Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 1151 White-haired Sword Demon
Chen Xinghe was astonished to find that his cultivation base had improved a lot.

"Suppressing this old devil in the body is still beneficial? Well, it is one step closer to being promoted to the late stage of becoming a god. Fighting is indeed the best way to improve strength."

There was another blood-colored cassock left outside the sword array.

Kaoruo old devil doesn't know that he should be happy!Still should be sad!

It's too heart-wrenching, he should show off his power with such a cultivation base, but this sword array combines the power of 800 people, of which [-] or [-] monks at the stage of transformation are not fake, I have to admit that they do have the power of the stage of integration .

It's hard to deal with!Really hard to deal with.

Chen Xinghe's whole body was full of demonic clouds, he looked like a monk of the demonic way.

Those cultivators who were watching the battle and didn't see the mystery were dumbfounded, thinking that the Emperor Qingtianzong was about to transform into a demon!

Seeing that the situation has improved and the situation has stabilized step by step, he should have let go of his heart, but Chen Xinghe couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat.

"Be vigilant!" Just as he uttered his voice, everyone within a hundred miles could hear it, when he saw a black sword Qi Lanyan appear.

"Puff puff puff..." In the blink of an eye, clouds of blood sprayed into the air, thousands of monks fell into the dust and died instantly.

"Damn, who?"

Many monks in the periphery hadn't reacted when they were stunned. Those monks who were close to the sword formation cried for their father and mother and ran away. They only felt that their heads were broken, so why should they stay nearby to watch the battle.

The sword array was terribly impacted. With just one encounter, a black flying sword cut through layers of sword gangs and pierced through thirteen monks. Instead of slowing down, the speed was accelerated by extracting blood essence.

A black light pierced into Chen Xinghe's chest. If the Guizang Sword hadn't been prepared, the spindle-shaped sword energy exploded crazily, grinding away the attack little by little. place.

The blood flowed down the corner of Chen Xinghe's mouth, and there was a shake behind him, the old demon primordial spirit who was forcibly imprisoned in his body staggered back, his face was full of anger and fear.

"You, are you out?" With just this sentence, the old devil's primordial spirit disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Chen Xinghe was extremely shocked, the opponent's sword was not aimed at him, but at the old guy imprisoned in his body.

The star power in the body is rapidly suppressing the foreign sword energy, and the Taiji golden elixir has evolved into the Zhoutian Star Dou array. Fortunately, the star stone has a thick foundation, which draws out a trace of the primordial star power to cleanse the marrow and cut hair, and then transfer the terrifying sword energy to the flying sword , A little hesitation may leave sequelae.

A boot steps into battle.

The white hair is like snow, the sword energy is magnificent, and the four directions are shaking, and the group of cultivators are overwhelmed.

Because the artistic conception of swordsmanship was too powerful, some monks could not stay away from Baili, and fell to their knees on the spot, their knees were all shattered, and they screamed in pain. Unexpectedly, a black light flashed across their necks, and their heads rolled down. .

Nearly [-] monks fell down like harvesting wheat, with no life left.

In a blink of an eye, apart from the thousand 800 people in the sword formation, there was no living thing within a hundred miles.

terror!
terrible!
cruel!

The master of Wan Mozong is here, the real master!

Carrying a gloomy magic sword, when the buckskin boots took the second step, a bright red blood path appeared under his feet.

This person walked on blood, and every step he took, the blood path became darker.

When he got close to the sword formation, the blood path turned black, and there were dead bones within a hundred miles, and there was no fresh corpse to be seen again.

The white hair fluttered in the demonic energy.

He looked very young, but the age spots on the sides of his cheeks made his youthful face look weird.

Chen Xinghe lamented in his heart, Wan Mozong broke his face and disregarded the rules. Sending such people can be said to be determined to win, and the way of life immediately becomes dark. Is it necessary to continue to attract robbery regardless of the cost?

But the right hand will not agree, because in the following catastrophes, if a thunderbolt strikes casually, he may die, and maybe he will not be given the chance to die.

Obviously, the Wan Mo Sect didn't want to see Chen Xinghe jumping up and down again, so they directly invited Extraordinary figures, demanding that this annoying little monkey be killed immediately.

"This sword formation is good!" The white-haired sword demon actually praised it, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years.

What made Chen Xinghe even more worried was that among the elders of the Four Precepts, Kaoruo, that is, the old devil hiding behind the blood-colored cassock, abandoned all face and ran away when he saw the black sword energy at the first sight.

This shows that the elders of the Wan Mo Sect were extremely afraid of the coming, and they didn't even dare to stay for a moment to say a word, which showed that it was unfathomable.

In Chen Xinghe's memory, there is the old devil Yan and the elder Sijie, but there is no owner of the jade hand before and the white-haired sword demon in front of him.

It seems that the disciples of Wanmo Sect are not qualified to know about such people. Maybe they are of very high seniority, or maybe it is a taboo in itself, and no one else would like to mention it in the sect where powerful people like Wanmo Sect gather together.

In short, this is an enemy beyond the boundaries of resistance.

Under the mobilization of Chen Xinghe's mind, the sword formation has turned into an absolute defensive position.

He didn't dare to delay, so he took out the Lingbao Feijian of Laomo Yan, and directly contacted the golden-billed penguin Yue Zenghui, saying: "You should see my difficulty! Is there any treasure on the black market that can support me? Get ready to be sucked dry."

As he said that, with the race bag in his hand, a burst of sword energy forcibly split it.

Only a small piece of green carpet is kept, and the rest of the vast land like a fairy medicine garden is packaged and sold, and treasures carefully selected from several old devils' homes are displayed to the black market.

Yue Zenghui voice transmission: "Not enough!"

Chen Xinghe didn't talk nonsense, because he didn't have time to linger, he took out the avatar demon pinnacle he was cultivating, and showed the immortal hatchet that was integrated into the avatar, saying that he could comprehend the way of imperial power, this is a fairy fate, hard to find in the world.

At this moment, what he was thinking was: "Squeeze it dry, just squeeze it dry! As long as you save your life and the monks under you, you will definitely be able to recover these losses from the Wanmo Sect in the future."

The black market once again highlighted the law of true blackness, and the golden-billed penguin thought for a while and said: "Transfer all of your battlefield points to me, and this sword demon killed a large number of monks to extract blood, and I will take half of the relics of these victims. "

"Okay." Chen Xinghe directly explained the matter via voice transmission, and everyone complied immediately.

Since Huantian Pavilion presided over the treasure collection, everyone has indeed accumulated a lot of points through fighting, but in the face of the enemy, no one can guarantee that they will still have a chance to use it, so they just gave up, without any regrets in their hearts.

Chen Xinghe also doesn't care about these points. He is not a businessman now, but the leader of the Qingtian Sect. He must turn the tide and keep the enemy out of the sword formation.

The golden-billed penguin was trembling with excitement, and said via voice transmission: "Since fellow daoists are so generous, the black market is responsible for taking away the relics and leaving half of them to fellow daoists."

"Leave half of the ingot and fairy stone for me, I don't know you..." Before Chen Xinghe finished speaking, two treasures appeared in Yue Zenghui's place in time.

"Deal!" Chen Xinghe didn't dare to waste time while being shocked.

(End of this chapter)