When Luo Jianqing arrived in the Demon Domain, it was already the morning of the fourth day.
The morning light was faint, and a red sun rose from the eastern horizon, shooting out thousands of golden rays of light. It was the first time for Luo Jianqing to go to the Thirteenth Sea. He went all the way to the west, and when he crossed the huge demonic realm and really reached the Twelfth Sea, it was already waning.
As soon as he set foot on this sea area, waves of terrifying shock waves hit his face, causing Luo Jianqing to fall back three steps in a row. The sea was trembling, and the water was rising and falling, crashing into snow-white foam.
Along the way, Luo Jianqing had already seen the bodies of many monsters and people. However, looking forward, there are a lot fewer broken limbs of these wrecks. Only the blood stained the whole sea red. The rays of the setting sun sprinkled on such a sea of blood, sparkling and shocking.
Somehow, Luo Jianqing felt a little uneasy in his heart.
It was as if a small drum was beating ticking, neither too fast nor too slow, neither too loud nor too loud. It was beating very calmly, but it was very flustered. Luo Jianqing stretched out his hand involuntarily and touched a necklace in his neck. His fingertips rubbed over the fragments of the three bells, and went forward even faster.
At this moment, the Twelfth Sea has already become the Shura battlefield.
Yaozun Xingwei stood on the side of the Yaozu, watching the war here from a distance, not knowing what was on his mind, but he didn't intervene. At Ren Xiu, Qi Luo, the chief steward of the Magic Dao Palace, and Venerable Yuqingzi were just watching from a distance.
Venerable Yuqingzi only has the strength of the Great Perfection in the later stage of the calamity, so she can't take action; Qi Luo's strength is also far lower than Jinli, so she can't intervene. It's just that Xing Wei's bystander behavior was thought-provoking, making Venerable Yuqingzi take a few glances quietly.
What they were watching was a peerless war.
The silver-white dragon soared for nine days and charged straight down; the blood-red magic whip clanked, shattering the space!
Even if it is a divine beast, even if it has a strong body that surpasses ordinary people, Jin Li is not completely immune to injury. Now, his slender and white dragon has many hideous and terrifying openings. Every one turned blood and flesh, gurgling out blood, which was obviously beaten out by a whip mixed with strong demonic energy.
However, in comparison, Mo Qianqiu's state is even worse.
His left hand drooped down weakly, and if someone scanned it with his spiritual sense, he would easily find that the bones from his elbow were shattered one by one, and all the meridians were broken. In addition, his spiritual power was extremely exhausted, his body was covered with wounds, and several ribs had already been broken.
The red blood wetted the blood-colored clothes, making the bright red color even deeper. Under the rays of the setting sun, the red clothes seemed to burn into a raging fire, and charged towards the snow-white giant dragon with blazing heat. The two collided and made a loud noise.
Looking at this scene, Xing Wei was thoughtful, raised his head, and seemed to glance at the human race inadvertently.
Qi Luo had already squeezed her fingers, but whenever Mo Qianqiu was injured, she just gritted her teeth and glared, but never went up to help.
boom!
Mo Qianqiu grabbed the neck of the white dragon with a whip, pulled it to the front, and stepped on it with one foot. The white dragon fell into the sea, causing a tsunami in the sky. He roared and raised his head, glared at each other, and flicked his long tail. The tsunami instantly turned into ten long dragons, and they circled and hit Mo Qianqiu.
boom!
Mo Qianqiu flew backwards and was picked up by Qi Luo who couldn't bear it any longer. He kept coughing, and a big mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth. Mo Qianqiu grabbed Qi Luo's arm and stood up again. He turned around and looked aside, and asked in a low voice, "...Are you here yet?"
The tone seemed calm, but it concealed anxiety.
Qi Luo was slightly stunned, and after a while, she looked away and said, "Not yet."
Mo Qianqiu pursed his lips in silence, his eyes narrowed slightly, and finally he let out a long sigh and shook off Qi Luo's hand. The latter looked at him in astonishment, and saw a thin and thin red-clothed figure walking forward, raising his whip to the sky, pointing at the white dragon flying in the air, and said, "Jin Li, you dare to compete with this deity once in spiritual power. !"
Qi Luo immediately opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "Palace Master, you can't wait..."
"can not wait anymore."
After the extremely light sentence fell, Mo Qianqiu tipped his toes and leaped to the sky again.
In the boundless blue sky, the white dragon radiated a dazzling light, and when he looked again, he had turned into a handsome and elegant man. Several slits were pulled out on the ultra-easy and fresh blue robe, and the black hair was also interrupted. There was a thin blood on Jin Li's cheek. He raised his finger and wiped it on the blood. The scars instantly healed.
Jin Li looked down at the red-clothed Demon Venerable in front of him, and saw that the latter had been seriously injured, but still had his back straight and looked at himself with a proud look. He didn't understand, where did the other party's confidence come from, whether it was a battle or a spiritual power, he was enough to defeat the person in front of him, but why... This person is not afraid at all
Jin Li opened his lips and said, "You clearly know that you have already lost to me."
Mo Qianqiu raised his red lips and sneered: "Who said that the deity lost to you?"
Jin Li moved his right hand slightly, and countless sea water rolled up from the twelfth sea under his feet, forming a water dragon in his palm. He clenched his fingers, and only heard the sound of "Boom--", the water dragon turned into thousands of water arrows, and stabbed at the man behind Mo Qianqiu.
Qi Luo and Yu Qingzi's expressions changed, and they hurried to block the attack.
Jin Li said indifferently, "Are you going to admit defeat?"
Mo Qianqiu flicked his whip and asked, "Do you not understand human words? The deity wants to compare spiritual power with you, do you hear it?"
As soon as these words landed, the Yaozun Xingwei in the Yaozu army frowned, his suspicious eyes swirled around Mo Qianqiu and Jin Li, his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.
In this world, there is only one Demon Lord Jinli who can speak to the human race so patiently. Putting it on other monsters, even the Dujue Tianlao, who has lived for an unknown number of years, seldom wastes a little chance in the battle. However, Jin Li always sticks to the so-called rules and regulations. He may only betray his own principles once in his life, and that is the time when he sneaked up on Luo Jianqing.
Looking at the demon cultivator who was dying in front of him, Jin Lijun frowned, but in the end he still said, "Okay!"
A red light flashed quickly from Mo Qianqiu's eyes, he raised his right palm and met Jin Li's palm in the air.
The moment the two palms touched, rumbling! The sky trembled!
The endless stream of water is like a fountain, surging behind Jin Li, covering the sky and the sun, as if to create a whole new world; the monstrous demonic energy spreads from Mo Qianqiu's body, and every trace of the blood-red demonic energy is filled with energy. Mixed with countless resentments and hatreds, the strong smell of blood covers the salty sea. This is no longer like magic, but like countless blood!
The dragon has a natural majesty and can control all the waters in the world;
Demon Venerable killed 3,610,000 people in his entire life, hated all things, and cultivated the way of Asura!
Mo Qianqiu's spiritual power obviously made Jin Li unprepared, and his body flashed, and he almost fell back. This time, Jin Li no longer dared to underestimate the enemy. He shrank his eyes, and suddenly, his eyes turned into a crystal clear blue, and ice flowers bloomed in the snow-white pupils, as if there was heavy snow flying inside.
boom! boom! boom!
This level of spiritual collision is not something Qi Luo can bear. She asked Venerable Yuqingzi to lead the others to quickly retreat, but she stayed where she was. Yuqingzi said: "If you stay here together, I'm afraid you will be injured too!"
Qi Luo was stunned when she heard the words, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, making Venerable Yuqingzi stunned for a moment.
Yu Qingzi and Qi Luo had known each other for thousands of years, but it was the first time they saw each other smile. In Yu Qingzi's memory, the chief steward of the Devil's Palace has always been calm, unsmiling, and rarely loses his temper. However, at this time, she smiled...
Qi Luo's voice was gentle, and she said helplessly: "I have been with the palace master since I was one hundred and three years old, and now it has been more than 2,300 years. , rose all the way from the early stage of integration to the later stage of Mahayana, this time... how can I not give him the last ride?"
Venerable Yuqingzi was speechless.
Under the dim yellow sunset, the armies of the human race and the demon race all retreated, and even the demon venerable Xing Wei only hesitated for a moment before leaving quickly. The result of this battle has long been known by everyone in the world. The only person who can beat Jin Li is the Xuan Lingzi. There is no one in the world who can kill Jin Li.
This is Heaven's favor for divine beasts.
Even if you lose the heart, you can live for a hundred years, and if you lose the demon pill, it is only a slight loss of strength.
Compared with him, how could Mo Qianqiu win
The collision of spiritual power, at first, the blood-colored demonic energy still prevailed, but as time passed, the incessant demonic energy gradually eroded the demonic energy. Blood flowed down from the palms they touched, Jin Li couldn't help frowning, his palms were a little sticky, and the blood was obviously not his, but the other party's.
Jin Li said calmly, "Since you don't want to surrender, the deity has to gouge out your heart in person."
Mo Qianqiu smiled when he heard the words: "Do you really think that you can gouge out my heart?"
Jin Li pursed his thin lips and seemed a little dazed. According to the current situation, who wins and who loses has become a certainty, even if Xuan Lingzi comes now, he will never be able to save Mo Qianqiu from his hands. He only needs to raise his hand a little, and the heart of the human race in front of him will be gouged out by him. Since then, although he may be able to live for a few more years, he has always lost his heart.
Jin Li sighed softly and was about to withdraw his hand: "If that's the case, then I'll gouge out your..."
"Jin Li."
The voice of the white-clothed Demon Venerable stopped abruptly, and Jin Li raised his eyes to look at the demon cultivator in front of him.
I saw Mo Qianqiu's red lips slightly hooked, and he smiled lowly, a pair of peach blossom eyes shining brightly, and the clouds reflected in it, arousing fire in the sky. Jin shuddered slightly, and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mo Qianqiu suddenly grabbed his hand with a backhand.
In Jin Li's stunned eyes, Mo Qianqiu smiled coldly and said, "More than a thousand years ago, this deity joined forces with that Wu Xiaozi and took away your demon pill and heart. You only remember this, don't you? ...don't remember anything else?"
Jin Li was stunned for a moment, but did not speak.
Mo Qianqiu burst into laughter, but this laughter only stopped for a moment. There was endless coldness in Taohua's eyes, and he raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and the words he said were even more heart-wrenching, making Jin Li tremble slightly: "You really don't remember... this?"
"Magic Qianqiu!"
"Steal the sky and change the day!"
boom!
With Mo Qianqiu as the center, in an instant, all the sea water within a radius of ten miles was blasted away, leaving only a large circular hole. The space was brutally torn apart by the mighty and majestic spiritual power. The demon cultivator in the later stage of Mahayana tore out a small world with the power of his primordial spirit. He grabbed the demon in white, and the two fell into this world together. .
And when the great formation that steals the sky and changes the sun is activated, with the twelfth sea as the node, seven bright lights rise from the ground!
These seven places are all places where Mo Qianqiu and Jin Li had been seriously injured and fell before the battle. Seven places lit up with blood-colored magic light, taking the Big Dipper as the prototype, and after a thousand years, it was opened again.
This is not an ordinary day-to-day exchange, this is a large formation that can really steal the sky and change the sun!
The moment the big formation started, the small world suddenly fell into darkness.
The boundless darkness is like a monster with a big mouth, swallowing Mo Qianqiu and Jin Li. Originally, Jin Li had transformed into his original form, roaring and wanting to rush out of this world. Unexpectedly, after the light was suddenly taken away, he actually let out a frightened dragon roar, no longer as noble and elegant as he used to be, and his voice trembled like a Timid child.
The space cracks in the small world are gradually reconciled, and when the world is completely reconciled, a great blockade will be formed.
If you want to break through such a large formation, the difficulty is no less than killing a cultivator of the Spirit Transformation stage.
A thousand years ago, Mo Qianqiu and Wu Xiaozi joined forces to tear apart a small world, and locked away the Yaozun Jinli, who was about to advance to the heavenly rank, for a full one hundred and eighty years. They changed the flow of time, making these 180 years into 180,000,000 years, and together with a stealth to change the sun, the former dragon was locked in the boundless darkness for a full 18,000 years.
Mo Qiu once said to Luo Jianqing: "Jin Li is afraid of the dark night! 』
Anyone who is trapped in the darkness for 180,000,000 years will fear the night!
In a distant place, Yaozun Xingwei looked at this scene in astonishment. He just wanted to go up to stop it, but the movement in his hand suddenly stopped. When he flew forward, there was absolutely no possibility of saving people; Over there, Venerable Yuqingzi watched this scene from a distance, his heart trembled, and he let out a long sigh.
Only less than three miles away from the small world, Qi Luo, the chief steward of the Magic Dao Palace, knelt down on one knee and gave the last salute, her beautiful face was already wet with tears. She is the most popular manager of the Magic Palace, she is the only peerless power in the world, but at this moment, she is just an ordinary person.
Two thousand years of company, on this day, finally came to an end.
It was like that snowy night 2,300 years ago, in the vast snow, she fell coldly on the snow, and saw the red-clothed boy coming from a far away place. The man's footsteps were very light, and his gorgeous face was enough to reflect the pure white snow in full splendor. The man stopped in front of her, looked down at her only once, and walked away.
She did not know where the strength came from, but she shouted: "Save me! I am willing to be your servant for a hundred years!"
The boy ignored her and continued to move forward.
She said bitterly: "Two hundred years!"
The boy remained unresponsive.
So she finally said her bottom line: "As long as I am alive, I am willing to serve you forever!"
The footsteps stopped suddenly, and on the snow-white ground, the blood-red figure slowly turned around, his lips curled up, and he sneered: "How long can you live? In three hundred years, you will die under the limit of heaven."
She said hard: "I will definitely live, I want revenge! I want revenge!"
"You want revenge?" The boy's boots made a creaking sound when he stepped on the fluffy snowflakes. When he lowered his head, Qi Luo realized that this person was so good-looking, so good-looking that she couldn't help but sigh. Hold your breath. The next moment, she only heard a low laugh from the other party and said, "It's interesting that you are so fearless, so you can go and take revenge. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll save you."
Just when Qi Luo was ecstatic, she heard a long voice slowly sounding in the snow -
"You can live three hundred years... how long can I live?"
No matter how much the past, now it is only a cloud.
Qi Luo knelt in front of the gradually reconciled space crack, not daring to raise her eyes. She was only afraid that when she saw the other person again, she would rush over to save the person uncontrollably; she was also afraid that the person who had said that she was not afraid of the sky and the earth would let the other party down because of the tears on her face.
In the dark space, the white giant dragon rammed wildly, losing his mind. At the gate of the crack in the space, a blood-colored figure was standing there. Even though he was seriously injured, he waved a long whip and did not let the white dragon escape.
The cracks in the space behind him were gradually closing, and the bright and beautiful demon cultivator slowly retracted his whip, looking calmly at the almost crazy white dragon in front of him.
From the moment the darkness fell, the dragon seemed to be mad.
It should be almost over, right? It is impossible to be trapped for one hundred and eighty years, so let’s be trapped for fifty years.
Fifty years of vicissitudes, for other people, it may be just a blink of an eye, but for that person, it will definitely be able to move from the integration stage to the later stage of tribulation. With the Tribulation Transcendence Period, you will have the ability to protect yourself, and with that bright light sapphire pearl, the human race may not be defeated.
Mo Qianqiu put away the long whip and stood on the edge of the space crack. He turned his head and glanced back, but still did not see any familiar figures. He stared outside for a long time, and suddenly heard a sound of breaking air behind him.
The last ray of light was finally about to disappear. At this moment, Mo Qianqiu suddenly heard a voice.
"Luo gradually clear!"
He turned his head immediately, his eyes instantly brightened, and his body trembled as he looked back, but only saw the moment when the space crack was completely closed.
Didn't see anyone.
When Luo Jianqing rushed to the twelfth sea, what he saw was a gap that almost became a line. As soon as he arrived, he heard Qi Luo shouting his name piercingly, but when he turned his head to look at the other party, he saw Qi Luo looking at him with tears on his face, her resigned expression made Luo Jianqing dumbfounded The ground froze in place, not knowing what was going on.
On the vast sea, the monk in blue who was running all the way stood blankly in the same place. Not far from him, the monk in light clothes knelt down on one knee and couldn't help crying. In front of him, Yaozun Xing Weize stopped inexplicably with a look of sadness or joy on his face.
And in the ten-mile sea area that seemed to be a vacuum, only the breeze blew through, rolling up waves.
On the seventh day when the human race tore up the peace agreement, Demon Zun Mo Qianqiu tore apart the space with the power of Yuanshen, and was trapped in a small world together with Demon Zun Jinli, and there was no news of the two.