No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 83

"Shangqingguan, there are only two of you left, tell me, which hell do you want to go to?"

"Devil, don't be rampant, today is your hell!" Yi Fan said with a straight sword and chest.

With the support of the big brother behind him, let alone a devil, he is not afraid even if the real hell devil is resurrected.

"Okay, you are indeed a disciple of Shangqingguan, and your courage is commendable. That being the case, the magic heart should be suitable for you that day. Go, don't let me down!" A gray light flashed, and Yi Fan disappeared without a trace.

"Jian Wuya, why didn't you stop him?" Hua Yutian had been cautiously guarding against him when he made a move, but he didn't expect that the younger brother who took him away could still look calm and breezy.

"It's just a small way, how can you stand up to my junior brother?"

"Hehe, the tone is not small, you know, this is the strongest formation of my holy religion, the magic heart of the heavenly demon!" Hua Yutian looked stern, and said solemnly: "If you fall into this formation, you have to face the torture of the Taoist heart, yes Misfortune is also blessing, death is also life, but since the formation of this formation, except for a few patriarchs of my holy religion, no one has ever come out alive, are you not worried at all?"

"Heh, the wicked way, even if I don't make a move, the junior brother can break the formation with a snap of a finger!" Jian Wuya said calmly and confidently.

"hiss!"

Hua Yutian secretly gasped.

Could it be that Jian Wuya is really an unborn Supreme Sword Immortal?
Why can't he feel the slightest bit of mana breath, but he is so imposing, do you want to try to cut him with a sword?
If it was just pretending, a sword can make him show his original shape, which can also prove whether what the master said before his fall was alarmist or not.

Be real. . . . . .

Then the rise of my Holy Cult will stop today.

"It's so hard to choose!"

Hua Yutian, the majestic leader of the Demon Cult, was an existence that even the top ten masters in the world of cultivating immortals feared. At this moment, he couldn't help being in a dilemma in front of Jian Wuya.

After thinking for a long time, he is the strongest in the world.

Hua Yutian took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Hmph, stop bluffing me. People in the holy religion do whatever they want and are fearless. This is my generation's demeanor. Come, take a sword from me. If you don't die, I will kill myself." in front of you."

"Stubbornly obsessed, let's make a move!" Jian Wuya with his hands behind his back, like a calm lake, without the slightest expression, breath or mana fluctuations, making Hua Yutian tighten and tighten the magic sword in his hand, tangled like constipation, and still unable to cut down.

"what!!!"

"I am Hua Yutian, the leader of the Holy Cult. I am invincible and invincible. Go to hell with me!"

Hua Yutian's devilish energy exploded, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that Jian Wuya put too much pressure on him, and he seemed a little hysterical.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the surrounding world shook violently, Nine Dao sounds like porcelain cracking came out clearly, Hua Yutian's complexion changed drastically, he no longer cared about attacking Jian Wuya, and hurriedly took out the Nine Star Array Disk in his arms Look, the nine swirling black stars on the disk are all dim, with no aura, and they seem to have been severely injured.

"brush!"

The thick ink-like black mist receded like a tide, revealing Yi Fan standing with a sword, the crazy Qingniu and others.

"This, this is impossible!"

Hua Yutian's heart trembled violently. This array has been kept in the secret realm of the Holy Religion, and it is one of the few magic weapons with intact spirituality.

Qi training monks generally use low-grade to high-grade magic weapons, foundation-builders such as Qingniu use top-grade magic weapons, and half-step gold elixir powerhouses like Hua Yutian use magic weapons inherited from ancient times.

The magic weapon can only be used by old monsters in the Jindan period.

However, this magic weapon is not an attack type, but an auxiliary type magic weapon. In addition, it has been conceived and raised in the spiritual veins of the secret realm, without losing its spirituality and full of aura.

But now it seems that such a powerful magic weapon has been destroyed. How long will it take to restore it to its original state?
Then the problem is coming.

Generally speaking, Qingniu and his group have built foundations, plus the nine Venerables of Heishan under his command, even if it is considered as his own half-step golden elixir, it can be made vigorously. The pregnancy in the secret realm is over, and it won't look like a waste now.

Not only that, the nine venerables sacrificed the formation flag for a long time, and at this moment, the formation disk was destroyed without warning, and the nine of them also suffered a lot of damage. The aura fluctuated so much, it would be difficult to hide it from Qingniu and others.

"Hmph, it's cheap for you today!"

Looking bitterly at Qingniu and the others who were about to wake up, Hua Yutian waved his hand, and the black vortex above his head reappeared, he stepped into it and disappeared, and at the same time, nine black figures rushed out from everywhere Followed by.

After a while, Qingniu and the others suddenly opened their blank eyes, panting heavily, and after dozens of seconds, they seemed to really wake up, looking around with lingering fear, but found that everything As usual, except for the residual demonic energy and the remaining few thousand demons, the terrifying fantasy and tyrannical Hua Yutian and others have long since disappeared.

"What, what's the situation?"

Qingniu seemed to have fallen into a very realistic dream just now, when he was about to die, a treasure on his body awakened his Dao heart, which made him wake up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was a realistic and terrifying dream.

He jumped off the bed, and suddenly heard the sound of killing outside the door. He rushed out and saw that the Demon Sect Hua Yutian had turned into an old demon Qingtian. He watched his disciples being massacred, and finally he was killed by a sword die.

Opening his eyes again, Qingniu heaved a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that this was just a dream.

It's a pity that before he could recover, an elder reported outside the door, saying that the evil god from overseas had come back from the dead and was slaughtering the cultivators in the world of immortals, and asked Qingniu to go and see.

The result can be imagined, Qingniu was killed again and again, and woke up from the dream again and again, each time I was grateful and afraid, but each time I was disappointed to find that it was still a dream.

This cycle goes on and on, Qingniu's Dao heart sinks a little bit, and his cultivation base is weakened a little bit. It is estimated that Hua Yutian's nightmare hell will not be broken anymore, and his generation of grandmasters will completely fall into it.

He Xiangu, Jue Jue, Shen Beggar and others were not much better. The array of the Six Paths Demon Palace was passed down from ancient times, and the spiritual energy was not lost. Even if Hua Yutian couldn't activate all of them, it almost killed them.

Suddenly, Qingniu seemed to remember something, and hurriedly looked back, only to see that mountain-like figure standing proudly, with no dust on his body, it seemed that he hadn't made a move.

But I saw with my own eyes that Hua Yutian, the leader of the Demon Cult who was so invincible and almost caused the eight of them to fall together, actually fled with his tail between his legs.

With the consciousness scattered, apart from the raging demons and monsters in the entire Qingniu temple, there is no one above the foundation-building old demon at the level of venerable.

Qingniu gave a deep bow, completely convinced, and said: "Junior Qingniu, on behalf of the whole world of cultivating immortals, I would like to express my gratitude to Senior Qing Guanjian Wuya. I will never forget this kindness in the world of cultivating immortals. From now on, if there is an assignment, I will never refuse to follow it." .”

Arrogant as extinct, he didn't dare to say anything more at this moment, and followed Qing Niu and others to bend down his waist that had never been lowered for decades, and respectfully thanked Jian Wuya.

(End of this chapter)