Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

The Gorefiend Dafa is a very difficult skill to cultivate, and it requires a lot of time and energy.

After Jue Crane ascended to the third heaven, he seized his consciousness and began to study this method.

The purpose of his practice of this method is to create the Demon Blade.

In the battle in the elven world, Jue He was very unconvinced. He felt that the reason why he was defeated was because his magic weapon, Wind Breathing God Tears, was a grade lower than Xuanyuan Yu's Wang Tian.

The Demon Realm only needs one master.

Paradoxically, only one master is needed.

That is his decision.

The true essence of the Gorefiend Dafa lies in polluting the artifact, tampering with the memory of the artifact, manipulating the spirit of the artifact, and making it change hands.

Especially when Juehe learned that Ling Luo used the Sun Temple to open a hole in the barrier passage from the second heaven to the third heaven, he became more determined to seize Huangtian.

Not for anything else.

Just thousands of years ago, he had seen with his own eyes how the dark monarch broke through the nine heavens layer by layer with this magical weapon of the demon world.

Heavenly.

Has the power to split the sky.

In front of God, he is extremely arrogant.

"Xuanyuan Yu, just stand aside and watch carefully, how the deity used your magic knife to shatter the sky, and how to take your wife away."

Juehe was very proud.

An almost weird smile appeared on his extremely handsome face.

He was so happy.

The knot in his heart that has been depressed for more than 3000 years is about to be untied.

He will embrace the beauty, and then let the enemy crawl and howl unwillingly on the dirty ground like a humble reptile.

Just thinking about that scene makes him tremble with excitement.

Jue He holds Wang Tian in his hand, and raised his head, his eyes burst into a frenzied look, and the edge of his thin lips drew a sinister arc.

"Xiao Luo, wait for me."

"Decisive Crane!"

Xuanyuan Yu supported the boulder, and the blood from the corner of his lips dripped down uncontrollably, like beads with a broken thread.

He gritted his silver teeth, and recited the name that he hated so much.

"Your opponent is me."

He braced his shattered body and walked towards the enemy again.

"You are not allowed to touch Wang Tian, ​​let alone Luo'er!"

His voice was obviously weak, but it carried a terrifying power.

"No?"

Jue He turned his head, looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a look that was almost joking, and said with a smile, "What qualifications do you have to deny it? Waste."

After finishing speaking, he waved his magic knife.

Above the sky, a ten thousand zhang blood light was born, and it slashed heavily towards Xuanyuan Yu's direction!

"Boom—"

The blood light cut straight into Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder, and the blood splashed three points into the bone.

Wang Tian didn't realize it.

It has lost itself, and it has forgotten who its original owner is.

Xuanyuan Yu's body fell heavily into the soil again, soaked in blood, lying on the ground, his limbs trembled, and then stopped moving.

Although Huang Quan's cultivation base is very high, he is hard to beat with two fists and four hands. He is still tightly entangled by those hundreds of evil cultivators, and he has no skills at all.

Jue He let out a cold snort, and there was a very disdainful arc on the edge of his cold thin lips.

Then, behind him, the bone wings spread out, which was five or six feet wide, and the blood-colored devilish energy was chilling.

With a shake of the bone wings, Jue Crane flew towards the barrier between the Second Heaven and the Third Heaven.

Finally, at a distance of three feet from the spire of the Temple of the Sun, it stopped.