Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

"Su...Su Su Su, old devil..."

Yuwen's face was full of confusion. He never thought that the magic boat that he thought was the elder of his sect would see Su Jie, a demonic immortal seedling here.

"Who is scolding me?"

Su Jie put down the tea cup, raised a cold eyebrow, and locked his eyes on Yu Wenjing.

Yu Wenjing finally reacted and saw Su Jie's figure and the demon cultivators with strong demonic auras on the ark. He didn't know where it was. This was a magic ark. He didn't know what method the other party used to win it, but He knew that if he didn't run now, he wouldn't have a chance to leave in a while.

Whoosh!

Yu Wenjing quickly turned around and fled, several times faster than when he came, like an aurora crossing the sky.

"Brother Yuwen, can you get on the boat?"

Seeing Yu Wenjing returning, Mo Shiyao asked.

"What the hell, go up and die! This is not my master's dharma boat. It is filled with demon cultivators from Guiling Palace. Su Jie is also on top. Run, run!"

Yu Wenjing's voice was anxious and he shouted quickly: "Don't delay, run with me quickly."

"What, why is that devil here?"

Mo Shiyao's beauty turned pale, and her body trembled with excitement at the news.

"Oh, is that Su Jie up there? Haha, just use him to test the sword."

On the contrary, Zhang Xinming was not surprised but overjoyed when he heard the news. He had a look of surprise on his face, and his eyes under a pair of sword-shaped brows were gleaming with cold light, like thousands of sword blades unsheathed.

"Brother Zhang, you are no match for him. Now is not the time for a battle of wills."

When Yu Wenjing heard Zhang Xinming's words, his scalp was about to explode. Why was this swordsman so dumb? He didn't even look at who his opponent was. He didn't want to run away now, so he went to have a fight with Su Jie. , If you have the ability, just go head-on.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let's retreat temporarily. When the elders of the sect come over tomorrow, we will deal with this devil."

Mo Shiyao also opened her mouth to comfort her. Although she thought Zhang Xinming was very strong, the psychological shadow Su Jie had left on her was too deep.

"Hmph, how can we monks retreat when we encounter a strong enemy? We sword cultivators become stronger when we encounter a strong enemy. What we cultivate is an indomitable sword intent. You don't need to persuade me anymore, just let me see how powerful this demonic immortal seedling is. If I can kill him, my sword will definitely improve by three points."

Zhang Xinming had a determined face and cold and arrogant eyes. He was completely unmoved and insisted on practicing with Su Jie.

The more Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao tried to persuade him, the more they aroused Zhang Xinming's pride. He never thought that he would lose to any of his peers, let alone a demon cultivator.

"I am also very interested in this person. This person can achieve such a great reputation. I want to try his quality."

Jiang Lin held a string of rosary beads in her hand, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows bloomed with thousands of rays of light. She wore a pure white robe and her whole body was full of fighting spirit.

"Amitabha, let me comfort this lost person who has fallen into the devil's path to return to the right path and embrace Buddhism."

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, his face was compassionate, and a circle of golden light appeared behind his head, making people feel the urge to kneel down and worship.

"you……"

Yu Wenjing's mouth twitched, looking at these stubborn donkeys, they didn't know how scary Su Jie was, but he, Yu Wenjing, didn't know that yet.

Seeing that these people were seeking death, Yu Wenjing's face turned dark and he simply chose to escape first.

"I'll help you find reinforcements. I'll come back as soon as I go."

When Yu Wenjing finished speaking the last word, everyone flew away several miles away.

"This coward..."

Zhang Xinming pouted, looked at Mo Shiyao who was about to move, and asked, "Miss Mo, you want to leave too?"

Mo Shiyao gritted her teeth. For the sake of her marriage, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I will stay and help everyone deal with this devil."

While they were talking, they suddenly saw Yu Wenjing running away in the distance, running back in panic as if his buttocks were on fire.

"Hey, brother Yuwen has figured it out and wants to fight with us against this demonic immortal seedling?"

When Jiang Lin saw this scene, there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth.

"Take a look for yourselves and see what's behind us. I've suffered a lot from you. If you hadn't wasted my time, how could I have gotten stuck here?"

Yu Wenjing's voice was sad, and several people looked in the direction of his finger.

On top of a mountain in the distance, I saw a terrifying centipede that was more than 300 meters long and had nearly a thousand pale corpse hands sticking out from behind the mountain. Its ferocious and domineering momentum was like a tide, covering several places in the area. Countless small animals within ten miles trembled and fled in fear.

Just now, Yu Wenjing was blocked by the Thousand-Handed Centipede, a seventh-grade Gu insect on his head.

Seeing this Gu worm, Zhang Xinming and others' expressions became solemn. A top-grade seventh-level Gu worm, even an ordinary fifth-level cultivator of the Secret Realm would be eaten alive if they were not careful.

"This insect..."

When Mo Shiyao saw the Thousand-Handed Centipede, she recognized it at a glance. It was Su Jie's signature natal poisonous insect. Nowadays, almost everyone in Qingzhou knows about it. It has even been made into a picture album and widely disseminated among the righteous people in Qingzhou. , reminding the disciples that when they see such a big centipede, don’t think about anything and just run away.

"Everyone, it seems you want to find me, right?"

Suddenly, a voice came over.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man with regular features and deep eyes looking at the group of them with a smile on his face.

"You are Su Jie, okay, take my sword first."

Zhang Xinming's eyes lit up. As soon as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow light flashed from his waist. This rainbow light was like a line of white between the sea and the sky.

This is a low-grade magic weapon flying sword called Canghai Sword. It is a low-grade magic weapon given by the elders of the sect. Most of the secret realms cannot afford this level of magic weapon. This shows that Zhang Xinming is valued in the sect. The level is worthy of his status as a fairy.

Facing the oncoming Canghai Sword, Su Jie calmly stretched out two fingers and pinched it gently.

Zhang Xinming's expression changed suddenly because his envoy's Canghai Sword was gently pinched by Su Jie's two fingers, preventing him from moving forward even an inch.

"It's a good sword, but the master's strength is a bit lacking. Why don't you leave it to me for safekeeping?"

Su Jie chuckled, with one hand behind his back and the Canghai Sword in the other. Countless arms emerged from Su Jie's shoulders and wrapped the low-grade magic weapon into a ball. Zhang Xinming could no longer snatch it back.

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Xinming's face turned dark. He never thought that his flying sword would be taken away from him like this one day. Flying swords are the destiny of sword cultivators. His eyes were red from the stimulation of this scene.

The next moment, Zhang Xinming closed his body with the sword, and his soul turned into the blade of the sword, crashing towards Su Jieshi.

At the same time, Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng also started to move.

The expression on Su Jie's face remained unchanged, and he pressed his hand with his backhand.

Five Elements Demon-Suppressing Mahamudra!

The spiritual energy turned into a giant palm and drove Zhang Xinming from the sky into the dust. Su Jie, as an almost invincible existence at the same level, has now been promoted to the Taoist realm. Beating Zhang Xinming, a monk on the third level of the Secret Realm, is as simple as a father beating his son. Suppress it with your backhand without using any trump cards.

"Hey, devil, please stop being so arrogant."

The rosary in Jiang Lin's hand flew away, and the rosary kept spinning. Jiang Lin punched out, and her fist passed through the rosary. Her body instantly enlarged ten thousand times, and her fist was like a hill, hitting Su Jie hard, as if she was going to kill Su Jie. Crush into minced meat.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. When you turn around, you will find another shore. Donor Su, please stop."

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, and a huge phantom of the Buddha appeared behind him. The phantom of the Buddha suddenly opened its eyes, and two golden lights shot out from the eye sockets, like divine pillars penetrating the heaven and earth, which shocked people's hearts.

Su Jie raised a finger and flicked it lightly.

boom!

What popped out from Su Jie's fingers were streaks of purple sky thunder, which blasted Jiang Lin's mountain-like fists away, causing the skin and flesh to rip open.

At the same time, Su Jie's eyes were stimulated with purple light rays, which directly annihilated the Buddha's divine light, penetrated all the way, and penetrated and blew up the head of the Buddha's phantom.

puff!

He Wenfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak.

Jiang Lin retracted her shrunken right fist, which was covered with scars. There was almost no intact skin, and several knuckles were broken, revealing the broken bones.

In an understatement, Su Jie forced back the joint attack of Zhang Xinming, Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng.

From the beginning to the end, Su Jie did not move even a single step. His right hand was always behind his back, and only his left hand was used to fight the enemy. This meant that Su Jie's strength completely crushed these outstanding geniuses of the righteous path.

"How can this devil be so strong?"

Jiang Lin swallowed the pill, and the injury to her right fist was recovering, but the frustration and panic in her heart could not be restored with medicine.

"This demon is very scary. Let's find a chance to leave."

He Wenfeng didn't insist on letting Su Jie convert to Buddhism, because he couldn't beat him, and there was no telling who would convert him.

The person who cannot accept this result the most is actually Zhang Xinming, the righteous immortal seedling.

With his hair disheveled, he crawled out of the huge palm print pit on the ground, feeling no trace of his Canghai Sword.

When he looked up, he saw the Thousand-Handed Centipede approaching from nowhere and swallowed his Canghai Sword into its belly.

"No!"

Zhang Xinming was furious in an instant, and all his spiritual energy condensed into a giant sword a hundred meters high. The sword energy soared into the sky, and he wanted to fight for his life with the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

The flying sword of the dual cultivation of life and life was gone, and Zhang Xinming was completely anxious.

"Zizzi."

The Thousand-Handed Centipede looked at the charging Zhang Xinming, flicked its tail, and slapped Zhang Xinming back to the ground with a chirp.

Zhang Xinming's strength is all in the flying sword at the seventh level. Without the flying sword, his combat power has dropped extremely seriously, and he can't compete with the brute force of the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

The Thousand-Hand Centipede squeaked happily twice, and looked at Zhang Xinming who was struggling to get up from the ground. He spit out the Canghai Sword in a showy manner, rolled it back and forth in his mouth, and used it flexibly to pick his teeth, scraping the cold light from his mouth full of fangs. Twinkle.

Zhang Xinming's face was livid with anger, and his facial features were distorted. His beloved flying sword was actually played with by a bug like this. His wife was not even angry at this moment after being played with.

"My sword..."

Zhang Xinming's heart was broken, his eyes were red, and he desperately wanted to grab the Canghai Sword, but the Thousand-Hand Centipede's tail flick just now broke many bones in his body, making it difficult for him to fly, let alone snatch it back from the Thousand-Hand Centipede's mouth. Canghai Sword.

Yu Wenjing, who also witnessed this scene, had a twitching face. He wanted to grab Zhang Xinming by the collar and ask him fiercely, "You still want to test Su Jie's sword with your strength, but it's not enough for him to hit him with one hand."

Mo Shiyao's pretty face was pale. She didn't expect Zhang Xinming to be so easily suppressed by Su Jie with just one hand.

Is it Su Jie who is too strong or Zhang Xinming who is too weak?

It was obvious that Wei Ji, who was also a righteous immortal seedling before, was able to fight with Su Jie for 300 rounds.

Mo Shiyao didn't know that when he fought against Wei Ji, Su Jie was at the third level of the secret realm, but now Su Jie was at the first level of the Taoist realm, and his strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's not that Zhang Xinming is weak, but that Su Jie is too strong.

Now even if Wei Ji jumped out of the coffin board, Su Jie could suppress him with just one hand.

"Evil, stop it."

Just when Mo Shiyao felt desperate, Su Jie showed her fighting prowess, and she joined the battle with Yu Wenjing to the end of giving away food.

But at this moment, several escaping lights appeared in the distance. They were the guardians of Zhengdao's talented disciples, all of whom were at the fourth or fifth level of the secret realm.

They protected them from a distance and gave the disciples a trial environment. When they heard the fierce fighting, they came over quickly to support them.

There is help.

Mo Shiyao, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng and others all had joy on their faces. With these senior Vault Realm protectors, they could finally escape the threat of this demon.

But before Mo Shiyao and the others' joy lasted for a few seconds, they heard the frightening screams of the defenders who came to help, as if they had suffered some extremely terrible torture.

I don't know when a black moon hung high in the sky, and the black moon reflected a faint cold light.

The shrouded guardians were like big birds with broken wings, falling from the sky.

Above the black moon, a beautiful woman wearing a blood-red wedding dress sat here. The breeze blew the corners of her skirt, lifting her waterfall-like black hair, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes as cold as frost.

No one knows what those guardians went through. Anyway, after they fell to the ground, they turned around and ran away one by one. But in the end, these guardians ran one by one and suddenly died suddenly and turned into cold bodies. The body seemed to have been dead for several days and nights.

Every dead protector had a look of uncontrollable fear on their face, as if they had seen a horrific scene that they would never forget before they died.

"The ghost in wedding clothes."

Yu Wenjing's lips trembled. Another one of Su Jie's signatures was that this ghost in wedding clothes was also known to Qingzhou Zhengdao. But in Yu Wenjing's impression, this ghost in wedding clothes shouldn't be so terrifying. Several guardians The person has almost no ability to fight back. With such strength, the kind of curse that even the senior Vault Realm cannot resist is really too high.

"Everyone, we are destined to meet each other. Come and sit in my little thousand-number Dharma boat. Our demon cultivators in Guiling Palace are the most hospitable."

Su Jie pointed at the Flying Dharma Ark. On top of the Dharma Ark, thousands of Demonic Cultivators from the Ghost Ridge Palace appeared. Standing between the pavilions and palaces, looking at them with bloodthirsty and dangerous eyes, Yu Wenjing and the others were stunned. The pressure was so great that I broke out in cold sweat instantly.

If they enter such a magical cave, they will really be in a dilemma between life and death.