Chapter 1063 The Hatred Is as Deep as the Sea

The Mahayana Demon Lord Jiujiu was born in the world of all spirits. He was extremely talented and advanced very quickly. He once stood at the pinnacle of the three thousand worlds of immortality for more than two thousand years. Except for those old monsters at the same level as him, most people in front of him There is only awe, fear, trepidation, etc. towards him.

But no one knew that this Mahayana monk was actually not a demon cultivator, but a human cultivator. Speaking of this, let’s talk about the Nine Netherworld, the world of all spirits.

As we all know, the World of All Spirits has inherited many bloodlines of ancient mythical beasts. There are many monsters in the world and the power of monster cultivators is huge. However, ordinary mortals are not without them, but there are only a few among the huge number of monsters.

Therefore, mortals and human cultivators in the world of spirits are probably similar to demon cultivators in other interfaces. Not only do they have difficulty surviving, but they also hide from time to time under the threat of demonic beasts, which is extremely difficult.

Under such an environment, it was not surprising that Yujiu later concealed Renxiu's identity. He was born among the dead. After he was lucky enough to survive, he has been wandering around with his tribe, living a humble and difficult life.

This caused Yujiu, who was originally gloomy, to become even more angry and violent. The opportunity to change his fate came when he was a teenager. When another monster attacked the village, Yujiu and the villagers fled in all directions. Lost.

No one knows what he went through later. All the villagers who knew him also died after that raid. It was several years before he appeared in front of people again. He was no longer the mortal who lived worse than a rat or insect, but a monster. Repair the dove.

Yujiu, the name of an ominous bird in the ancient world, has long been extinct in the world, and has no bloodline inheritance even in the world of spirits. Born in the abyss of death, his eyes can see Yin and Yang, and his supernatural power is vast. Wherever he passes, he will bring disaster and sorrow.

Therefore, Yujiu, who always brings despair and fear to others, never thought that he would eventually die at the hands of a low-level human cultivator whom he despised. He coveted the fairy treasures on the other person, and ended up fighting there all day long. The goose was pecked and blinded.

The pure lotus calamity spiritual fire is designed to burn the filth in the heart. As long as it is touched by this fire, it will not be extinguished unless it burns all the filth. Yujiu did not care to chase Liu Qinghuan who had escaped. He was busy saving his own life and decisively cut off his tail to survive.

Any monk who can cultivate to the Mahayana is by no means simple, and has many ways to save his life. What's more, he also has the blood of the ancient ominous bird Dove, which can communicate with Yin and Yang and shuttle between the Yin and Yang realms.

In short, although the Jinglian Tribulation Spiritual Fire was overbearing and burned his body, it still sent a ray of his soul out at the last moment, escaping the end of his soul being destroyed.

Due to the great loss of soul power, this ray of soul wandered between Yin and Yang for several years, and finally possessed a newborn baby, gradually becoming one with the other's soul, absorbing the other's soul power to nourish itself.

However, Yujiu's own memory and consciousness fell into silence. He was deeply injured. Although he escaped from the Jinglian Tribulation Spiritual Fire, only a faint trace of his soul remained. He did not know when he would wake up.

The fate of the world can be mysterious and mysterious. Neither Yujiu nor Liu Qinghuan expected that they would meet again on the Evil Mirror Stage.

If it hadn't been for Liu Qinghuan, Yujiu's soul would have continued to sleep. However, the hatred between each other was as deep as the sea, and under the illumination of the evil mirror, the stimulated Yujiu woke up.

He licked his lips and said with a ferocious smile: "We meet again, Liu! Qing! Huan!"

Liu Qinghuan felt awe-struck. He recognized Yujiu from the other party's strange black and white eyes, but he just nodded indifferently and said: "鸸鸟, I didn't expect you to be able to do it under the Jinglian Tribulation Fire. Surviving is indeed a disaster for thousands of years.”

He moved his eyes slightly, and suddenly noticed that the cause and effect monument finally moved, and two words appeared in one stroke: Wei Wei.

Yujiu shook his arms, and the chains wrapped around his body suddenly broke into several pieces. The Yasha ghosts who were pressing him to the ground were also thrown away and fell to the ground with a crash.

The violent intention swept away like a hurricane, and Black and White Wuchang, who originally wanted to step forward to scold him, was forced to stop and watched in horror as the dead soul stood up with a powerful and terrifying aura.

He moved his hands and feet, and suddenly noticed the evil mirror hanging on the ground.

"Treasure of Chaos?" His eyes narrowed, and he was surprised and happy: "There is actually a Treasure of Chaos here!"

While Yujiu's attention was on Nie Jing, Liu Qinghuan's hand hidden behind his back quietly fired a few spells to open the defensive lock formation of Nie Jing Taiwan, and winked at Fan Gui.

Fan Guichai understood after being stunned for a moment, and quietly pulled his friend Chang Guichai beside him. The two of them slowly retreated to the edge of the stage, turned around and ran away. However, they felt a strong force coming from behind, and the next moment they were violently photographed. On the thick light curtain that just rose.

A sinister laugh came, and Yujiu turned around and walked towards this side step by step: "Want to tell the truth? Hahaha, everyone here will die today!"

Light like black water overflowed from his soul. Yujiu stretched out his hand to grab a trace, and saw that the black light turned into a small inch-long blade in an instant, and shot towards Fan Guicha like a flying arrow.

Fan Guichai was shocked to find that he was like a frog pressed on the chopping board, unable to move at all!

Falling on the other side, Chang Guizai saw his friend in danger and couldn't help but his eyes were splitting. In desperation, he flew out and tried to block it with his body, but a hand suddenly appeared in the diagonal stab and caught Xiaobian first.

Liu Qinghuan moved his fingers, and the small blade turned into black light again in his hand. Before crushing it, his expression moved slightly, as if he sensed something.

"Really? Yujiu, have you forgotten how you died? When you were a Mahayana monk, you were defeated by me when your magic power was at its peak."

He raised his eyes and sneered: "Let me guess, how much of your current cultivation level is left? How can this surviving soul of yours escape from my hands again?"

Yujiu's face became extremely ugly, the black light around him was spinning crazily, and he was furious: "You must be so arrogant! I was careless back then, and I fell into your plot. The revenge for the destruction of my body and soul must be settled today!" "

He stamped his feet suddenly, and darkness like thick ink suddenly emerged from under his feet, spreading its teeth and claws like a living creature, and quickly spread to the surroundings.

The nearest Yaksha ghost suffered first. His body turned into blood and disappeared the moment it came into contact with the darkness. Before being completely swallowed, he was finally dragged out by Liu Qinghuan.

"Stop screaming, go to the evil mirror!" Liu Qinghuan looked at his elbow, but accidentally brushed against the darkness, and a large piece of flesh disappeared completely, revealing white bones.

He threw Yasha with only half of his body to Fan Guicha and said: "Only there can his Tao realm not be enveloped."

Fan Guichai hurriedly looked up and saw that the three feet under the evil mirror were illuminated by bright light, and the darkness could not spread.

Liu Qinghuan stood there without moving. He chuckled and said: "Is it a great onmyoji? But I don't know which one is stronger or weaker compared to the way I have cultivated?"

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