Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Sun Palace.

There was a crisp sound.

It was the wine cup in Ye Di's hand that fell to the ground.

The body of the gilt cup is engraved with flying phoenixes. After the cup rolled a few times on the ground, the cup touched a pair of lotus shoes.

Ye Tange squatted slightly and picked up the wine glass.

The black hair dripped from her slender neck, and the movement of leaning over to pick up the cup also looked very elegant and soft.

She handed the wine glass to the palace servants at the side to handle it, then lifted it lightly in lotus steps, walked behind Ye Di, raised her soft hands, and gently rubbed Ye Di's shoulders.

"Your Majesty, what's bothering you?"

Ye Tange said softly.

Her voice is soft and sweet, like a lark singing on a branch.

Emperor Ye said: "Ye Zixin's soul lamp is off."

Ye Tange pinched his shoulders and paused, "Elder Zixin... After becoming the Yaori Hermit Guard, he worked diligently for our clan for thousands of years, and now he is dead, it is really sad...Your Majesty, are you thinking of being a guardian for Zixin?" The elder held a family funeral?"

Ye Di snorted coldly, Ye Tange is always like this, in the ancient clan, but always cherishes the benevolence of a woman, and there are some untimely sorrows for the spring and autumn.

It's just that she is his woman after all, and she is pampered by him, as long as she doesn't violate the rules and is a little naive...it's fine.

"Tan Ge, have you forgotten that the funeral of the Ye people will be held before transforming into the Sun Yin Guard. After becoming the Sun Yin Guard, it is just a weapon." Ye Di said coldly, "It's just a weapon."

Hearing this, Ye Tange's beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of lake water, and there was a wave of light shaking slightly.

Emperor Ye continued: "The weapon is damaged, it is not worthy of your sorrow. What bothers me is why Ye Zixin died."

"I have allowed him to use the power of the holy wood. Ye Zixin himself is also a strong man who has stepped into the mortal state with half his foot. What he has to deal with is just a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken, but because of this, he doesn't know what to do." die……"

Ye Tange suddenly said: "Your Majesty, can you tell my concubine who Elder Zi Xin is going to deal with?"

Ye Di paused for a while, but didn't answer right away.

He remembered how Ye Tange cried and begged him not to force Ye Yunlan when he first signed the sacred contract. In the end, he agreed to Ye Yunlan's request, changed the contract, and crossed out the agreement that the other party would not be allowed to enter Xizhou.

He really couldn't see Ye Tange crying.

But the reason why he agreed to this was because the Yaori Hermit Guard he sent was about to arrive at Tianchi Mountain, and Ye Yunlan was already a dead person. Even if the contract was not written, after the death, naturally he would not be able to set foot on Xizhou.

It's just that the one who died now was Ye Zixin.

Ye Yunlan was born with the birth of Huang Xing and was destined to be a catastrophe for the Ye clan.

Now it seems that this catastrophe is not so easy to solve.

Ye Di felt restless in his heart, and he seemed a little impatient when faced with Ye Tange's question.

"Tan Ge, you forgot the rules again. As a member of the harem, you are not qualified to manage the affairs of the clan. Don't ask too much."

Ye Tange lowered his eyelashes, did not ask, but rubbed Emperor Ye's shoulder, and said obediently: "Okay, I understand, Your Majesty."

Emperor Ye liked her gentle appearance, and his voice softened, and said: "First? Stop rubbing, and come to me."

The beautiful woman walked in front of him as lightly as a butterfly, dressed in splendid attire, her face was picturesque, and the slender red rouge was drawn obliquely at the root of her eyelashes. She was more charming than usual, but Eyes moist as water, but still innocent and innocent.

"His Majesty?"

Ye Di's heart moved, and he pulled Ye Tange into his arms.

Ye Tange let out a soft "ah", and a pair of soft clothes climbed onto his shoulders.

The woman's body is delicate and boneless, making her throat slightly thirsty.

Ye Di's eyes were dim, and he picked up the wine jug on the table, facing Ye Tange's bright red slightly parted lips with the spout.

The emperor's crown bead curtain was lowered, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"I'm thirsty, but I don't have a wine glass at hand. Tan Ge, come and feed me a drink."

The highly concentrated wine flowed out from the jug, Ye Tange frowned slightly, and then quickly let go, taking the wine into his mouth.Her cheeks were reddened by the smell of alcohol, but her bright eyes were still staring at Ye Di.

Gentle and focused, it seems to contain infinite affection.

Ye Di looked down, thinking about it, he wanted to bend down to get the wine, but suddenly heard a burst of messy footsteps from outside the hall.

"Report—" was the guard's anxious voice.

Ye Di frowned.

Immediately, the guard said: "Your Majesty, Holy Wood, there is something wrong with the Holy Wood!"

——Tianchi Mountain.

The person who was stabbed in the heart by the thread of cause and effect turned into ashes and dissipated in the void, but the silk thread spreading around still remained.

These golden threads seem to span the distant space and come continuously from the void.

Ye Yunlan was at the center of the silk thread.

The golden color in his eyes still hasn't faded, and he is standing alone in the middle of Tianchi Mountain, with the bitter mountain wind blowing his robe.

He had just killed one person with his own hands, and there was no joy in his eyes after destroying the enemy, nor the fear and panic that ordinary people would have, only indifference.

The golden thread touched him cautiously, as if he really wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to get close.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the silk thread wrapped around his wrist, and said, "There is no need to imbue you with strength. Let you come to see me in person."

The swaying golden thread stopped, and then slowly stretched out in front of Ye Yunlan, then bent up and down, nodded like a human, but immediately swayed left and right, as if shaking his head.

Nodding and shaking his head, the expression was very messy.

"Oh?" However, Ye Yunlan looked down at the silk thread, but seemed to understand its meaning, and said, "You mean, this passage to the void is blocked by an enchantment, and the opening is too small to allow your body to come through completely..."

He looked into the distance for a long time, and said lightly.

"The enchantment of Demon Imperial City was originally set up by me."

He raised the hand that was covered with thin golden thread, sharp nails protruded from the white and slender fingertips, and the golden pupil shrank to the needle tip.

He stared at the void, but it seemed as if he was crossing the void, staring at an extremely distant point, and then scratched his fingernails, tearing open a dark and deep crack.

——In the eastern part of Xizhou, the place where the sun rises is where the Guangming Mountains are located.

The Yaori Palace is located at the highest point of the Guangming Mountains. In front of the mountain is the Yaori Imperial Capital, which is also the largest city in Xizhou "Guangming City". Behind the mountain is a deep valley, which is usually blocked by the Yaori army, and ordinary people cannot enter.

This deep valley is the land of the Ye clan.

Only those with the blood of the Ye clan can enter the land of the Ye clan, which contains the rich heritage of the entire ancient family.

In the center of the Ye clan, there is an extremely tall Fengwu tree. It is clearly at the bottom of a deep valley, but it still grows as if it can cover the sky and the sun. Its leaves are blood red, as if soaked in blood, and the edges glow with golden light. Clear blood jade.

Numerous leaves hang from the trunk, as if gathered into a burning cloud.

It’s just that there is a thick and thick branch in the clouds, but there is no leaf, and it looks a little abrupt, as if... waiting for someone to inhabit.

This is the most heavily guarded place among the Ye clan.

Wearing a sacred mask, the armored Ye people surrounded the holy wood guards.

People from the Ye tribe who walked by the sacred tree would stop, put their palms together reverently, and bow.

In the distance, a fire luan flew up into the sky, making a crisp cry.

Relying on the barrier set up by the demon lord Shenhuang back then and the protection of the holy wood, the land of the Ye clan is almost the most peaceful place in the entire practice world.

Even though the practice world has encountered several catastrophes in the past ten thousand years, it still does not affect the tranquility of the Ye clan.

Ye Jian is a holy wood guard.

He has guarded the holy wood for more than twenty years.When he was transferred to guard the holy wood, it was the second day after the birth of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ye Clan.

The holy wood is as tall and straight as it was more than 20 years ago, as if it has not changed at all.

Ye Jian's whole body was wrapped in armor, and his eyes exposed outside the mask were cold and sober, no different from his companions around him.

But in his heart, he yawned quietly.

Guarding the same place day in and day out, even the most sacred thing, can get tiring.

And, if there is no accident, his whole life will stay here.

No wonder, he thought, so many of his comrades wanted to become Sunguards after they died.

It was already so boring in life, and it is also an enviable pleasure to be able to go out of the clan to fight after death.

However, even if I feel tired in my heart.However, Ye Jian never hoped that something would happen to Shengmu.

After all, the Demon Emperor has become a legend, but the holy wood has been with the Ye people for thousands of years, and is the patron saint in the hearts of the Ye people.

Ye Jian's eyes suddenly widened.

"Then... what is that?" He asked tremblingly.

In the high void, a black crack opened, and the inside was deep and cold, and it was unknown where it led.

Space cracks are not uncommon.Most of the cultivators who can reach the stage of transforming gods can open it, the difference is that the distance to it is far or near.

Moreover, although cultivators in the stage of transforming gods are already considered powerful in the outside world, it is not uncommon among families that inherit ancient bloodlines—even because of the power contained in the bloodlines, their young patriarchs were born into gods.

The only problem is that this crack in the void opened in the land of the Ye clan.

——Even the strong in the metamorphosis stage cannot enter the Ye Clan clan by opening the space crack.

This is a little scary.

The guards next to him have already reacted and shouted: "There is an enemy attack!"

Ye Jian also reacted, picked up the weapon in his hand, and stared at the crack in the void like an enemy.

What will come out of it?

Is the Xingyue Dynasty completely turned against the ancient fierce beasts sent by the Xingyue Dynasty, or is it that other ancient families joined forces to attack the Ye Clan?Or is it a hidden power who has a grudge against the Ye clan?

However, the pitch-black crack just opened there quietly, without any movement.

The one who moved was Shengmu Fengwu.

Shengmu Fengwu emitted a burst of strong golden light, which was not as warm as before, but made their eyes sore.

Ye Jian was overjoyed.

Did Shengmu take the initiative to protect them?

The panic in his heart due to the sudden change dissipated a lot.

But saw a huge golden light rushing into the pitch-black space crack, and the two collided with each other—but the crack still existed quietly.

The golden light is getting more and more, but the cracks are as motionless as a mountain.

It wasn't until the golden light completely entered that the crack dissipated on its own, as if it had never appeared before.

The guards looked at each other.

Ye Jian looked up along with the other guards.

He felt that something seemed to have changed in the holy wood.

It was a strange feeling that couldn't be described, but suddenly there was a strange sadness in his heart, as if he had lost something forever.

The guard next to him poked him with a spear, "What are you still doing in a daze, go and tell His Majesty about this!"

He had no choice but to rush to the Sun Palace.

Without having time to call the gate guards to communicate, he ran into the palace and said, "Your Majesty, there is something wrong with the holy wood, the holy wood!"

There was a piercing sound.

The long-necked wine jug rolled to his feet.

Ye Di got up from his seat, his eyes were very gloomy, "Tell me, what happened to the holy wood that made you hurry?"

There is still a woman lying on the throne? Ye Jian realized that he seems to have disturbed His Majesty's good business...

He didn't dare to look any further, and hurriedly told Emperor Ye everything about the holy wood.

When he followed Ye Di back to the clan's land, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Feng Wu was actually... falling leaves.

Countless blood-red leaves are flying in the air, like a never-ending red rain falling.

However, Fengwu is an immortal tree, which has spread for thousands of years, and even gave birth to spiritual wisdom. It has always been lush and lush, so how could it suddenly lose its leaves?

Ye Jian was panicked and restless.

Soon, the priests and elders of the Ye clan also arrived.

Among them was a crooked figure, which he recognized, was the oldest high priest in the clan.

He didn't know the name of the high priest, because the high priest was too old and highly respected in the clan. People only called him the high priest, but no one mentioned his name.

The high priest walked forward wearing a heavy robe, and the sacred mask was engraved with more noble patterns than any of them, mysterious and complicated.

He clasped his palms together, bowed and bowed, and recited an ancient mantra.

"On the holy tree, please show up the tree spirit and meet the old man."

"But please show me the tree spirit..."

Accompanied by the sound of chanting, all the priests around closed their palms and bowed their heads in prayer.

Ye Jian saw Ye Di standing beside him, watching with his hands behind his back.

A beautiful and gentle woman dressed in fancy clothes and with exquisite makeup leaned on Ye Di.

That woman? He had the impression that she was the granddaughter of the high priest. She was tested for her blood talent at birth. She lived in the Spiritual Pagoda next to the sacred tree in the clan site and was raised as the bride of the clan's successor.

Before he became the guard of the holy wood, he was the guard of the Spiritual Pagoda.

Back then, he had been far outside the Spirit Pagoda, and had caught a glimpse of the young heir bride sitting in the tallest room of the tower, with her face sideways, holding a wooden comb and quietly combing her hair in front of the window.

Even though it was just a side face without makeup, it was still so beautiful that it made his soul sway at a glance, and he can't forget it till now.

The leaves of the holy wood are still falling.

The priests were praying, but during the long wait, the leaves of the sacred tree that covered the sky and the sun still slowly became barren after all.

In the end, only the brown branches remained.

The sun was shining fiercely in the sky, without the shelter of the shade of the trees, Ye Jian's body was slowly sweating, and he was so hot that he even felt a little dizzy.

But he couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.

The leaves of Fengwu have all fallen.

As for Feng Wu's Yu Yin, those protections that Feng Wu once left for the Ye Clan...do they still exist?

Ye Jian didn't dare to think deeply.

But just looking at Ye Di's livid face is enough to get a glimpse of the truth.

The chants of the priests stopped.

They looked at each other a few times, both sweating and afraid to speak.

Only the high priest was still standing under the tree, praying alone, with a stooped figure.

Ye Di waved away the people around him, motioned for a priest to come over, and said calmly, "What happened to the holy wood?"

The priest trembled and said: "Your Majesty, we have tried our best to summon the holy tree spirit, but...the tree spirit has not responded for a long time. I heard the guards in the clan said that there was a gap in the enchantment of the Fangcai clan, allowing outsiders to invade. We Guess, the sacred wood tree spirit lived in the clan for a long time, maybe it was unwilling to be lonely, and ran away with outsiders... ran away!"

Ye Di could hear the veins throbbing in his temples.

The priest said: "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Ye Di: "Divinate me immediately where the holy tree spirit is. No matter what the price is, the tree spirit must be brought back!"

——After Ye Yunlan raised his hand to tear open the gap, the golden light in his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot.

He didn't care.

After all, the current power in his body is only the infusion of external force after all, and the power that really belongs to him has not yet been found.

But this time, he cast the spell across the entire continent from Central Continent to Western Continent, and forcibly opened the barrier of the Ye clan, which consumed a lot, as he expected.

Intense golden light flows out from the pitch-black gap.

If it was a thin golden thread seeping out from the void before, now it is a beam of light almost as thick as a wrist, continuously extending from the crack.

It's just that the shape has changed, but the nature is still the same, and it is still very close to him.Some of them tentatively seemed to want to get close to his cheeks, but he turned his face away to avoid them.

"If you want to stay by my side, you have to transform yourself."

he said.

After listening to those golden threads, they stood up and nodded towards him, reluctantly leaving him, gathered and intertwined together, forming a golden cluster.

Ye Yunlan didn't look at it, and continued to focus on the black space crack in front of him.

The spells performed across the entire continent are extremely exhausting and cannot be distracted.

He didn't let go until the golden light completely passed through the crack.

The crack slowly closed.

At the same time, the gold in his eyes was slowly fading away.

A golden thread came over and touched his hand again, as if asking what he meant.

He said, "No need."

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the vast world.

Tianchi Mountain is the highest mountain in Central Continent. Even if it is only halfway up the mountain, you can still see the magnificent mountains and rivers around it.

"Beautiful...the world." He murmured, then closed his eyes and fell back.Gold threads rushed in and intertwined into a net, supporting his body.

On the side, something entwined with golden light has slowly revealed its shape.

Then cautiously, he approached the person who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

——Buddha Pagoda.

Darkness gathered in the sky, and thunder roared.

Fawu is surrounded by immeasurable Buddha light.

With the blessing of Zhou Tian Xingdou Great Formation composed of thousands of monks, his strength has surpassed that of the mortal, and he has infinitely approached the legendary Void Stepping Realm.

It's not just him, but the two people who are also in the cardinal position of the Great Formation like him think the same.

Throughout the ages, there has never been any monster that can attract monks in the entire cultivation world to fight so violently, but the Demon Lord... is not an ordinary demon cultivator after all.

The Daoist sect had been defeated once a hundred years ago. At that time, the cultivation world suffered a catastrophe, and the demon king went crazy, bloodbathed almost the entire Northern Territory.

This time, there must be no mistakes.

The comprehension world can no longer bear the blood flowing into rivers again.

They are extremely well prepared.

And Demon Venerable has obviously been caught in the trick, losing most of his power, what he wants to stop now is the opponent's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, to prevent Demon Venerable from making a comeback again.

Just why, there is still a strong sense of unknown? Filled in his heart.

Fa Wu watched Mozun standing in the center of the formation with the man who was skinny like a ghost on his back, with shadows swaying and swaying on the soles of his feet.

A sudden chill came to my heart.

He threw out the beads in his hand and said, "Don't wait any longer, do it!"

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation was launched, and countless monks gathered in the formation with burning spiritual power in their bodies.

Fa Wu threw the green Buddhist beads in his hand, and the beads shattered and turned into huge green lotuses, overwhelmingly attacking the two people in the center of the formation!

But he saw the Demon Lord raised his head, and his scarlet eyes stabbed straight at him, with undisguised malice inside.

The law is creepy.

The lotus exploded!

In the violent energy fluctuations, only the demon's body was dissipated inch by inch into flying ash, and only those eyes full of malice stayed in Fa Wu's heart.

When the strong light dissipated, only one figure remained in the center of the formation.

That figure lay quietly on its side in the formation, its appearance was like that of an evil spirit, but it was emaciated and seemed to have passed out.

There wasn't a single scar on his body.

It was the Demon Lord who used his demon body to forcibly block the blow that was almost in the void.

Even if his cultivation base is self-sealed, the Demon Lord's physical body is still in the metamorphosis stage, and it is not surprising that Fa Wu can withstand this blow.

But could Demon Lord really be solved so easily by them?

"Could it be the Heavenly Demon disintegrating Dafa?" Fa Wu suddenly said, "The Demon Lord wants to escape, stop him—" The formation changed.

Countless starlight turned into threads, sealing off the void, searching for traces of ghosts in the void.

At the same time, the monks in the formation also released the power of their souls to search, so as not to let the magic thoughts have a chance to escape.

"He didn't escape." Chen Weiyuan's voice suddenly came from the big formation, almost firmly saying, "The bait is still there, he won't escape."

Fa Wu thought for a while, observed intently, and saw a few strands of black devilish energy floating around the skinny figure in the center of the formation, as if they were nostalgic and refused to leave.

No surprises.

They searched for traces of the Demon Lord, but they ignored the center of the formation.

Who would have thought that Mozun really didn't seem to leave.

Chen Weiyuan said: "Continue to do it."

Fawu: "But..."

That is your Taoist companion after all, just now you said you want to intercede for him?

"But what?" Chen Weiyuan asked.

At this moment, he is hiding in the formation.Fa Wu is the person in charge of the formation, and Ji Suyue, the suzerain of Tianzong, is in the big formation, but he is the one who really controls all the subtle changes in the formation.

Few people know that the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation is an ancient formation method inherited by the Chen Clan.

But at this moment, his hand holding the astrolabe trembled unconsciously.

He looked down at his hand as if puzzled, and quickly put the other hand on it to stop the trembling, and said calmly: "The Demon Lord is there, and his body is broken at this moment, and it is the weakest time." , if you don’t do it, when will you wait?”

Fa Wudao: "Since Benefactor Chen said so, let's do it."

The power of the formation gathered again, Fa Wu looked at the skinny man on the ground and frowned.Although he followed the alternative way of stopping killing by killing in Buddhism, there was still compassion in his heart.

With just this hesitation, a black phantom appeared in the center of the formation.

It's Mozun.

It doesn't seem to be a demon.

It seemed that something extremely vicious had been released.

The phantom leaned over and picked up the skinny man on the ground again, and the meandering devilish energy continuously gushed out from the soles of his feet, wrapping around the skinny man and blending with it thoroughly.

Fa Wu felt something was wrong, but before he could do anything, the one who took him a step first was the tribulation thunder that descended from the sky!

That Jielei was extremely strong, and he didn't leave any time for mercy and preparation.

The phantom looked up.

Its whole body is hidden in the deep darkness, only the scarlet eyes remain.

"Shura."

Its voice was deep and hoarse, but there was something unsettlingly eerily insane about it.

Almost in the next moment, a blood-red fierce sword tore through the blockade of the formation and appeared in front of him.

The sword body is slender, and the hilt is engraved with the shapes of countless evil spirits, and there are endless murderous aura wrapped around this sword?.

The phantom held it.

Then, he waved the Asura Sword against Lei Jie.

I couldn't see the collision clearly, I only heard the screams of countless ghosts.

The dazzling thunder and lightning passed by, and Fa Wu's pupils constricted.

The phantom stood in place, its expression covered by thick darkness.

It was unharmed.

But amidst the screams of countless ghosts, its hoarse and perverse laugh was mixed in, resounding amidst the thunder and lightning.

"You say you want to suppress real demons..."

"Then come, I'm looking forward to it—" It laughed more and more surlyly, "I'm looking forward to using your deaths to fulfill the magic way of the Supreme Lord—" Between the wild world and the earth, there is suddenly endless darkness rushing Into his body - those are the evil thoughts, hostility, and ghosts that have been deposited in this world for countless years... including all the filthy things that people can think of.

"It's not enough..." it hoarsely said, its scarlet eyes turned to the ground under its feet.

The armies of the ancient clans under the formation tower suddenly became chaotic.

Countless black demonic energy sprang out from the shadows under their feet, climbing up their bodies like vines.

The soldiers screamed and howled in panic, some of them couldn't dodge.The heart was pierced by the devil's energy, and he lost his vitality.

But even at this point, he could not rest in peace, but was manipulated by the demonic energy like a puppet, raised the weapon in his hand... and chopped off his companion's head.

The chaos breeds more negative energy, which gathers towards the top of the Stupa, almost forming a black tornado.

And the Demon Lord stands at the top of the tornado, his body is like a bottomless container, absorbing all the filthy and evil thoughts.

The cultivators in the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation looked at the tragic situation on the ground, and many of them let out angry cries.

"Stop him!"

"Stop this monster!"

"We can't let him kill him anymore!"

Cold sweat dripped from Fa Wu's forehead, these monks who were in the big formation but did not really confront the Demon Venerable did not know that the Demon Venerable in front of him... no, the feeling this monster gave him was different from when he confronted the Demon Venerable in the past The number of times is different.

Even when the Demon Lord went mad and killed in the Northern Territory back then, the fear it brought to him was not the same as it is today, which made him feel terrified.

It was as if what he was facing was not a person, but a demon that was born purely to kill and disrupt the world...

And what frightened him even more was that amidst such killings, that demon... was still getting stronger!

Fa Wu's fingertips holding the beads were cold.A cold voice suddenly appeared in my ear, "The devil is good at confusing the mind, there is no law, you shouldn't open your eyes."

It is Ji Suyue, the patriarch of Tianzong.

Fa Wu was startled when he opened his eyes unexpectedly.

In the Dharma he practiced, everything in the world is intoxicating to the eyes, so it is necessary to eliminate the eyesight in order to observe the precepts.

He quickly closed his eyes, and silently recited the mantra of clearing his mind, finally calming himself down.

He heard a sword cry.

Different from the Shura Sword's hoarse sword cry that sounded like an evil ghost's whisper, this sword cry was clearer and louder, like a ray of cold sunlight smashing evil.

It is Ji Suyue's Taiqing Crossing Sword.

It is rumored that the Taiqing Crossing Evil Sword can kill all evil spirits.

Fa no peace of mind.

Ji Suyue was different from him and Chen Weiyuan.The other party is the first person in this world to reach transformation in hundreds of years, and has been famous for more than two hundred years.It has always occupied the first place in the list, until now.

Compared to Ji Suyue, both he and Chen Weiyuan are just juniors.

He knew that even without relying on the big formation, Ji Suyue's strength was infinitely close to that of Ta Xu, only one step away.

Ji Suyue had already drawn his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the phantom.

His white hair and crane cloak fluttered in the wind, and the scene under his feet was like Shura's purgatory, but his face remained calm.

Fawu guessed right, his ruthless? Dao is indeed close to Mahayana, and his realm is infinitely close to Taxu.

It was just a finishing touch, but it has trapped him for more than 100 years.

And in this Zhou Tian Xing Dou big formation, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is out of touch.

A blue sword light piercing the sky blatantly struck!

The phantom standing in the black tornado raised his eyes, and a dark red sword light bloomed on the Shura sword, mixed with countless resentful souls and hostility, and went towards the sword light.

With a loud bang, the two sword lights collided and then dissipated at the same time.

Blood dripped from Ji Suyue's lips.

The phantom's figure became more and more distorted in the black air and became a little unreal.

Ji Suyue raised her hand expressionlessly to wipe off the blood from her lips, and then said suddenly, "How can you know my Tianzong's swordsmanship, he taught you?"

Mozun didn't answer, but raised the blood-red tip of Shura Sword and pointed at Ji Suyue.

Sword light vertically and horizontally.

Numerous void cracks spread.

Fa Wu realized that he had no room to intervene. He was afraid of interfering with Ji Suyue's sword intent, and he was also afraid of being contaminated with the blood energy of the Mozun Shura's sword, causing Zhou Tianxing to be traumatized.

The formation of the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation requires at least the support of three shedding mortals, thirty crossing catastrophes, three thousand transformation gods, and 3 yuan of infant monks.

Without the protection of the large formation, the people on the ground who were attacked and killed by the devil energy would be the fate of the monks in the sky.

He thought of the words of the Demon Venerable before - looking forward to using their deaths to achieve his supreme? Demonic way, and felt shuddering.

In the eyes of the opponent, the countless monks who came to encircle and suppress this time are just the opponent's food!

During the battle, the blood-red sword flashed across Ji Suyue's hilt.A thing fell down.

That thing reached the palm of the Demon Lord.

It is a simple and simple token.

Moying suddenly said: "It's the smell of a demon."

Ji Suyue: "What did you say?"

"I feel it," Mo Ying said with a grinning smile, "There is your inner demon on the surface."

After that, Pharaoh didn't know what happened.

When he came to his senses, Ji Suyue lost his mind for some reason, and fell straight into a crack in the void and disappeared.

Zhou Tian Xingdou's formation lacked a stage of transformation, and it began to crumble.

"Now that the trouble is solved," Specter raised his hand, "Then, it's time for the deity... to have a full meal, right?"

A river of blood suddenly descended from the sky and flowed, connecting the sky and the earth.

There are countless corpses floating in the blood river, and the clothes worn by the corpses are old and new.There are also countless ferocious human faces emerging on the surface of the river, roaring unwillingly.

The river of blood flowed down to the pagoda, washing away the people on the ground. Countless people fell into the river, struggling and screaming, and were pulled by their hands and ankles by the wraiths in the river, and dragged into the bottom of the river.

Fa looked at it without fear, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

When he was besieging the Demon Lord before, he had never seen such a terrifying river of blood—there were so many evil things that had accumulated resentful spirits and dead souls.

With such actions, even if the Demon Venerable could not be completely killed this time, the Demon Venerable would definitely be punished by heaven in the future.

No, God's punishment has already arrived.

The electric light of the catastrophe flickered.

But the blood river flows in the sky? The world, runs through the entire Zhoutian star formation, even if it is struck by thunder, it will be wiped out by the boundless resentment, but the long and endless blood river seems to have not diminished at all.

"How many remnants of resentment and remnants have you swallowed—" Moying watched the monks dying in the river of blood with great interest, and said with a hoarse smile, "Are you surprised?"

"Let me think about it, how many evil souls have I swallowed under the demon abyss in those years—" "One hundred thousand? One million? Tens of millions?"

The monster shrouded in darkness was floating in the void of the night, its appearance and clothes could not be seen at all, only two spots of scarlet blood could be seen in the eyes, like a flame that was constantly flickering and burning in the darkness, or flowing Swirling blood.

It sticks out its fingers.

The finger was shrouded in darkness, with extremely long black nails extending out, looking eerie and terrifying.

Its fingertips are bent, and it seems to be counting.

After a while, it tilted its head and said.

"I...can't remember clearly."

Seeing Zhou Tian's star array collapse, Fa Wu was hit hard by the backlash and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The formation was shattered, and no one could stop the monster anymore.

he thought desperately.

The blood river spanned the sky, and the monster stepped out of the pagoda in the black air, and the blood river followed him to spread on the land of Xizhou.

Fa Wu held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and was about to rush up to stop them, but heard a voice behind him.

"There's no need to chase."

Chen Weiyuan's voice was calm, he held the astrolabe and looked down.

At this moment, there is only one white stone left in the center of the astrolabe.

"Don't worry, we didn't lose."

He picked up the chess piece and said.

The monsters in mid-air seemed to have sensed something, and their scarlet eyes pierced towards them, with evil thoughts surging in them, especially Chen Weiyuan.

The tumbling river of blood was about to overturn the two of them, but in the next moment, Chen Weiyuan crushed the chess piece in his hand, and his figure disappeared into the void.

Only Yu Fawu opened his eyes in despair, watching the blood river approaching—submerging the top of his head.

——It has been a long, long time since it has sucked power so freely.

Endless power flows into its body from the blood river, and at the same time, what enters is the unwillingness, resentment, and obsession of countless resentful souls after their deaths.

Those things screamed and wailed in its mind, and only by continuing to kill could those things calm down a bit.

However, it seems to have forgotten something.

...what is it?

When thinking of this question for the third time, it became a little irritable.

It was more irritable than not being able to continue killing.

It stopped, intending to figure out what it had forgotten.

It raised its hand, and the devilish energy formed a small black boat on the blood river, and it slowly landed on the boat?.

In the river of blood are the screams and howls of the resentful souls.

It doesn't find those sounds pleasant, nor does it find them unpleasant.

It's like listening to the sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, and the noise of people in the world.

It's all very common and used to things.

It wanted to sit down on the boat, but was blocked for a while.

It was a little surprised to find that it seemed to be carrying something on its back.

The thing was rolled and rolled by it with magic energy, and it was tightly attached to it, almost integrated, so it didn't realize that it had something on its back.

Countless resentments in the body were screaming, clamoring to kill, it became more irritable, and said in a low voice: "Shut up."

Resentment, however, has no consciousness and does not shut up in fear of it.

It had no choice but to hold back its hostility, and untied the devilish energy on its back round and round.

What exactly is it——it holds the thing in its arms and examines it.

is an individual.

Although it looks like a monster.

But really personal.

very skinny.

It didn't look tasty.

It judges.

Although human beings are not its food, human hostility and resentment are.

Logically speaking, it should throw this person into the river of blood, turn this person into a resentful soul, and turn it into strength to enter its body.

But...it smells so good.

it got here