Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 625 Death God Jiang Louyue!
"What have I become? This is how I am! How much do you think you know about me?!"

Di Jiuchen's mood was extremely irritable, and the black magic pupils unconsciously surged with dark devilish energy, which was completely uncontrollable. After a while, the whole wooden house became dark, full of devilish energy.

Sheng Ying was trembling with fright.

too strong.

It's just a demon.

When Di Jiuchen was emotionally broken, the three thousand evil skulls behind him had black hair and no wind, and their eyes emitted a dark light, which was terrifying and suffocating.

In this way, Sheng Ying has an illusion that he is stronger than his father Sheng Yang!

"Go away! You shameless woman who undresses in public!"

With a wave of Di Jiuchen's palm, the dark air surged like a candle dragon, and instantly pushed Sheng Ying's body to the outermost side.

Sheng Ying fell straight out.

He fell into the spiritual field, got covered in mud, and accidentally bumped into the spiritual horned rhinoceros tied to the spiritual field by Jiang Louyue.

The rhinoceros screamed, jumped on all fours, and pointed the horn on its head in the direction of Sheng Ying.

Sheng Ying didn't have time to dodge at all, and was directly ejected. When he landed again, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

"shameless?"

Sheng Ying stretched out a hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her backhand, her beautiful eyes were full of unwillingness, she looked towards the direction of the wooden house, "If it wasn't for that bitch Jiang Louyue, would I have been undressed in public? She died, you have to be responsible to me!"

Jiang Louyue was in the dark, calling out strange flowers.

This woman's brain circuit has reached the peak, it is hopeless!
"Hmph, tonight is the last night. When tomorrow, the seventh peak is leveled, you have to go back to the first peak with me." Sheng Ying stood up in a little embarrassment and patted off the dirt on her body, like a rascal. , sat down on the big rock outside the wooden house, and did not leave.

Jiang Louyue's eyes twitched: "..."

She originally wanted to go in and reunite with her senior brother, but now that such a big door god is here, it is inconvenient.

She was angry.

Mad, brother, your peach blossoms are too prosperous!
Just like that, Jiang Louyue turned around and left, went to find a comfortable branch anywhere on the seventh peak mountain, lay down and rested for the night.

Three months of crazy practice, almost without sleep, after returning to the seventh peak, I felt at home after a long absence, and fell into a deep sleep without knowing it, and woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun.

To be precise, she was awakened by the surging sound of killing.

The sound of clashing weapons and huge fluctuations of spiritual power, like heat waves, radiated out in circles, shaking the entire Seventh Peak.

"Broken, I've slept, and there's already a fight over there!"

Jiang Louyue jumped up from the branch with a jolt, pressed the golden bracelet on her hand, and the surface of her body was quickly covered with a golden film, and pressed the button on the right, covering her entire head.

She stepped on the air to control the wind, and quickly rushed towards the peak of the seventh peak.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the door of the seventh hall, he saw a sea of ​​people and blood and rain.

The disciples from the first peak to the sixth peak, at least tens of thousands of people, surrounded the entire seventh hall, and even took off the plaque of the seventh peak, fell to the ground and trampled it to pieces.

Li Sanqian and Fatty Zhou were furious.

Leading the few hundred remaining disciples of the seventh peak, they resisted stubbornly.

Hundreds of people are no match for 1 people. When Jiang Louyue arrived, they had retreated into a small circle, with tens of thousands of swords pointed at them, ready to kill them on the spot.

"Kill all the remnants of the Seventh Peak!"

Sheng Ying stood at the front, holding up a four-foot long sword, her eyebrows were full of madness, and her thin lips evoked a cold arc, "Pass the secret order of the head, not one!"

Qing Ming and Qing Yu also helped, shouting: "Put down the remnants of the Seventh Peak!"

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes dimmed.

Dare to kill her brother?
The remaining hundreds of people were almost all cultivated by her when she was at the Seventh Peak, so she was so loyal and would never turn against them in the face of adversity!

The mental power was instantly concentrated, and the eight golden flying blades around the waist shot out instantly.

Brush brush.

Just saw the long swords in the hands of Sheng Ying, Qing Ming, and Qing Yu, which were instantly broken, and fell to the ground with a "smack".

"go with!"

Three months of intensive training, not only in martial arts, but even as a spiritual teacher, Jiang Louyue is no longer the same.

The eight flying blades were outside the closest circle to the brothers on the Seventh Peak, protecting them airtight. The golden light flashed, and the blades were sharp, cutting through the enemies closest to them one by one.

Brush, arm broken, blood spattered three feet.

Brush, penetrate chest, bone break.

Brush, swipe across throat, breath cut off.

Obviously there are only eight flying blades, but because the speed is too fast, in the eyes of these people, it seems that there are [-], or even [-]!
Cry all over the place.

The mournful sound was like a tide.

I saw the besieged disciples from the first peak to the sixth peak besieged, just like radish heads, fell to the ground with a crash, one hundred, five hundred, one thousand...

In the eyes of tens of thousands of Tiandaomen disciples, panic appeared.

"what is that?"

"Has the god of death come?"

"No! It's the flying blade of the spiritual master!"

"Seventh Peak still has a Psychiatrist?" Finally, someone let out a sharp scream.

"Could it be Jiang Louyue's ghost seeking revenge?!"

The sound of panic continued, and the massacre of the eight golden flying blades did not end.

One thousand five hundred!

Two thousand!
The top of the seventh peak turned into a bloody Shura field.

Death appeared!
Is a golden body of death!

Sheng Ying widened her eyes in horror, and saw a golden figure gradually emerging from the bloody darkness.The golden flying blade stopped the slaughter and flew back to the golden body of Death God, floating.

"You are..." Sheng Ying's face was pale and her voice trembled.

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes dimmed, and her eyes instantly locked on Sheng Ying. Like lightning, she leaned forward in an instant, stretched out a finger, and pressed Sheng Ying's forehead.

Sheng Ying felt an extremely terrifying mental pressure.

Unable to resist.

Instinctively driven by fear from the depths of her soul, her knees gave way, and Jiang Louyue pressed her forehead between her brows and knelt down.

"From today on, you are my slave."

Jiang Louyue's voice was like a breeze, swaying gently, but with an undeniable air of a king.

She used the soul lock technique and injected extremely powerful spiritual power into the pineal gland between Sheng Ying's eyebrows.Sheng Ying's body convulsed, and she felt a kind of plunder.

The soul is stripped.

The spirit no longer belongs to itself.

Sheng Ying's soul was imprinted with the mark of surrender that belonged exclusively to Jiang Louyue.

"See master."

Sheng Ying's pupils lost focus, and she had a pious attitude. She kowtowed to Jiang Louyue three times in a row, "What orders does the master have? Although you can order the slaves."

(End of this chapter)