Chapter 923 Wanye

The red-haired Tushanjun breathes long-lasting magic power.

From an inch of interest to a whale swallowing.

It seemed that the person standing there was not a monk who was more than seven feet tall, but a supreme Kunpeng. It opened its terrifying mouth like the abyss of heaven and the underworld, and the whole world turned into his supplies.

Luo Tianfeng, who looked normal, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course he knew that this weapon spirit was from the mountain realm, and he also expected that the loss of mana would be considerable. However, although it seemed huge, in fact it did not lack much mana, that is, it was only more than 20%.

You must know that his body is just an unstable third step.

Because the relationship between his remnant soul and flesh and blood remains in this state.

Luo Manping still stood barefoot beside the young man.

A strange color flashed in his eyes.

Cedar Demon Dao's expression was shocked and he sneered: "A mountain state where you are about to starve to death?"

"How dare you, the younger generation, bully me like this?"

"Since you are looking for death, I will drink the blood of you evil ghost first. After bathing in your evil blood, I will be reborn from the snowy world and come back to the world!"

"The Great Snow Mountain Magic!"

The cedar demon looked up to the sky and roared.

Extremely squeezed vitality.

The sky and the earth are 30,000 miles cold, and all species are silent and frost-ridden.

The glorious light of the saint is like the great sun that shakes the world, and the white bright divine light completely illuminates the world.

at the same time.

The figure of the unreasonably terrifying sky demon stretched out, as if it was free from the world but firmly suppressing the world. The shadow solidified in the distant sky, and the moon-like eyes seemed to turn the world into white.

"I didn't expect this ancient demon to have such courage."

Luo Manping said in surprise.

With his great sage power, he would not be shaken by the mountain environment, and his body-protecting divine light also enveloped Luo Tianfeng, blocking him from everything.

Luo Tianfeng hugged his shoulders and said calmly: "If he didn't even have this magical power, he wouldn't have been able to escape from the winds of the Ten Laws for several years."

"The Daxue Mountain Magical Technique he practices is the Zongzong Cultivation Technique of the Northern Daxue Mountain. It is supplemented by the Blood Refining Demonic Scripture. Although he is said to be in the mountain realm, in fact, his strength has long been the best among the virtual saints."

"But it is true that as Qi Ling said, years of hunger have severely reduced his strength."

"hunger."

Luo Manping said softly.

Everyone in the world thinks that becoming a monk means you can eat the wind and drink the dew. In fact, without the spiritual energy to replenish the lost mana, the body will also age without the nourishment of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

When you get older, your energy and blood decline, and your magic power is no longer sustainable, your realm will naturally fall.

Just like one of the eight elders in the clan, he once briefly rose to the rank of Dao Lord, but due to his age, his realm fell after Long Live.

Luo Manping mused: "Even so, it should be a hard battle."

As he spoke, he looked at the red-haired figure standing under the snowy light. His figure was so small in the vastness of the world.

He did not despise Tushanjun.

However, a 'Daoyan' type monk obviously cannot have too much strength.

It should be noted that human energy is limited, and it is impossible to reach a high level while also dabbling in many realms, such as life and death, yin and yang, life, ghosts, blood...

Luo Tianfeng laughed, knowing that Luo Manping had fallen into a misunderstanding and regarded Tu Shanjun as a monk: "You underestimate him."

"Looking down on it?"

"You forgot his identity."

"He is not a monk, he is a weapon spirit."

"Maybe he's older than us."

"My lord will definitely win!"

The child's words were firm without any doubt.

"It seems you have great confidence in him."

"Because along the way, no one has ever been your enemy."

Luo Tianfeng was amused by Yang Wu's innocence.

"Hahaha."

"I hope so. If he is not strong enough, he will not be qualified to cooperate with me."

Luo Tianfeng's laughter just stopped suddenly and turned into a cold expression. He looked indifferently at the back of the red-haired weapon spirit: "If you are not qualified to cooperate, you should accept your fate and do your duty."

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"The Snow Emperor kills the gods."

The phantom of heaven and earth straightened its palm, and a supreme snow sword condensed invisibly.

With this cut, all things froze their vitality, as if they were extinct.

That's pure Cambrian.

It is heavy snow from ancient times.

It seems that the future of the retrograde ghost saint will be frozen to death in this world.

"die!"

The Snow Demon is indeed not a demon.

He is an ancient demon, and he also practices Taoism.

That is, Tao follows nature.

How could such pure Taoism connect him to a monster, and how could he tell that the other party was a blood-sucking monster.

However, he just did it, and he didn't know how powerful power burst out from the withered body, trying to completely submerge the red figure.

Immortal eyes.

Lift your eyes and plunder.

The divine light exploded like fire from the sky.

The ancient demon holding the sword screamed.

The supreme snow shadow behind him actually lit up with blazing flames.

Not only that, even the palm of his hand holding the sword was ignited. The painful ancient demon let go happily, as if he had thrown away a piece of red-hot iron, and did not dare to hold the divine sword again.

The snow melted.

Melted by flames.

Maybe it really was a flame.

What a horrifying sight, the whole pale sky and earth quickly faded away, the divine sword thrown away by the ancient demon was like a seed, planted, and then, the boundless fire of karma swept across the world.

There seemed to be only one tall figure standing in the void in the sky and on the earth.

The ancient demon was horrified and asked: "Who are you?!"

Yes.

In the eyes of the ancient demon, the red-haired ghost saint standing on the divine fire in the sky is a great demon.

And he is not only a great demon but also an ancient demon.

His body is completely an unknown Tao body.

A pair of black and red eyes are like the rotation of the sun and the moon.

If you don't pay attention, the world will be swept by the fire in his eyes.

This fire starts from the heart of the person, burning away the evil spirit, the evil spirit, and the murderous spirit, and also burning everything.

How could he not see such a fire that burns the sky? However, this fire of purifying the world comes from the hands of the great demon. I really don't know whether it should be said to be an accident or irony.

One step into the air.

The fire of karmic fire burns the sky.

The turbid air descends and turns into karma and killing to burn the earth.

The burning red sky and the fertile fields like prison are like blooming flowers.

The ancient demon was horrified to find that he had nowhere to hide, because he was in a cage and couldn't tear open the void to avoid it.

He really wanted to leave, he didn't want to fight with this ancient demon.

This terrifying thing shouldn't be in the mountain area at all.

He didn't even understand why the ancient demon was in the mountain realm when he was surrounded by mountains of corpses and blood and the netherworld.

Under such holy pressure, the ancient demon felt more and more that his vitality was slipping away. He completely understood that he might die, but if he didn't fight hard, he would never have another chance.

Put his hands together.

The pine tree that towered over the sky moved.

"Quick."

The giant pine tree shook open the blockade of heaven and earth.

The shackles were gone.

The curtain of the divine iron fell.

The ancient demon seemed to feel the cage's blockade against him being lowered. Someone deliberately let him let go, so he released his body-protecting holy weapon, allowing him to defeat the demon in front of him with the strongest form of holding a weapon.

He didn't have time to think about it, and the Zen stick transformed by the giant pine appeared in his hand.

The ancient demon chanted a sentence while holding the Zen stick.

Then, his robe turned blood-red.

The snowy area in the northern border.

The blood-clothed demon in the snowy mountain.

The blood-clothed ancient demon chanted: "Amimoro Wuliang."

The Zen stick in his hand was released with a bang, and the ancient demon's shriveled body seemed to be replenished as the blood light surged, and the dry body burst out with countless powers.

The blood refining magic scripture was running.

The shadow of Asura merged into his body and made his body grow a horn.

"What is this?!"

A look of surprise flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This is the blood refining chapter of the ancestral blood nerve."

No wonder this ancient demon hid from place to place, it turned out that he was hiding such a terrifying thing.

This is a good skill.

One of the clan-stabilizing magic skills of the blood clan, a large clan in the underworld in the past.

It's a pity that the blood clan, as powerful as it is, will also decline. After the death of the blood god, the entire blood clan was torn apart and soon disappeared in the long river of history.

No wonder he can refine the blood of the Asura clan, it turned out to be this secret method.

Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "Why don't I take action?"

He felt that the restrictions on the ancient demon should not be lifted. If there was no help from the holy soldiers, he would be killed by the weapon spirit.

Luo Tianyi's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.

He wanted the skills, but he wanted to see the strength of the weapon spirit more.

Since the ancient demon has such strength, it doesn't matter if he waits a little.

The ancient demon was about to take action, but suddenly felt a burning heat coming from his palm.

Then, his palm burned again.

He stared at his palm, his face twisted unconsciously. He obviously had tremendous strength and invincible skills, but he was controlled by someone in a trivial way.

If he could hide better, get more divine blood, and practice more deeply...

He didn't have time to think too much, because he could no longer hold the Zen stick.

The flames made him let go.

That was the bite of blood.

In an instant, his white palm turned into a forest of white bones.

Finally, the ancient demon screamed.

The snow swept up and rushed towards the sky.

Boom.

Countless cracks appeared in the cage, like a cracked mirror.

Gu Yao was overjoyed.

He felt more and more that his idea was right. He didn't need to fight the damned demon to death. As long as he opened the cage, he could turn into snowflakes and float in the world.

Just when he wanted to squeeze out his body, a figure had already walked in front of him.

Gu Yao's soul was scared and he shouted: "Daoyou!"

What greeted him was the fist that was getting closer and closer.

As big as a casserole.

It suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

It was like a falling meteorite, and it was like the vast sun.

Bang!

He staggered his body and looked at his arm that was missing most of it in horror. When he wanted to make a move again, a blue-white finger had already touched his forehead.

The purple-black nails suppressed his body. In fact, it was not because of the fingers, but because a black-red silk thread pierced through his head and pierced into the sea of ​​consciousness to lock his soul.

"Fellow Daoist, listen to me."

"You have such courage."

"With the combined efforts of the two of us, we can fight our way out of this place. Why should we be controlled by others!"

Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient demon who was arguing, and said nothing.

Even if there were no words.

The pressure was sacred, as magnificent as the power of heaven.

A calm gaze swept over.

He whispered:

"The immortal of all industries, the fire of all industries."

"The indestructible god is with me!"

"Fellow Daoist."

"Please enter the banner!"

Bang.

The head turned into powder.

The soul fell into the ghost's hand.

It was refined in an instant.

After a while