Talisman Emperor

Outside the North Gate, there are mountainous forests.

Due to the different laws of heaven, coupled with the cultivation of the spiritual Qi, the mountain rivers and flower trees in the ancient divine domain are all incredibly strong and placed in the three realms. These commonly visible grass trees can be described as rare divine treasures.

But in this ancient realm, it is common, let alone a monk, not even those who have not practiced will take a closer look.

Wow ~ ~

After walking out of the city gate, Chen Xiao did not hesitate, the sleeve robe waved, put away the wood and the cub and hid it in the treasure he was carrying.

Then he glanced at the distant mountain forest and vanished.

……

“How did this kid take away two teenagers who didn't take off their babies?” A moment later, Zhu Dongting Pavilion and Magic Ripple Ugly appeared where Chen Xi had originally stood.

“Ugly, how can you care so much at this time?” Zhu Dongting's eyes are full of excitement killing machines, "this kid actually went into the old forest in the deep mountains alone, this is a rare opportunity, go, I can't stand it for a moment! ”

As soon as he flashed, he rushed towards the mountain forest in the distance. In his hand, he slipped out a magnificent sword and overflowed with golden glitter. It was extraordinary.

“Be careful, son, in case of fraud!” Magic Ripple saw this and rushed up.

As a holy god of light who has gone through all the storms and bloodshed, Magic Ugly will not give birth to any petty when he truly wants to do it, even if he triumphs to the extreme in his heart.

This is the instinct of a master who defies the enemy strategically and attaches tactical importance to the enemy in order to live longer on the path of rampant, bloody storms.

Today, Chen Xiao is alone in the deep mountains, seemingly panicking to escape his life, but Magic Ugly does not dare to think so.

Fortunately, he has recognized that Chen Xi is only a hollow god, and even with more conspiracy tactics, he will not be afraid of Magic Rite.

The only thing that reassured him was Zhu Dongting Pavilion, who was passionate, exaggerated and easily cleaned up by the enemy.

So as soon as Fu acted, Magic Ritual Ugly decided to always accompany Zhu Dongting Pavilion, killing enemies is important, protecting Zhu Dongting Pavilion's life is more important than these.

Otherwise, in case of any accident, he will not be able to tell Zhu Zhishan, the elder of the Purple Plough God.

……

Nevertheless, what happened exceeded the expectations of Magic Ritual.

After a cup of tea kung fu.

A strange rocky jungle, in front of the cliffs of Flying Falls, Chen Xiran alone, on the side of the cliffside, clothes hunting, long hair dancing.

After using the peel free skin, his face appeared a bit ordinary, but at this moment, his health engine fluttered, his eyes were glowing and hidden, reflecting his own distinctive light temperament.

Boom Boom Boom ~ ~

Beneath the cliffs, there is a huge river, a wave of snow, a thousand waves, like thunder roaring.

Surprisingly, Chen Xi stopped hiding after they chased her all the way here, just like she was waiting for them.

This sudden appearance made Magic Ugly frown wrinkle, hidden feeling that the boy seemed to be playing something.

But Zhu Dongting didn't think so. He couldn't help but laugh proudly when he saw Chen Xi stop running. “Son of a bitch, are you still running? Why didn't you run away? You're not choosing to jump off a cliff? ”

At this moment, he, hesitant, tempered, accumulated anger in his heart as if he had found a vent that he could not be proud of.

Chen Xi laughed, "Prince Zhu is well known as Zhu.” This sentence is no different than cursing the other person directly as a pig.

Zhu Dongting looked so heavy when he went to the pavilion. I didn't know this was the moment. This son of a bitch dared to insult himself. I really didn't know he was alive!

“Good, just say that to you, and the book will let you know, what does it mean to live, to die! ”

Boom!

As he spoke, he was shadowed by a horrible fluctuation of divine power, and the whole popularity changed dramatically, treading wildly.

Indeed, he was angry, so he could not but swallow the bones of Chen Xi, and could not live forever.

However, without waiting for him to go, Magic Ugly is already flashing out, Yin Qing said: “It's only against a little ant, it doesn't need a son to do it, let the old slave do it. ”

In a sharp voice, Magic Ritual was like a big bird, smashing space-time violently, wrapping his fingers around a circle of mysterious obscure red golden rays, heading towards the Tidal Break.

Spirit vulture claws!

This is the gifted magic of the "Red Devil Vulture” clan. A pair of hands can tear apart the heavens and the earth, break the soul, break the demon spirit, and possess the tremendous power.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

This is the power of the Holy Spirit of Light. Under one blow, it is easy to change, the latitude and longitude are reversed, the avenue floats and is restless!

……

Boo!

Almost at the same time, Chen Xiao also moved, a sword in his hand, an unspeakable sword of terror spread from his surroundings, disturbing the winds and clouds.

In that instant, it was like a divine sword hidden in the long river of the ages, shaking the atlas, and the sword sang for nine days and ten days.

Chen Xi became more like another person, his eyes, eyebrows, and even his body, all covered in a fierce and killing sword, like the Emperor in the sword, full of the world, mastering the atmosphere of the sword.

This atmosphere is too scary. As soon as Father appeared, he dispersed the forest terror atmosphere that had been shaped before the magic ceremony was ugly, destroying and decaying, and the situation was invincible.

Even the nearby cliffside, mountain rocks, sand and dust… everything in the heavens and the earth is covered with a compelling slayer!

Sword Emperor's Land!

Magic's ugly face suddenly changed, can no longer remain calm, horrified in my heart, never expected that a common young man in a cavernous reality could instantly become a sword emperor.

Sword King!

This is an unparalleled step on the sword path. It is rare to live in the wild. Let alone the Purple Divine Divine Divinity. You can't find a few Sword Emperors in the holes of the 3,000 universe of the entire Snow Ink Domain!

Because these realms almost all exist on the god of Dongyu ancestry, and as far as Moral Ritual Ugly knows, in the entire 3,000 universe of the Snowmock domain, the sword realm sword cultivation is definitely not more than ten indexes, but none of them is cultivated by the hollow true god!

Where the hell did this kid come from? Isn't he a monk in the Snake Domain?

Boo!

Without waiting for the ugly thought of magic, the sword around the hundreds of millions of incandescent symbols, like a white rainbow through the sun, came to kill.

Magic and Ugly are trembling again. It is the power of the Sword Emperor's Realm. He dares not hesitate. His subconscious will change the trick, and he must temporarily avoid the sharp light.

Fu, before he really fought, could force a hollow god of light to evade. This scene seemed to almost fall out of Zhu Dongting's arrogant eyeballs. Unbelievable.

As soon as it was too late, Chen Xiaoyi's sword was cut out. Moral Ritual Ugly realized that he was not good enough to temporarily avoid the flash, and everything was done in the instant room.

Buzz ~ ~

But it is not enough to succeed in evading Magic Ritual Ugly, three golden copper coins came out empty, presented the font shape, surrounded by "heaven”, "earth” and "man” three talented positions completely confined.

“Fall in bronze! Damn, you are...” Magic's ugly face is changing again, horrifying and messy, but time has not allowed him to react, only to rock hard.

He grabbed it with his hands and swept it across with a bloody piece of copper.

Boom!

The sword and bronze clash erupted with an alarming loud noise, and terrible fluctuations crushed mountains and ancient trees all over the place.

Pfft ~ ~ Magic Ugly coughed up blood, shadows backwards.

Wounded!

In the middle of a blow, he actually wounded a hole in the hands of a little real-life guy!?

All of this almost broke Magic Ugly's heart and was unacceptable.

The distant Zhu Dongting pavilion was shaken with trembling eyes, and it was equally impossible to believe that this would happen.

“How is that possible? How is that possible? When will the Hollow God of Truth cross the border to rock the Hollow God of Light?” He roared in his heart and felt his outlook on life had almost been reversed.

Buzz--!

Without waiting for Magic Ripper to stand steady, the three golden fallen copper coins slipped away and buzzed, coming to destroy again.

There was no delay at all from the beginning.

“Bastard!” Li Li's ugly roar stopped dodging. If he wanted to be as hard as Chen Xiao, he wouldn't believe that a hollow true god could defeat himself with a natural treasure.

Most importantly, in his cognition, Chen Xiao has been very weak, unlike the rumored outstanding disciples under the Divine Gate, making him simply unable to accept the possibility of being defeated by the other party.

Boo!

In the second confrontation, Chen Xi did not stiff, but carried out a trick of "coming back”, swordsmanship and its sudden appearance on the Ugly side of the magic, empty, cut down.

Then, poof, the right arm was easily chopped off!

This young man is definitely not an ordinary person, but the ugliness of magic hurts so much that there is an uncontrollable fear in his heart!

How can a character with a sword dao cultivated in the realm of the Sword Emperor, with anti-heavenly fighting power, with the treasure of Tai Dao's inheritance fall in bronze money... be ordinary?

“Son, run, we're screwing here!” The Magic Rite is ugly and yells, and the color of the gods is twisted and twisted, like a madman.

Boo!

But he didn't wait for his voice to fall, and a sword slaughtered him again. Almost at the same time, the three fallen copper coins came out, completely blocking his space and time around him.

“My husband fought with you!” Magic Ritual Ugly drank a loud sigh, burning like a burning fire, and a divine platform appeared on the top of his head, magnifying the infinite divine light.

“Ugly...! ”

In the distance, Zhu Dongting pavilion shouted, he had been horrified by the six gods and his head was buzzing. But when he saw this scene, he understood that he was still coming. Ugly was desperate to trade his life for a first line.