When Li Peicheng heard this, he remembered that those disciples of the Yanhuang Sect in Kunlun Wonderland, except for the original Gemen, were basically old guys who had been holding back for hundreds of thousands of years. [Full text reading]

"The dragon returns to the sea!" Li Peicheng couldn't help but murmur to himself, and a cold glint flashed in his deep eyes.

The distance of thousands of miles is nothing for a monk above the Yuan Infant Stage, but after a while, the white clouds on the edge of the sky are rolling like angry waves, and then I see a little dazzling light rushing out of the white clouds, roaring towards Kyushu Mountain.

From afar, you can feel a murderous aura sweeping overwhelmed, and the whole world is rendered cold and cold by this fierce murderous aura, and even the sun hanging high in the sky seems to have lost its former brilliance and heat.

Eleven people came this time, and the two leaders were tall and thin, with high frontal bones, deep-set eyes, and a faint glow of bloodthirsty, and at a glance they knew that they were not people in the righteous path. The two of them were dressed in purple and red robes, and from a distance, they looked like ghosts from the netherworld.

The cultivation of the two of them is not low, they both have the cultivation of the middle stage of distraction, and there is also an early stage of distraction among the other nine, and the other eight people, including the two red-clothed men with broken arms, are all hovering between the Yuan Infant Stage and the Out-of-Body Period.

In the distance, those who had been waiting for the Bloody Clothes Gate to return to Kyushu Mountain began to shake, and some even looked horrified.

"It seems that this time the Bloody Clothes Gate is ready to open a killing ring, and even the two elders of the Blood Soul and the Blood Ghost have been dispatched. The young man in gray exclaimed in the distance, his eyes showing a hint of horror.

The middle-aged man's face was also a little pale at this time, feeling the fierce cold air diffuse between heaven and earth, and sighed and said: "The bloody clothes door is not easy to mess with! But that person has a powerful magic weapon in his hand, and there are still two people on the upper floor of the palace who have not made a move, although the two elders of the blood soul and the blood ghost are fierce and powerful, they may not be able to win the battle." ”

"That's true, but the masters of the Bloody Clothes Gate are like clouds, and there are nearly a thousand people in the door, even if they escape this catastrophe, I'm afraid they will not be able to escape the doom next time. The young man said.

The middle-aged man sighed deeply and said, "If you count our subsidiary forces, I'm afraid there will be no less than three or four thousand people. There are only three of them, and unless they have the ability to turn the sky upside down, they are doomed to bad luck. ”

Li Peicheng and the others naturally didn't know that those people looked at them like dead people, they only knew that people didn't offend me, I didn't offend people, and if people offended me, they would be punished far away. Now is the time for them to go on a killing spree and threaten the Red Blood Mountain. Therefore, the three of them stood quietly on the upper floor of the Four Seas Palace, their faces were as calm as water, only the depths of their eyes flashed from time to time, and a slight chill spread out from their bodies.

"Sect Master, can I fight with Brother Qingyu first in this battle? Cang Hao's old mung bean eyes were half narrowed, and the two fierce gazes shot like eagles and falcons towards the people of the blood-clothed sect who were coming to Kyushu Mountain with a cold face and a murderous aura.

Li Peicheng smiled faintly, with such a little strength, he really has no interest in making a move now. And with the improvement of the realm, his requirements for true yuan mana are getting higher and higher, these enemies who are the highest are the middle stage of distraction, their true yuan mana is not only too weak in Li Peicheng's eyes, but also too messy and impure, even if he kills them with a fire cloud gun, except for those three distraction period monks who still have a little effect on Li Peicheng, other people can be said to be of little help to him.

And Canghao Lao Dao is the body of a sea turtle, and his body contains the bloodline of the ancient beast hegemony known for his physical strength, and he is famous for fighting by force in the Shenzhou Xiuzhen Realm, and a pair of eight-edged purple gold hammers in his hand are known to everyone in the Shenzhou Xiuzhen Realm. Today's Yanhuang Sect is the head of the family, among which the martial arts passed from Zhang Sanfeng are definitely a profound Taoism in the Yanhuang Sect. This kind of battle of life and death is absolutely beneficial and harmless to a monk like Canghao Lao Dao who advances to the Tao by force, and he may be able to reach a higher level.

However, Li Peicheng deliberately smiled silently, neither saying good nor bad, just staring calmly into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cang Hao couldn't help but be a little anxious, and complained: "Sect Master, brother, if you go into battle, how can there be anything about me and Brother Qingyu!"

Although Qingyu Zhenren looks calm as water on the surface, in fact, his heart is as enthusiastic as fire at this time. The sentence that the dragon returns to the sea seems to be talking about Canghao's old way, but not himself. Once he Qingyu real person had no one to compete on the earth, and he held back his anger for more than a thousand years. Later, outsiders killed the Shenzhou Xiuzhen Realm, and more than half of his Kunlun faction elites were lost, and even his master Xuan Huanzi was killed and died. Now that he has finally come to this Jidu Star and started a new career in cultivation, he seems to be a fairy wind and a bone, and the indifferent Qingyu Zhenren also needs blood to stimulate his endless fighting spirit and support him to go on the boring and arduous road of cultivation.

Therefore, Qingyu Zhenren saw that Li Peicheng was silent, and couldn't help but smile faintly, and said in the words of Cang Hao's old man: "What Brother Cang Hao said is reasonable, where is this kind of jumping clown to find the sect master to take action!"

Li Peicheng slowly turned his head, glanced at the two of them, and said, "In that case, what are you still standing for?"

The two of them were overjoyed when they heard this, and bowed slightly to Li Peicheng and said, "Take the order!"

After saying that, the two flew away, Qing Yu Zhenren still looked indifferent, floating like a fairy, it seemed that he was also like this when the sky fell. And Cang Hao's old man's eyes have already revealed a fierce gaze, and his body faintly exudes the fierce aura of the ancient beast.

Li Peicheng smiled indifferently and watched the two of them greet the blood soul, blood ghost and others. He is not worried about the safety of the two of them at all, on the one hand, there is he, who is comparable to the master of the Tribulation Period, sitting in the rear, on the other hand, Qingyu Zhenren and Canghao Lao Dao have been cultivating for more than a thousand years, although their skills are currently limited, but their Taoism is extremely profound, and their state of mind is like stopping water, and the two of them have the best magic weapon in their hands, even if their cultivation is lower than that of blood souls and blood ghosts, but it is absolutely no problem to protect themselves the most.

The two elders of the Blood Soul and the Blood Ghost who were the leaders saw Qing Yu Zhenren and Cang Hao Lao Dao coming towards them, and their eyes shot out two fierce fierce lights, looking at the cultivation realm of Qing Yu Zhenren and Cang Hao Lao Dao unscrupulously.

Qing Yu Zhenren's heart flickered with assassination and murder, but on the surface, he still saluted politely from afar: "Poor Dao Yan Huang Sect Qing Yu, I don't know what you have to do when you come from afar?"

Cang Hao glanced at Qingyu Zhenren with dissatisfaction, he was originally a monster, and now he is like a dragon returning to the sea, his surname is revealed, where can he see so many false courtesies of Qingyu Zhenren, and he simply fought directly in the past with his meaning. However, Qing Yu Zhenren's face, he had to give it, so he had to squint his mung bean eyes slightly, and looked at the blood soul and blood ghost in front of him, who were not good goods at first glance, and his mind was already closely linked to the eight-sided purple gold hammer, ready to sacrifice those two big guys at any time and kill the Quartet.

The blood soul and the blood ghost found that Qingyu Zhenren and Canghao Lao Dao cultivation were only a step lower than them, although they were determined in their hearts, they were also slightly surprised, and glanced at Li Peicheng upstairs in the Sihai Palace from afar, firstly, because the distance was a little far, and secondly, because Li Peicheng's cultivation was higher than them, they couldn't see the depth at all. I secretly calculated in my heart, Li Peicheng is the most powerful when he is not more than the level of the middle and late stages of distraction, there are three distraction stage monks on his side, and there are eight monks who are at least above the late stage of the Yuan Infant, as long as there is no accident, he should still have a chance to win. Besides, the Red Blood Peak is only six or seven hundred miles away, if there is really anything wrong, you can ask for help at any time.

With such calculations, the people of the Bloody Clothes Gate have always been ferocious again, and the Blood Soul ignored the early cultivation of the two Qing Yu and the others, and said proudly and gloomily: "You Yanhuang Sect are so bold to go to my Red Blood Mountain to open up a cave, first, without first asking for the consent of my Bloody Clothes Gate, and second, we kindly sent someone to inform you, but you humiliated them instead! Now I give you two choices, one, offer five pieces of purple stone, or a treasure of considerable value, and then cut off one of your arms, kowtow and admit your mistakes, and pay tribute every fifty years in the future, and two, die!"

The corners of Li Peicheng's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a sneer, secretly thinking that there were only more than twenty purple stones in the storage ring of characters like Brother Li back then, and he asked for five purple stones as soon as he opened his mouth, but it was really a lion's big mouth.

Qing Yu Zhenren smiled faintly when he heard this, and wanted to have a few words with the Blood Soul Elder, but Cang Hao Lao Dao could not hold back, and snorted, "Then you first ask your uncle about the eight-edged purple gold hammer in my hand!"

Before the words fell, two purple lights flashed in the air, and a pair of huge eight-edged purple gold hammers came out of the air, covering Cang Hao's entire body behind him, revealing only a small head.

As soon as this eight-sided purple gold hammer came out, a domineering momentum suddenly burst out from Cang Hao Lao Dao's body, making people not feel that he was short at all, but felt that such a short person was holding two giant hammers, a bit like a giant spirit god, majestic and tall, standing unshakable between heaven and earth.

Qing Yu Zhenren saw that Cang Hao Lao Dao had even sacrificed the eight-edged purple gold hammer, so he had to smile faintly and said: "Poor Dao thinks that there should be a third choice, that is, you die!"

With a sword groan, a flying sword that was crystal clear, without a trace of impurities, and shimmering with cold light was suspended in mid-air, swallowing a trace of cold air. As soon as this sword came out, everyone suddenly felt that the temperature around them plummeted, and the air around the flying sword seemed to freeze.

This sword is another magic weapon of Qingyu Zhenren, the Xuanbing Cold Light Sword, which is slightly worse than the dragon binding rope, and it is a top-grade magic weapon.

(To be continued)