In the Divine Realm Celestial Shrine, the terrifying thundercloud formed a huge sphere floating in the sky, and the floating continental fragments gently touched the edge of the thundercloud, and it was blown into hundreds of billions of pieces in an instant, and the power of the thundercloud burst out made the entire space tremble, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to have turned into hell at this moment.

On the square outside the Celestial Divine Palace, countless cultivators in golden armor stood there densely, and occasionally thunderclouds sprinkled a few strands of golden lightning, which could not even make these people move.

The palace door suddenly opened, and the murderous aura as strong as water overflowed, followed by a pitch-black knife qi flying out, the knife qi was like ink, and the knife qi of ink passed through the square and tore a huge gap in the space on the other side, and the knife qi that crushed the space did not disappear, and then a piece of continent in the space was directly split in half, and there was a huge dragon head that came out with the knife qi, and the dragon head rolled in the air and smashed heavily in the center of the square.

All the cultivators standing in the square changed color in shock.

This palace-sized dragon head was cut off by someone's neck, although this dragon head no longer had the breath of life, but the momentum he exuded made everyone unable to get close.

"The Ten Thousand Withered Dragon God, the realm king of the beast god realm, you have all seen it, this is the end of rebellion. ”

Everyone looked at the gate of the palace with fear on their faces.

In the Celestial Palace, the murderous aura is already as strong as ink. A group of cultivators carefully surrounded a person on the throne of the palace, on the throne sat a middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was wearing a set of pitch-black gem armor, his eyes were as bright as stars, his right hand was tightly holding a knife, the knife was as black as ink, the knife was about four feet long, the blade was curved like a hook, there was a raised crown on the tip of the knife, and the pitch-black blade was wrapped with streams of flowing vitality, and the vitality flowed along the blade, and finally wound around the handle of the knife and drilled into the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man was holding a dragon heart in his left hand, although the dragon heart left the master's body, it was still beating, and the yuan power contained in the dragon heart was being frantically absorbed through the man's palm, and the beating sound of the dragon heart would be significantly weakened every few breaths.

Finally, the dragon's heart stopped beating in the middle-aged man's hand, and the man's yuan force was shocked, and the remaining debris in his hand was vaporized and absorbed.

In the crowd, an old man in a green shirt walked out slowly, and every step the old man took seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but the momentum exuded by his body was faintly like catching up with the man on the throne. The old man staggered to the front of the crowd and bowed to the middle-aged man: "The demon world green vine greets the god of heaven." ”

The middle-aged man on the throne raised his eyebrows slightly, and a murderous aura pressed towards the old man in green shirt: "King Qingteng of the Demon Realm, your bloodthirsty thorn knife also brought today!"

The robe on the old man in the green shirt was windless and automatic.

The man's gaze passed through the green vine, and slightly swept the people behind him: "This world is really boring, your swords are powerless, and the laws of heaven and earth are so unreasonable." I want to recast the world, but you want to stop me, hahahaha!"

"Bold! God of God, you are acting against the sky! Today, we eighty-one realm kings have joined forces, your time limit has arrived, and you are still caught before you are restrained, and you even make such wild words!"

An icy shout suddenly rang out from the crowd.

A young man slowly walked out of the crowd, this young man was wearing a scribe's scarf, dressed in a white robe, his face was like a jade crown, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but he was obviously an old monster who had practiced for thousands of years, but he was dressed as a scholar.

"Huh!"

A soft thud sounded.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly: "Who did I say, it turned out to be the King of the Heavenly Demon Realm, the Heavenly Demon King, do you think your Heavenly Demon Skill can last for a few rounds under my Xuantian Duel?"

The white-clothed scholar trembled when he heard this, a fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the folding fan that was originally inciting was suddenly put away and clenched tightly in his hand.

The middle-aged man's gaze did not stop at the white-clothed scholar, but instead looked at the old man in green shirt next to him: "It is rare to have crossed the third level of the divine realm in just a few thousand years!

"You...... What do you mean?" The white-clothed scholar's robe was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his heart tightened, and an ominous premonition rose.

The old man in the green shirt turned his head to the white-clothed scholar, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling light: "Flash!"

As soon as the old man in the green shirt finished speaking, the pitch-black scimitar in the hand of the middle-aged man on the throne flashed black, and the pitch-black sword shot towards the white-clothed scholar.

"Whoosh!" As soon as the sword left the blade, it instantly turned into about ten zhang, and rushed towards the white-clothed scholar with black flames.

This white-clothed scholar is not simple, the folding fan in his hand "Hula!" opened, and there was a black sun painted on the fan. As the folding fan opened, the black sun actually flew up from the surface of the fan, and greeted the sword with an unusually strong demonic aura.

Rumble!

Such a huge palace was like a piece of paper, and it exploded in an instant, shattering into countless small pieces, each of which was glued with black flames, and the flames spread, turning the entire palace and space into nothingness.

"When will you wait if you don't do it?" After speaking, the old man in green shirt opened his mouth and spit out a long sword, there were countless small thorns on the blade of the long sword, and the whole sword looked like a thorny stalk, this is the saber of the king of the demon world, Qingteng, the bloodthirsty thorn.

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The stars have changed, the battle of the gods has passed for 10,000 years, and the general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time. Since the battle of the Celestial Divine Palace 10,000 years ago, more than half of the masters above the world god realm have fallen, and the eighty-one realms between heaven and earth have finally returned to peace. But under the peaceful world, the undercurrent quietly spread, as if waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to detonate the eighty-one realms.

In the Tianyuan Realm, on the periphery of the Demon Nightmare Forest, the sun had just risen, and the early morning sunlight caressed Lijia Village like a mother's palm. Let this originally lonely small village also enjoy a moment of peace in this chaotic world.

Last night, a light rain soaked the new grave at the entrance of the village, and also soaked the tattered green cloth robe of the young man in front of the grave.

"Another blood debt! Qiu Jiabao, I vow to pay you for your blood debt. The boy's fists clenched tightly, but he couldn't calm the anger and pain in his chest.

Qiu Jiabao is not famous in this sectarian dynasty where there are many stars in the Tianyuan Realm, just like a miscellaneous fish in a quagmire, which cannot be compared with the giant whale in the ocean. But to the north of the Nightmare Forest, Qiujiabao is one of the few forces. The castle lord Qiu Qianchu single-handedly founded this force with the huge sword in his hand, and after years of hard work, I don't know how many baptisms of killing have been experienced, and finally there is today's situation.

Qiujiapu has more than a dozen subordinate villages, and the village has been supporting the operation of Qiujiabao for many years, and Lijiacun is one of these donors.

Lijia Village is located on the edge of the Nightmare Forest, and the villagers have been searching for mountains for generations, looking for rare medicinal materials in the Nightmare Forest, where demonic beasts are rampant. Most of these medicinal materials were supplied to Qiujiabao, and only a few of the remaining Keling could be sold in Qiyang City, which was dozens of miles away. But even so, this simple mountain village is still not peaceful.

This young man was originally an orphan, but Ye Bo picked it up on a trip to find mountains and collect medicines, and named him Qin Sheng. Since then, the grandfather and grandson have depended on each other, and the kind villagers have taken good care of Qin Sheng since they were children, and any family that has delicious food will always leave some for Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, Lijia Village is his home, and now Qiu Jiabao has killed Qin Sheng's family. With Qin Sheng's character, he will not give up.

But Qin Sheng is not a cultivator, although he knows some punches and kicks, after all, he is a dealer.

Even if it is a dealer's formula, as long as it is used properly, it can also take people's lives.

"Sister Shanshan, you wait!, I will avenge you!" Qin Shengtou walked towards the village without looking back, with a murderous look on his face.

Where there is power, there is killing, and where there is killing, there is business. From the trading of exercises and weapons, to the ordinary noodle stalls and taverns on the roadside. Qiujiabao is no exception, the accumulation of time has allowed the periphery of Qiujiabao to slowly form a small bazaar, and the shops are built along the parapet wall of Qiujiabao, and people come and go.

Under a makeshift shack, a young man was feasting on a bowl of choppy noodles.

The noodles are good noodles, the noodles are firm and smooth, and they are accompanied by spicy soup and a few chopped green onions, this meal of Qin Sheng is particularly enjoyable.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Qin Sheng burped with satisfaction, dropped the two copper plates, picked up the kettle on the table and carefully tied it around his waist, then got up and walked towards Juxianglou across the street.

The owner of the noodle stall put away the copper plate, looked at the medicine hoe behind the young man and frowned, how could ordinary people enter Juxiang Building?

Juxianglou is the best tavern in this small bazaar, the two-story small wooden building is built exquisitely and elegantly, and the two red lanterns at the door show a joyful atmosphere, and the characters with a little face in this Qiujiabao area love to come here. It's not that the food in this Juxianglou is delicious, and it's not that the wine here is good, because there is a decent tavern within a radius of dozens of miles.

Today, the owner of Juxianglou, shopkeeper Li, is in a very bad mood, the entire Juxianglou has been contracted, and the place where he does business has been contracted, that should be a good thing! Just because these people who chartered the venue are from Qiujiabao, when did the people from Qiujiabao eat and pay for food on their own territory?

The wine was drunk one jar after another, and the dishes were served plate after plate, and the heart of the shopkeeper Li seemed to be dripping blood.

At the same time, on the main hall of Qiu Jiabao, Qiu Qianqi stroked the hilt of the giant sword at his waist with his left hand, but he recalled in his heart the appearance of the female disciple being pressed under him last night. The scabbard on his waist occasionally overflowed with a few traces of cold light, and at a glance, he knew that this sword was extraordinary.

Qiu Qianqian took a bite, he liked the expression when he looked at the immature faces when they were pressed under him, and he liked the process of a perfect body being sucked into a pile of dry bones.

Cultivators who absorb Yin Yuan cultivation are despised by righteous paths, but Qiu Qianqi does not shy away from it, although he is now a cultivator of the highest grade in the Three Realms, but Qiu Jiabao can gain a foothold in this Demon Forest for decades There is a reason for him.

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As soon as Qin Sheng stepped into the Juxiang Building, he was stopped by the sharp-eyed shopkeeper Li, not to mention that someone had chartered the venue today, and this Juxiang Building was not usually able to enter by Qin Sheng, who was dressed like a flower child.

"Go out, go out, and don't look at what kind of place this is!

The young man named Qin Sheng did not do what Shopkeeper Li said, but stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and asked quietly, "Is Qiu Siren, the outer door manager of Qiu Jiabao, upstairs?"

Shopkeeper Li was stunned when asked, who is Qiu Siren? That is a cultivator, a descendant of Qiu Jiabao, and this is the first time that someone dares to call him by his name. Who doesn't bow their heads and shout "Steward Qiu" when they see it on weekdays?

Shopkeeper Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied, "Exactly." ”

Qin Sheng smiled after hearing this, raised his legs and walked upstairs.

Looking at Qin Sheng's back, Shopkeeper Li pondered for a moment, then he turned to the guy not far away and said, "Go up and have a look in a while, and add a pair of dishes and chopsticks if necessary." ”

There are eight mahogany square tables on the upper floor of Juxiang Building, one table by the window is full of people, but the other seven tables are empty.

"Boss Qiu, you are talking to the brothers, so that the brothers can have a good time!" said a withered young man on the table with a nod of heart as he poured wine for a fat man.

This fat man is Qiu Siren, the steward of Qiujiabao, one of the four stewards of Qiujiabao, and the only one among the stewards of Qiujiabao who is still in one realm. Maybe it's because the weather is too hot, the fat man actually wears his upper body, revealing a large patch of black hair on his chest.

"Hahahaha! You don't know wow! When I took off her clothes, it was tender and tender! whiter than the steamed buns that had just come out of the pot. ”

The fat man said as he picked up the wine in the bowl and poured a few sips, then took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing while saying, "At that time, I pressed her on the bed, and I picked her up in three times, five and two, and the white and tender skin was about to pinch out the water......"

"It's a pity! Why did you kill such a good girl, big brother, or keep it for your brothers!"

"I don't want to either! I still want to go next time! But that stinky bite dares to bite me, you see it's bitten like this!" said the fat man, pointing to his shoulder with his finger.

"Big brother, smell it for me and see if there is still a fragrance!"

Hahahaha......

The sound insulation effect of the wooden building is not very good, and Qin Sheng listened to the dialogue on the second floor on the top of the stairs.

After listening to the conversation on the second floor, Qin Sheng's expression did not change much, but his steps became more firm, but there was a subtle smile on his originally calm face.