Text Chapter 122 Living up to the Sword Sect Monk
The wind howled in the Immortal Mountain, and less than 10,000 Terran monks slowly knelt on the ground.
Drops of bright red blood and tears rained down in their angry eyes.
I don't know who shouted: "The disciples of the Immortal Mountain Flying Immortal Sword Sect send the ancestor back to heaven!"
One by one, the monks who knelt on their knees bowed deeply to the dead head in the sky, and roared in unison: "Raise the sword in my hand, fly the immortal into the clouds, and send the ancestor all the way!"
"Woo!"
The low cry resounded throughout the Bulao Mountain in the wind, and the people who had never shed tears wept silently.
Their brothers and sisters fell under the sword of the demon clan, they never cried, the mountain of immortality that once raised them died slowly, they did not cry, and when the head full of white hair and dead eyes hung high on the dragon's horns, they couldn't suppress the grief in their hearts, and the bloody tears stained the soil in front of their knees.
"My generation can't let the ancestor die without turning a blind eye, I am ashamed of my dead comrades!"
"I'm unwilling, I can still fight!"
A monk with all his limbs and blood covered in blood lay on his back on the ground, his cheeks covered in blood looking young and green, but his round eyes stared at the windless head in the sky.
"That senior brother can use my remnants as a weapon when he fights again, although my cultivation is not high, and all my limbs are lost, but I can still use the teeth in my mouth to avenge my dead brother, and the old ancestor walks slowly to see how the disciple drinks the flesh and blood of the demon clan."
The half-lying love flower on the white jade bed opened her beautiful eyes, bent down her lazy delicate body, looked down at the crowd of worshippers below, and said with the corners of her vermilion lips slightly open: "It's really a group of incomprehensible ants, even if they kneel on the ground, they still pretend to be proud!"
"Giggles"
The flower chuckled, sat up straight, and stepped on the head hanging from the dragon's horns with her small, fair-skinned feet.
The wind lifted her green gauze garment, and a scarlet glow flashed in her eyes looking down on the earth.
She looked at the Terran monk who only had his body twisting on the ground and said, "Since you want to drink my demon flesh and blood, don't be afraid of being cut by my demon clan."
The words of the love flower were not big, but they resounded in the ears of every Sword Sect monk.
A long tongue full of barbs burst through the void, drawing several Terrans in front of the monk into a mist of blood.
With a roll of his long tongue, the limb monk on the ground was lifted high and slammed into a tall rock.
"Boom"
A burst of smoke rose, and the sound of dense bones shattering was heard, and a line of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted high in the monk's mouth, and the scarlet blood line made many red-haired demon beasts emit greedy glances in their eyes.
The love flower casually said to a demon beast: "You can peel its skin, devour its flesh, cut the flesh with ten thousand knives, and let it breathe in front of the throne with one less knife."
The red-haired demon beast who was nodded to his head had a happy face, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "I don't know if my subordinates can break the bones of his whole body, after all, the spinal cord in the bones is the most beautiful thing in the world, and if I waste it, I will be ridiculed by others as waste!"
"Quasi"
The slender hand of the love flower patted lightly and said: "Okay, it is worthy of being my demon warrior, if you and the other human race dare to take a step forward, I will pat the head of this old thing into powder, hehe! You are obedient and obedient, I can return this head to you after the matter is over, I heard that the human race will be said to be safe in the earth after death, and you can decide for yourself."
Looking at the demon beast walking with a sword, the monk who was besieged by countless demon beasts roared in the sky, and raised the long sword in his hand to fight to the death.
The monk lying on the boulder, staring at the love flower in the sky, shouted with all his might: "My Wang Zhimin is an orphan, he was adopted by the Sword Gate since he was a child, and he has never stabbed a demon clan in the bloody battle, but he has implicated several senior brothers to die for me, and now I can use this stump to exchange my body for the head of the ancestor to die as it deserves, all the senior brothers and elders will let me make the last effort for the Sword Gate, and there are no regrets on the Huangquan Road, God is pitiful and there is such an opportunity now, I don't know if you can fulfill your junior brothers?"
The high rock was stained red by Wang Zhimin's flowing blood, and his round eyes were full of endless longing.
It is not a desire for life, but an obsession with one's last wish.
"I don't know if you can fulfill your junior brother?"
Wang Zhimin's hoarse and mournful voice made the sword monk with the sword in his hand stain the hilt of the sword with blood, and a famous monk clenched his palm, pointed his long sword to the sky, and looked at the blood-stained rock with his eyes to perform the highest sword salute.
"A sword rushes into the sky and nine layers of the sky, stepping on the morning glow and the sea of clouds, not losing the ambition of youth, leaning on the sky and laughing in the ageless mountains, I stain the sky with my blood!"
The tragic singing came and went, and the sound was like rolling thunder tearing through the sky.
"Quack!"
The demon beast that came to Wang Zhimin's side spat at the ground with disdain, raised the scarlet blood knife in his hand, and slammed the back of the knife on the body that defied it.
The strange power passed through Wang Zhimin's body, crushing the bones of his whole body inch by inch.
Looking at Wang Zhimin, who had a distorted face and gritted his steel teeth, the red-haired demon beast said with satisfaction: "You just dispersed the essence of your whole body into the bones and flesh without saying a word, which makes it taste better, just now I was afraid that you would cry and cry your mother's howl, and you will spoil this flesh and blood, and now I think I am too worried."
"In order to enjoy the beautiful flesh and blood, I will shave your whole body into ten thousand pieces like the wind, of course, you will not die in the next few breaths, I want you to see with your own eyes how I devour your flesh and blood, how to suck your bone marrow, hahaha!"
"Before that, you dare to kill yourself, afraid that the old thing's head will turn to ashes!"
The red-haired demon beast looked proud, the red hair on its whole body stood up, and the bloody knife in his hand shook, and the knife came out like a wind.
"Boom"
At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled, and the undulating waves spread in all directions like ripples.
The love flower in the sky narrowed her eyes, and sneered in her heart: "A little mouse, I thought you didn't dare to appear, why can't you hold it now."
Smoke rose from the ground, and a burly body rose into the sky.
His long hair danced wildly, a big round sword in his hand pointed to the sky, his eyes erect, cold and ruthless.
Volleyed in the air, he opened his hand and threw it, and a blood-red lightning flew out of his hand and went straight to the door of the love flower.
"Clam Five, you wait for his retreat, he can't hurt this seat by virtue of him!"
The Phantom Flower stretched out a white finger and pointed at the burst of red light, even if she was seriously injured at this time, it was not something that an ant could hurt.
At the moment when her white fingertips collided with the red light, the oncoming red light disappeared strangely, and the space above her head moved, and a terrifying crisis surfaced in her heart.
"Space magic weapon!"
Youlianhua screamed, and suddenly crushed a jade pendant on her waist, and her figure instantly moved out of the thousands of feet.
"Quack"
With a few clams, a fist-sized blood clam landed on her white jade bed, the blood clam's high bulging eyes with a hint of playful abuse, a clam's mouth, swallowing the entire white jade bed into her abdomen.
The five or so people who had surrounded Lin Fan suddenly saw the sudden change above, and their faces showed disbelief.
"Hazu?".
This made the five of them astringent, and Lin Fan, who was soaring into the sky, fell like lightning, and a thick arm was clasped around the neck of the demon beast that was almost slashed off with a knife.
"Big brother!"
"What a big brother!"
Countless monks exclaimed, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Senior brother, go away, leave us alone, go quickly!"
Lin Fan raised the demon beast in his hand, looked around, and suddenly twisted the neck of the demon beast in his hand and threw its head at his feet.
The demon beast with the severed head, a thick line of blood gushed out in the neck, Lin Fan devoured it a few times, turned the demon corpse upside down, looked at the pale Wang Zhimin and said: "Senior brother, you also taste the blood of the demon clan, and you should live up to my Sword Gate monk!"