint who fell because his dream was ruined.

"No, junior brother, you have been hit by the magic barrier, wake up quickly!" The leading saint also seemed to have discovered the problem, and hurriedly shouted beside the Zhun Ti saint. But the Zhun Ti Saint, who had already been cut off from his dream, was now indulging in the road to recovering his dream, ignoring the words that led to the saint and ignoring him at all.

"Rakshasa child, what kind of magic have you cast, and how dare you hurt the saint?" can make the Zhun Ti saint like this, which means that the Rakshasa can make him lead the saint like this. The leading saint didn't dare to test the law again, and he didn't know that the energy in the other party's body was no longer enough to swing such a super-level sword, and he was afraid, so he could only ask from afar.

"Sage, hum, but Er'er, if you have the ability, you can save him, if you don't have the ability, let's take him back quickly." Obviously exhausted, the Rakshasa had to put on a haughty and fearless attitude. Even the slightest hint of cowardice on his part could lead to a total loss.

"Do you think that just a few evil methods can stop the power of the Heavenly Dao? Senior Brother is just careless for a while, and he will catch your evil law. Let's see my Buddhism Dafa broken!" Immediately, the leading saint no longer paid attention to the rakshasa, but turned around, staring at the Zhun Ti saint with a pair of eyes that were no longer very conscious.

With a wave of his hand, the Guiding Divine Tower, an acquired merit treasure that accompanied his enlightenment, ascended to heaven and enveloped the entire Zhun Ti Saint into it.

"Gray Heaven and Earth, you should respect my Buddhism, junior brother, you are the second leader of Buddhism, how can you fall like this? Wake me up to my senior brother!" Under the blessing of the golden light of the Divine Tower, the Guiding Saint was like a thunderbolt from his mouth, and a pure golden swastika mantra was spit out from his mouth and deeply engraved into the forehead of the Zhun Ti Saint.

The word "wake up" is issued by the power of the saint to receive the heavenly way, this kind of saint means, but not the battle between the quasi-saints, the strongest rakshasa present, except for the two saints, after hearing this "wake up", the whole person finally couldn't support it, like a bird that was shot down, and fell weakly.

It was this roar that made the monsters, immortals, and demons in the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace who had just escaped not far away, as long as their strength was not enough in the Golden Immortal Realm, they were all directly shocked by the sound waves, and only an empty body remained.

The general trend of the Heavenly Dao and the power of the Heavenly Dao, under the condition that the Heavenly Dao of Dao Ancestor Hongjun has not yet declined, is undoubtedly quite powerful. As soon as the power of the Heavenly Dao came out, it finally suppressed the strange energy that invaded the body of the Zhun Ti Saint. In his eyes, there was also a look of doubt, and then gradually turned into clarity.

"It's not good, I can't let him wake up, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no hope. That's it, that demon god can give up his life for Mu Ran, anyway, he can save my life, even if it is given back to him. Demonic, swallow my life force, and make another sword!" Rakshasa was ruthless, even if he didn't want to give up his life, he would let the Zhun Ti saint fall into a deep sleep again.

"One knife out, January arc!" The life force was continuously stripped from the Rakshasa body, and then poured into the demonic scimitar. Rakshasa felt as if he had aged ten, twenty, forty, and eighty in an instant, his hair began to turn gray, and his face even began to be full of wrinkles.

This knife was not cut by him, but by the demonic scimitar itself. His vitality is not enough to compare with strange energy, and being able to send out this first sword is already commendable.

With a knife out, a curved moon arc bypassed the Guiding Divine Building laid by the Connecting Saint, breaking through the golden light of the Zhun Ti Saint's body, and piercing the heart of the Zhun Ti Saint!

At this moment, Mu Ran was only a short distance away from the fetal membranes of heaven and earth in the Central World.

"Er Dare!" Rao is leading the saint has always been solemn and calm, and when he saw the whereabouts of this knife, his heart was almost frightened, and he hurriedly spoke to stop it, but unfortunately, it was too late.