Cangjie—
A bunch of mythical animals are roasting on a stove.
These sacred beasts were supposed to stand upright, but they all became food in the belly of this dragon.
With Erlang's legs tilted, he leaned back and forth, uncomfortable, and burped.
"next batch!"
The Golden Dragon Clan, Qinglong Wu, and Zilong Clan who once took refuge in the demon clan have now changed their appearances, and they have all become the red devil dragons that slaughter creatures.
They are carrying human bones, not yet cold and still warm.
These are the strong men who have just been killed, the worst are the early days of the domain master, and they can only be reduced to the dish of the dragon and demon clan.
People eat spirit beasts, and spirit beasts eat people.
Long Wudao, learned the taste, cooking and frying, he has tried, arrogant and extravagant, he became a little arrogant.
"What about the traitor? I turned over instead. Heh, who can block my Demon Dragon Art? After waiting for so long, it's all dead!"
Long Wudao uses bone spurs to pick his teeth after a meal, and the dragon demons beside him are still trembling. Long Wudao's moodiness makes them uneasy. It is possible that if they are not careful, they will make a mistake and they will be on the stove. Like all sentient beings, even if they are their own, they must become food.
The atmosphere here is suffocating cold! Everyone dared not look up.
"What's wrong?" Long Wudao smiled coldly: "I'm not a ghost."
In recent years, the opponents who have been crushed by Long Wudao have many evildoers, not one or two. Amo and Canglan have also come to challenge them. Few can be his opponents.
Long Wudao's life was very chic, and there was almost no sense of frustration.
If you have to compare him with a certain body-cultivation evildoer, then only the purple demon among the world's curators, who also has the supreme devil bones, is no longer inferior to those who are evil.
This entire Cangjie was almost completely occupied by him, and the Human Race Alliance was retreating steadily and suffered heavy losses.
Long Wudao, one person dominates the battlefield of the holy demon, how many people are enemies in the world
"Half-step true god, half god..."
It was really boring, Long Wudao pointed his chin with his finger, thinking carefully about his strength and what step he could do.
After a while, Long Wudao stretched his waist, squinted his eyes, and said, "Hehe, it doesn't matter-since the path of God is about to open, after I become a god, I can fight again! Here, young people can't beat me, the attack of a demigod, I can run away too, it's boring!"
A passage shows the extreme conceit of his heart.
With the supreme demon bone, he is proud and domineering by nature, has ruled the blue world, and has no intention of fighting again.
There is no opponent at all, so he can cheer him up.
At this time, the Cangjie is full of demon minions, dragon demon clan, sword demon clan, sword demon clan, and they have controlled every area, and there is no longer any relationship with the human race.
The moonlight is sultry, and everything is silent.
In the Cangjie for decades, some flowers and plants have grown, and it is considered to be alive, and it is no longer so lifeless.
The entrance to the Cangjie was guarded by the newly promoted half-step true god of the sword demon clan, Ning Wuque, and the 18 great saint leaders were shocked, and no one could step in through the entrance.
For decades, the Cangjie hasn’t been violent, so they slowly relax their vigilance. At this time, Ning Wuque sat cross-legged, absorbed Yuehua, comprehended the path of the meniscus, with great momentum, and the 18 great sages around him. , All feel unmatched.
Ning Wuque, 56,000 years old, can also be regarded as the elder of the emperor, the sword demon clan, everyone surnamed Ning, only the emperor, changed his name and surname, the emperor killed the crazy shadow, like the reincarnation of Shura.
Ning Wuque, regarded as an elder of the Emperor Ying, after becoming a half-step true god, he successively challenged Meng Yunque, Pei Donglai, Li Changsheng, and Jiang Mang of the Human Race Alliance, at most all tied and never lost.
He was dormant, waiting quietly for an opportunity, the spiritual world today, perhaps half-step true god, has also become a popular item, looking at it, there are countless counts.
When the spiritual aura of the world of the spirit world is restricted, the various races put out their accumulated accumulation for many years, no longer clinging to a pile of belongings, breaking the boat.
Originally, with the help of heaven and earth auras, the cultivation was slow, through these spiritual things, the continuous stacking of emperor-level amethysts, but improved faster.
Ning Wuqian, perhaps just a beneficiary of these years.
The Void God Realm prophesied the opening of the divine road, and the irrigation of the divine aura slowly merged with the subtle aura of the world in the spiritual world, forming a gentle path, so that they would not burst into death.
The Void God Realm, as expected, fulfilled its promise, and had already begun to prepare for the expedition of the Shenlu.
Ning Wuque's momentum, the eighteen great sages are all jealous and suppressed, but they are also working hard to cultivate, all wanting to take the last step, the law of the Tao.
The rule is to borrow things from heaven and earth. It is not mature yet. There is a huge gap between Taoism, even if it is only half a step, because Tao has already become the heart. After the Taoism, regret, it is too late.
Ning Wuque Dao Wheel is a crescent-shaped blade, like a flying knife. In the sea of God, there is a semi-sacred tool attached to it, which is made by the master of Tianlin, who is personally refined by Tiansheng.
The knife never got out of its sheath, and the shadow of the knife overlapped and flashed on his body, and the person was like a knife, and his mind was united.
The planes of the spirit world are in harmony, and there are still gaps. These gaps are their last line of defense. Even if the true god is half-step, they dare not touch it easily, and only half gods have this qualification.
And the demigods in the spirit world are now planning how to become gods. How can there be such idle time to find fault
Therefore, Ning Wuque himself believed that they had occupied the Cangjie and were as stable as Mount Tai.
If the entrance is not broken, the Terran Alliance will not be able to enter.
Decades are like a day, comfortable and leisurely.
At this time, at this entrance, a seal formation had been silent for decades, dimmed, but suddenly began to burn light, seeming to have been hit by some kind of collision.
"Set up an array."
The eighteen elders headed by the great sages were shrewd, strong and calm. Each of the eighteen people held a chain and hooked the Bafang millstone to reinforce the seal formation.
This kind of defensive power, even if the true god is half-step, it is difficult to break in.
Ning Wuque, as if he hadn't heard it, continued to comprehend his sword way, Yue Manfeng charged towards Yun.
"Kaka..."
The next moment, the eighteen great sages were suddenly alert, and they were shocked to find that the stone disk at the end of the chain was cracked and spread, and it was about to explode.
"Boom boom boom—"
The earth moved and the mountains shook, resounding thousands of miles away.
The atmosphere was weird and quiet, and the saints were dumbfounded. This time, perhaps a real powerful enemy came.
The seal formation, the pattern resembles billions of sword spirits, fierce beasts with blood and evil eyes, arrogant arrogance, teeth and dancing claws, distant mountains thousand knives tombs, extinction and brilliance, one by one, breaking through the shackles, and the shadows of knives fly madly and hover in the night sky In the middle, I don’t know who was called by his will.
A handle knife, there are Chuhuang artifacts, central emperor artifacts, and imperial artifacts, but all of them shattered in an instant.
The sword tombs in the distant mountains, ten thousand swords return to the sect, like a row of wild geese flying northward, flocking to the entrance of the blue world, mixing with these blades, the swords and swords, the corpses are instantly shattered.
The eighteen great sages knew that they had no such potential. After all, these swords were indestructible and could not be shaken.
But at this moment, it was like a turbulent flow, it was all broken into countless pieces, flying in all directions, leaving them nowhere to hide.
"Devil Array! Devil Pillar!"
The white-haired old man at the head, summoned a pillar, and the spiritual pillar was attached to the true god's will. It was their carefully prepared trump card. If the god's will can't obliterate the opponent, they will be in luck.
The eighteenth great sacred array called the demon gods, fierce and terrible, bloody killing all the creatures under the sky, only the will of the real demon, it will not be affected.
"Who is here!"
Sage Ningfa, the head of the Great Sage, stared at the seal totem that was about to be broken, and the eighteen people joined forces to push the Demon God Pillar over.
This demon pillar is enough to directly crush the true god for half a step!
But in an instant, a person flew by, fell from the sky, and stepped on the Demon God Pillar. The Demon God's will, turned into a beam of blood, passed over him and was washed away by a layer of golden light, leaving him unscathed.
The golden rooster is independent, he is like a god of war, with his hands lightly behind his back, looking down at the punish demon from a height, when someone visits, there is no trace of panic, and he walks leisurely in the courtyard, vowing to seek justice for his compatriots.
"Who is here!"
Eighteen great sages rushed up, staring at him, but they didn't recognize this silver-haired young man. It is said that Luo Xingchen disappeared for too long, causing the Demon Race to forget him completely.
His hands were never stretched out, and the corners of his mouth raised, indifferently like the wind: "How many heroes died in the blue world, you will pay double the price to repay it, now, let's start—"
He was still motionless, only seeing the snow in the sky, the cold wave hitting, an inch of space, from top to bottom, the frozen world, all saints, his chest was depressed, and before he could retreat, he was caught by the extremely cold attribute of Luo Xingchen’s right eye silver pupil. Sealed the body and stopped abruptly.
They became hard blocks of ice, and the true god's will of the Demon God Pillar was also in the flash of the golden pupil in Luo Xingchen's left eye, and there was no loneliness.
The Demon Pillar became ordinary, a stone pillar, cracked up and down, Luo Xingchen shifted his shape and changed his position, and patted on the chests of these people with the help of the star point shuttle, the extremely fast road, and the extraordinary skill.
"Boom boom boom..."
Suddenly the eighteen saints, like ice cubes, exploded in an instant...
Eighteen great saints died together.
Ning Wuque opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart was shocked for an instant. The moment he saw Luo Xingchen, he was about to suffocate.
"Luo Xingchen—what are you doing? You can also participate in the battlefield of the holy demon? Your strength does not need to be mixed!"
Ning Wuque's piercing fingers, fierce sword-gang, was no match for Luo Xingchen's eyes.
Just the moment Luo Xingchen watched him, Ning Wuque was tight and unable to move. Numerous fragments poured down like rain. He opened his eyes wide, his body was cut by the fragments, and his soul was chopped. Half-step True God, in front of Luo Xingchen, It's like a chicken dog!
Then there were countless army of demons attacking, unable to distinguish the facts, as if blind, when they saw the swords of the tomb and sword tomb crack and scream, they noticed a cold wind.
With a breeze dance, ten thousand swords punish the soul, the smoke disappears, only in a flash.
After killing all the demon army, thousands of miles around have become clean. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Luo Xingchen is not sympathetic.
"Since I know my strength, I still don't want to be forgiving, and I won't lose."
In an instant, he swept to the deep level, where Long Wudao was still recuperating. He probably wouldn't know that all the main forces in the entire Cangjie had been swept away by Luo Xingchen alone.
When he was asleep and awakened, the shouts of killing outside the door were deafening and messy, and his brows were frowned.
"Who is visiting?"
He grabbed the Dragon Demon Race beside him and asked.
This person whispered and spoke incoherently, and seemed to be lacking in confidence: "It's Luo... Luo... Luo Xingchen! Luo Xingchen, who killed Jiang Jiuding back then, is back!"
Long Wudao was panicked, and suddenly grabbed his shirt, his face was pale: "His—what did you say? Luo Xingchen has obviously been scrapped by blood bats!"
"It's true, Senior Ning Wuque, has fallen... Luo..."
Long Wudao stayed in the blue world these years, he was closed his eyes and listened, he was ignorant and ignorant. If he knew about the Five Elements Jizo, he would not be so presumptuous. Under the world, he was most afraid of the fierce god Luo Xingchen, who only heard about it. The sound, not seeing the person, seeing annihilation at first sight, is not a false statement.
"Boom—"
His dragon claws, with a strong grasp, the body of the dragon demon clan exploded and shattered.
He rushed out of the castle, only to see the blood flowing into a river, and there was no sound.
There is only one person, unarmed, with a heart like a sword, splitting mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars, concentrating on the soul, and staring at the five elements and six harmony paths.
Long Wudao shook his whole body, a surge of blood flowed out, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, facing Luo Xingchen, he refused to accept—