Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

"Do you think you are the deity! You can enter and leave the Chenghuan Palace at will without order!"

Demonic energy surged in Yan Mo's eyes, his gaze was half sarcasm, half mocking, and said: "The last person who trespassed here was that Xingci, but it's a pity..."

Yan Mo walked up to her, leaned over and pinched her chin, his bloody red lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth, and said word by word: "I will strip her of her skin and bones, and hang her in the realm of depravity." Kill chickens and monkeys on the flagpole! The despicable monks should be intimidated by such merciless deeds!"

"You should feel lucky, I just want to ruin your face now, not your life directly." Saying this, Yan Mo's bright red nails were aimed at He Qingxie's eyes, and then moved forward A little will be pierced.

This female cultivator's eyes are so beautiful, I want to dig them out and inlay them on the beams of the Chenghuan Hall, so that they can watch everything that happens in the hall day and night.

Just now that kick made He Qingxie's internal organs tremble violently, and it took him a long time to recover.After a while, she spat out a mouthful of blood, covered her chest with one hand, and supported herself on the ground with the other, trying to get up.

"You should also be lucky," He Qingxie sneered, and coughed out loudly, "cough cough cough——I let you live longer? Half a moment."

"is it?"

Yan Mo frowned.

A place like Xuandu is really boring. It has been a long time since she has been provoked or irritated by anyone. Her strength allows her to see clearly not only her status, but also her life and death.

Life and death in front of her is just an appetizer before the massacre, she can always believe in her own strength, just like she wants to skin and dismantle someone, but she knows that others can't stop it, and no one dares to stop it Same.

"Without borrowing Kunwu's spiritual power, you will never be able to defeat her with swordsmanship alone, let alone kill her!"

This is an incomprehensible thing for a while, can it be solved by acting for a while?

Of course not!

Not only can it not solve the problem, but it will also make the situation worse. Enough lessons can make people wake up, regret their mistakes, and when the time is ripe, the way of heaven will start to move around.

He Qingxie wiped off the scarlet around his mouth, and stared straight at him with unfathomably dark phoenix eyes, blood-red fingertips that could poke his eyes blind every minute, and his blood-stained face was pale, except for the coldness and calmness, without a trace of fear, Even when life is hanging by a thread.

At the same time, Kunwu began to vibrate in the palm of his hand, circles of spiritual power lingered around the snow-white sword, emitting a frightening devilish energy.

This is Tiandao's own initiative, and he is going to remove the obstacles for this self-willed sword master with his own strength.

Yan Mo was attracted by a trace of strange devilish energy, unnaturally a little surprised, "You...are a devil?"

"(Should there be a sword cry? Onomatopoeia? Words)——"

Kunwu has already issued a clear and crisp sword sound, shaking in He Qingxie's hand. He Qingxie looked serious, and held Kunwu tightly to prevent him from getting out.

"Are you crazy? Don't do it again, wait for her to kill you?!" Tiandao roared like thunder.

He Qingxie remained silent.

Yan Mo narrowed his eyes, and his sharp eyes fell on the vibrating long sword. After a while, he suddenly realized, and thoughtfully said: "Oh? So it is the sword spirit of this sword? Hey, it is still an evil spirit. No wonder you Did you come here because you couldn’t stay in the cultivation world? That’s why you dared to venture into the capital of hopelessness!”

The sound fell, and there was a sound of "噗呲"?.

The flesh is pierced.

He heard a muffled groan in his ear, "Hmm~" He Qingxie gritted his teeth and raised his head, exposing his white neck.

Drooping eyes? I saw a hand pierced into the abdomen, and the long fingers scratched everywhere inside. He Qingxie's face was pale, cold sweat drenched his back, and the clothes under his body were suddenly soaked in blood.

Hearing another sound of "噗呲", he pulled out his hand, Yan Mojiao smiled, Yan Yan, and brought his bloody finger to his mouth to lick it lightly.

The smell of fishy sweetness and the rich and familiar smell of blood made her even more excited, and the bloodthirsty demon began to clamor in her bones.

However, Yan Mo's control is at its peak, and this bit of magic is not enough to make her lose her mind.

"Sure enough, the golden core has been gouged out. It seems that I really can't get along in the cultivation world."

He Qingxie was weak and weak, he closed his eyes lightly, and a gurgle of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth again.

Seeing it, Tian Dao jumped into a rage, and controlled Kun Wu to fly out of his hand, slashing at Yan Mo's face.

The gate of Cheng Huan Hall is tightly closed, like an indestructible thick wall, enclosing the whole hall as a restricted area, no one dares to set foot here.

Outside the temple, dark clouds overwhelm the sky, and the demonic energy covers the sky and the sun. At a glance, the endless magical energy hovers in the void, surrounded by hundreds of miles of glaciers, surrounded by creatures. Is there really a word?

On the Chenghuan Palace, the sword lights frequently flashed, and the sound of piercing the air fell on Yan Mo's ears, like a long-accumulated urging song.

She was caught off guard and regretted her mistake.This is not just a saber with a sword spirit, but an artifact with a sword spirit.

During the confrontation, she finally found out a clue, how could the ordinary saber infused with sword spirits have such overbearing demon energy and spiritual power?

After realizing it, she realized that she was going to look at the name of the long sword. Unexpectedly, she was so frightened that she almost lost her head by the long sword.

Kunwu, ranked third among the top ten artifacts in ancient times, is the ancestor of the sword, and is transformed from the spine of the eighth generation ancestor of the Pangu clan.The eighth-generation ancestor of the Pangu Clan, Kung Fu Tongtian, realized the secret of enchantment at the top of Kunlun. After 270 years of hard comprehension, he finally opened up the spiritual knot, and his thoughts and spirit can endlessly inspire the spirit of the world beyond the sky. strength, but he did one of the most erroneous things, he simply failed to break through the knot of life.

When he mobilized the power of the outer world, he suddenly found that he could no longer control this power. When he couldn't bear it, he had to keep all his vitality and spirit in his spine.Although he had the talent of heaven, he couldn't resist the power of Tianwaitian, and was finally blasted to pieces, only one intact spine was turned into a sword.

What is condensed in the sword is the spirit and vitality of the eighth ancestor of the Pangu clan, and this vitality and spirit are perfectly combined with his spine under the force of the sky outside the sky, and a perfect and strange sword is created. The sword, because it comes from Kunlun, is called Kunwu Sword

Yan Mo was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Kunwu is already a divine weapon, and Kunwu infused with sword spirit is no different from a fairy.

Even if you live for thousands of years, how dare you compete with the ancient things?

During the fierce battle, Yan Mo seemed to be powerless, and his moves were at a disadvantage.

On that side, He Qingxie didn't have time to comment on Tiandao's actions. Everything was as Tiandao said, and she would never be able to defeat her with just swordsmanship.

Only by relying on the way of heaven can one be in the kingly way.

After a few hundred strokes, Kunwu nailed Yan Mo on the high-seat imperial concubine's couch with a puncturer, and the devilish energy overflowing from the sword body began to corrode this exquisite, graceful and graceful carcass. The sound of burning? It made Yan Mo scream indistinctly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ah

The moment He Qingxie got up, time seemed to be silently stopped, and the pain stretched the time to a long and boundless time.She felt that she was in pain enough to walk? She couldn't move.But the situation couldn't allow him to continue playing dead, so he could only bear it and walk tremblingly with his jaw tensed.

The blood basin in the lower abdomen was almost pierced, and the mouth was horrifying, bloody and bloody. He Qingxie was covering the wound, and the distance was not short, as if half a year had passed.

"He Qingxie," she stopped at the bottom of the steps above the high seat, and repeated again, "My name is He Qingxie, Shangqingxu, Myoshan, Junyao Xianzun, call—Junyao Xianzun's seat Apprentice. Well, the Xingci you mentioned is my uncle."

"Hehe, isn't it ironic?" Without support, He Qingxie's standing figure swayed twice in a small arc.

Yan Mo gritted her white teeth and dismantled the three characters "He Qingxie". She looked up at the sky above Chenghuan Hall, and whispered with a smile? "He, Qing, Xie, what a He Qingxie! You Dare to kill me? Thousands of natural demons and countless monsters outside the palace, do you dare to kill me? Kill me, you have the ability to leave again? Get out of Chenghuan Palace?!"

The further back, the sharper and harsher the voice was, tearing He Qingxie's nerves that ached deep in his soul inch by inch.

Tiandao said at the right time: "Dear Lord Sword Master, now? Now you have two choices. Now? Now that I kill her, you swallow her magic yuan voluntarily. The other way is that I kill her. Force you to swallow it again."

After a pause, he said, "No need this time? I'm reminding you, you should have foresight now, right?"

These words? It's a mockery of her self-indifference just now, thinking that she can solve everything on her own. Unexpectedly, in the end, it's just a waste of time.

The smell of blood filled the entire hall, and Yan Mo's voice was still muttering to himself.

Outside the temple, there are demons around, and there are dangers everywhere.

If she did not agree with Tiandao's proposal, she would have no choice but to die.

This is a dead end, but can she survive it?

It has to be said that He Qingxie seemed to be wavering, supporting herself to be on the right way, and the balance of being a disciple of Junyao Xianzun has gradually tilted towards the devil's way. Jiuzhong? Not yet available.

die?

It's too long away from her.

He Qingxie agreed with what Tiandao said. At that moment, Yan Mo opened his eyes in shock, and his body was splattered with blood in despair and fear.

Kunwu dug open his dantian, and a round, blood-red demonic element flew out of his body with the most yin demonic energy.

"He Qingxie! If you take away my magic essence, I will curse you! I will never enter reincarnation because of my face, I will suffer in purgatory forever, curse you! I curse you to take root in Xuandu in this life, and never leave The people you protect and love are not available!" Yan Mo screamed with all his strength when his body was falling apart, "Unless this person falls into the devil's way and suffers from countless condemnations in the world forever, otherwise he will die for the rest of his life." Please! Hahahahahahahahahaha—one good and one evil, human and devil go their own way, immortals and devils are basically the same, how can life and death be tolerated?! Hahahahahahaha, He Qingxie, you're done, you're done!"

Tiandao's brain was buzzing after being quarreled, and he said angrily: "Shut up!"

After speaking, Kunwu sealed his throat with a sword.

When Yan Mo was about to die, he cast a curse on the belief that he would not enter reincarnation and fall into purgatory forever. Although it was a temporary remark, it deeply seared He Qingxie's heart.

After Yan Mo's death, He Qingxie swallowed the magic element and appeared unexpectedly? Runaway?.

The group of demons waiting for an opportunity outside the hall couldn't believe it for a moment when they saw the bloody sky above the Chenghuan Hall.Most of the monsters reacted, the master who ruled them for a hundred years has been wiped out, and the coveted magic element suddenly became the meat of Tang monks who were looted by crowds.

All the demons rushed in and broke into Chenghuan Hall, but they didn't see the so-called Yan Mo Yuan, but greeted a death god.

This is the beginning and end of the massacre in the City of Hope. It can be summed up in a simple sentence. This is a chronic illness that has lasted for a long time.

In the passing of this year, Xuandu changed hands, and He Qingxie listened to Tiandao's suggestion to go to the Moyuan to get the demon seeds, and complete everything Tiandao said.But she didn't feel happy. Instead, she became more dull and gloomy, and she always remained expressionless in the face of everything.

Even Tiandao frowned unconsciously when he looked at her.

One month before the beginning of the new year, He Qingxie briefly left Xuandu alone, and no one knew where she had gone.

All the demons only know that after returning from the ice field, their new capital has become cloudy and uncertain. Sometimes they will lean on the railing, stand on the promenade outside Chenghuan Hall and look into the distance, with smiles on their faces.

due north.

That is where the cultivation world is located.

In the new year, the wind is raging, the ice field is snowing, and the heavenly law manipulates Kunwu to fly to the corridor, and it slowly lands in front of He Qingxie's eyes.

With a slight smile on his face, He Qingxie glanced at him, and then his gaze fell into the distance again.

"You went to Shangqingxu?" Tiandao asked bitterly.

Just by listening to the sound, one can imagine Tiandao's frowning and frowning face.

"Can't I go?" He Qingxie lazily propped up his chin with his hand, "I've finished what you asked me to do, now? It's my turn now, don't you think so?"

The change in He Qingxie's attitude gave Tiandao the illusion that he couldn't control it.

Tiandao hurriedly said: "If you take revenge, I can manipulate Kunwu to help you! You don't need it at all? Take action."

He Qingxie narrowed his eyes, with a cold light shining inside, "If you intervene, you will only have a dead end."

After thinking about it, she added, "You can also find other sword masters, I won't force you."

"You pretend I didn't say it!" Tiandaozhuan suddenly fell silent? He didn't say any more.

He Qingxie let out a soft snort, and sat lazily on the railing, carefully caressing a strand of silver hair that suddenly appeared on his fingertips with his white jade hand, and sniffing it lightly at the tip of his nose.

For a moment, a clever smile appeared in a pair of unfathomable phoenix eyes.

A year ago? She was radiant, elegant and refined, but now she is feminine and charming, Yu Xiacheng is beautiful.

A period of time failed to make her more beautiful, but turned her into a sick and delicate beauty who is used to being uncertain.

After Su Changyi knew the whole story, he almost fainted from anger.

Of course, these are things for later?

The author has something to say: #Well, I will take your magic yuan, and you curse me to be single. In fact, the author thinks this is a bit far-fetched.In reality, it is normal for you to curse me as single when I rob you.But in the novel, maybe it will be more insidious, maybe I can’t write that effect, my ability is limited, I’m sorry for QAQ here, but generally speaking, the writing of these two chapters is still very cool, and the progress is a little bit behind.

# These two sheets mentioned, the natural demon species and the demon species under the Nine Layers Demon Abyss are two different concepts, one is a living thing, and the other is a seed

# About some exaggerated vocabulary, which cannot correspond to the correct expression,

The author strives to read smoothly and smoothly, but sometimes it is difficult to ensure comprehensibility.

For example, in the chapter "there is no difference between immortals and demons, but life and death are intolerable", here it should be that immortals are as cruel and cruel as monsters, and there is no difference.In the world of writing, my low-level transparency can only ensure that the reading is smooth, otherwise there will be no hand feeling. If there is a reading deviation, I hope to understand each other.hee hee :-P

#Children are humble, ask the column to poke an advance receipt, cry and chirp QAQ