My master can't be so gentle

The upper realm monks have fallen into a completely hopeless struggle.

The sky and the earth were filled with blood, and the continuous blasting sound resounded through the sky and the earth.

Under the all-out fighting between the monks and the demon cultivators, the ground under their feet has changed drastically, with rivers diverted and mountains crumbling.But within half a stick of incense, the earth was devastated, and even a bottomless abyss appeared, as if leading directly to hell.

The breath of death shrouded the sky.

Xuanyuan volleyed tens of feet in the air, watching Xuanyue's subordinates slaughtering in the human world condescendingly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Xuanyuan, I'll go to your uncle!" Xuanyue hid outside the battlefield, and angrily transmitted a voice to Xuanyuan, "What the hell are you calling all the last people in this seat to the human world?"

Xuan Yuan looked at the battlefield below with great interest: "Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Xuan Yue didn't find it interesting at all, and even wanted to press Xuan Yuan's head on the ground and rub it crazily: "Their appearance will definitely alarm the group of people in the heavenly realm. If the people in the heavenly realm find out that the demon cultivators have invaded the human realm privately, they can It is justifiable to launch another battle between gods and demons."

If the heavens and the demons really go to war, then his group of men will be the first to bear the brunt of the cannon fodder.

His family fortune accumulated over millions of years has been almost divided up by other domain owners, and this guy Xuanyuan actually wants to bring disaster to the last of his subordinates.

Xuan Yue watched his group of mindless subordinates happily chasing and killing the monks in the human world, and was so distressed that tears almost fell down.

"Actually, it's not the people from the heavens who most want to start the battle between gods and demons." Xuan Yuan sneered and looked at Xuan Yue, "You never doubted why he passed the news of Yao's serious injury to you back then?"

Xuan Yue was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Xuan Yuan warily: "You know who sent the news to me."

Xuan Yuan raised the corner of his mouth: "There are not many people Yao trusts, and even fewer people know that he was seriously injured. It is nothing more than one of the two ancient gods, or both."

Xuan Yue was silent for a moment before asking: "When did you know?"

"Earlier than you." Xuanyuan said lightly.

Xuan Yue was startled: "Then why didn't you..."

"Didn't shoot him?" Xuanyuan's eyes were sly and sly, "Killing Yao won't do me any good, and it won't even do any good to the Demon Realm. Only stupid people like you will be killed by those guys in the God Realm." Lied to become an enemy of Yao. Tsk tsk, that's why you ended up with the demon body sealed and the soul lost."

"Then why do you want to kill Zuo Yao again now?" Xuan Yue's mind couldn't keep up with Xuan Yuan's contradictory thoughts at all.

Xuan Yuan looked at the sky above his head through the chaotic battlefield: "Let the strongest gods in the God Realm reincarnate in the Human Realm all the time, and watch those gods who control everything from above be eaten back by the rules they made. Interesting thing?"

"You are really crazy." Xuan Yue slapped away the demon cultivator behind him who wanted to sneak attack him, and cursed viciously.

The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, the aura of this person was very similar to that of the master!However, before he came back to his senses, the Qinglian Lantern in Taoist Qingdeng's palm emitted a beam of light that sent him flying dozens of miles away.

"My son, don't be distracted. This is the battlefield, and there is absolutely no room for negligence..." Taoist Qingdeng reminded solemnly.

But before he finished speaking, he was suddenly pierced by a strange magic weapon. His primordial spirit escaped in an instant and wanted to escape, but was simply sucked into the mouth by a magic cultivator and refined.

"Damn!" Xuan Yue looked at it for a long time before letting out a sigh of relief. Aren't his subordinates so shameful that they even want to eat an old man at the transformation stage?In the past, on the battlefield of ancient gods and demons, what they devoured were all the true immortal souls of Daluo Jinxian!

This group of monks in the human world is not even qualified to enter the ancient battlefield as cannon fodder.

"Your father is dead, don't you cry?" Xuan Yuan mocked.

Xuan Yue held back a curse word in his throat, and finally yelled it out in a wail, which attracted several demon cultivators who didn't have long eyes.

However, Xuanyue, who couldn't reveal his identity, could only run away with his head in his hands, under the chasing and banter of his own family members.

Seeing the fall of another cultivator in the stage of transformation, the morale of the cultivators in the upper realm suddenly collapsed, and a small number of cultivators turned around and fled with their own magic weapons.

Taishang Sword Immortal's eyes were full of determination, he clenched the top-grade spirit sword that had accompanied him for nearly a thousand years in his palm, his whole body changed suddenly, his whole body was like a sharp sword, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

However, in the eyes of the rest of the demon cultivators, his determination to fight to the death was like an ant struggling in a desperate situation, which made them all laugh wildly.

Even Xuan Yuan raised the corners of his mouth.

But the next second, the smile on his face froze instantly.

A mighty coercion erupted from the center of the battlefield, and the moment the pure and rich Xuan Yuan's extremely familiar aura appeared, Xuan Yuan immediately led Ye Lan out of Baili crazily without looking back. , and continued to escape in the opposite direction of Jicheng desperately.

However, that powerful force that does not belong to this world continues to grow, and a golden mysterious light dispels the darkness and the dark clouds in the sky in an instant like a shattering force.

All the monks present were bathed in the golden light. They were surprised to find that all the serious injuries they had suffered before were healed in an instant, and at the same time, the spiritual power in their bodies became full in an instant.

Facing this powerful and unparalleled force, they felt an urge to worship from the depths of their souls. This powerful coercion made them instinctively want to get close and rely on.

Seeing the familiar golden divine light coming down, Xuan Yue felt a deep despair in his heart: "No way! How could Yao awaken the divine soul in advance?"

Moxiu present was even more desperate than him.

Although tens of thousands of years have passed since the last war between gods and demons, the God of Death in the God Realm still became the most feared existence in their hearts like a lingering nightmare.

They never thought that they would see the nightmare appearing in front of them alive again in the world.

The roles of hunter and prey were reversed, and now it was their turn to flee in a hurry.

Zuo Yao floated quietly in the mid-air, his pupils were neither sad nor happy, but extremely dark and deep, as if there were billions of stars in those black eyes, the vast universe.

Only divinity remained in his eyes, and no half of human emotions were leaked.

"Master." Shi Lingguang looked up at Zuo Yao above the sky, his heart was in a mess.

For some reason, when he saw Zuo Yao who had merged with the divine blood, he felt an uncontrollable panic flash in his heart.It seemed that Zuo Yao would be like this, leaving himself forever and returning to his god position.

"Master..." Hongdou also stared at Zuo Yao intently, his eyes filled with infinite obsession and love.

He finally saw his god again after tens of thousands of years.

As the spirit energy in a radius of thousands of miles was drained in an instant, a transparent sword shadow also gradually condensed in the void.

The sword shadow exudes a powerful air pressure that is so huge that it seems that even the stars in the sky can be easily split.

Afterwards, the sword shadow slowly fell an inch.

The demon cultivators present wailed miserably.

They couldn't break free from the control of the golden mysterious light at all, and the lower and lower sword shadows above their heads were their nightmares. The sword shadows were reflected in the eyes of this group of high-ranking demon world powerhouses, and fear was written all over their faces.

This group of unscrupulous demon cultivators finally felt the fear of struggling and hopelessness.

Zuo Yao didn't give them more time to regret, the sword shadow hundreds of feet long fell down, and the demon cultivator in the golden light didn't even have time to scream again, it was already annihilated in ashes, and his god and form were completely destroyed.

With the power of a single sword, more than a hundred powerful demon cultivators were destroyed.

The monks from the upper realm looked at Zuo Yao in shock. One or two even forgot that they were still floating in mid-air. When the spiritual power in their bodies was blocked, they fell to the ground like dumplings.

The huge sword shadow was then compressed into a small golden sword that could only grow once, but this small sword contained terrifying power enough to destroy half of the human world.

The little sword circled around Zuo Yao, and suddenly shot in one direction.

The second before everyone blinked, the golden dagger returned to Zuo Yao's side, and there was still a trace of blood on the dagger.

No one knew that Xuanyuan, an incarnation outside the body with the cultivation of a demon, died under Zuo Yao's blow in an understatement.

There was a dead silence in the world.

Xuan Yue even squatted in the corner, comprehending his vest to death.

He must not expose himself, and must not be discovered by Zuo Yao.

He is now in the weakest state of the devil baby, which is incomparable to Xuanyuan's psychopath.Xuan Yuan has ten incarnations outside his body, even if one is lost, it will not hurt his vitality.

There is only one of his magic babies, and if he dies, he will have nothing at all.

However, the last thing he wanted to see happened.

The golden dagger directly around Zuo Yao, which was directly condensed with the aura of heaven and earth, pointed in his direction again.

But before Zuo Yao could continue to urge the short sword, he fell from the nine heavens without a sound, surrounded by golden mysterious light, he pierced the sky like a shooting star, and fell to the ground quickly.

Forcibly combining with the blood of the gods, and instantly evacuating the aura thousands of miles away to strangle the demon cultivator, and then using the divine sense to lock on the Xuanyuan thousands of miles away to hunt down, Zuo Yao's body has reached its limit and is on the verge of collapse.

The golden mysterious light disappeared instantly.

At least dozens of monks rushed forward subconsciously, trying to catch Zuo Yao's falling body.

However, the fastest is red beans.

A burst of misty red mist protected Zuo Yao in the center, slowing down the force of his fall, and also separated the group of rushing monks.

The red mist did not reject Shi Lingguang's approach.

"Master, Master." Shi Lingguang grabbed Zuo Yao's hand tightly, but found that his hand was terribly cold, holding Zuo Yao was like holding a piece of profound ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

He subconsciously turned to Hong Dou for help: "What's wrong with my master?"

Hongdou glanced at Zuo Yao, his eyes were sad: "In the worst case, the master's body cannot digest the power of the blood, and he will die."

Shi Lingguang fell to the ground in a daze, but the hand holding Zuo Yao's palm began to tremble slightly.

Although he had made full preparations, when this moment came, his heart was still full of panic about the future.

"Is there a way for me to sense the whereabouts of Master's three souls and seven souls?" After a moment of silence, Shi Lingguang asked Hong Dou in a low voice.

As long as he can find the soul of the master, he will follow in the footsteps of the master without hesitation.

Hongdou glanced at Shi Lingguang. He couldn't understand the complex emotions of human beings, but this did not prevent him from giving Shi Lingguang an idea: "You can use the spirit spell to imprint the same brand on each other's souls, so that If so, no matter how many times the master reincarnates, you can find him."

Shi Lingguang made a slit in the palms of himself and Zuo Yao according to what he said, and then tightly grasped Zuo Yao's palm with his fingers interlocked. When he was ready, he was about to tell Hongdou that he could use Qi Ling Cursed, suddenly a powerful force capable of destroying heaven and earth poured into his spiritual veins from the junction of his and Zuo Yao's palms without warning.

Fortunately, Hongdou has been paying attention to Shi Lingguang's movement all the time, and when he realized something was wrong, he forcibly used his own blood curse to protect Shi Lingguang's heart, and then screamed: "What's wrong with your primordial soul?" Will there be the power of the master's soul? No wonder you can also fuse with the master's blood!"

Shi Lingguangzhi felt that his spiritual veins were suddenly forcibly expanded and broadened by the huge power, and the spiritual power in his body that was originally gurgling like a stream was rushing like an ocean, and it was still continuously gathering in his dantian.

"What are you talking about?" Shi Lingguang gritted his teeth while enduring the great pain of the meridians being forcibly widened by spiritual power.

However, Hongdou changed the topic to another question: "This is simply wonderful. You have already practiced Master's Spiritual Heart Art, and now you have the help of Master's soul. Maybe Master can still be saved."

When Shi Lingguang heard it, he gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "Say it quickly, I'm going to die of pain."

Dou Da's sweat dripped down his forehead one by one, and soon wet all his clothes.

"The master can't digest the power of the blood of the gods alone, but you and him can absorb half of it, maybe you can bear it. When you get the other half of the power of the blood, I will seal the blood of the gods. When you are strong enough When entering the heavenly realm or ascending to the divine realm, one can refine the power of the divine blood after washing in the Immortal Transformation Pond or God Training Pond."

Shi Lingguang only felt that the power pouring into his body was getting stronger and stronger. Even if he tried his best to absorb these vast and boundless powers according to the method of the Spiritual Heart Art, he could still only absorb a fraction of it.

In the end, that force instantly knocked Shi Lingguang unconscious like a cosmic explosion.

However, before losing consciousness, Shi Lingguang found that Hongdou's body was gradually becoming transparent: "You..."

There was a wry smile on Hongdou's sharp-edged face: "Without the master's blood, I can't last long. This seal is the last thing I can do for the master."

As soon as the voice fell, two talisman patterns as bright as fresh blood sank into the eyebrows of Zuo Yao and Shi Lingguang respectively, completely sealing the power of divine blood in their bodies.

Qiu Yu Linglong stared dumbfounded at the scene just now. In fact, it was only a few breaths from Zuo Yao's sudden resurrection to the time when he wiped out Moxiu and fell into a coma again, but the time of these few breaths was so long.

When she was about to rush up to check on Zuo Yao's situation, suddenly, a little golden light slowly cast down from the nine heavens, and the smell of blood in the air dissipated in an instant. Voices.

All the people looked up and watched the golden light come down to the human world, and finally turned into three palm-sized, crystal-clear light golden tokens.

All the people present stared at the three tokens that exuded a majestic aura that they could not match.

Until a monk who had lived for nearly 2000 years and had not yet ascended recognized the origin of the token.

"That, that is the decree from the heavens!"

In a word, the eyes of the monks present became scorching again.