The flaming phoenix fire wrapped the handsome young man, and he was like a high-spirited god of war. A fire overturned and more than 20 peerless venerables perished one after another. The dead silence slowly permeated under the plane tree at the bottom of the cliff, Luo Jianqing confronted everyone with one sword and one sword, and his momentum was superb, not falling behind.
Dujue Tian Lao chased Luo Jianqing, and he turned into several mountains in anger and smashed towards Luo Jianqing together. These mountains are mixed with the powerful demon power of the Heavenly Demon Lord, and there are several black demonic winds, but when Luo Jianqing lifts up the Xuanling Sword, there is no need for him to say more. a mountain.
Luo Jianqing shrank his eyes, and another frost floating sword flew out of his eyebrows. The Frost Floating Sword turned into six long swords in the air, and blossomed out of eight-petaled green lotuses, and slammed into the mountains with a bang. After the deafening sound, all the mountains were shattered.
When Du Jue Tian Lao's eyes were red and he wanted to fight again, Luo Jianqing had already left quickly.
Everyone knows that Dujue Tianlao's speed has never been fast. Although he has reached the stage of spiritual transformation, his flying speed is only equivalent to that of ordinary people in the late Mahayana period, far less than Xuan Lingzi.
Now, he has been left behind by Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing's body was covered by a red phoenix fire. The phoenix fire extended a pair of fire-colored wings. Every time it was fanned, it could fly hundreds of miles away. its kill.
Du Juetian was chasing behind Luo Jianqing and was about to go crazy. The cultivators were far away from each other. When they saw this scene, they hurriedly gathered in the same direction, but the ancestor Jianxiao of the Divine Sword Sect and the other two elders were just halfway through when they were stopped by a young man.
Luo Jianqing stepped up to the front of the three people, his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at them lightly.
Since the end of his lifespan was approaching, Jian Xiao Patriarch felt that time passed so slowly for the first time. His spiritual sense carefully probed the cultivation of the person in front of him, but he was blocked by the layers of phoenix fire, and he couldn't know Luo Jianqing's realm at all. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, this young monk should not be so strong, but he had no clue.
Ancestor Jian Xiao thought for a moment in his heart and said, "Xuan Lingzi was not killed by me."
This is the only sentence said by the ancestor Jian Xiao after careful consideration. He clearly knows that only by saying such words, the people in front of him may let Divine Sword Sect go. And what he said was not wrong. At that time, everyone in the Divine Sword Sect was blocked between the green leaves of the sycamore, and before the green leaves were broken, Xuan Lingzi had already fallen.
But this time, it was destined to disappoint the ancestor Jian Xiao.
Luo Jianqing holds the Shuangfu Sword in his left hand, and the Xuanling Sword in his right hand. He slowly raised his right hand, and the tip of the Xuanling Sword pointed at the ancestor Jianxiao. He looked at the people in front of him calmly, and said lightly, "So what?"
When the words fell, a thunderbolt crashed down, smashed on the Shuangfu sword, led the thunder forward, and instantly severed an elder of the Divine Sword Sect into serious injuries and vomited blood.
Ancestor Jian Xiao opened his eyes wide and said anxiously: "Luo Jianqing, why are you so embarrassing my Divine Sword Sect! I'm just following Taihua Mountain, and I haven't hurt Xuan Lingzi today, so you can't Are you going to let us go back like this? My Divine Sword Sect will be the same as Feihua Sect. I will stick to the mountain gate and will not go out for a hundred years!"
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing moved his brows slightly and looked up at the ancestor Jianxiao. I saw the latter pull out his own sword of life and stare at him with burning eyes. Looking at this scene, Luo gradually moved his lips, but in the end, he suddenly burst out laughing.
Holding the blood-stained Xuanling sword, he laughed out loud.
After a laugh, the golden sword light slashed straight down, causing the seriously injured Divine Sword Sect elder to seal his throat with a sword and shatter the sea of consciousness!
Ancestor Jian Xiao said angrily: "Luo Jianqing!"
The voice fell, and the ancestor Jian Xiao raised his sword and went up.
The two sword shadows converged together, making a shocking explosion sound, knocking the ancestor of Jian Xiao several miles away, and flying directly out of the plane of the plane tree. However, the ancestor of Jian Xiao did not dare to escape. He opened his eyes in horror, shouted "stop", and rushed towards Luo Jianqing.
However, it was too late after all, the Xuanling Sword mercilessly pierced the chest of another Divine Sword Sect elder, piercing through the heart. The elder originally wanted to say something, but a cold force spread out from the Xuanling Sword, sealing the elder's dantian. In an instant, all his breath disappeared, and he could only stare at the young man in front of him with his eyes open. He didn't even know how he fell when he was dying!
Ancestor Jian Xiao shouted bitterly: "No! Luo Jianqing, why do you treat my Divine Sword Sect like this! I did not pose any threat to you at all!"
The answer to him was a drop of blood that fell when Luo Jianqing gently flicked his sword. Ancestor Jian Xiao watched helplessly as Luo Jianqing came to him, walked in front of him, then pointed his toes and rushed towards the ancestor of the Bai family, without even leaving him a corner!
Ancestor Jian Xiao roared: "Why didn't you kill me!"
Luo Jianqing did not answer him, but Jian Xiao's ancestor suddenly became much older. He was guarding the bodies of the two junior brothers, and suddenly realized that the monks above the Mahayana period of the Divine Sword Sect seemed to be the only one left.
On the other side, the situation encountered by the ancestors of the Bai family was far more miserable than that of the ancestors of Jianxiao. He kept running forward, and Luo Jianqing chased after him. The handsome and handsome young man didn't say a word, just chased him quietly, and the sword lights attacked behind the ancestors of the Bai family like death, so that he did not dare to relax.
After being forced out of the plane tree and into the dark mountains, the ancestor of the Bai family shouted angrily, and finally stopped and shouted loudly: "Luo Jianqing! You killed more than 100 people in my Bai family. , today is death, and this deity will also slash you with thousands of swords, and pay for the lives of my Bai family!"
With that said, the Bai Ling gun condensed and spun in the hands of the ancestors of the Bai family, and the sharp gun gas broke through the darkness and stabbed towards Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing raised the frost floating sword in his left hand, and the sword was surrounded by lightning silver snakes; he raised the Xuanling sword in his right hand, and the dazzling golden light broke through the sky. The two swords seemed to resonate, and the Xuanling Sword moved forward quickly, like a broken bamboo.
The sword light and the gun shadow collided with the mid-air, and shattered, causing the Patriarch of the Bai family to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backwards.
The snow-white unicorn had already smashed the rib of the ancestor of the Bai family. At this moment, he was even more embarrassed. His face was full of blood, and his body was full of blood. He smashed seven mountains and finally crashed into the ground. , smashed a big hole and didn't even have the strength to get up again.
Until the young man walked to the edge of the big hole and looked down, the patriarch of the Bai family was still shaking his teeth, staring at him angrily, trying to get out with all his strength.
Luo Jianqing raised the Xuanling sword and stabbed it without hesitation. The ancestor of the Bai family shouted at the same time: "A monster like you, the deity is dead, and I will eat your flesh and drink your blood in the next life. Cut you to pieces!"
The golden sword light suddenly stopped when it was about to penetrate the dantian of the ancestor of the Bai family. Hearing these words, Luo Jianqing moved his eyes slightly, and finally said, "... Do you have a next life?"
The ancestor of the Bai family was stunned.
I saw the young man gently lift the corners of his lips, and his clear eyes were instantly drenched in black. He was like an evil ghost from hell, smiling cruelly and ruthlessly, he smiled lowly, the long sword stabbed again, and in the voice of a chuckle, only a short sentence was left: "After a hundred lives, I, Luo Jianqing, want to You... don't enter reincarnation!"
Zheng!
The patriarch of the Bai family widened his eyes and stared straight at Luo Jianqing, looking at him, but his eyes no longer had any color. And of course he didn't know that, under his feet, a bright red line suddenly dimmed, much thinner, and much shallower.
Like him, there are the ancestors of ghost flames, many loose cultivators, major demon venerables, and many other venerables who have died just now.
The red lines under their feet are all darkened and thinned, and some people's red lines are so thin that they can be broken directly with a light touch. They can't see the red line, and they don't know what the red line means.
"Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens" seventh capture, capture the reincarnation of all things!
One cycle of reincarnation does not mean that the soul will fly away, but once the reincarnation line is broken, you will not enter any world in this life, and everything in the world will be without you.
Luo Jianqing's eyes can see countless bright red lines, some of them are wrapped around the stone leaves, and some are wrapped around the monster orc race, and now in front of his eyes, there are a total of four brightest lines.
The reincarnation line of the plane tree is bright and eye-catching; the unique reincarnation line of the old man is dazzling and cannot be ignored; the reincarnation line of Hao Xingzi is firm and condensed, like dragon tendons; the reincarnation line of Guiyan ancestors is dark red and dark, as if oozing blood .
Du Jue Tian Lao was still chasing behind Luo Jianqing, but Luo Jianqing had already flown out of the range of the plane tree.
Ancestor Guiyan spent 3,000 evil ghosts, and finally rushed out of the phoenix fire and escaped from the sycamore tree. But before he left the dark mountains, he saw a figure covered in flames appearing in front of him.
Ancestor Guiyan never imagined that this scene had been encountered by the elders of the Soul Broken Sect more than ten years ago. At that time, the elder still held the last hope, trying to let the second sea lord delay the young monk and find a way to escape.
Then, the elder died under the sword of Shuangfu, leaving not even a last word.
Ancestor Guiyan took out the soul-calling flag from the ring, and looked at Luo Jianqing with gloomy eyes. Xuan Lingzi is dead, and Mo Qianqiu has already passed his limit. Looking at the human race, the one with the highest cultivation realm is this Ghost Yan ancestor.
Even if I saw the horror of Feng Huo just now, even if I knew that Luo Jianqing had successfully nirvana, but the ancestor of Guiyan was not really afraid that the other party would threaten his life. Ancestor Ghost Yan's cultivation is extremely high, and Ghost Xiu's magic moves are even more bizarre and unusual, which can be compared to extraordinary monks.
Ancestor Guiyan's hands condensed a green ghost, and he said coldly: "Luo Jianqing, if you let the deity leave today, the deity can be regarded as nothing happened. If you must stop the deity, the deity is willing to Point and point, you yellow-mouthed child!"
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing suddenly laughed. He raised the Shuangfu sword and asked, "How to give pointers?"
Ancestor Guiyan glanced at the corpse of the ancestor of the Bai family not far away, and his heart trembled slightly, but he said calmly: "You can ask the Ten Thousand Ghosts Summoning Spirit Banner in the hands of this deity, ask it... how to guide you! "
Having said that, Luo Jianqing did not move, nor did the ancestor of Guiyan.
A gust of cold wind blew between the two of them, and the footsteps of the unique old man were getting closer and closer. Luo Jianqing looked at the seemingly calm but nervous ancestor of Guiyan. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the mind of the ancestor of Guiyan, which made him very uncomfortable.
Just when the ancestor of Guiyan was about to speak again, he heard Luo gradually clear and calm voice: "Many years ago, in the Valley of Flowing Flames, I met someone from the Broken Soul Sect for the first time. It was Junjie, who asked me to hand over the treasure I found."
Ancestor Guiyan was stunned for a while, not understanding Luo Jianqing's intention.
"Later I was in the Demon Realm and met someone from the Broken Soul Sect. He also told me with facts that the Broken Soul Sect cultivator is shameless and unrighteous, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and bullying the weak."
"Luo Jianqing, you!"
"The demon clan slaughtered millions of people in my human clan. I hate the demon clan, so I am willing to risk my life to break the sky and break the sea formation, and lead the Quartet to stabilize the formation. For the sake of the human clan, I will die several times, but I will die in the extreme north. Being pointed at by thousands of husbands, and scolded by thousands of husbands."
Ancestor Guiyan suddenly felt bad in his heart, his face changed slightly, and said, "That's what Hao Xingzi and Du Juetian said, and it has nothing to do with the deity."
Luo Jianqing didn't seem to hear what he said, just looked at him calmly, and said coldly: "In my life, apart from the demon clan, the one I hate the most is the Broken Soul Sect. The people of Broken Soul Sect are like maggots on the tarsal bones, Why is it the right way, but the Devil's Way Palace is the devil's way? Every devil cultivator I know has a straightforward temperament and dares to act. Why is the Soul Broken Sect cultivating with human ghosts, but it can claim to be the right way!"
Ancestor Guiyan loudly refuted: "You little boy, how dare you slander my Soul Breaking Sect!"
Luo Jianqing's eyes were stern, he raised his sword to the sky, and shouted: "Broken Soul Sect, it is also a magic way!"
The moment the voice fell, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the sky, and a thick thunder fell from the sky and hit the frost floating sword in Luo Jianqing's hand. Luo Jianqing fiddled with the tricks, and lightning suddenly gathered on the Shuangfu sword. Countless thunder snakes wrapped the slender sword and seemed to fly towards the ghost flame ancestor calmly.
This sword, without any fluctuations, without any momentum, seems to be really just an ordinary sword, but Old Ancestor Guiyan was tensed up, mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and sacrificed ten thousand ghosts. Countless evil spirits howled and flew towards this slow and ordinary sword.
The moment the evil spirits touched the sword light, the spirits flew away. These evil spirits were swallowed by the sword light without even a single sound.
Seeing this, Ancestor Guiyan was shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to escape. But just as he turned around, a flame struck from behind him, ignited on him, and began to burn violently.
"Ah!!!" In the flames, Ancestor Guiyan let out a shrill cry.
The fire of the phoenix is the most rigid and hard, and it is the most masculine fire in the world. When the purest phoenix fire burned on Gui Yan's body, he felt that every inch of his skin was scorched and cooked, and a trace of green energy diffused from every cell of his body. When the qi came into contact with the phoenix fire, it made a crackling sound, which made this ancestor of ghost flames feel indescribable pain.
The fire burned for a full quarter of an hour, and the body of the ghost flame ancestor melted and became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye. When Dujue Tianlao chased here, Luo Jianqing had already left, but the ancestor of Guiyan was still alive! He was burned and melted into a small meat ball. The meat ball was filled with gurgling bubbles, thick and thick, and looked very disgusting.
One eye grew on this meat ball, and when Du Jue Tian Lao arrived, the mouth under the eye immediately shouted: "Save me! Save me!"
Du Jue Tian Lao looked at the meat ball in horror, hesitated for a moment, and then flew away.
"help me!!!"
The meat ball was continuously burned by the phoenix fire, and as the green ghost energy gradually disappeared, the meat ball gradually became smaller. This mouth couldn't say a word anymore, and the meat ball was burned to a pool of blood.
Ghost Qi has already eroded the body of the ancestor of Ghost Flame. Since he entered the ghost cultivation, he has refined countless ghosts with the body of the soul.
The phoenix fire is the nemesis of all ghosts, which can burn out the evil spirits. So at the end of the burning, the body of the ancestor of Guiyan did not survive, leaving only a little blood. He was born with such glory, and his prestige spread far and wide; when he died, he was extremely miserable, not a whole body, but only blood.
At this moment, Luo Jianqing has slowly walked in front of a white-haired old man. The white-haired old man stared at him blankly, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. He looked at Luo Jianqing's calm face, unable to say a word, but his lips moved as if he wanted to say.
For a long time, Luo Jianqing looked at him, and he also looked at Luo Jianqing.
Time passed quickly, the white-haired old man was about to speak, but saw the handsome young man in front of him retracting the Shuangfu sword between his eyebrows and raising the Xuanling sword in his right hand. Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes slightly, looked coldly at the white-haired old man in front of him, spoke lightly, but his voice was like frost: "Why... kill him!"