So What If You've Been Reborn?

The aura collided and stirred endlessly, and the wilderness was divided into countless pieces.

The bright red liquid splashed onto the golden color of the talismans, and pieces of unowned magic weapons fell into the mud. At first, some people were greedy to pick them up. Later, these coveted objects were scattered among the corpses like rubble. He was stepped on by the monks and rolled around by the blade and sword energy.

Exhausted all over, and hit by the fact of "manslaughtering their comrades", many orthodox monks resisted in a daze, and some of them woke up after hearing the screams.

——If you don’t fight, you will die here today!

Just cross the battlefield and get out of sight of these magicians!Where there is life, there is hope! !

The elite disciples of the orthodox sects attacked Youzhou this time almost in full force. Even after repeated battles and being tricked by the phantom array, the number of people left behind is still quite considerable.

It's just that in the predicament surrounded by demon cultivators, he has no intention of fighting again and is anxious to save his life.

They were panicked, especially the high-level monks.

How did things get to this point?It was supposed to be a sure-fire battle, and the world of comprehension will change in the next few decades or even hundreds of years because of this battle. The demon cultivator... should become a lost dog, with nowhere to hide, and can no longer compete with the orthodox sects for resources.

The Great Elder of Han Mingzong was buzzing in his mind, feeling that the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling.

The stinging pain from the wound barely brought him back to consciousness, and when he took a closer look, he was actually surrounded by a few Huashen Moxiu relying on the power of the magic weapon, the excited look seemed to have picked up some huge bargain of.

The Great Elder of Han Mingzong let out a roar, and four flying swords came out together, shining like a golden sun, smashing a magic weapon into pieces in an instant, and rushed out of the encirclement.

One of the demon cultivators was cut bloody by the sword qi because of carelessness, and staggered back.

"Something that's more than enough to fail!"

Venerable Lietian saw this situation from afar and was very annoyed.

"What about swallowing the moon?"

"..." Zhan Yuanqiu silently pointed to a giant snow-white dog on the west side of the battlefield.

Venerable Swallowing Moon, who had been holding back the anger for six years, was finally able to vent it. It was as if he saw whoever was biting someone, and when he encountered a paw that blocked his way, he slapped him flying, without picking his opponent at all.

The orthodox monks who were in a hurry to flee for their lives complained incessantly.

Originally, it was not easy to fight a bloody path out of the melee, but suddenly came such a monster, who did not follow the rules, making it hard for people with shallow cultivation like them!

Seeing that another young monk couldn't dodge in time, and was about to be bitten by the snow-colored giant dog, a blue light suddenly flew over, rubbing Tun Yue's nose, and the big dog turned his head in time, his eyes blazing with anger.

Looking at the source of the magic weapon, it was a white-haired old man who had the strength of the Mahayana period who intervened to save people.

Venerable Swallowing Moon doesn't know him, but it doesn't matter!The orthodox sect has a vengeance with it for destroying the family, so let's talk about it after fighting.

"Death!"

The giant snow-white dog roared, and flung out its innate supernatural powers. In an instant, the sky turned dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Only the faint light of the Yinhun Banner and the Magical Artifact illuminated the surroundings.

The corpses, screams, and the strong smell of blood make the battlefield look like a purgatory on earth.

In order to survive, the orthodox monks all gritted their teeth and fought like crazy tigers. The high-ranking monks had to protect the disciples under their sect, and slowly gathered into several pieces, struggling to fight in the heavy encirclement of the demon cultivators.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to cut down several demon cultivators, get a respite, and hope to survive.

Unlucky, I encountered a few forbidden magic formations and died immediately.

Venerable Lie Tian rubbed his chin and pointed out: "Who is this under, he has some skills!"

"...from Yuzhou."

Zhan Yuanqiu secretly blamed his senior brother, not even knowing how capable his subordinates are.

Venerable Lie Tian didn't take it seriously, since there are juniors around, it is not difficult to train such elites.

He looked at the battlefield for a moment, and his eyes fell on a brave and skilled monk, his cultivation level was not high, but he was really good——"Collect that person, and don't let him be in danger. After this battle is over, I will reward you a lot. "

Zhan Yuanqiu was powerless to remind: "My lord, this woman is a member of the Five Poisons School, and also from Yuzhou!"

"..."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Zhan Yuanqiu simply asked through voice transmission: "After the collapse of the righteous way, do you have any plans, brother?"

Venerable Lie Tian glanced at him suspiciously: "It made them huddle in their own mountain gates and dare not come out, wiped out Jizhou and Qingzhou, took all those small sects into their own, and made him a monk of the righteous way for hundreds of years. That's the right way The methods that various sects try to impose on us!"

Zhan Yuanqiu sighed: "Senior Brother, it's easy to think, aside from other things, Chen Ho will give you the position of being in charge of the world of magic?"

"This seat is the number one venerable of the demonic way." Venerable Lietian frowned.

All his life, he only listened to Huanjian's orders, and Huanjian let his junior brother make up his mind.

In his heart, Xing Litian is not the kind of person who is willing to be inferior to others and do good deeds!He didn't even think about it.

"Chen He said that he will help us find Master." Zhan Yuanqiu bet the heaviest bet.

Venerable Lietian was shaken instantly: "Is this really true?"

"Brother, there are many secrets in Chen He, you and I can't see them all. If you want to say that the general trend is the general trend, the devil's way is lucky, this is a good opportunity to change the cultivation world!" Zhan Yuanqiu persuaded.

He added worriedly: "Chen Hexiu is about to be promoted, and the Beixuan kung fu is infinitely mysterious, I'm afraid... Senior Brother may not be able to defeat him."

The cultivation world likes to use strength to speak, and those who are not as good as others naturally have no right to fight.

"Your words are exaggerated." Venerable Lietian was dissatisfied, "What is there to be afraid of, a Mahayana monk who has just been promoted?"

Zhan Yuanqiu looked at him silently.

"What?" Xing Litian became nervous consciously, turned his head to look at the opposite side, and was stunned for a moment.

Zhan Yuanqiu gave up the sound transmission, and opened his mouth and said: "The surviving generation, resist! Please also take action personally, and show some color to those 'ancestors' enshrined by righteous schools."

Moxiu next to Venerable Sky Splitter applauded immediately.

"Those guys are dying and hurting a lot of people!"

"Catch the thief first, capture the king first, take down those old things, and the battle will be settled!"

Venerable Sky Splitter looked at Chen He severely wounding an "Old Ancestor" with a strange expression. Chen He's age was not a fraction of his.

"Come with me!"

The demon cultivators suddenly agreed, and everyone's eyes were red with excitement.

Mahayana monks!It is not easy to see one on weekdays, but now as long as you are careful, you may be able to pick up the damaged magic weapon, personal belongings, and even storage bags of Mahayana monks!

Shouting and killing.

The Patriarch Qingyuan came to rescue his "friends of fellow practitioners" but failed. He was surprised to see that the magic weapon he threw seemed to have missed the target, and it slanted past Chen He's side.

Chen He's palms were bluffed, palms facing the sky, as if holding something, and his five fingers were slightly retracted.

Others only felt the spell, and the talisman was like a mud cow falling into the sea, not touching the corner of Chen He's clothes at all, but Qing Yuan Patriarch clearly felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed towards him silently, as if following Chen He's mind, it moved at will, pushing away all the people. road attack.

"This!"

Patriarch Qing Yuan was taken aback.

With his spiritual thoughts released, he couldn't clearly feel where Chen He was. The aura of heaven and earth was superimposed chaotically around him, changing constantly. This person was no different from a magic weapon or even a corpse next to him.

A tiny bit of error is a thousand miles away.

The magic tools of the monks are all driven by the spiritual power of true essence, and the target's aura changes suddenly, making it difficult to track down, so they have to fight with their own eyesight and speculation.This made the monks who were accustomed to relying on magic weapons at a loss, and their attacks repeatedly failed.

"Who are you?"

The patriarch Qing Yuan felt that Chen He was unusually unfamiliar. After thinking for a while, he managed to guess Chen He's identity, and he couldn't believe it: This is the young monk who claimed to be the blood demon junior brother?

"Look at your kung fu, you are not a demon, why do you want to help the evildoers? Belonging to the devil?" Qingyuan Patriarch never thought that the body-protecting spirit treasure he had cultivated with all his life was the first time he used it without a tribulation envoy. under such circumstances.

His vigilance is really wise.

Chen He narrowed his eyes and looked at the spiritual treasure, and knew that with his current ability, he couldn't get rid of it, even with the fire in the stone. This kind of thing that can carry the thunder calamity can consume the real essence the most.

As long as it is someone who cannot be killed by himself, Chen Ho will look at it differently: "Aid the tyrant to abuse? Under the law of heaven, what is the tyrant?"

"The demon cultivator kills innocent people indiscriminately, refines souls to make weapons, who is the king?" Qingyuan Patriarch's face showed anger.

"Who is this 'innocent'?" Chen He said slowly.

"..."

"It's monks, monsters, ghosts, everything that is not tolerated by the order of heaven."

Chen He said coldly, "They killed wantonly for the sake of refining the magic weapon, and Heaven will settle accounts with them, just like I killed the pillar of the righteous way today, overturned the general trend of the cultivation world, and disturbed the fate. If there is cause and effect, I will bear it all."

He smiled, and with a backhand palm, the aura of heaven and earth seemed to condense into a vortex, dragging the monk who was running away in a hurry, and fell back again.

"How difficult is it against the sky!"

After finishing speaking, the flames that rose suddenly engulfed the surroundings in an instant.

The screams only sounded a few times in the sea of ​​fire, and then disappeared without a trace.

The patriarch Qingyuan's eyes were about to burst: "Okay! Okay! You are from the Beixuan sect, are you here to take revenge on us?"

"You said that my kung fu is not like someone among demons, but back then you said my brother, my kung fu is weird and poisonous, he must fall into the devil's way, and his mind is crazy, catering to the rumors released by the aggregation group."

In order to avoid the fire in the stone, the ancestor of Qing Yuan took several steps back.

His cultivation level was far above Chen Ho's, but he had never encountered Chen Ho's ability to confuse the aura of heaven and earth, so he had no choice but to urge the disciples of Han Mingzong to leave quickly.

Chen He suddenly stretched out his hand, his figure was like a ghost, and firmly pinched the throat of the elder who had been severely injured by him just now, and swung his left hand out, pressing down with red flames on his fingertips, burning the elder's body as he was about to leave his body. Nascent Soul was devastated.

Patriarch Qing Yuan rushed to rescue him, but Chen He didn't fight, just threw the Nascent Soul away.

The layer of confusion that has always hindered Chen He: he is not a demon cultivator in this life, but Li Yan is a demon cultivator.If he can ascend smoothly this time, is it his surrender to Tiandao, or the failure of Tiandao chess?

just,

魔，

A thought, entangled.

"Follow the sky and follow the Tao, and go against the sky and become a devil, then I am a devil!"

After refuting Qing Yuan Patriarch, Chen He's eyes were full of radiance, his long hair was curled up, and his whole body's aura completely melted into the sky and the earth at that moment, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Stepping into the realm of immortality and mystery, Mahayana.