"Yes!" was a neat answer.

Fan Yue is also like other people, he will be afraid, hit, and unconfident in the face of those who are stronger than himself, and he will have a sense of superiority in the face of the weak, which is human nature.

He is so high in front of the falling sky, but he looks humble and small in front of the evil immortals, which is an intuitive manifestation of natural selection and survival of the fittest.

When Fan Yue saw that such a strong creature had died, he had a special feeling in his heart, and he wanted to possess it, if he got it, he could obtain endless power, and the cultivators of the god level were not opponents.

However, this thought was hurriedly suppressed in his heart, silent, and secretly thought: "This is an evil immortal, it must be that the evil slam is sealed by the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, and it must not be released, if it is released..... Maybe it's not bad, if it's for me, wouldn't it be comparable to the Dragon Butterfly Demon King!"

Turning sharply, my thoughts can't stop thinking in the direction of evil, and reason is struggling to support it.

In order to control himself, Fan Yue's eyes kept scanning the skull of the evil fairy to divert his attention, and then he suddenly found that in the center of his forehead, there was a lightsaber shining with black light.

It looks like a short sword from a distance, but at a close distance, it is at least a giant sword that is thousands of feet long.

The black light on the big sword was extremely black, and even the colorful light found it and was swallowed up, only that piece was a special area, and it was particularly obvious from a distance.

So pointing to the black sword, Fan Yue asked, "How could this sword be inserted into the forehead of the evil immortal?" said as he said a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, he didn't want to know that this black sword was definitely a good weapon, and even such a powerful person couldn't stop it, to be honest, Fan Yue wanted it, it must be very cool to use this sword to kill the sky!

When Fan Yue was thinking more and more refreshed, the voice of Steward Lu came to his ears, and he said: "This sword is called Black Knife, it is a kind of Tang knife in ancient weapons, it is not as wide as a beheading knife, but it is similar to a sword, from a distance, it will be mistaken for a sword, the whole body is pitch black, pure and free of impurities, this is the first sect master of the Butterfly Killing Sect, with the title of Butterfly Falling Black Knife for two halves, Wu Qingyang's personal weapon, he is also the only sect master who has reached the realm of transforming gods." ”

After speaking, he bowed forward, his eyes were full of reverence, seeing the knife was like seeing a person, Fan Yue next to him also bowed, expressing his awe of the strong, his face was serious, and he didn't dare to slack off, but he didn't dispel the idea of wanting to take the black knife for himself.

Respect is respect, but selfish desires are also selfish desires, and the more the best, the more you want to get it.

What kind of existence is Wu Qingyang? If the Dragon Butterfly Demon King casually created the Butterfly Killing Sect, then Wu Qingyang is the foundation for carrying forward the Butterfly Killing Sect and continuing it, without him, the Butterfly Killing Sect is still a chaotic sect, and the disciples in it have different purposes, and they will fall apart in less than fifty years.

From its creation to the next ten years, there have been people to join, there is an endless stream, there are many disciples he sent to make trouble, there are many people who are not right-minded and want to get rich overnight, and there are many lazy people who eat and wait for death, and there are very few people who really want to follow the Dragon Butterfly Demon King and join sincerely.

At the beginning, the Butterfly Killing Sect was not even a third-class sect, and it had offended hundreds of sects, and when walking outside, if he said that he was a disciple of the Butterfly Killing Sect, there would be several or a dozen disciples of other sects chasing and killing him in an instant.

In this case, Wu Qingyang, the apprentice of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, resolutely stood up and challenged the Dry Bone Ancestor, a god-transforming monk who was the hegemon of the Butterfly Killing Sect at that time, with the perfect cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage.

As soon as the news came out, it caused a sensation in half of the continent, and the gods above represented the existence of cultivating immortals, and Wu Qingyang was only in the infancy stage, even if it was the Great Perfection realm, it was impossible to defeat the early stage of the gods.

The degree of disparity in strength is like the gap between the Qi training period and the Yuan infant stage.

The battle is not about winning or losing, only life and death, Wu Qingyang is the apprentice of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, so considering this identity, the dry bone ancestor is ready to show mercy to his subordinates, as long as he admits defeat.

Who knew that Wu Qingyang not only didn't accept this feeling, but also slapped the dry bone ancestor in the face with his backhand, and said lightly, "Don't put the four words Dragon Butterfly Demon King in front of me, I wanted to spare your life to add strength to the Butterfly Killing Sect, but now it seems that there is no need." ”

The mainland was in an uproar again, and more and more people knew that the Dragon Butterfly Demon King had a lawless apprentice, countless heroes and heroes, and genius boys came one after another, wanting to see this person with their own eyes.

This matter also reached the ears of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, and after hearing the news, the Dragon Butterfly Demon King laughed three times and said: "My apprentice, if you die like this, it will be too disappointing for you, but if you die, you will die." ”

This is the speech of the strongest man, full of self-confidence in himself and indifference to his apprentice, in his eyes, victory should be, defeat at the hands of the other party, if he survives, he will do it himself.

No one thinks that the Dragon Butterfly Demon King has done something wrong, where has the affection between the master and the apprentice gone? Who cares.

Being able to worship the Dragon Butterfly Demon King as a teacher means that he stands at the apex of the continent, and he will be invincible like his master.

Defeat means that he is not qualified enough, and there are a large number of people who think they are talented and beg the Dragon Butterfly Demon King and want to worship him as a teacher.

Wu Qingyang has been since he was a child, and the moment he climbed to the top of the Tianshan Mountain, he was no longer the same person.

So when he heard what the master said, he just smiled, and he had already guessed that he would say that.

The world was shocked, and the heat reached its peak, and on the day of the fight, 10,000 people arrived at the Butterfly Killing Sect for nine days.

Because the power of the cultivators of the Transformation Stage was too great, although it did not reach the level of the heavens and the earth cracking, at least a radius of thousands of miles was gone, and tens of thousands of miles of lives were destroyed.

Therefore, the battle above the god transformation stage is carried out in the sky by default, and to reach the minimum of the nine heavens, it is necessary to reach the early stage of the Yuan Infant, or the powerful Jindan Consummation Half Yuan Infant Stage.

Think about it, 10,000 Yuan Infants, hundreds of Consummation, and a few Transformation Gods gathered here, including one hundred and eight first-class sects and one thousand and eighty second-class sect elders, plus many strange people who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, the momentum is huge, and the scene is unprecedented.

There are still many enemies present, their eyes are facing each other, their eyes are red, Wu Qingyang and the Dry Bone Ancestor have not yet started, and the fighting has begun around them, large and small battles, more than a dozen.

Until the evening, the moon is high, the night is dark and the wind is high and the night is high, the cool Jiuzhuangang wind blows through everyone, the crispy numb is very comfortable, don't look at them comfortable, if the realm is not enough, the strength is not enough people, after being blown by the Jiuzhuangang wind, it will be wiped out in an instant, and there is no scum left.

Like night, the hustle and bustle is far away from the world, only silence remains, everyone gradually quiets down, and a depressing atmosphere pervades the surroundings.

I saw that a black knife flew from a distance, cutting through the sky, as if smashing the bright moon and devouring the moonlight, and a touch of extreme black appeared in the eyes of everyone, and in the blink of an eye, he came to everyone, standing in the void, holding the black knife in both hands.

"The river of death can't be washed away, the mountains that support the sky can't be crushed, the gods can't be killed, and everything in the world is incompetent. A high-pitched and loud voice resounded through the world, Wu Qingyang's face was relaxed, and in the moonlight, his fair-skinned and handsome side face was particularly charming.

Four sentences, one sentence is more arrogant than the other, arrogant, in front of ten thousand people, more than a dozen gods of power, thousands of yuan infant consummation, so described, it is simply no one in the eyes.

Suddenly, a voice came from the other side, saying, "Hmph! Are you incompetent? You dare to say such things, you even scold your own master, arrogant boy!"

The sound of the gong was extremely unpleasant, and the sound seemed to be able to turn into a needle and pierce into the ear, and the monk with a slightly lower realm felt a wave of nausea in his heart and dizzy in his head.

The sound goes first, and then the person follows, the dry bone ancestor stepped on a skull barefoot, dozens of zhang large, engraved with a black demon pattern, exuding bursts of evil aura, ragged clothes, skulls of different sizes hung on strips of cloth, red and gold, a string of black beads hung around the neck, each bead made a burst of screams, extremely poignant, composing a cruel movement.

The string of black beads was placed on the neck of the infant monk, and in less than a moment, the man was driven mad by this sound.

On the bald head, a black skeleton is carved, and the expression is full of enjoyment, and wherever he goes, he will show a disgusting smile.

Although many people are not accustomed to the arrogance of Wu Qingyang, they hate the person of the dry bone ancestor even more, relying on the cultivation of gods, committing all kinds of evil deeds, causing the anger of the heavens and people.

Why hasn't anyone stood up to eradicate him for so long, the first god transformation strength is not a joke, you must have other god transformation powers to have the certainty of defeat, otherwise it will be difficult to kill him, but few god transformation powers will provoke monks of the same level.

Each god power has a strong hole card, which is given by heaven when breaking through the realm of transforming gods, so they understand each other and will not take the initiative to take the initiative and risk their lives.

The second Dry Bone Ancestor is particularly treacherous and cunning, only provoking the sects below the second-class sect that do not have the cultivators of the Transformation God Realm to sit in, and more to do it to mortals, which makes all the monks feel disdainful, before becoming a monk, everyone is a mortal, parents and friends are mortals, the Dry Bone Ancestor has at least hundreds of millions of lives in his hands, and he likes to torture first before he dies and then kill, many monks have enmity with him, but his strength is not enough, and he dare not speak out.

The third Dry Bone Ancestor is the dog leg of a powerful force, with someone covering him, and he is not afraid of offending others at all, he does his own thing, and he thinks he is very free.

For example, the black beads on his neck are the ones he incarnated into hundreds of thousands of doppelgangers, raped the woman, made the woman pregnant, raised her for ten months, conceived in October, and was about to give birth to a child, one claw pierced the heart, the two hearts were grabbed out together, put it in the mouth to chew, eat it, and then seal the souls of the woman and the baby, collect the black beads, and let their resentment be conceived in it.

Thousands of cruel things happened at the same time, all of them were collected into the black beads, and this was only one of them, and there were dozens of them hanging around his neck, and you can imagine how many people died unjustly.

Many of them also had blood relations or friendships with immortal cultivators, and all of them were tortured to death.

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