Perfect world battle blood stained nine days

A black paper boat drifts down from the Primordial Gate.

Shi Zhan watched silently.

The ship has great karma, but he really doesn't understand why Master Sly's dagger can absorb the power of the nether world on the black ship.

The power attached to the black ship is not something that people of Master Gui's level can contend with.

boom!
The next moment, he moved, abandoned the canoe under his feet, and Shi Zhan stepped onto the drifting paper boat.

"I'm invited, please take me to that plane!"

The secret of the paper boat is that ruthless people spill blood origami, and invite peerless geniuses from different time and space to fight against the enemy together.

The Tianjiao here is not an ordinary Tianjiao, but a figure at the level of the Immortal Emperor.

It's just that there are many ships, or all the ships are polluted, lose their spirituality, and fall into different time and space. In the perfect world, they become weak ghost ships.

Paper boats, like shining pulsars in the starry sky, like bright lighthouses by the sea, provide guidance for those arrogance like Brother Digu.

This is the second time the empress has made a request to the outside world in her life.

Once, I begged my brother not to leave.

Once, it was to ask the emperors of the heavens to fight.

Uh...

On the boat, there was a mournful sound.

That is the sad song of the times, the plateau has ruined one era after another, even though the empress is magnificent, she can only shed blood, and there is only one dog left among her companions, lingering on her last breath.

How hopeless is this...

There are thousands of races in the vast sea of ​​stars, but none of them can stand out.

The paper boat whimpered, feeling the thoughts in Shi Zhan's heart, and wisps of inexplicable energy flowed out, winding around Shi Zhan's arms.

puff……

The black boat, like burning paper in the wind, trembled slightly and turned into flying ash...

"Ugh……"

Shi Zhan sighed softly, looking at the huge original gate, feeling endlessly sad in his heart.

After a long time, he rented another black paper boat, traveled thousands of miles across the sea, and came to a small island.

Kunpeng's nest, forming a world, is in the middle of this small island with a radius of [-] li.

On a precipitous cliff standing tall and majestic, there is a kunpeng nest exuding chaotic energy, with hazy energy.

Around, the monks rushed towards here like a torrent without stopping. Shi Zhan landed and followed the torrent into the Kunpeng's nest on the cliff.

The precious light is soaring into the sky, and the spiritual things are dense.

Kunpeng's nest is a world of its own, filled with elixir and treasures scattered on the ground by Kunpeng.

Boom boom boom!
Once inside, the sounds of battle came from various directions.

In endless chaotic battles, everyone is fighting for treasures.

Shi Zhan also made a move. He took a fancy to a strange treasure, which was a dreamlike herb, which resonated with the jellyfish heart he had just refined.

"Go away, this is the uncle's property, everyone who doesn't have eyes, get out!"

This colorful medicine is now tightly held by a man covered in blood, and on his back is a beautiful woman with a weak breath.

He is very strong and has the peak of spiritual transformation, but he has been besieged by too many people, some for treasures, and some for other things.

He was already like an exhausted lion king, surrounded by wolves, he could only growl.

"Brother, you are really irrational to bring your sister to make a copy." Shi Zhan silently retreated behind him, hiding his figure, so as not to make himself too conspicuous.

"Ba Dao Hou, next year today is your memorial day!"

There was a shout, and a figure appeared like lightning, attacking the bloody middle-aged man with a sharp knife.

"Great Wilderness Loose Cultivator, Ghost Saber Waiting!"

People exclaimed, recognizing the origin of this person.

"It is rumored that the two of them once studied under the same person..."

"Junior brother, I knew you would come!" Ba Daohou's face darkened.

"puff!"

Ghost Sword Hou's body is like lightning, and a chrysanthemum knife in his hand directly pierces the target's divine body.

"Send you on your way!" He caught the falling colorful fantasy flower and smiled coldly.

puff!
Ba Daohou fell down, together with the woman on his back.

The eyes of the two intertwined, and the strong emotions were entangled with each other.

"It's enough to have you in this life!" Ba Dao spit out a few words and closed his eyes.

"Brother, I also..." The beautiful woman also closed her eyes.

boom!
The two exploded into a rain of blood.

Guidaohou looked at the blood rain, bitterness flashed across the corner of his mouth, and then turned into indifference.

At this moment, his expression, like his knife, is strange and cold.

"Sly Dao Hou, for this Seven Fantasy Flower, you actually killed your fellow disciple!" A monk who saw it shouted angrily.

"You are not as good as a beast, I want to do justice for the sky, Ba Daohou and I are best friends, I want to avenge Ba Daohou, take my life!"

In the crowd, a sharp knife light erupted.

"Hehe, if you want this divine medicine of the primordial spirit, just say so, why bother to raise the banner of righteousness!" Guidaohou said indifferently.

The next moment, his figure was blurred, and a knife light crossed the position where he stood before.

"Seven Fantasy Flowers are the magical medicine to enhance the power of the primordial spirit, and the profound meaning of the array is bred in it. What are you waiting for, do it!"

From an unknown place, furtive voices sounded, and it was unknown who was instigating and colluding.

boom!
One person made a move, and then, a second person made a move...

In an instant, this place was overwhelmed by indiscriminate saturation attacks, and the treasure technique was like a rain of bullets, submerging this place.

In the crowd, Shi Zhan followed suit, playing a sword technique that he had comprehended.

The sharp light of the sword was hidden in the magnificent torrent of treasure techniques, and dozens of big masters of the spirit transformation attacked together. This kind of power was almost unstoppable.

"Sly Daohou, hand over the Seven Huanhua!"

More and more people gathered here, including the losers who competed for the treasure nearby, the treasure hunters who came from afar empty-handed, and some who wanted to get the treasure again.

"The Kunpeng method is inside, and you are all gathered here for a seven magic flower!" Gui Daohou was furious, he lost the demeanor he had when he killed his brother with a single knife, and fled frantically in the siege of many monks.

"Kunpeng method? Hehe, is that something we can get our hands on? People have self-knowledge!" In the crowd, an old monk sneered and delivered a very spicy blow.

A ray of brilliance pierced through the space, and instantly hit the shoulder of Gui Daohou, blasting out a transparent blood hole from front to back.

"These seven magic flowers are related to the secret of breaking through to the formation. Compared with the Kunpeng method, fellow Taoists and I prefer to be more realistic!"

"Fellow Daoist is right! I think so too!"

Many monks seconded their proposals one after another.

"Hahahaha! It seems that I am going to die here today!" The sly knife who was fleeing in front of him was careless for a while, and was attacked by several treasures, and his body was smashed.

"If I can't get it, you can't even think about it!" He laughed loudly, and stuffed the Seven Huan Hua into his mouth.

"Sly Dao Hou, what can you do! You are reckless!"

The monks were furious and watched helplessly as the treasure was gobbled up by the crafty knife master.

"Ah, the old man's road to becoming king!"

"Sly knife, die for me!"