Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 121 There are waves again 【Please subscribe! 】

"Whoever you are, you have to wade into this muddy water."

Lu Jianqiu took a step back and stood behind the bloody corpse.

The origin of this white robe is unknown, his strength is unknown, and he does not know how long he has been dormant here. Now he cannot use force and can only rely on the blood corpse of King Kong.

"This person has an aura that I hate. He should be a Confucian monk."

Cheng Xiangling frowned slightly.

The vajra blood corpse inherited the sharp aura of the pure-blooded vajra, and she smelled an aura that disgusted her from the blood aura in the white clothes. Looking at the way the white clothes were dressed, she deduced that the white clothes were a Confucian monk.

Blood energy is the foundation of human beings, as long as the blood is flowing, there will be breath overflowing, Yan Ping can't completely restrain the blood energy in his body for the time being, unless he really enters the pure blood diamond state one day.

The pure blood King Kong's control over his own blood energy has reached the extreme level. If a pure blood King Kong completely restrains his blood energy, he is like a dead object. Even if he stands in front of you, you can't feel his existence.

Even transforming gods and celestial beings can't do it, only the monks who refine the void can perceive through the method of space.

Therefore, there are only cases in history where a deity and a celestial being were assassinated by a pure-blooded King Kong in close quarters, and there were more than one cases.

In the end, when the gods and gods traveled abroad, they had to put on several magic robes to prevent being attacked by the pure-blooded King Kong.

The other is the induction between Pure Blood King Kong and Pure Blood King Kong.

"Confucian monk!"

Lu Jianqiu was slightly startled, suddenly thought of something, and exclaimed, "You are the one who taught the white fox Confucianism!"

"Yes."

Yan Ping said coldly, it was this guy who kidnapped the white fox, causing him to chase it for half a year. If he hadn't brought Xiao Cailin with him, he would have almost lost it.

If this person is not killed, it is difficult to solve his depression.

But right now, the main opponent is not him, but the blood corpse in front of him.

He wasn't just being bored and talking nonsense with others, but he was targeting himself to attract the attention of the Vajra Blood Corpse and those Nascent Soul cultivators.Secretly and quietly arranged 72 ground evil sword formations.

This time it is the real 72 Disha Sword Formation. After the return of the three mutton fat jade flying swords lent to Ji Huaishu, they have been re-sacrificed by Yan Ping, and their rank has also been improved, becoming a top-grade spiritual weapon.

In fact, after recognizing the identity of King Kong's blood corpse, Yan Ping had already started to arrange the sword array.

However, the Vajra Blood Corpse was too strong, and those Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help fighting. Before the sword array was set up, everyone died.

At this time, 72 mutton fat jade flying swords were traveling underground, most of them found the place of Disha, and there were still [-] flying swords that did not return to their places.

"Master."

Baihu cried, he wanted to bear it, he didn't want to cry in front of his master.But as soon as he saw his wife, whom he hadn't seen for many years, his defense was instantly broken.

All the grievances accumulated in my heart seemed to have found an outlet, and began to flow out, and then it was out of control.

Yan Ping nodded at Baihu, turned to look at Lu Jianqiu, and said, "I'll give you a chance to let my student go, and I'll pretend that none of this happened."

Lu Jianqiu smiled and finally felt relieved.

Although he couldn't tell what the cultivation level of the person in front of him was, if he had the confidence to exterminate them, he would have done it long ago, so how could he play tricks here.

Lu Jianqiu said: "Haoran Wenhu is rare in the world. Since I have found it, I will not give up. If you have the ability, come and get it."

The last mutton fat jade flying sword returned to its place, and the formation of 72 earth evil swords was completed!
Yan Ping stopped talking nonsense and raised his hands.

"嗤~", "嗤~", "嗤~", the ground cracked, earth and rocks splashed, and suet jade-colored beams of sword energy shot up into the sky, a total of 72 beams of light, turbulent wind and clouds, intertwined into a huge The enchantment enveloped King Kong's blood corpse and others.

"Suet fat jade color is magnificent!"

Cheng Xiangling's complexion changed drastically, and Lu Jianqiu's complexion was not much better either.

The champion of literary mind with suet jade literary courage, no, more than that, this person is so confident, at least he is a scholar of literary soul.

A Bachelor of Culture and Soul with suet jade gallbladder.

And I don't know when a suet jade sword array was set up.

This Nima...

Looking at the golden talismans soaring into the sky, Lu Jianqiu knew that Cheng Xiangling might not be able to support this Confucian cultivator.

Suppressing evil talismans, killing evil talismans, swept towards them like a long dragon.

"Get out of here!"

Cheng Xiangling's fist vibrated and shattered a large piece of golden talisman. It is a pity that the 72 earth evil sword formations absorb the power of earth evil and turn them into sword energy. There will never be a lack of energy, and it can run for a long time.

One piece of the golden talisman was shattered, and three or four pieces were formed. Cheng Xiangling's destruction speed was far behind the formation speed of the golden talisman.

Lu Jianqiu smiled wryly, he will surely die today.

However, it is impossible for Haoran Wenhu to let this person take him back.

"Fang Yuan, I'll hold Bai Yi, you take Haoran White Fox and Concubine Kang Wang to the capital to find the national teacher."

"Master, you..."

"Come on."

As Lu Jianqiu spoke, he rushed towards the white robe, he was not suppressing the sword energy in his body, his true energy surged out, and turned into a Tai Chi yin and yang fish covering the white robe.

Stop Bai Yi's way.

Sword Qi gushed out from all parts of his body. After Lu Jianqiu tried his best to perform this move, he was smashed into powder by the sword Qi. Even the Nascent Soul couldn't escape, and died immediately.

Yan Ping didn't expect that this person would be so willing to spare his life. When Yan Ping noticed the last move of a cultivator at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul, it was too late, and the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish had already wrapped him up and fixed him in place.

The whole person seemed to have been cast a body-holding technique, and he couldn't move at all.

Yan Ping snorted coldly, his punching intent shook, he broke free from his body in an instant, and then punched out, the matchless fist smashed on the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish, causing countless ripples.

Yan Ping kept punching, eight punches delivered a critical blow, and not long after, the Tai Chi Yin Yang Fish was pierced through, and a big hole appeared, and the next moment, it fell apart and completely shattered.

Yan Ping got out of trouble and flew towards the ferry immediately.

But still a step too late.

A void passage on the ferry had been constructed, and the mountain tortoise wailed and screamed as its flesh and blood melted, exposing deep bones. The [-] soldiers on board, except for the two Nascent Soul generals, were all reduced to flesh.

The void channel absorbs blood energy as power and keeps growing.

Then it disappears with a bang.

Over a lake that is only two mansions away from Dafeng Capital, a void passage suddenly appeared, and White Fox, Concubine De, King Kang and two Nascent Soul Lords walked out.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, why are you doing this!"

Concubine De burst into tears, she never expected such a result.

"Empress Concubine De, this is not the time to cry. We must go to the capital immediately to find the national teacher, and that person will definitely chase him to the capital. Only the national teacher can take action to avenge the master."

Yan Ping sighed inwardly as he watched the ferry boat disintegrate and fall.

The larger the channel, the farther the transmission distance will be.

The white fox must have already arrived at the capital of Dafeng, even if he hadn't arrived, it was not far from the capital.

[-] soldiers and a [-]-foot-long mountain shaking turtle died just like that.

These monks are ruthless, really ruthless!
Yan Ping was refreshed once again.

"Forgive your life, spare your life!"

Yan Ping lowered his head to look at the forest below, and saw the bloody corpse of Vajra lying on the ground, covered with dense golden talismans.

Every time a golden talisman was annihilated, a piece of flesh and blood on her body turned into toner and sprinkled.

Yan Ping flew down, directly revealing the vision of literary movement.

Cheng Xiangling's eyes widened, and she was inexplicably shocked.

"You, you are actually a saint, a saint..."

Under the golden light, the golden evil-killing talisman seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and its power increased greatly. As a result, Cheng Xiangling's flesh and blood carbonized faster.

In less than three breaths, there is no fragrance in the world, only a pile of toner is left, and when the mountain wind blows, it falls to the mountains and nourishes the earth.

(End of this chapter)