They really did not expect that the black devil''s hand was the descendant of Nu Wa! No wonder, this young man wants to kill those Tianjiao who participate in the hunting war!
Of course, it''s nothing that the descendants of Nu Wa collude with the demons in the demon kingdom. After all, the enemy of the enemy is friends. I''m afraid the descendants of Nu Wa want to be friends with the demons very much.
But what the old Kongshan and immortal can''t accept is that they let the descendants of Nuwa into the hunting battle. What''s more, they didn''t feel his special blood before! Even the ten strong people who had cultivated lingxianjing didn''t feel the special blood breath.
What''s more, for the sake of their so-called face and fear of the forces behind him, they let him leave.
Old Kongshan and immortal Changsheng both have fiery faces, as if they were slapped in the face by a big invisible hand.
When his identity was "torn down", Li zedao''s face became colder and he clenched his soul sword.
Li zedao once again praised his acting skills. He admired himself so much that he said that he was too damn strong.
"The descendants of Nu Wa, destroy the soul!" Li zedao took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
There was still a trace of hatred in his humble voice. His eyes became scarlet and terrible. He looked like a warrior who was ready to meet death.
In a corner, there was a strange look in the wooden eyes of the owner of Wuming gate.
"The acting skills of this young man are really terrible." Wuming sect leader secretly praised.
"You can die!" Old Kongshan moriran said.
Originally, I wanted to give this young man a chance to reform, but now it is no longer necessary.
Before the empty mountain old man''s voice fell, Li zedao felt that there was a breath that he could not resist at all, and he was crazy to crush himself.
It''s like the tidal wave. It''s like a meat cutter spinning rapidly. Once it''s involved, it will be broken into pieces in a moment.
It''s like the prehistoric giant shark, with a big mouth and blood type, tearing at it like crazy.
Knowing that he can''t compete, Li zedao still makes a move.
Not only is he struggling to death, but he also wants to see how far he is from the other side without using other small skills, such as magic eye, big fool and golden hood.
In a flash, a sword net flashing blood red light appeared, just like a fishing net, trying to catch the oncoming "shark".
It''s just that shark''s impact force is too terrible, and this red fishing net is obviously not so strong.
"Boom!" The net was torn to pieces.
Then, the shark who broke through the sword net hit Li zedao severely. In a flash, Li Ze really thought he was flying, just like the broken kite. He didn''t know where he was going.
The higher he flew, the higher he flew, and he was still spraying blood.
Li zedao didn''t feel any frustration, on the contrary, he was quite satisfied. Because the gap between him and this terrible strong man is much smaller than he imagined.
At the moment when the sword net was broken, Kongshan''s body stopped, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed slowly from the corner of his mouth.
His brain roared fiercely, and his eyes were full of wonder.
He couldn''t imagine that the sword stabbed by the person who was just in the top cultivation of the spirit realm had such terrible power that it was close to the level of the spirit under the mirror!
As a result, his throat, which was already sweet, was once again sweet and greasy, and his chest was extremely dull.
This young man is really unusual! He must die, or there will be a terrible enemy in the divine realm!
Because of the agreement, the old man in Kongshan was not worried about the attack of the descendants of Nuwa who were above the zhunling immortal mirror.
But this young man is a monster. He is clearly not the best cultivation in the spirit realm, but enough to kill all the people under the spirit mirror. Even if he is lucky enough, the fear of cultivation in the spirit mirror will be in his hands.
This is undoubtedly quite terrible!
Immortal Changsheng took a look at the empty mountain old man. There was a touch on his face, and then his eyes sank coldly.
Originally, he did not intend to move, but in the side to pay attention to the surrounding movement, to avoid that terrible black devil suddenly killed out.
But now, he has to.
Then, his figure disappeared in place.
Li zedao began to fall while spraying blood.
In the process of falling, Li zedao vaguely saw immortal''s emaciated figure appear above him, and then he saw a fist!
It''s a huge, blue fist. The fist from top to bottom, hard hit down!Li zedao didn''t hide. He didn''t want to hide, but he couldn''t hide at all, and he didn''t stab a sword. He had completely lost his ability to resist.
Unless he shows his gold shield.
But in this case, he is no doubt not suitable for showing the golden mask.
Of course, there is no need to show the golden week. Li zedao is sure that the master of Wuming sect will do it.
Therefore, Li zedao quietly watched the huge fist getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to bang on his ruined face.
Li zedao simply closed his eyes and looked at death as if he were home, ready to meet death.
Such an indifferent expression fell into the eyes of immortal, which made him feel a little cold in the back.
At this time, a red figure suddenly appeared in the pupil of immortal. He appeared so abruptly that he didn''t start. Instead, he used his body to help Li zedao block the blue fist.
Li zedao didn''t open his eyes, but he felt the unusual breath, and the corner of his mouth, which kept flowing blood, was slightly tilted up.
He knew that the master of the Wuming sect was wandering around, and he would not let himself be killed by the two strong men who were cultivated by the spirit mirror.
The pupil of immortal shrinks violently, and his heart is still occupied by strong fear.
"Boom!" The big blue fist blasted at the red shadow, but it made a terrible groan.
Between breathing, the fist became a fragment, just like before, Li zedao''s sword net became a fragment.
The red shadow did not move, but the blue fist did not let him move.
After a few breaths, Li zedao''s body fell heavily on the ground. His whole body was like a ball. He bounced twice. Then he lay there in a rather indecent posture, with a mouth open and a mouthful of blood.
Wuming real person who appeared in time fell down and stood in front of Li zedao.
Li zedao vomited blood while he was depressed. He wanted to continue to vomit blood. You can catch me. Why do you want me to fall and eat shit?
In his heart, he secretly scolded the leader of the Wuming sect for his immorality. At the same time, Li zedao struggled to stand up and continued to stare at the immortal and the empty mountain old man standing there with hatred eyes.
Immortal Changsheng has retreated to the empty mountain old man''s side. His dark face has turned white, and his eyes are full of horror.
His hand was shaking, silent shaking.
Wuming sect master didn''t start. He just blocked immortal''s unreserved fist with his own body. He didn''t mean to start after that.
But even so, immortal is afraid. That kind of fear has no sign, but naturally comes out from the deepest heart, how to suppress.
Empty mountain old man''s breath also stagnated, he clearly felt the oppression, terrible oppression. Only in the face of the gods in the divine world, will there be such a terrible oppression.
In addition, this person is wearing a red robe, so his identity is ready to come out.
In the past, one of the eight envoys under the seat of Nu Wa, the builder of xumiyu, Jiupin soul craftsman Wuming!
The master of Wuming gate didn''t even look at the old man Kongshan and the immortal. Instead, he waved his hand casually, as if driving away two flies.
The agreement is there, he can''t move, otherwise there will be two more bodies on the ground.
Old Kongshan and immortal Changsheng did not have the courage to speak a word, and there was no eye contact, but they turned around at almost the same time and turned into a remnant. In a moment, they lost their trace.
Li zedao''s face was still cold, but his heart beat a little faster, and his eyes became hot, as if to melt everything around him.
It''s a desire for real power.
If you are in the spiritual realm, you can make people who are as strong as the immortal dare not fart one more. If you are really in the spiritual realm, can''t the master of the Wuming sect also be suppressed so that his breath stops?
"Thank you, sect leader." Li zedao bowed to his heart to restrain the burning desire.
The chest turns again gush, is a stuffy blood again.
The owner of Wuming sect turned around and looked at Li zedao with approval. Then he took out a pill and threw it: "eat it."
Li zedao was flattered. He quickly reached for it and bowed respectfully: "thank you, sect leader."
Then he put the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.
The healing elixir made by Jiupin soul craftsman is very important. As soon as the spicy elixir enters his stomach, Li zedao feels that his hot chest is getting cold.
"Your strength is much stronger than I think. The highest cultivation in the spirit spirit realm can barely block the attack of the superior cultivation in the spirit mountain. That''s good." Wuming sect leader said.
"Mole ant? He said, "is the empty mountain old man who has been cultivated in Lingxian mirror a mole ant?" Li Zedao could not resist the curse of his heart, but he could not make complaints about it.Old man Kongshan is a mole ant. What is he? The invisible dust on the feet of mole ants?
Of course, he also knew that the leader of Wuming sect was qualified to treat the other party as a mole ant, just as he was qualified to treat the bird people in the medicine warehouse as mole ants.
"It seems that although you have no breakthrough in cultivation, you have improved a lot."
Wuming sect leader Gujing wubo''s heart slightly drew down, and he had to admit that the young man was too terrible. You know, the mole ant was the top quality cultivation of Lingxian mirror, and the gap between them was too big.
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