The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

A monk came from behind. He was wearing a slightly thin red cassock. He had gentle eyebrows and eyes. His palm brushed across Wen Qing's body, and finally landed on Wen Qing's chest. He frowned and looked at Lin Zizheng shaking. Shaking his head: "The benefactor has a high level of cultivation, why should he abolish the other party's cultivation level as soon as he makes a move, I'm afraid it's too ruthless."

Hearing this, Qin Mo hooked Wen Qing's wrist and found that the aura in his body had dissipated.Qin Mo's body became colder and colder. He had seen Lin Zizheng's ruthlessness before, so what else could he expect from him.

Wen Qing held Qin Mo's arm with his backhand, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Lin Zizheng saw that Qin Mo lowered his head and didn't respond to him, and saw that the monk blocked Wen Qing and Qin Mo behind him, which seemed to be protective, so he couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile on his face: "Don't worry about it!" No business."

The expression on the monk's face remained the same, he just clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the monks have compassion in mind, and the poor monk can't watch the donor do more and more wrong."

Lin Zizheng laughed back in anger: "I'm courting death."

As his words fell, a strange red light flashed on the spear, and a thick murderous aura rose from the whole pool of blood, together with the coercion emanating from Lin Zizheng, it pressed on the opposite monk. past.

The monk's expression finally changed. He clearly felt the murderous aura on Lin Zizheng's body. Under this silver gun, his whole body was suppressed.

Seeing that the spear was about to hit his forehead, the monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly formed a seal with his hands erected on his chest. A golden disc formed in front of him, and greeted Lin Zizheng's spear.

The golden light shone on the disk, and at this moment, it seemed to completely block Lin Zizheng's attack.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore, benefactor, you..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a shock all over his body, and a powerful force shot out from the tip of the spear and rushed directly into his body. Yihua took two steps back abruptly.

At this moment, there was a loud noise on the edge of the blood pool that had been silent all this time.After those orthodox monks broke the formation, some of them were entangled with the demon cultivators, and some of them had already come here.

Seeing the many monks lying on the ground, and looking at the big pit full of bloody smell, although they didn't see the real appearance of the blood pool, they could all guess the specific situation before.

Those monks' faces were gloomy, and they wished to cut the magician into pieces.Seeing Lin Zizheng in front, one of the disciples at the front yelled angrily: "Take your life."

The magic weapon in his hand flickered, turned into a lot of light and shadow in an instant, and blasted towards Lin Zizheng's head.Lin Zizheng didn't pay much attention to this monk, who was only at the stage of spiritual solitude, and he dodged the attack with a flash of his figure.

At the same time, more and more people gathered here.Even the four palace lords, Qingxue and Blackbone Old Man, were forced to retreat to the edge of the blood pool.Opposite them were the three tall men.

Their strength at this moment was perfect at the Nascent Soul stage, and the three of them shot together, suppressing the four palace masters so that they could not fight back.They obviously also saw the scene below. Unlike those young disciples, they have lived for many years and still have some understanding of the blood pool in the demon world.

Fei Chenzi frowned, and anger flashed across his face.Before the Thousand Transformation Formation was broken by his disciple Qing Yang, he felt complacent. Seeing this scene now, he immediately yelled: "The Demon Cultivator is really cruel, merciless and shameless." After saying that, he attacked them, and the others The two followed closely behind.

Qingxue and the others were horrified, resisting the opponent's attack in a somewhat embarrassed manner.Wiping the blood from his lips, facing the crisis of life and death, he didn't care too much, and shouted to Lin Zizheng below: "Lin Zizheng, do you want to watch us die?"

Lin Zizheng waved away the monks in front of him, glanced at Qin Mo who was already being protected by many righteous monks, frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally went to Qingxue's side.

The three of Feichenzi didn't take Lin Zizheng seriously, not to mention their real strength, even if they were at the peak of the fairy A Yuanying stage, they didn't have to worry about a mere Jindan stage magic cultivator.

But after the fight, they knew that their predictions were wrong. Although this demon cultivator was only at the golden core stage, he had endless magic weapons. What was even more frightening was that the magic formulas he used were so powerful that they faintly suppressed them all. up.

Fei Chenzi exchanged glances with Luo Jin and Mo Shui who were beside him, and then they all exchanged glances, and then they became more aggressive.Their eyes are like knives, extremely sharp, and the magic weapon in their hands is shining brightly. Today, they must let these demon cultivators know how powerful they are.

There was blood all over the sky, and a thick murderous aura spread around. Seeing the blood spurting everywhere, Qin Mo handed the elixir in his hand to the seriously injured monk beside him.

Although there are many demon cultivators here, their strength is around the foundation building stage, and they are not as good as the orthodox monks on the opposite side. After a while, they are all at the bottom, and they can see the trend of defeat.

Qingxue spat out another mouthful of blood, looking at the demon cultivator who was falling down, his eyes were red, and his heart was dripping with blood. They were all from his Beigong.Looking at the few people fighting in front of him, he said in a daze, "What should I do?"

what to do?This is the voice of all the demon cultivators present.

With a flick of his wrist, he deflected Feichenzi's attack from the opposite side, and the spear in Lin Zizheng's hand stabbed at Feichenzi's body at a very tricky angle.Several rays of light rose from Feichenzi's body, and the rays of light surrounded his side, blocking Lin Zizheng's attack.

Lin Zizheng was not annoyed that Fei Chenzi was not hurt. Holding the spear, he moved his eyes and said, "Here we come."

What's coming?The few people around him were all taken aback.With anger on his face, Fei Chenzi mocked, "Don't play tricks..." Before he finished the last word "xu", his face froze.

On the edge of the blood pool, a cloud boat is getting closer and closer, even if it is far away, you can feel a strong coercion from it.

Lin Zizheng turned the spear in his hand, looked at Yun Zhou, and said lightly, "People from the Central Demon Realm."

The faces of Fei Chenzi and the three of them were not good-looking. They didn't pay attention to these people from the Demon Realm before, so only the three of them came here.Unexpectedly, the magic cultivator of the Central Demon Realm would also participate in this matter.

Fei Chenzi took out a communication talisman and quickly crushed it, and he quickly ran towards the direction of the flying boat, swiping the long sword in his hand, turning into thousands of sword shadows and attacking the cloud boat.

Mo Shui and Luo Jin were stopped by Qingxue and others with happy faces.

Being attacked by Feichenzi's flying sword, the cloud boat swayed, and then stopped in the air. The next moment, many demon cultivators rushed out of the cloud boat.

Seeing this scene, Feichenzi's eyes were serious, and then his figure flashed, and he landed among the crowd below, and made a gesture to Mo Shui and Luo Jin, and when they stood beside him , he frowned, and coldly ordered: "Set up the formation!"

As soon as the voice fell, the righteous monks who were fighting with the demon cultivator stopped moving and came behind him one after another. Each of them clenched their weapons and stood in a fixed position.

Before coming to the Demon Realm, they also made some preparations, and this formation of ten thousand people was one of them.

Looking at the imposing demon cultivator on the opposite side, Fei Chenzi flashed, stood at the top of the formation, stretched out his hand, and the cultivator in the formation

The warrior's aura suddenly became fierce, and the magic weapons in their hands gathered into a dazzling light, soaring into the sky here, directly covering the demon cultivator on the opposite side.

The orthodox monks took one position, and the spiritual power in their bodies circulated rapidly, forming a long sword that soared to the sky, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the demon cultivator in front of him.

At the same time, Fei Chenzi, Luo Jin and Mo Shui rushed towards each other again.But this time, they automatically ignored the four Qingxue people, and directly rushed towards the leaders of the Central Demon Realm.

Intimidated by the opponent's formation, the movements of the demon cultivators became difficult, but they all grew up in the barren demon world after experiencing countless blood. Although they suffered from the formation, they were in a stalemate with the righteous monks together.

The previous fight with Fei Chenzi and the three of them had consumed a lot of energy of the four of Qingxue. At this moment, they did not participate in the battle between the two sides, but stood behind the crowd and slowly adjusted their breath.

The black-bone old man's consciousness suddenly went into a trance, his eyes fell on Qin Mo in the distance, and a voice sounded in his ears, full of bewitching meaning: "The thousand transformations were broken because of him ..."

The eyes of the black-boned old man slowly turned red, he clenched the giant black bone in his hand, and a flame ignited in his heart, yes, it was all because of him, the Thousand Changes Formation was broken, it was all because of him...

The next moment, the figure of the black-boned old man flew out, and the black bone in his hand was raised high, hitting Qin Mo hard on the head.

"Qin Mo, be careful." Seeing this scene, Ling Yun, who was sitting on the ground adjusting his breath, suddenly changed and shouted.

Qin Mo was dressed in white clothes, with a long sword in his hand like a rainbow, and he swung his sword backwards. At the same time, his primordial power condensed into hundreds of thin swords, and attacked the black-boned old man.The black-boned old man already had the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage, and under his pressure, Qin Mo struggled to resist.