Chapter 923 Wan Ye

The red-haired Tushanjun breathes long-lasting magic power.

From an inch of interest to a whale swallowing.

It seemed that the person standing there was not a monk who was more than seven feet tall, but a supreme Kunpeng. It opened its terrifying mouth like the abyss of heaven and the underworld, and the whole world turned into his supplies.

Luo Tianfeng, who looked normal, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course he knew that this weapon spirit was from the mountain realm, and he also expected that the loss of mana would be considerable. However, although it seemed huge, in fact it did not lack much mana, that is, it was only more than 20%.

You must know that his body is just an unstable third step.

Because the relationship between his remnant soul and flesh and blood remains in this state.

Luo Manping was still standing barefoot beside the young man.

A strange color flashed in his eyes.

Cedar Demon Dao's expression was shocked and he sneered: "A mountain state where you are about to starve to death?"

The child's words were firm without any doubt.

"But it is true that as Qi Ling said, years of hunger have severely reduced his strength."

"The Snow Emperor kills the gods."

"Looking down on it?"

Luo Tianfeng's laughter just stopped suddenly and turned into a cold expression. He looked indifferently at the back of the red-haired weapon spirit: "If you are not qualified to cooperate, you should accept your fate and do your duty."

The phantom of heaven and earth straightened its palm, and a supreme snow sword condensed invisibly.

Luo Tianfeng hugged his shoulders and said calmly: "If he didn't even have this magical power, he wouldn't have been able to escape from the winds of the Ten Laws for several years."

"I didn't expect this ancient demon to have such courage."

Luo Tianfeng was amused by Yang Wu's innocence.

However, a 'Daoyan' type monk obviously cannot have too much strength.

Extremely squeezed vitality.

Luo Manping said in surprise.

When you get older, your energy and blood decline, and your magic power becomes unsustainable, your realm will naturally fall.

……

"I hope so. If he is not strong enough, he will not be qualified to cooperate with me."

"It seems you have great confidence in him."

"The Great Snow Mountain Magic!"

The figure of the unreasonably terrifying sky demon stretched out, as if it was free from the world but firmly suppressing the world. The shadow solidified in the distant sky, and the moon-like eyes seemed to turn the world into white.

Luo Manping mused: "Even so, it should be a hard battle."

It should be noted that human energy is limited, and it is impossible to reach a high level while also dabbling in many realms, such as life and death, yin and yang, life, ghosts, blood...

"Because along the way, no one has ever been your enemy."

"You forgot his identity."

As he spoke, he looked at the red-haired figure standing under the snowy light. His figure was so small in the vastness of the world.

With his great sage power, he would not be shaken by the mountain environment, and his body-protecting divine light also enveloped Luo Tianfeng, blocking him from everything.

Luo Tianfeng laughed, knowing that Luo Manping had fallen into a misunderstanding and regarded Tu Shanjun as a monk: "You underestimate him."

The glorious light of the saint is like the great sun that shakes the world, and the white bright divine light completely illuminates the world.

"The Daxue Mountain Magical Technique he practices is the Zongzong Cultivation Technique of the Northern Daxue Mountain. It is supplemented by the Blood Refining Demonic Scripture. Although he is said to be in the mountain realm, in fact, his strength has long been the best among the virtual saints."

The sky and the earth are 30,000 miles cold, and all species are silent and frost-ridden.

"Maybe he's older than us."

Just like one of the eight elders in the clan, he once briefly rose to the rank of Dao Lord, but due to his age, his realm fell after Long Live.

"hunger."

Everyone in the world thinks that becoming a monk means you can eat the wind and drink the dew. In fact, without the spiritual energy to replenish the lost mana, the body will also age without the nourishment of heaven, materials and earthly treasures.

The cedar demon looked up to the sky and roared.

"Hahaha."

"Since you are looking for death, I will drink the blood of you evil ghost first. After bathing in your evil blood, I will be reborn from the snowy world and come back to the world!"

He did not despise Tushanjun.

Luo Manping said softly.

"My lord will definitely win!"

"How dare you, the younger generation, bully me like this."

"He is not a monk, he is a weapon spirit."

at the same time.

With this cut, all things froze their vitality, as if they were extinct.

That's pure Cambrian.

It is heavy snow from ancient times.

It seems that the future of the retrograde ghost saint will be frozen to death in this world.

"die!"

The Snow Demon is indeed not a demon.

He is an ancient demon, and he also practices Taoism.

That is, Tao follows nature.

How could such pure Taoism connect him to a monster, and how could he tell that the other party was a blood-sucking monster.

However, he just did this, and he didn't know how powerful power burst out from the withered body, trying to completely submerge the red figure.

Immortal eyes.

Lift your eyes and plunder.

The divine light exploded like fire from the sky.

The ancient demon holding the sword screamed.

The supreme snow shadow behind him actually lit up with blazing flames.

Not only that, even the palm of his hand holding the sword was ignited. The painful ancient demon let go happily, as if he had thrown away a piece of red-hot iron, and did not dare to hold the divine sword again.

The snow melted.

Melted by flames.

Maybe it really was a flame.

What a horrifying sight, the whole pale sky and earth quickly faded away, the divine sword thrown away by the ancient demon was like a seed, planted, and then, the boundless fire of karma swept across the world.

There seemed to be only a tall figure standing in the void in the sky and on the earth.

The ancient demon was horrified and asked: "Who are you?!"

Yes.

In the eyes of the ancient demon, the red-haired ghost saint standing on the divine fire in the sky was a great demon.

And it's not just a big demon but an ancient demon.

His body is completely unknown.

A pair of black and red eyes are like the sun and the moon,

If he didn't pay attention, the world would be swept away by the fire of karma in his eyes.

This flame burns from the heart of a person, burning away hostility, evil spirits, murderous spirits, and everything else. How could he not see such a sky-burning fire? However, this karmic fire that purified the world came from the hands of a great demon. I really don't know whether it should be called an accident or irony.

One step misses the mark.

Karmic fire burns the sky.

The descending turbid gas kills and burns the earth,

The red-hot sky and the hell-like fertile fields are like blooming flowers.

The ancient demon was horrified to find that he had nowhere to hide, because he was in a cage and could not tear open the void to avoid it.

He really wanted to leave, he didn't want to fight this ancient demon.

This horrible thing shouldn't be in the mountains at all.

He didn't even understand why this ancient demon was in the mountain realm despite being bathed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, wrapped in the netherworld.

Under this kind of holy pressure, the ancient demon felt the passage of life more and more. He completely understood that he might die, but if he didn't fight hard, he would never have a chance.

Hands together.

The pine tree holding up the sky moved.

"disease."

The giant pine shook the world and opened the blockade.

The shackles are gone.

The magic iron comes to an end.

The ancient demon seemed to feel the decrease in the cage's seal on him. It was because someone specifically asked him to let go of his hands and feet, so he released his body-protecting holy weapon, allowing him to defeat the demon in front of him in the strongest form holding the weapon.

Before he had time to think about it, the Zen staff turned into a giant pine tree appeared in his hand.

The ancient demon held a Zen staff and chanted.

Then, his robe turned into blood.

Northern snowy region.

The blood-clothed demon in the Snowy Mountains.

The blood-clothed ancient demon thought: "Amimara Wuliang."

The Zen staff in his hand was suddenly released, and as the blood surged, the ancient demon's withered body seemed to be replenished, and countless powers burst out of the withered body.

The blood refining magic sutra is running.

Asura's shadow merged into his body and made his body grow a horn.

"This is?!"

A look of surprise flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This is the blood refining chapter of the Ancestral Blood Nerve."

No wonder this ancient demon is hiding in Tibet. It turns out that he is hiding something so terrifying.

This is a good technique.

In the past, it was one of the clan-suppressing magic skills of the powerful vampire clan in the underworld.

It's a pity that as powerful as the Vampire Clan, it will also decline. After the death of the Blood God, the entire Vampire Clan fell into pieces and was quickly lost in the long river of history.

No wonder he can refine the blood of the Asura clan, it turns out to be this secret method.

Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "How about I take action?"

He felt that the restrictions on the ancient demon should not be lifted. Without the help of the holy soldiers, he would have been killed by the weapon spirit.

Luo Tian's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.

He wanted the skills, but he also wanted to see the strength of the weapon spirit.

Since the ancient demon has such strength, there is no harm in waiting.

The ancient demon was about to take action when he suddenly felt a burning heat coming from his palm.

Then, his palms burned again.

He stared hard at his palms, his face distorted unconsciously. He obviously had monstrous strength and invincible skills, but he was controlled by others at a very early stage.

If he could hide better, obtain more divine blood, and cultivate more profoundly...

He didn't have time to think too much because he could no longer hold the Zen staff.

The flames told him to let go.

It was a bloody bite.

In an instant, his white palms turned into white bones.

Finally, the ancient demon shouted.

The snowy air swept away and rushed towards the sky.

Boom.

Countless cracks appeared in the prison realm, like a cracked mirror.

The ancient demon was overjoyed.

He felt more and more that his idea was right. He didn't need to fight to the death with that damn demon. As long as he opened the cage, he could turn into snowflakes and float in the world.

Just when he was about to squeeze out of his body, a figure had already walked in front of him.

The soul of the ancient demon emerged and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist!"

He was greeted by fists that were getting closer.

As big as a casserole.

It suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

It's like a meteor falling, and it's like a vast sun.

boom!

With his body staggered, he looked in shock at the loss of most of his arm. When he wanted to take action again, a green and white finger had already touched his forehead.

The purple-black nails held his body in place, not because of the fingers, but because of a black-red thread running through his head, piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness and locking his soul.

"Fellow Taoist, listen to me."

"You have such courage."

"The two of us can fight our way out of here by working together, why should we be controlled by others!"

Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient demon who was opening his mouth to argue, but said nothing.

Even without any words.

The pressure is divine, as brilliant as the power of heaven.

Calm eyes passed over.

Said softly:

"The Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, the Fire of Ten Thousand Industries."

"God and I are indestructible!"

"Fellow."

"Please enter the banner!"

Bang.

The head turned into powder.

The soul fell into the hands of ghosts.

Refined instantly.

 A few moments

(End of this chapter)

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