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The dead are gone.

Nanzhou Demon Cave!

Ten thousand demons roared, shaking the earth.

"Blood-handed Guanyin was killed?"

"How is that possible!"

"Li Ci... I want you dead!"

In the unfathomable Demon Cave, roars came one after another, murderous aura was boiling, and demonic aura was soaring.

Li Ci had ruined their good deeds again and again, and they could no longer bear it.

Li Ci must pay a heavy price.

...

"He ran away again?"

"He clearly felt that I was approaching him, and he kept avoiding me. What did he mean?"

Mingyue Jianxi came to the Demon Spirit Island and learned that Li Ci had left, and her red lips trembled slightly.

Li Ci did it on purpose, right?

Mingyue was somewhat angry when she saw him.

What does it mean to avoid him?

You know, she came all the way to find Li Ci.

She was humble and took on the huge pressure from her family.

Li Ci avoided her again and again, which was really abominable.

"I'll see how long he runs away. I will find him no matter where he goes!"

Mingyue clenched her fist and gritted her teeth.

"Miss, go quickly, they are coming again!"

The maid screamed!

...

Outside the Demon Spirit Island!

The young man in white came with the Infinite Blood Sword, his sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and his murderous intent was like fire, burning.

"Are you so afraid of me?"

"You ran away when you knew I was coming?"

The young man in white sneered.

With a finger, the Infinite Blood Sword pierced through his body, and the sword energy opened the sky.

The Infinite Blood Swords overlapped each other to form a large blood sword.

The huge blood sword was unstoppable, and the supreme sword power was overwhelming.

The white-clothed boy moved his finger, and the huge blood sword fell with a bang.

The surging sea surface was cut open by an unfathomable sword wound, which could not heal for a long time.

The white-clothed boy grabbed the blood sword with his palm, and the sword rang endlessly.

"You can't escape!"

"The blood moon sword formation is all mine!"

The white-clothed boy shouted in a deep voice.

...

"No, Lao Li, who are we going to kill?"

"Why is there so many formations on this island, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming? The owner of this island is extraordinary!"

The Divine Island is extraordinary, and everything you see is different, like a paradise.

Especially the sword marks and waste swords that can be seen everywhere on the island, which are enough to show that this island is not simple.

"The Sword God of the Divine Island, Hong Feifan!"

Li Ci said lightly.

Song Ping'an gritted his teeth and looked at Li Ci stiffly.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Fuck you, are you crazy?"

Song Ping'an shrank his neck.

He was one of the top talents in Nanzhou, but he was not so arrogant as to go after the Sword God of Shendao.

Li Ci looked calm and composed, as if he was saying something he didn't care about.

Song Ping'an thought about it and felt relieved.

Li Ci even killed a half-step human martial saint, so what was a top martial god?

Li Ci opened his hand, and the Demon-Suppressing Monument flew out, growing in the wind, like a mountain hanging in the air.

The black light was like the sun, and the pressure was supreme.

"This is the Demon-Suppressing Monument!"

Song Ping'an opened his mouth, full of surprise.

He could clearly feel the supreme suppressive power entangled on the Demon-Suppressing Monument.

"Old Li, can you give it to me?"

Song Ping'an swallowed his saliva, his eyes shining.

"Sure!"

Li Ci flicked his finger.

The Demon-Suppressing Monument fell from the sky, like an alien star, and slammed down on Song Ping'an.

His bald head was sweating and his body was stiff.

Under the terrifying suppressing power of the Demon-Suppressing Monument, Song Ping'an couldn't even control his own body.

His soul was shaken and he had no strength left.

The Demon-Suppressing Monument came to an abrupt stop, and right above Song Ping'an's head, the rumbling suppressing power fell like a waterfall.

Song Ping'an took a deep breath, panting, his whole body was stiff, and his soul was out of his body.

"Damn it, I'm going to pee!"

Song Ping'an's face was pale.

"Don't you want the Demon-Suppressing Monument?"

"Don't worry, I can control it freely and won't hurt you!"

Li Ci's mouth curled up.

"Go to hell, what if you slip?"

Song Ping'an wiped a pound of sweat from his bald head.

Li Ci smiled without saying a word, and moved his fingers again.

The Demon-Suppressing Monument emitted a shocking black light, and the suppressing power was everywhere.

Boom!

The monument fell like a star!

But it was blocked by the sword array protecting the island of God.

Ten thousand swords were flying, and the island of God was shaking.

Crack, crack, crack...

The sword array of protection made a cracking sound, and huge cracks appeared.

"Who!"

Someone shouted in the island of God.

I saw several figures flying out.

"Who is it?"

Hong Feifan, get out of here!"

Song Ping'an shouted.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are? Can you see our island master whenever you want?"

Song Ping'an smiled coldly.

"Little Leo, smash it!"

Li Ci rolled his eyes and moved his hands.

Boom!

The Demon-Suppressing Monument exerted its power, smashed the sword formation, and landed in the island.

The Divine Island was torn into pieces and shook constantly.

The people in it were killed on the spot and turned into ashes.

The Demon-Suppressing Monument stood tall, with invincible divine power, sweeping away everything in its path.

"Who! "

In the depths of the God Island, an old voice sounded.

A pressure that went straight up to the sky rolled out, crushing the ground and raising a thousand-foot high wave.

Endless sword energy rushed up to the sky with a figure.

This man had white hair and a white robe, like a hermit.

His eyes were shining, and there were terrifying sword shadows flashing.

The white-haired old man was a martial god, and he also looked like he was in the ninth heaven.

He was unfathomable and extraordinary.

"Great Protector!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"They can't escape. Once the Great Protector appears, even the island owner has to avoid him, not to mention these two ignorant things!"

The people of the God Island screamed, filled with righteous indignation, and wished they could tear the two men apart!

"What a coward, you dare to come to the God Island to make trouble? "

The white-haired old man moved his hand, and the sword energy flew, like a long river of sword energy, coming fiercely.

Li Ci spun his hand, and the Demon-Suppressing Monument emanated supreme pressure, instantly shattering the sword energy.

"What!"

"It's the Demon-Suppressing Monument!"

The white-haired old man was shocked, his face sank, and he couldn't believe it.

Li Ci's strength was beyond his imagination.

"Who are you?"

The white-haired old man looked serious, and his murderous intent burned.

"Li Ci! "

He grabbed the golden sword with his hand.

As soon as Li Ci's words came out, the white-haired old man widened his eyes, said nothing more, turned around and fled without hesitation.

The people on the island of gods looked at each other, speechless.

It was just a name.

The great protector actually ran away without looking back?

Is Li Ci so scary?

Yes!

The next second!

Li Ci flipped the golden sword in his hand and slashed it out!

The sword kills the gods!

The sword came out like a dragon, moving forward without hesitation, tearing through the layers of nothingness.

The white-haired old man wanted to escape, but he had no chance at all.

The moment Li Ci drew his sword, he was doomed to be beheaded.

As fast as lightning!

There was no place to escape!

The white-haired old man's head flew up, blood spilling into the sky.

Cut it with one sword!

The sword was so fierce that it was impossible to stop it.

Song Ping'an was stunned and glanced at Li Ci as if he had seen a ghost.

It hadn't been five days since they separated, had it?

Why did it feel like Li Ci had become stronger again?

What on earth had this guy taken?

"Hong Feifan, come out and die!"

Song Ping'an shouted.

His bullying attitude was fully revealed by him.

"The island owner is not here, he seems to have gone to Qingzhou!"

Someone said tremblingly.

"Going to Qingzhou? "

Li Ci frowned.

Did Hong Feifan escape to Qingzhou?

With a flick of his hand, the Demon-Suppressing Monument flew up into the sky and fell down again.

The already broken island of God was broken into pieces again.

"Tell Hong Feifan that the person who destroyed his island of God and killed his great protector was Li Ci. If you have the guts, come find him. Don't be a coward!"

Song Ping'an said, patting his chest.

Li Ci: "..."

The two turned around and left, heading for Yanglong Temple.

Half a day later!

Hong Feifan came back.

Seeing the broken island of God, Hong Feifan was so angry that smoke came out of his head.

"Li Ci...you are so bold that you dare to come to me!"

Hong Feifan gritted his teeth, his hands and feet trembling.

"Yanglong Temple, right!"

"Let's go to Yanglong Temple now! "

Hong Feifan was furious. He was the Sword God of Shendao, but his home was robbed.

Would he have the face to tell others about it?

He heard that Yanglong Temple was planning something big recently. Li Ci and the people from Yanglong Temple should have gone to Yanglong Temple.

"I promise, he must be in Yanglong Temple!"

Hong Feifan turned around and clasped his fists at a golden chariot.

In the golden chariot, a figure was looming and mysterious.

There was a burly man guarding each of the four corners of the chariot.

The four burly men were dressed in purple robes, lowered their heads slightly, and had fierce eyes.

There was no aura emanating from them, but the four people gave people an unfathomable feeling, as if they were four hidden volcanoes about to erupt.

"I trust you again. If I can't find Li Ci again, I will kill you first! "

A murderous voice came out.

Hong Feifan's body trembled, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead unconsciously.

The dignified Sword God of Shendao, a famous figure in Nanzhou, dared not even fart at this moment.