: A naughty head

Wei Long finally made up his mind to solve one thing in the simplest and most violent way. Although the appearance of that space portal shocked everyone, people who could build such a stable space portal were not something that people in the cultivation world could do. In the past, the appearance of the Fengxian Order was not without people who were higher than the Nine Tribulation Sanxian Immortal, but this kind of person rarely appeared to snatch the Fengxian Order. The reason is that people who were higher than the Nine Tribulation Sanxian Immortal are all serious immortals. Unless the kind of casual cultivator who happened to offend some forces who could not provoke forces wanted to use the Fengxian Order to run to the Fengxian Realm, otherwise no one would want to take a risk for nothing.

Therefore, as soon as Wei Long, who looked calm and the indifferent Mo Dao, which penetrated into the bones of human bones, appeared, the aunts who were very happy at the scene who were bargaining in the vegetable market stopped, but these aunts had a little high cultivation. After Wei Long said the words that were indeed very confident, domineering and simple, the people present felt a sense of absurdity suddenly burst out from the hearts of everyone.

The old man Wei Long had seen before seemed a little surprised. The ancestor of the Eight Tribulations Sanxian in the Huangfu family was a little angry. The leader of the Sword Sect smiled strangely, and the remaining demon licked the corner of his mouth bloodthirsty. Although Mo Dao's breath did not appear deliberately, it did not deliberately hide it. As long as those present were not blind, they could see that Mo Dao was a serious immortal.

But what was strange was that no one showed a look of fear, which made Wei Long a little surprised. Mo Dao still had a stinky face and a cold attitude of a bystander who was turbid and me alone. He didn't seem to think that the situation in front of him was unexpected. He looked surprised with a low cultivation level, but he could deeply feel the knife intent that seemed to be locked at any time from Mo Dao, and the devil laughed loudly.

Especially the seven-tribulation scattered immortals and eight-tribulation scattered immortals, these people all had a strange feeling in their expressions. Wei Long was too lazy to care about what was there, and said softly again: "I want to be together for the Fengxian Order this time!" Although Mo Dao's eyes flashed for a moment when he heard this, he still said nothing.

The old man who had reached the limit of his life span sighed slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a pungent smell of blood gushing out of the Eight Tribulation Demon. The bright red on the Taoist robe seemed to drip out of blood. Blood waves were flowing on it, but they could not drop on the ground. There was no fear in his eyes and he laughed: "Haha... Is this a young man from which family, is he looking for death?"

The next moment, Jian Chi, the leader of the Sword Sect, who had always been smiling easily, suddenly spoke softly: "This little friend, the matter of Fengxian Ling was stipulated 90,000 years ago. In order to prevent everyone from killing each other for this, the competition for Fengxian Ling can only be a scattered immortal to fight for the ownership. Any existence that is not a scattered immortal, especially an ascending immortal, the devil cannot compete for the Fengxian Ling. The violator will be the enemy of all the families and sects that have followed this rule!"

The sound of the sharp sword intent was like thousands of sharp swords roaring together. It seemed that countless sharp swords rushed towards Wei Long and Mo Dao. When the sound came, it also seemed like a huge attack rushed over. The purple light flashed slightly in Wei Long's eyes, and it was still motionless. If you couldn't even tell whether it was an attack or not, Wei Long had been in vain for so long. The huge phantom that seemed to be a killer was actually not even a phantom, but the sword intent transformed into an illusion that directly acted on the mind.

Jianxin! This old bastard actually realized Jianxin. The phantom ignored Wei Long's body and penetrated through it. However, the Desert Sword behind Wei Long seemed to be greatly stimulated. The sword intent that was not triggered by his body broke out independently and turned into a ten-meter-long sky sword phantom that instantly shattered countless sharp sword phantoms, and then stopped and disappeared in an instant.

The sword is the emperor among soldiers, the sword is the domineer among soldiers, the probability of fighting with those who practice swords as soon as they meet is too high. After one move, Jian Chi said softly with a smile: "Like a knife, Mo Dao! I didn't expect to see you here, and this little friend, it's very interesting. I have no objection to that Fengxian Order. Since I am interested, this sect will not interfere!"

As he said that, he closed his eyes and rested. It seemed that it was really that. No one understood what the Sword Sect leader, who had hidden sword for nearly ten thousand years, had no idea what the specific depth of the sword was. However, after this sentence, a trace of surprise flashed in most people's eyes. When will these madmen be so easy to talk to? Not to mention the rumors that the sword masters and sword masters would do it as soon as they met. Few people present could see Mo Dao's specific cultivation. If you really calculate it, you can roughly see that Mo Dao is an immortal of the Nine Heavens Xuanxian level. No more than one hand. After Jian Chi said the name of Mo Dao, the ancestor of the Huangfu family looked at Mo Dao and Wei Long with a strange look, and also closed his eyes and rested as Jian Chi.

These guys must have heard of the name of Mo Dao. The way of weapons is respected. The sword is the way of sword. However, it is not that the sword is better than the way of sword. It is because there are too many people who have seen cultivation. There are only a handful of people who can truly get the sword intent by practicing sword, let alone a master like Mo Dao. Although Mo Dao is only the cultivation of the ninth-grade Nine Heavens Xuanxian, he killed a titled immortal king thousands of years ago. One of the thirty-six immortal kings was killed by Mo Dao, a man who was not even Luo Tianshang Immortal, which caused a great sensation. Although Luo Tianshang Immortal is just a relationship household and the third level of the thirty-third level of the Luo Tianshang Immortal, such a record is enough to shock everyone.

Of course, there is another point. This guy is as cold as his name, and he is extremely indifferent. He is like a bystander when he kills people. He is also a lone man. He is not afraid of wearing shoes. No matter what background you are, as long as he dares to put a sword in front of him, even the illegitimate son Mo Dao will kill you without hesitation. A slightly larger force will give the disciples vaccination. Otherwise, if one day provokes such a guy who is simpler than killing a chicken, he will die in vain!

As soon as Jian Chi finished speaking, the undercurrent tide surged. Even the devil with a cruel smile was restrained a lot. In his heyday, Mo Dao killed an eight-tribulation fairy. If he used the second sword, it would be a huge joke. He would die if he used the sword, because Mo Dao also had a quirk. A person with lower cultivation than his own will never use one sword. After one sword, if he did not die, Mo Dao would not use a second sword. However, since Mo Dao debuted, no one with lower cultivation than Mo Dao could withstand a sword.

Although the Eight Tribulation Immortals present had whatever they wanted, had backstage power, had a large number of subordinates, and had immortal weapons..., no one dared to stretch out his neck to try if he was the first person who was less cultivation than Mo Dao and could withstand the next sword. No one could practice to this level, but he was stupid, could bend and stretch, when could he stretch out, and when should he be silent? These old foxes played with many times better than Wei Long, a guy who was almost rushing around.

For a moment, most people remained silent, but what they thought in their hearts. No one except themselves knew. It seemed that they had agreed to what Wei Long said just now, and no one had objected. Of course, no one dared to do this bird that jumped out and said that you are not qualified to participate in this matter. After a moment of silence, the ancestor of the Eight Tribulation Sanxian in the Huangfu family said in a deep voice: "We don't need to discuss it. There are three Fengxian Orders in Wantun Large Galaxy this time. We will decide according to the old rules of the cultivation world, win the first three, and win the Fengxian Order!"

After saying that, he looked around, and looked at the master of the Sword Sect, and paused at the place where Wei Long and Mo Dao were. No one talked to each other, and they all agreed to this extremely simple rule. To be honest, basically everyone understood that the people under the Seven Tribulations Sanxian were basically here to join in the fun, and the Seven Tribulations Sanxian were also here to make a good face. The real participants were only the four Eight Tribulations Sanxian. The people of the Sword Sect were disdainful to the Fengxian, but no one usually fought with the Sword Sect, and this time they forced others to fight with themselves.

Even if you get the Fengxian Order, you will throw it into the sect. No disciple will ignore the ban of the ancestor Jian Wuxie and not obediently walk the path of the Nine Tribulations of Immortals. So, everyone has three-quarters of the chance, but the devil with bloody smell suddenly said: "Then follow the rules, only the scattered immortals can participate! This is also the rule. If you want to participate in the competition, find the scattered immortals!"

Wei Long didn't say anything, but just curled his lips and said softly: "Put your odor, I am the most abiding by the rules!" After saying that, he stopped looking at the Eight Tribulation Demon. It would stain my eyes with one more glance. A trace of anger flashed in the Eight Tribulation Demon's eyes, but the smell of blood on his body gradually faded a lot, but at least it had a cruel smile. The smile was no different before, and ordinary people really couldn't see it.

Wei Long sneered in his heart, without saying a word, looking at the strange competition in front of him that Zheng Zheng had learned to compete, the people under the Eight Tribulations of Immortals almost stopped, and seemed to have turned this originally meant cruel competition into a platform for competing Zheng Zheng's own cultivation strength. Wei Long was extremely fucked, and he was as powerful as a tiger in one go, and then he was declining, and three times exhausted. Wei Long's appearance, who seemed extremely stupid, actually had a sense of domineering behavior that no one could ignore. At this moment, he had been slowly exhausted.

Wei Long looked at all this without saying a word, watching coldly. After a whole month, everyone understood that the ban issued by all the top families and sects of the Seventh Galaxy were not dared to break. Although he was afraid of Mo Dao's stinky face that had not changed for a whole month, no one cared about Wei Long so much. I don't know where the naughty prince came out. If I don't have a good man, I will be killed by a black brick in the defense as soon as I go out.

Wei Long said nothing about those people's comments, as if he had made accusations. In the eyes of others, Wei Long looked down on the battle between these scattered immortals with low cultivation. After three months, Wei Long still did not take action, nor did the so-called scattered immortal masters appear to fight for Wei Long for this battle that has no meaning in fighting. Finally, the top ten of the battle appeared, and the top existences of the three eight-tribulation scattered immortals and an eight-tribulation scattered demon finally took action.

The first one to take action was the eight eight-tribulation scattered immortals. The old man's life spanning only thirty years. If he takes action, or is injured and accelerates the passage of his vitality, he will have twenty years of life spanning. The remaining people can afford it, but he cannot afford it, so he injured a seven-tribulation scattered immortal with one move. The others wisely launched this real battle. Although there were various benefits before, they were still not as good as a Fengxian Order.

Next, there was a battle between four eight tribulation immortals. The bloody demon of Eight Tribulation, after seeing the old man taking action, burst out with a laugh. At this time, Wei Long suddenly opened his eyes and said softly as if he was talking to himself: "It's your turn to take action..."

Mo Dao, who was standing beside him, had his eyes opened, and his right palm turned into a knife, and suddenly slashed the Eight Tribulation Scattering Demon, which was covered with blood. The sword condensed into the essence of the Three-Step Scattering Demon, appeared silently without any shocking power, nor any murderous aura overflowed, without any warning. Everyone could see that action, but even so, the sword energy that was only three-Step Scattering Demon instantly disappeared from the sky, leaving only the Eight Tribulation Scattering Demon standing in the air with a dull face.

After three breaths, the Eight Tribulation Demon squeezed out a strange giggle from his throat. The whole person was cut into two halves from the middle of his eyebrows to the legs without any error. The soul was cut into two halves together. The next moment, the Eight Tribulation Demon turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded. Wei Long suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand and waved it, and put the ball of blood mist into the Ten Abyssal Formation, and muttered: "Well, this is Eshura's blood evil. It's too wasteful to dissipate. It's not good to pollute other things. I'd better be a good person..."

At this time, everyone came back to their senses from the seemingly simple but deeply shocked everyone's mind. An Eight Tribulation Demon died like this, and his spirit and form were destroyed! One blow would kill! In the past three months, all those who had malicious speculation about Wei Long and even spoke rudely were like ducks waiting for filling, pinching their necks tightly by a big hand, suppressing them, so depressing that they could not breathe.

This guy didn't care at all about the rules set by all the top families and sects. Even the Sword Sect participated in this rule. He saw Wei Long's momentum and announced his words with a silly and domineering momentum, but then he became timid and depressed for several months. After several months, he had no extra words. He seemed to be suppressed by the rules and suddenly broke out.

The price was the life of an Eight Tribulation Demon. He didn't even understand why Wei Long dared to let Mo Dao take action until he died. Jian Chi, the leader of the Sword Sect, jumped slightly, and a smile of relief appeared in his eyes. No one knew better what kind of person Mo Dao was than the leader of the Sword Sect. If Mo Dao encountered this situation alone, it would be possible that no one would stay alive. This master was a lawless master, or in other words, this uncle didn't care who you were at all.

Everyone was silent. The people who were talking about this with their companions in a low voice just now were pale and wanted to slap themselves. The remaining eight-tribulation fairy old man looked at Wei Long blankly with a smile in his eyes. He thought to himself that when he saw this last time, he was a real guy without any taboos. As the Grandmaster of Formation, although his cultivation level was only about the Mahayana stage, if he took action, he would definitely kill 99% of the people here like cutting melons and vegetables. The peerless ferocious formation that could swallow space brought a lot of shock to this simple old man. Of course, those who knew that Wei Long was the Grandmaster of Formation was probably the only old man.

Only the ancestor of the Eight Tribulation Sanxian in the Huangfu family was a little overwhelmed. On the territory of the Huangfu family, an Eight Tribulation Sanxian in the Blood Demon Sect died here. He was not killed in the battle, but was directly cut off by someone. He died so frustrated. The middle-aged man slowly stood up and stared at Wei Long. At this moment, if he didn't understand that Mo Dao was simply following Wei Long as a thug, he would be a pure evil pen.

After a while, the old guy from the Huangfu family said in a deep voice: "In the battle for the Fengxian Order, only Sanxian can participate and take action! This is the rule set by all top families and sects..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Long curled his lips and said, "Did I want to participate in that battle? This is just a personal grudge between me and the smelly old demon. I can see that you are hypocritical. There are three Fengxian Orders, and there are exactly three people left. There is no need to compare the first three, just one person! "

As soon as Wei Long said this, everyone's eyes seemed to say that people could be so shameless? Jian Chi, the leader of the Sword Sect, handed a cup of tea cup to his mouth and was completely stunned. The old man who seemed to be about to fall into the soil seemed to understand a little. A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but just kept it silently in his heart. In the end, even Mo Dao couldn't help but look at Wei Long. The guy's face had reached the point where he could resist the heavenly tribulation. He was talking lies with his eyes open and his head was unconvinced. It was even more amazing.
Chapter completed!