My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

The sharp giant sickle and the dragon-shaped long knife collided, and there was a sharp and piercing noise. The two forces fought each other, and the red, purple, blue, and blue lights intertwined and condensed into a light cluster. After the explosion, countless bolts of lightning were shot out, and the powerful energy made the monks in the Tongtian Tower dizzy and dizzy.

Su Qingyun's sword pointed like the wind, and the runes popped out one after another, constantly strengthening the defensive formation to resist the terrifying power burst out of the battle between the two big demons.

He huddled in the stairwell of the tower with the more than [-] surviving immortal cultivators, always paying attention to the battle ahead.

When the Demon Lord of the Mo Luo Realm saw the senior brother who had recovered his real body, he grinned and gnashed his teeth. He rushed forward with a long knife in his hand and started fighting.The senior made a gesture to him, and he understood immediately, and raised his voice to remind Immortal Jing Yu to take the living immortal cultivators back, all the way to the stairwell, and quickly set up a defensive formation.

The battle between the two demon ancestors was beyond the reach of ordinary monks, but they couldn't go down the stairs, because the stairs disappeared within a certain period of time every time they went up, so they could only hide in the defensive formation and wait for the battle. Finish.

Su Qingyun's aura alone could not maintain the defensive formation for a long time, so he asked other immortal cultivators to infuse immortal energy into the eyes of the formation, so more than 600 people took turns in five groups, barely resisting the aftermath of the battle.

Su Qingyun was free and took a rest for a while, his spiritual consciousness has been paying attention to the battle between the senior brother and the demon lord.Although I believe that the senior brother will definitely win the opponent, he is still slightly worried.The senior brother has been sealed for ten thousand years, has not practiced for ten thousand years, and the body has been sealed again, and the realm has a tendency to decline.

After dozens of rounds, Su Qingyun was slightly relieved.The senior brother has been suppressing the demon master, and it is only a matter of time before he is taken down.

Immortal Jing Yu asked Qing Lin to infuse immortal energy on the top of Qinglin, and shook his sleeve robe. He said to Su Qingyun with emotion: "Little friend Su is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. If you don't have little friend Su to help you along the way, I don't know what to do with you." Where has it fallen?"

Su Qingyun said: "With the strength of the Immortal Venerable, it is easy to break through to the last floor."

Immortal Jing Yu shook his head. "Compared with previous years, this Holy Light Ceremony is completely different. Up to two hundred floors, there are high-level monsters in human form everywhere, and even the Lord of a Realm appears, which is unusual. My strength can be said to be one of the best in the Immortal Realm, but It is absolutely impossible to compete with the Lord of One Realm, let alone other people?"

"What Immortal Jing Yu said is very true." Another immortal agreed very much.Without the help of this outsider, they might all perish on the second hundredth floor.

"Maybe... this is fate." Su Qingyun sighed.

"Fate?" A gleam of light flashed in Jing Yu's eyes, he nodded and said, "If you want to talk about fate, we should be blessed by Brother Ye."

The other monks nodded in agreement.

"Huh? Why is Ye Yan gone?" Suddenly someone asked.

Su Qingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Immortal Emperor Jinyi who was sitting in the corner adjusting his breath.He was seriously injured in the previous battle. Fortunately, Immortal Emperor Qinglin took him and hid in the defensive formation, so that he was saved from the fate of falling.

Hearing someone mention Ye Yan, Immortal Emperor Jinyi, who was halfway through his breath adjustment, opened his eyes suddenly, and cast sharp eyes on Su Qingyun.

Su Qingyun said: "Ye Yan is in a safe place now, don't worry about him."

The others were startled when they heard the words, and ran through the words "safe place" in their minds. Thinking of his mustard seed map, they suddenly realized.

This kid Ye Yan is really lucky, and he has a lot of predestined relationship with this outsider.

Immortal Emperor Jinyi stared fixedly at Su Qingyun, and for a long while, he lowered his head and stared at his fist.

Su Qingyun was a little baffled by him. From the time he first met this Immortal Emperor Jinyi until now, people have been unable to see through his thoughts.Ye Lin was being chased and killed, he didn't care, he seemed indifferent, "Ye Lin" appeared in the Holy Light Ceremony, but he chased into the pagoda anxiously, risking his life to accompany his disciples, to be a conscientious master, and to call others admire.

However, when he knew that Ye Lin was a fake Ye Lin, he was unexpectedly calm, and he didn't even reveal anything to Ye Yan until Ye Yan noticed something strange, and he asked Ye Lin's whereabouts solemnly.Knowing Ye Lin's whereabouts, he was neither excited nor anxious, but calmly protected Ye Yan and continued to rush upwards.

Su Qingyun lowered his eyes, and gently stroked the Bingpo Shocking Sword with his fingers.

With the improvement of the realm, as long as he wants to know the situation in the splendid sky map, he can convey it to his sea of ​​consciousness. Tang Yuze took Ye Yan to the palace that was regarded as Ye Lin's tomb. He clearly felt the shock and grief when Rin died in the coffin.

From unbelief at the beginning to finally accepting his brother's death, Ye Yan knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, even beating herself like self-harm.However, no matter how heartbroken he was, Ye Lin had no idea.

he died.

Don't cherish in life, cry after death, it's too late.

The younger brother cried heart-rendingly, his heart was broken, and as a master, if the Golden Winged Immortal Emperor knew that his disciple had passed away, how would he react?

Su Qingyun's eyes were indifferent, and his heart was like still water.

Ye Yan cried and mourned, but he couldn't arouse a trace of pity from him. People always regret after losing their back, but so what?The previous damage has been done, Ye Lin is a body of flesh and blood after all, and died alone in the canyon.

"Bang bang bang-"

The defensive formation was under severe attack, and the movements of the immortal cultivators who were infusing immortal energy froze, and they were powerless. The defensive formation was about to disappear. Su Qingyun made a timely move, and several runes rushed over, stabilizing the defensive formation. Jing Yu Infuse immortal energy with several other immortals to help consolidate the formation.

The others breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the two demons in the battle in unison.

Jun Xuanmo's Burning Soul Scythe hooked towards Yan Qiong, the powerful force almost distorted the space, and the tremendous pressure that could tear the void made Yan Qiong dare not face it head-on. His figure flashed, leaving behind a fake body, which was captured by the sickle. Crushed, the real body has retreated tens of meters away.

However, before he could stand still, an iron chain with an awl was coming menacingly. He slashed with a long knife and knocked back the iron chain.

"Bitch, for ten thousand years, your realm doesn't seem to have improved at all, huh?" A joking voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Yan Qiong was taken aback, and when he glanced back, Jun Xuanmo wearing a mask was close at hand, with those purple eyes A cold light shone inside.

It was too late for Yan Qiong to escape, Jun Xuanmo kicked his butt casually, and his body flew towards the wall like a ball.

The entire Tongtian Tower shook, and the monks inside and outside the tower were all terrified.

The Immortal Sect disciples who watched outside watched the tester rush up to the 290th floor like lightning under the leadership of outsiders, and they were so excited.More than [-] people rushed to the top of the tower, and as long as they passed another floor, they would all fly into the heavenly court. What kind of honor is this?

However, when the tower wall on the ninth floor of the 290th floor was transparent, many monks cursed the monsters for being shameless. The unbearable scene was simply indecent.

However, there is also Da Neng with serious eyes, straightly saying that the monster is by no means an idle person, and the tester may not be their opponent.Sure enough, when the fight started, hundreds of immortal cultivators were killed, and the others were in danger. The cultivators outside were worried.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Who is that?"

All the monks came to their senses. At some point, a man in a black robe appeared in the tower. His weapon was a sickle with a strange shape. With just two moves, the two extraordinary monsters were beheaded and became The soul under the knife.

The high-level monster on the throne was furious, pushed away the two witches, and attacked with a long knife.

This fight lasted for half an hour. Fortunately, Tongtian Pagoda was built by the world lord. The battle between monks was earth-shattering, but Tongtian Pagoda remained motionless.

After Yan Qiong's body collided with the tower wall, he was bounced back, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled several times. Jun Xuanmo took advantage of the situation and stepped on his back, looking down at him condescendingly.

"How? Do you want to fight again? Bitch?"

Yan Qiong's face was ashen, and he raised his head proudly, his eyes were cracked.

"Heh, still not convinced?" Jun Xuanmo stepped on it with more force, causing Yan Qiong to glare at him.

"If Chonghua hadn't sealed half of this deity's cultivation, how could this deity have lost?" Yan Qiong said bitterly.

Jun Xuanmo placed the Burning Soul Scythe around his neck, and asked dangerously: "Dare to call yourself 'principal' in front of this deity, how brave you are, you bastard!"

Startled, Yan Qiong stared at the reflection of the Burning Soul Scythe.

"Are you scared?" Jun Xuanmo said, "Xiao Fen loves your spirit very much. He never devoured it ten thousand years ago, and it's not too late for blood sacrifice today."

"—Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Yan Qiong gritted his teeth and said.

Jun Xuanmo smiled coldly. "The venerable yelled so unwillingly, it really is better to feed Xiao Fen to save trouble."

Yan Qiong had blue veins on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and his hair, which was originally meticulously combed, was now in a mess. Threatened by Jun Xuanmo, he had to suppress the dignity of the demon lord.

"This subordinate has overstepped, please forgive me!" He twisted his handsome facial features and said stiffly.

Jun Xuanmo said: "It's not easy, Chonghua imprisoned you in the Tongtian Tower and became a stepping stone for the testers. If you don't kill you, these monks will not be able to reach the top floor, let alone ascend to the heaven."

The Burning Soul Scythe moved an inch closer, almost cutting through Yan Qiong's neck. He shouted heavily: "Something has happened in the Haotian Realm, and this subordinate can put on the saddle for you!"

Jun Xuanmo stopped his movements, and said disdainfully: "It's up to you?"

Yan Qiong squinted his eyes and said: "After the self-esteem was sealed by Tianzun, the five tribes fell apart. The subordinates guarded Litian City, but were captured by Chonghua alive. The Mara Realm became Chonghua's pocket. For thousands of years, countless monsters It was thrown into this tower and became a trial stone for immortal cultivators. Up to now, there are very few high-level monsters left in the Mo Luo Realm, and even the subordinates are locked here, how can the subordinates not hate it?"

Jun Xuanmo stared at his profile, distinguishing the truth from what he said.

After a while, the Burning Soul Scythe left his neck.

"If you don't want to die, find a way to get us to the top floor." Jun Xuanmo raised his foot and kicked his body.

Yan Qiong was free, got up, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his neck, knelt on the ground on one knee, and lowered his proud head.

"Chonghua wants his subordinate to die, but his subordinate has already made other preparations." He took out a bell from the storage ring and handed it to Jun Xuanmo cautiously. "This thing is the soul-suppressing bell. The lord holds this bell and sucks his subordinates into it, and the heavenly rank will appear."

Jun Xuanmo took the bell and snorted coldly. "You'd better not play tricks."

"Subordinates dare not." Yan Qiong prostrated himself.

"Don't dare? You are very courageous." Jun Xuanmo poured demonic energy into the bell, and shook it at Yan Qiong, who immediately turned into a beam of light and was sucked in.As soon as he disappeared, the stairs leading to the three hundredth floor appeared.

"It's your fate." Jun Xuanmo put away the bell, turned around and walked towards Su Qingyun.

The defensive formation had long since disappeared. Su Qingyun looked at Jun Xuanmo who was approaching in surprise, while the other monks were dumbfounded.

what happened?

Why did the demon lord kneel down as if he was beating him?

Just opened the sky steps leading to the top floor so easily?

Are they dreaming?