hey demon

Chapter 427
Suzaku Blessed Land, passing through the phoenix trees, Zhao Wuji came to a fire pool. He has been cultivating in this blessed land all these years. He is very familiar with this place. With the blessing of the blessed land, even if he tries to attack Taoists here The environment, the outside world will not give birth to the induction.

On the pool of fire, golden lotuses were in full bloom, and a red-robed Taoist sat cross-legged on it. He was as thin as a stick, his flesh and blood were shriveled, his eye sockets were empty, his eyeballs had disappeared, and his whole body exuded a rotten aura, like a mummy that had been dead for a long time. There is a black thread hooked on the top of the head, and it does not know where it spreads, retaining a little breath of life for it.

Seeing such a Taoist, Zhao Wuji fell to his knees.

"Beast King Zong Xiao Biyun is about to be promoted to Daoist Realm, so please help the ancestor!"

Grabbing the ground with his head and running the secret technique, Zao Wou-ki uttered the voice of the soul.

In the next moment, a gloomy and cold atmosphere filled the air, the sound of howling souls echoed, two clusters of red flames ignited in the empty eye sockets, and the Taoist who should have died raised his head again.

"Xiao Biyun, it turns out that this little brat was able to force you to wake me up. It seems that she is really about to succeed."

A hoarse voice sounded, and Zhao Qianyang's words could not conceal the exhaustion and weakness.

Taoism · life hanging by a thread, this method can leave the last ray of life for the cultivator and keep him in a state of suspended animation, but correspondingly, the cultivator has to bear the pain of burning fire and burning gods every moment , this technique will fail.

Back then when he returned from killing the Han Cicada King with the magical power of returning light and returning to light, Zhao Qianyang knew that his injuries were irreversible, so Zhao Qianyang used the Taoism of hanging a thread of life on himself, in order to leave the last card for the Zhao family.

"After this shot, I will really die, and the Zhao family will rely on you in the future."

Looking at Zhao Wuji, Zhao Qianyang let out a sigh, feeling regretful and relieved.

Hearing this, feeling the strong death intent in Zhao Qianyang's body, his heart was touched, and Zao Wou-ki kowtowed his head to the ground again.

"The children of the younger generation are unworthy, and the ancestors have been tired to this point."

There was a bit of choking in the words, as Li Huang, Zao Wou-ki knew the price to be paid for the art of hanging his life by a thread, it was burning his soul like lamp oil.

Hearing this, Zhao Qianyang waved his hands as he looked at Li Huang who seemed to be showing his true feelings.

"Remember, don't let the Zhao family die in your hands. At critical moments, you can abandon the Dali Dynasty and return to Zhongzhou with your clan."

After the words fell, he didn't say anything more, the blue hair on the top of his head broke, and his body was completely rotten. Zhao Qianyang's Yang God walked out of the rotten body, turned into a vermilion bird, and rose into the sky engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"The unworthy descendants send respect to the ancestors."

Seeing Zhao Qianyang's disappearing figure, Zhao Wuji kowtowed his head to the ground again. At this moment, the sadness on his face had subsided, leaving only a coldness. He knew that Zhao Qianyang would never come back after leaving.

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In the Dangyun Mountain Range, thousands of miles of wind and clouds were stirred up, and the vortex above the Beastmaster Sect became larger and larger, devouring ideas from all directions, as if there was no end.

Bathing in it, I don't know how many inspirations I have devoured. With a little bit of the true meaning of the dream as the foundation, combined with ten thousand years of cultivation, a round big pill slowly condensed in the body of the six-tailed demon fox.

Roar, roar loudly, a terrifying deterrence burst out from the fox demon's body, sympathized with the heaven and the earth, and interfered with the ten thousand miles of celestial phenomena. Seeing such a scene, everyone understood that this fox demon was really going to become the demon king.

And under the feeding back of the fox demon, the spirit grew rapidly, the huge yin essence was constantly squeezed, guided by the power of the Yangpo bead, the cathode yang was born, and a little real yang essence began to be born in the depths of Xiao Biyun's spirit.

There was a warm feeling in the originally cold soul, like bathing in a hot spring. Xiao Biyun burst out with joy from the heart when she noticed such a change. Once she stabilized, she would be considered to have truly stepped into the realm of Taoism. Since then, the world has been very different.

But at this very moment, a dark murderous intent fell, his supernatural power was triggered, and Xiao Biyun saw his own death.

At the same time, the sharp cry resounded through the sky and the earth, and the sky was dyed red, and a Suzaku body turned into a divine light, and the shadow of a large flag loomed in it, shooting from afar, and it passed by. The sky was torn apart, leaving scars that were difficult to heal.

"Zhao Qianyang? No!"

Knowing something, the sense of crisis in her heart exploded, ignoring the possibility of a fall in the realm, and mobilizing all her strength, Xiao Biyun wanted to use all her strength to urge her supernatural powers, but at this moment her six-tailed fox demon was at a critical moment of qualitative change in demon power, and wanted to It is inevitable that there will be obstacles in urging the supernatural powers, and it is this momentary obstacle that makes her lose the possibility of counterattack.

Kachacha, Suzaku's divine light was brilliant and unrivaled. He pierced through the formation of the Beastmaster Sect in an instant, and then pierced through the chest of the six-tailed demon fox under the eyes of countless people who couldn't believe it, nailing him to death in the Beastmaster Sect. on Thang Long Peak.

"Zhao Qianyang, you have obviously fallen into a state of suspended animation, how could you appear at this time, don't you want to live? The reality is reversed."

Wailing in pain, the long and narrow fox eyes were full of pain, looking at the Suzaku flame flag piercing his chest, and the sluggish operation of magical powers, Xiao Biyun wanted to turn reality into nothingness and erase his injuries.

But at this moment, a soft sigh sounded, and an illusory figure escaped from the gigantic Suzaku Flame Banner.

"What's the point of struggling at this point, boil the sea."

Looking at Xiao Biyun who was still struggling, and feeling the little power left in him, Zhao Qianyang urged his supernatural powers again, and the next moment, hot flames gushed out from the Suzaku Flame Banner, swept all directions, turned into a sea of ​​flames, completely wiped out The six-tailed demon fox transformed by Xiao Biyun enveloped and burned her demon body.

Although his own condition was extremely poor and he only had three strikes, Zhao Qianyang seized the best opportunity and decided the outcome with one blow. Sooner or later, with Xiao Biyun's weird magical powers, he might survive.

Ah, the huge monster body was crucified on the Rising Dragon Peak, and was burned by the hot flames. The six-tailed fox was wantonly venting its strength, but it couldn't break free at all. Even if other monks of the Beast King Sect wanted to rescue them, they couldn't help it. For a while, the sea of ​​fire could not be broken at all.

"Zhao Qianyang, it's so easy for you to want me to die, fall into a dream."

The strange purple light in his eyes flowed, and regardless of the huge gap between his own soul and Zhao Qianyang, Xiao Biyun urged the magical power of dreaming, since her demon body has been nailed to death, then use the power of the soul to win a glimmer of life.

Although Zhao Qianyang's soul is bound to be much stronger than hers as a veteran Yang God, but she has mastered the power of Dream Dao, so she may not be able to survive from death.

"You... are you going to die?"

After falling into Zhao Qianyang's dream smoothly, Xiao Biyun's mind was disturbed when he realized Zhao Qianyang's true state.

Hearing this, Zhao Qianyang condensed his figure in a dream, and smiled at Xiao Biyun, for him, death was really a relief.

"Yeah, I'm going to die."

Without any cover-up, Zhao Qianyang admitted frankly.

And as his words fell, the dreamland collapsed, and fiery flames swept in, completely enveloping the spirits and souls of the two of them.

"Zhao Qianyang, you are really ruthless."

Looking at Zhao Qianyang who was also in deep flames, Xiao Biyun suddenly understood something.

"If you die, you have to ask me to go into the water, for the sake of your Zhao family's country. Since I have no way out, then your Zhao family should not think about it."

Knowing that he had no way out after falling into the trap, Xiao Biyun did not make any more unnecessary struggles, and once again activated a magical power of the dream path, taking pictures in the dream.

Aware of such a scene, Zhao Qianyang let out a sigh, but he did not stop it, he was powerless.

At this moment, many people were dragged into a dream. In the dream, they vaguely saw a crimson sea of ​​flames, and there were two figures in it that were burned to ashes at the same time. One was Xiao Biyun and the other was Zhao Qianyang. I just thought it was an illusion, but some people realized the seriousness of the matter.

(End of this chapter)