Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

The result of the battle that took place in Yaoguang Holy Land spread quickly outside.

When it was learned that Saint Qin Ruyan had killed an ancient immortal king, it immediately caused an uproar in the outside world!

After all, the entire Central Territory has been turned upside down by the resurrected ancient Immortal King, and the atmosphere is full of chaos. Many local monks dare not speak out in anger, because they can avoid the threat of death if they can.

Unexpectedly, in this generally pessimistic atmosphere, Qin Ruyan, the saint of the Yaoguang Holy Land, actually killed a powerful Immortal King-level man.

It’s simply shocking!

At the same time, it also greatly inspired the public sentiment.

did you see? The monks of our era are not something you, the old monsters, can bully at will!

"Fairy Qin is so amazing! She deserves to be my goddess!"

"I hope those guys can restrain themselves after this incident! Stop wreaking havoc everywhere!"

"Yes, you really think no one can cure them?"

All the monks are discussing it hotly and are proud of it.

Because of this news, after being deliberately promoted by Yaoguang Holy Land, it quickly spread to every Daozhou in the Central Region through Yinkui.

Everyone knows about Qin Ruyan's brilliant achievements!

"This is actually true?"

When they learned that the Immortal Caihua had been killed, many ancient powerful men had expressions of astonishment on their faces. Although they hated the person of the Immortal Caihua, they still recognized his strength.

After all, if you can't fight, can you still run?

Facing a junior in later generations, the flower-picking immortal still died. They were all very surprised by this result.

This shows what?

The opponent's strength is far stronger than imagined!

"Saint Yaoguang, Qin Ruyan..."

Some Immortal King-level creatures who coveted the Yaoguang Holy Land were filled with strong fears and instantly gave up the idea of ​​going there to cause trouble.

obviously.

Qin Ruyan became famous in one battle and became famous in the circle of resuscitators, which also protected the Yaoguang Holy Land from the intrusion of many ancient powerful men during this period!

It is no coincidence.

The Yaoguang Holy Land has intimidated many ancient powerful men, but there are some people with evil intentions who want to extend their evil clutches to other holy lands to further suppress the arrogance of contemporary monks.

Yin Yang Holy Land.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the sky was falling, and it was depressing and dull.

The elders and disciples fell to their knees, filled with grief and anger, as well as fear and uneasiness.

Holy Lord Yin Yang's hair was disheveled and his body was covered with bruises. His hands were tied and hung on a high execution platform. He was missing from the waist down. He was bloody and looked like he had been chopped in half. It was too horrible to look at.

In front of the execution platform, a tall, thin man with a faint beard and clothed clothes, a tall head and horns, and a hideous scar on his cheek, sat cross-legged on the ground alone, picked up the wine jar that had been smashed open, and raised his head to drink. A mellow and fragrant ambrosia.

What is striking is that there are seven ghost swords hanging on his back. Although each ghost sword is not unsheathed, if you listen carefully, you can hear the faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Your wine is pretty good." The tall, lanky man drank a bottle, wiped his mouth, and said with rare admiration.

"Senior, if you want to drink, we have plenty here and we will entertain you well, but why do you want to hurt our Holy Lord? It's a bit unreasonable."

A highly respected core elder couldn't bear the other party's unreasonable behavior and said bravely.

Not long ago, this ancient powerful man suddenly broke into the Yin-Yang Holy Land to ask for a drink. The Yin-Yang Holy Master came out to receive him, but his lower body was cut off with a knife.

This made everyone shocked and angry, thinking that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble.

"Haha, do I need to explain to you why? Just do whatever you want, just do whatever you want."

The tall and lanky man sneered and said meaningfully: "Besides, this is just the beginning."

Swish!

A ghost sword suddenly came out of its sheath on his back, killing the core elder in an instant, and then put the sword back into its sheath like lightning.

The body was broken into two parts and fell into a pool of blood.

Everyone's eyes are splitting, this is a crazy maniac!

"Elder Wang's soul seems to have been taken away..." A sharp-eyed elder discovered the clues about the ghost sword.

"Yes, my ghost sword can increase its power by absorbing souls, and you are all good nourishment. After all, as the top sect in the Central Region, each of you has a stronger soul than many monks outside."

"You know, it is the supreme honor of you ants to die under my ghost sword and follow me to reach the top of the road."

The tall and lanky man smiled sadly, revealing the fundamental purpose of his trip.

"Do not……"

Hearing this, the monks in the Yin Yang Holy Land were completely in despair.

This person is so powerful that they can't defeat him together!

We can only let it be slaughtered!

shuh~

Another strange sword light flew out, killing a large number of disciples like cutting rice.

The ghost knife, nourished by the soul, made a humming and trembling sound, which seemed to express excitement.

More and more people are dying, and the smell of blood is in the air.

All the monks were suppressed by the power of the sword and could not move at all. Listening to the screams in their ears, their faces turned pale with fright, and they felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

"Please, let them go..." The Yin-Yang Holy Master, who was seriously injured and dying, said weakly.

The Holy Land of Yin and Yang suffered such a catastrophe, but as the Holy Lord, he was powerless. The feeling of self-blame was intertwined in his heart, and he was in pain.

"Haha, guess why I didn't kill you right away?"

The tall and thin man patted open the seal of another jar of wine, took the jar and poured wine into his mouth. Feeling the rich aroma of wine between his lips and teeth, he licked his lips and said with a serious smile:

"That's because I want to keep you here so that you can see with your own eyes how people here die. Don't worry, you will be the last one!"

He just wants to have a playful mentality and let the monks here die in despair and fear.

This is a perverted mentality that regards human life as nothing, or it can be said that higher-level beings trample on lower-level beings.

"Beast..." Holy Lord Yin Yang was as angry as a silk thread, and his pale face revealed a look of resentment.

He hates himself so much that he is too weak!

Failed to protect Yin Yang Holy Land!

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Holy Lord, save me!"

"what!"

Screams and cries filled the entire Yin Yang Holy Land.

The Yin-Yang Holy Master's heart was ashen and his face was miserable, waiting helplessly for his tragic fate.

"Haha, interesting, so interesting!" The tall and lanky man laughed wildly, enjoying the wonderful feeling of dominating everything.

in the crowd.

A young man with half black and half white hair, his eyes were red, and a few drops of blood and tears were faintly flowing out. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, not because he was too scared, but because of unprecedented anger.

Seeing the disciples and elders around him die one after another at the hands of the ghost sword, Ji Baxiao realized that it would soon be his turn.

Feeling that the crisis of death was getting stronger, Ji Baxiao could no longer contain the hatred in his heart, and roared with a red face:

"Fuck you motherfucker!!"

"Just wait, my elder brother will help me take revenge! You biting mad dog! Sooner or later you will be slaughtered!"

In an instant.

The audience was silent.

Even the wind in the air stopped moving.

The tall and lanky man slowly put down the wine jar and said with a gloomy face, "What did you say?"

He didn't expect that in this situation, an arrogant boy would suddenly yell and curse.

What a courage!

Ji Baxiao was not afraid at all, he puffed up his chest and sneered: "You crazy dog, my elder brother will avenge me. He is already on his way, so just keep squealing. This is your last chance." Got it!"

"Son……"

Everyone was surprised and confused.

Is it true? Or is it just a blowjob before death?

Based on their understanding of their own Holy Son, it seems that the latter is more likely.

After all, Ji Baxiao likes to brag, and his reputation in this area has long been lost.

"Hey..." There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of Yin Yang Holy Lord's mouth. By now, he had no hope.

Seeing that the other party was confident, the tall and lanky man suddenly felt guilty.

These days, all resuscitators like him have been born, maybe this kid actually hugged a thigh.

No, you have to ask!

It’s better to be careful!

"Ahem," the tall and thin man coughed a few times and asked in a deep voice, "Um, who is your eldest brother?"

"Hmph, my eldest brother is the Sword Demon Li Wujie! Have you heard of this name?! I can't scare you to death!"

Ji Baxiao snorted coldly and said proudly.

The tall and lanky man frowned and quickly searched for the strong man in his mind. Finally, he shook his head.

"Have not heard."

Ji Baxiao: "..."

Damn it, you made me so embarrassed!

After confirming that there was no threat, the lanky man laughed angrily. He was almost frightened by this kid just now.

Whoa, a strange sword light flew out, and there was a faint roar of a fierce ghost, which was particularly penetrating.

Ji Baxiao's hair stood on end as he lost his voice: "Brother, save me!!!"

"Ant, die!"

The tall and lanky man said coldly.

However, at this moment, before the strange sword light approached Ji Baxiao, a man in a hat suddenly appeared and drew his sword to force it away.

Clean and effortless!

Because the incident happened suddenly, no one had time to react, and everyone was stunned and opened their mouths wide.

"Who are you?!"

The tall and lanky man threw away the wine jar in his hand, stood up suddenly, and stared at the man in the hat in the distance with eyes like poisonous snakes.

The moment the other party took out the knife, he actually felt quite threatened!

"Second brother, I've scared you." A man in a black hat stood with a sword in his hand and said in a deep tone,

Those eyes were extremely sharp, as if they could see through the illusions in the world!

The person coming is none other than Li Wujie!

During this period of time, he has been studying sword skills, and finally made a breakthrough. By the way, his cultivation level also increased a little. Although he did not break through the Immortal Lord, he was only just a step away.

He originally thought about continuing to attack the realm, but he received a message asking for help from his younger brother. He, who has always been righteous, could not just sit idly by and do nothing, so after receiving the message, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Li Wujie knew that he might have to face an Immortal King-level powerhouse, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was filled with anticipation and excitement.

His broadsword is already hungry and thirsty!

When he saw Li Wujie appear, Ji Baxiao behind him was stunned at first, and then became extremely excited. Tears streamed down his face, and he cried with all his strength:

"Big brother, little brother, I've been waiting for you to come~!!!"