Proud God

"Big Dipper boy, take Ye'er back to find Dad!" Dongfang Di roared, and then the Heavenly Wolf Sword slashed out, drawing a huge crack on the ground, and hitting one of the ghost cultivators.

Dongfang Di is in the mid-stage of Golden Core, and he was just one step away from entering the later stage. The ghost cultivator, in Dongfang Di's blow, couldn't dodge it. He slammed on his body, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his body was blown away uncontrollably.

Dongfang Di hit with anger, not to mention a ghost cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core, even a ghost cultivator at the middle stage of Golden Core, he could only dodge it.

Dongfang Wu was also angry, chasing his nephew along the way, but what he saw was that his nephew was almost killed. If something happened to Ye'er, how would they have the face to meet the youngest and explain to their father!

"Dare to touch people from my Dongfang family, who gave you the guts!" Dongfang Wu's true vitality was agitated, and his already strong body was now even more magnified.

I saw a pair of gloves on his fists, and the gloves radiated red light, shining on Dongfang Wu's face, which was incomparably weird.

Dongfang Di forced one of the ghost cultivators back with a sword, and then felt the red light with a soaring evil spirit. He was slightly surprised that the third brother used the Wuming glove.

Blood energy hit the surrounding trees, making a rustling sound, and Dongfang Wu stepped out, leaving a deep footprint on the ground in an instant.

The face of the ghost cultivator in the mid-Gold Core stage flashed ferociously, because he felt the terror of the other party, the fear that came from the bottom of his heart, and kept hitting him.

The skeleton cane in his hand emitted a deep and dark light. He was going to do his best, but the other party made him terrified. He didn't know why it happened, but he knew that he would probably explain it here this time.

The ghost cultivator kept chanting incomprehensible incantations, and then, in front of him, a portal appeared. This portal was also extremely dark, with ghost characters faintly engraved on the door, and then the portal slowly opened. The door was opened, and the cold breath overflowed from the door.

Corpses wearing armor came out of the portal one by one. These are corpse soldiers. Legend has it that there is a world in the world called the underworld. No one has ever entered this underworld, because this underworld can only be entered after death.

And these soldiers are said to be from the underworld.

There were more and more soldiers, and every soldier exuded a strong death breath, and as soon as they appeared, they attacked Dongfang Wu.

The red light on Dongfang Wu's face became even more intense. He raised his hand slightly, and then punched out. In an instant, a corpse soldier was smashed into pieces and turned into dust. Dongfang Wu's fists blasted out one after another. The soldiers continued to shatter with one punch after another. In the end, even the portal was directly shattered under Dongfang Wu's terrifying attack.

The ghost cultivator spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and the door was smashed, so he was naturally injured.

Not giving the ghost cultivator a chance to escape, Dongfang Wujue stepped forward and blasted the ghost cultivator's head with one punch, blood burst out, Dongfang Di saw a soul quickly escape from the ghost cultivator's body, but , Dongfang Wu waved his hand and directly crushed that soul.

"My family will not let you go..." This was the last voice of that ghost cultivator in this world.

After Dongfang Di killed the two ghost cultivators with a sword, he saw that Dongfang Wu had already killed the ghost cultivator, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. In fact, that temperament, that temperament has completely changed, from a fighting madman to a bloodthirsty madman!

In a short time, three ghost cultivators died, and even the leader became a dead soul. No, even the soul was scattered, making the rest of the ghost cultivators terrified. The realm of the two was higher than them. Even the leader has been killed, how can they continue to fight?There is absolutely no way to fight this.

Dongfang Di attacked again, and all those ghost cultivators were trying to escape while fighting, especially the ghost cultivator who had fought against Dongfang Ye. At this time, there was no good meat on his body. As a result of special "care", his nephew was injured, and the breath he felt from his nephew came from this person.

"Third brother... You should put away that glove." Dongfang Di Bianzhan still forgot to remind Dongfang Wu. Dongfang Wu's eyes were red at this time, and the blood on his body was getting more and more vigorous. Dongfang Wu felt the murder from the bottom of his heart. Blood, hastily took off the glove from his hand.

With the gloves off, Dongfang Wu returned to normal, and the red blood disappeared instantly.

Dongfang Wu looked at the glove in his hand again. This glove was obtained from the cloud forest by the old master when he discovered the cloud forest. Because of his family, he used his fists instead of weapons, so the glove finally reached Dongfang Wu Wu's hands.

This glove was in Dongfang Wu's hands, but he didn't use it at first, because Dongfang Wu always felt that the best thing for a monk was himself, so he used his own fists for fighting and so on.

After that, I used this glove a hundred years ago. I participated in an expedition and strayed into a scary place. Dongfang Wu finally used that glove. I didn’t expect that after wearing the glove, although the attack was indeed more powerful , but he almost got lost and became extremely bloodthirsty. In his eyes, there was no enemy or friend. As long as it was a creature that appeared in front of him, he wanted to kill it. The feeling of bathing in the blood of others made him feel He is extremely comfortable.

After that time, he never dared to use that glove easily again. For so many years, he has been fighting against the interference of that glove. Humans have always controlled the magic weapon. How can a monk let a magic weapon control it? !

After so many years, after his continuous grinding, he has been able to control the desire to kill, and he can no longer get lost, but the bloodthirsty has always been there.

"Want to run? You still want to escape after hurting Ye'er, leave it to me!" Dongfang Di's voice came, and then he jumped up, one hand turned into a beast's claw, and grabbed the ghost directly. go.

This trick is a small spell that Dongfang Di obtained from a cultivation relic back then. The relic of cultivation is very small, it should be left by a small sect, it is called the big beast claw, and the attack is not bad.

The ghost cultivator felt the approach of the beast's claws, and saw him grit his teeth, the blood all over his body rushed, and then turned into a blood ball, and disappeared directly into the ground.

Dongfang Di missed the catch with one blow, so he could only disperse the shadow of the beast claw, "He used the blood escape!" Dongfang Di's expression was very ugly, and he was about to catch that guy, but he escaped unexpectedly!

Afterwards, Dongfang Wu and Dongfang Di killed the remaining few people, because these ghost cultivators had a bit of backbone at this time, and they didn't want to be captured by them, and they all blew themselves up.

The two checked again carefully, and found no ghost cultivator around them, and then they looked at each other with helplessness on their faces, and they would definitely be treated badly by their father when they went back.

On the other side, Dichen hugged Dongfang Ye very tightly and quickly returned to the temporary resting place. Dongfang Tianxiong was sitting cross-legged, while Dongfang Jin was a little worried. When he saw Dichen came back holding Dongfang Ye , Dongfang Jin got up in a jerk, and stepped in front of Dichenji, and all he saw was Dongfang Ye, who had no color on his face and blood on his clothes.

"Ye'er!" Dongfang Jin wanted to take Dongfang Ye from Dichenji's arms, but Dichenji hugged Dongfang Ye tightly and didn't intend to let go.

"Di Beidou! Ye'er is injured, do you have the ability to save him?!" Dongfang Jin really wanted to slap Di Chenji to death and let him follow his son, but he unexpectedly brought back his injured son. If you don't hand over your son to him now, he really can't help but do it!

Hearing Dongfang Jin's angry voice, Dichen glanced at Dongfang Ye in his arms. In the end, he could only hand Dongfang Ye to Dongfang Jin. He really had no way to save the person in his arms now, otherwise he wouldn't. Quickly back here.

Dongfang Tianxiong opened his eyes instantly, and took Dongfang Ye gently from Dongfang Jin's arms, "Father." Dongfang Jin looked at Dongfang Tianxiong anxiously.

"It's not a problem. It's due to the depletion of true essence and some internal injuries." Dongfang Tianxiong also heaved a sigh of relief after the examination. Fortunately, it was only a minor internal injury, and he could still treat it.

Di Chenji was left alone, and when he heard the old man speak, the killing intent on his face subsided a little.

"Come with me." Dongfang Jin looked at Dichenji with a cold face, and Dichenji followed Dongfang Jin to the side.

When Dongfang Di and Dongfang Wu came back, the old man had already healed Dongfang Ye's wounds, but it took time for the wounds in his body to recover. Dongfang Ye had already drank the Cikang liquid, and he had already put Dongfang Ye aside. Paved ground.

"Father." "Father."

The two of them glanced at Dongfang Ye who was lying on the floor, and heaved a sigh of relief.

There were two crisp sounds of "pop" and "pop".

Both Dongfang Wu and Dongfang Di felt the pain on their faces, but they didn't move.

"You two, you actually made Ye'er seriously injured and unconscious. That's what you did, uncle? How can you let the youngest rest assured in the future?" Dongfang Tianxiong's voice was very flat, but his two slaps were extremely loud. Not daring to come out, even Dongfang Kun and Dongfang Qingkong stopped what they were doing.

"Father, don't blame the third brother and the fifth brother, as long as Ye'er can come back safely." At this time, Dongfang Jin walked back. He already knew something from Dichenji, and he really didn't blame his two elder brothers. It's really his son's speed... It's too abnormal, even they couldn't catch up.

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