the first emperor

Chapter 149 A Green Lotus Kills All Evils
Seeing that Hua Yiran really walked out of the protective range of the formation by himself, and appeared outside Qianbao Mountain.The four great lords were overjoyed one by one, the grand lord of Qianbao Palace really couldn't stand their provocative method, and walked out stupidly by himself.

"Haha, idiot! Without the protection of the formation, I would kill you like a chicken." Zhu Xing Dazun laughed, and stopped Hua Yiran with a dodge, saving him from going back again.

Chen Yuanshui, who was about to leave, paused, and looked in the direction of Qianbao Mountain in surprise. The great venerable of Qianbao Palace didn't hide well, but ran out by himself.Isn't that courting death? There are four great lords outside, and one of them is a star venerable on the mainland lord list.

In an instant, Chen Yuanshui became excited. It was a great honor for him to witness the fall of a Great Master with his own eyes.

"Stupid guy, go to hell with me."

The Great Blood Owl was the first one who couldn't help but make a move. A great power at the level of the Great Lord burst out from him, and eight blood rivers suddenly appeared in the sky, each of which seemed to be rolling like a real river. Waves of blood swept across, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The eight blood rivers entwine towards Hua like eight huge tentacles, directly blocking the sky and the earth, and all directions of the universe.

"Eight Blood River Techniques!"

There were several gasping voices in Zhanspear City. The Eight Blood River Technique is the supreme secret technique of the Blood Fiend Sect. Once it is performed, even the Great Master will change face when facing it.

The Blood Fiend Sect was once a holy sect, and saints were born, and the legend of the eight blood river arts is a holy art. The strongest state can be integrated into the rules of the blood river holy way of heaven and earth. Blood.

Of course, only saints can practice the Eight-part Blood River Technique to the highest level in the legends. Although the peerless grand lord can also practice it, he can only achieve a little superficial.

Of course, it's just superficial, and its power is extremely terrifying.If you haven't cultivated the same level of barbaric art, even the great venerable would not dare to accept it.

The Great Blood Owl immediately performed the eight Blood River Techniques, obviously not planning to give the Great Master from Qianbao Palace any chance.

"Tips for carving insects."

Hua Yiran said indifferently, his five fingers stretched out from his sleeves and turned into five sky-holding divine swords, the endless sword intent erupted from his five fingers, piercing through the sky and earth, directly smashing all the eight rivers of blood above the sky , the well-known eight blood river techniques are simply vulnerable.

Xue Xiao's body shook, and he backed up a thousand feet suddenly, his eyes full of horror.His robe was torn to pieces by the invisible sword aura, and he was in a state of embarrassment; a sword aura even broke through his protective defenses and penetrated directly into his body, continuously causing damage to his body. In the face of the indestructible sword intent, no matter how strong his strength is, there is nothing he can do.

"So strong!"

Senior Blood Owl sucked in a breath of cold air. Earlier, the Demon Heart Sage Monarch said that the Grand Master of Qianbao Palace was very strong, and he was not an ordinary Grand Master. He still didn't believe it, but now he finally believed it.

"Sword repair? Interesting."

Venerable Zhu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Hua Yiran with interest.In the wild world, sword cultivators are a very powerful type of monks. They practice swordsmanship wholeheartedly, integrate all their energy into sword intent, and finally transform their skills into Taoism, making them invincible with every move.

All accomplished sword cultivators are extremely terrifying, usually far stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same realm.

The Grand Master of Qianbao Palace turned out to be a sword cultivator, no wonder Lord Shengjun paid so much attention to it.

"What about the sword cultivator, there are more than one sword masters who have been defeated by me. Where the star master is, the sword master avoids it."

Zhu Xing said indifferently, with a boundless arrogance that ignores the world between his brows.

"Oh! You are quite confident. Of all the sword masters in the world, there is only one who is qualified to be called the sword master. Although Hua is confident, he dare not call himself the sword master, but it is more than enough to kill you."

Hua Yiran said indifferently, in his eyes, the title of Sword Master is an extremely noble term, not those so-called sword masters are qualified to be called Sword Master.

Sword Lord!Be the number one swordsman under the saint.

"Kill me? Old man, you probably don't know who I am." Zhu Xing smiled coldly, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain.

"This old man is not interested in knowing who you are, so the four of you should attack together. Don't waste time. After killing you, this old man has to hurry back and continue to learn the way of swordsmanship."

The kendo taught by the master is so broad and profound that it is unparalleled in the world, and it has opened an unprecedented door for him.That door is the door leading to the way of the real Juggernaut. He never thought that one day he would be so close to the way of the Juggernaut, and the flame that had been extinguished in his heart would burn blazingly again.

He no longer has any interest in wasting time on the four great lords, taking advantage of the inspiration that his master passed on to him has not completely dissipated, he has to rush back to continue his meditation after killing people.

The four great lords, including Zhu Xing, did not expect Hua Yiran to be so arrogant, and they didn't take them seriously at all.

"Old man, since you are looking for death..."

Master Zhu Xing couldn't bear it, and decided to personally take action to stamp out the arrogant enemy in front of him.

However, before he finished speaking, Hua Yiran had already made a move.

A bright green lotus suddenly appeared above the void, that green lotus was delicate and lifelike, with crystal dewdrops hanging on it, it seemed that it was really a delicate lotus emerging from the water.

As soon as this green lotus appeared, the entire sky suddenly became silent in all directions, everything was still, and the void was solidified, only the green lotus was slowly rotating.

"Not good! Hurry up!"

Zhu Xing's body froze, his pupils dilated, and he looked at the many green lotus in panic, as if seeing some peerless monster.

An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged from the depths of his heart, and that feeling was indescribable. After so many years of cultivation, it was the first time he felt that death was so close to him, as if the god of death was already waving to him.

Not only Master Zhu Xing, but also the other three Great Masters.

The most terrible power in the world is the power of the mind, and the most terrible pressure is also the pressure in the mind.

The four peerless great lords felt the fear of death almost at the same moment, without any reason.

That green lotus looked ordinary and had nothing special at all, but the fear deep in her heart could not be suppressed at all.

None of the Great Seniors had ever experienced such a weird thing.

escape!
Almost without any hesitation, he turned and fled.

However, when they were about to escape, the four Great Seniors suddenly realized that their bodies had been frozen in the void, unable to move at all.No matter how many thoughts are in the mind, thousands of turns, but the body just doesn't obey the command.

When Qinglian rotated to the ninth circle, a bright blue light burst out suddenly, covering the world, and the whole world lost its voice instantly, leaving only an endless blue brilliance in the pupils.

"No!"

Venerable Zhu Xing yelled in horror and kept struggling.Bathed in the blue light, he felt that his body was melting, his blood and wildness were also melting, and even his soul was melting.

The blood and physique of the demon god, which he once regarded as proud, are now as fragile as a piece of paper.

He struggled with heart, but in the end there was only despair.

(End of this chapter)