Cultivating immortals and destroying the world is their duty

Chapter 74 The End of Alien Church
However, although these aliens look ugly, they are not a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and have no sense of loyalty. Flapping their dark wings, like ghosts in the dark night, they rushed towards Dongli and the three of them.

At the same time, a dazzling triangular formation immediately flashed under the feet of the three of them, and several looming boa constrictors shuttled between them, as if they deliberately chose Jasmine, who was the weakest among them, and tightened their thick legs at once. Body, by the time Jasmine felt the suffocating sense of restraint coming from her whole body, she was already unable to move, and she couldn't even open her mouth to shout.

And those strange-shaped monsters who retreated into the alleyway in the backyard before did not know when they scattered to the periphery, so that even Dongli and Qingyue didn't notice it for a moment just now. Sure enough, the power of the dark system brought them a huge improvement .

However, Dongli didn't think the power of the dark system they got was any great. He shook his hands in self-deprecating, feeling that since he came to the underworld, everything was indeed too childish and loose.

"Hmph, it's just a mob..."

Dongli snorted coldly, and shook his palms towards the ground. Suddenly, the entire ground of the Lonely Soul Center began to shake violently, shaking the bat monsters in mid-air. It seemed that the irregular sound affected their flight. The trajectory made them look like a group of headless flies. Qingyue raised his hand and hit the giant pythons entangled with Jasmine. The little snake, which was only as thick as a finger, fled in all directions in a panic.

Those alien monsters all turned their attention to the lion-headed monster kneeling on the ground at this time, and saw countless horrifying cracks appearing from his feet, scaring him so much that he dared not move even a single step. The cracks were deep and shallow. There are thick and thin, extending radially to all directions, and under Dongli's empty fingers, a blood-colored long sword with an almost transparent blade is gradually appearing.

"Hehe, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, Dong Li, you are exaggerating..."

Of course Qingyue recognized that sword, it was the blood-soaked sword that had been accompanied by Dongli for hundreds of thousands of years, and the cultivation level of the sword spirit alone surpassed many gods and righteous gods in the world.

All the gods and gods used to call him Huang Xia, but they didn't know that Huang Xia was actually the name he gave to the blood sword.

The gods of the first generation were all born by gathering the power of creation and new life. They were born free from the five elements and samsara, and were nourished by the treasures of heaven and earth.

Therefore, this ancient divine sword, which has been trampled by Dongli in Xianling Mountain, can only perform the low-level fairy art of flying with a sword, and only uses a negligible bit of sharp sword energy to kill those who have seen it. Both eyes were blinded.

Is really blind.

Those guys didn't even feel a little bit of pain, until they found that their muscles and bones were shattered at the same time, and they were all limp on the ground.

The lion-headed monster opened its fish-like eyes and muttered in disbelief: "Impossible... Impossible..."

Not only him, but also all the aliens scattered around, all of them looked like piles of limp fur and meat, and some even had the lower half of their faces sunk in their necks, and they would do as much as they wanted to. Not anymore.

Dong Li lightly stroked the hilt of the sword, and touched the simple and unadorned fringe hanging down by Yingying. Suddenly, he felt sore, and he murmured: "Huang Xia, restrain yourself, we haven't found her yet... ..."

This "she", even he himself didn't know which "she" it was.

Is it the Nanshan who haunts him all day long with ghosts and ghosts in Xianling Mountain?

... Or that Kun Xi who once watched the tide rise and fall, the sun waxing and the moon waxing and waning with him on the false island?
"Hey, Dongli, why are you standing there? Are you still looking for Nanshan! Come with me to the backyard and have a look, in case the one behind is an old bone, if you can't stand your sword spirit, you will die soon , so what to do..."

Qingyue waved the white silk in his sleeve at Dongli's eyes from a distance, and now the sword beside Dongli was so fierce that even Qingyue didn't dare to approach it easily.

This is still the silent form of Dongli's untie the banning formation on the sword. Qingyue dare not recall back then. The horrifying sight that can make the sky and the earth a blood mist and red frost when the energy surges is still haunting him like a midnight nightmare.

Only then did Dongli come to his senses, and he stopped paying attention to those alien monsters who were on the verge of extinction. He nodded to Jasmine, who was also stunned, and raised his hand to put away his unfinished and wanting to release his own energy. Jian, hurried to the backyard.

Almost all the houses in the backyard collapsed into ruins. Outside a wing with a slightly more beautiful appearance, a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face was wriggling on the ground in pain.

If Nanshan was standing here at this moment, he would point to his nose loudly and shout to Dongli: "It's him! It's him who conspired with a group of alien monsters to tie me up! This inexplicable bad old man! Senior brother! Help me beat him!" "

It's just that Nanshan is still missing. Dongli stepped on the ruins and walked to the middle-aged man, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the leader of the Abnormal Hall...?"

"Heh..." The middle-aged man chuckled, a mouthful of blood foamed from his throat, he spat on the ground, raised his head with difficulty and said, "I heard what you said in the front yard... The Lion King answered well , I have tied up too many girls, heh, heh heh, the one you are looking for may not be the one you want to see..."

"What did you say!" Qingyue followed in a few steps, and stepped on the middle-aged man's back, "Please tell me clearly! Where did you transfer Nanshan!"

The middle-aged man whose muscles and bones were all broken let out a scream of extreme pain, and the slightly sunken flesh on both sides of his cheeks trembled involuntarily, but he still showed a calm smile and said, "Who are you talking about, old man?" Where have I heard it...I want to find it...or I will be wiped out with me..."

As he said that, Dongli suddenly shrank his pupils, and hurriedly dragged Qingyue to jump back three times in a row. When he saw Jasmine approaching from a distance, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't come here yet!"

Before he finished speaking, a gloomy black air spread from the body of the limp middle-aged man on the ground, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything around him, and soon his body was absorbed into it, and even a piece of fly ash disappeared , and then all the large and small bricks, tiles, and even the half-dead bodies of the aliens in the front yard are slowly approaching this black hole.

Dongli immediately condensed a ball of light in his hand, turned his hand and threw it at Jasmine, while he and Qingyue looked at each other, jumped up, the ball of light wrapped Jasmine and rose into the air, the three of them stood in the air, silently looking at their feet This originally relatively barren area was gradually eaten away by the black hole. In the end, the black air became thicker and thicker, but its range gradually became smaller, until it became a black spot of light, which quietly dissipated in the dark wind of the underworld. middle.

Everything, as if it never existed.

At this moment in the lower world, Zhaotai's heart moved slightly. He raised his eyes and looked out the window, but all he saw was the dark night sky—a night sky without any stars.

As soon as he stepped into the prison department, he got a very bad news. Lu Hua, the soul master of Wanhun Pagoda, committed suicide in fear of crime.

Seeing Lu Hua's body turning into ashes little by little, Zhaotai could only use his last sliver of rationality to suppress the mania and anger in his heart.The corners of his eyes swept across the regrettable Shang Shuguan Qin Shi beside him, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the chief prison officer who was striding in from the outside, and he clenched his teeth fiercely.

"Which one of them...is it? Or are they both involved?" Zhaotai thought to himself, and walked away without saying a word. From the perspective of others, Zhaotai's His complexion hasn't changed much, and his back looks as calm as ever.

(End of this chapter)