The man in the scarlet robe pierced the chest of Zhan Yao Zhizu with his sword. He saw Zheng Yao Zhizu being torn apart, and the flesh and blood fell piece by piece to the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The filthy creatures climbing up the mountain raised their heads as if they smelled the fishy smell.
The shark's pale face twisted with the body parts and flesh flying all the way.
"Clang!"
A golden hoop fell to the ground, and the cave world disappeared like smoke.
The iron crutch and a medicine gourd half a man's height fell steadily into the altar. The man picked it up very solemnly and put it beside him, just like he had stood on the edge of the altar with the medicine gourd before.
Just like looking at the Tianshan Mountains.
The huge filthy kings swarmed up, and there was no trace of the minced meat that was devoured in an instant. They licked their mouths, still wanting to finish. Then they focused on the other filthy kings who had swallowed the flesh and blood of the medicinal feet. The next moment, the kings
They started fighting and began to eat each other's bodies. Even in the middle of the fight, they would bite off an arm.
At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, the filth that was attracted by the blood of the altar were instantly crushed to pieces by the aftermath of the kings' fighting. Even the altar where the man stood was shaking slightly.
He stared at the kings of filth fighting each other at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and the souls who performed the ceremony on his behalf in the center of the altar changed batch after batch.
The man looked thoughtful, and the movement below gradually subsided.
The pale giant beast covered in scars stood up, with corpses lying on the ground under its feet. From the man's perspective, the giant beast looked like a house cat sitting on a pile of white sesame seeds.
But before the King of Filth had time to show his victor's smile, his whole face suddenly split open, his huge head exploded, and thick blood mist filled the air. A figure emerged, surrounded by rich vitality escaping,
A light cyan halo formed behind it.
The man was not surprised at all.
There was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth, and a towering Dharma-holding sword above the sky once again pierced the figure in the center of the blood mist.
The torn flesh and blood was once again thrown into the filth, and kings came to fight for it.
"If you think about it, every trace of me should be eaten up and wiped clean." His eyes were calm and deep, and he stood upright, his posture more like a peerless sword than the sword light in his hand.
The man stood guard and killed me again and again. This was enough to kill the self. This was the 103,000th time.
Sometimes he was sober and sometimes crazy with the help of medicine. The power of the elixir dissipated, and the pool of clear water became filthy, even more filthy than before. In the confusion of his mind, he even forgot about his magical powers. This time, the magic weapon stopped in its tracks.
The earth did not heed his call.
Men are very accurate in their calculations.
this is the last time.
"There is no medicine left to walk around..." He inhaled and slowly exhaled the scarlet mist. There seemed to be countless figures struggling and screaming in the mist. He casually patted the mist away, and those figures disappeared.
The man's gaze that was originally focused on the foot of the mountain paused, and he turned to look at the sky.
The phantom of Kunlun Mountain sits on the clouds, casting down the ladder to heaven.
"The dragon veins here are so damaged that Kunlun is still able to send envoys."
The man's eyes narrowed and he saw clearly that there was only a figure descending from the sky on the ladder.
The moment he saw the figure clearly, a gloomy voice echoed inside the man, roaring: "Red Dragon!"
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Li Xi'an stepped down the ladder to heaven, his body golden and shining like fire.
The man in the scarlet robe no longer observed Zhan Yao's pacing and raised his sword.
The two figures collided in mid-air, and the air waves pushed away the thousands of miles of thick clouds covering the Tianshan Mountains.
Above the clouds, the pure white Dharma figure holding a sword faced the golden ancient tree from a distance. The sound of the sword and the sound of the jade tablets were mixed together, causing the entire spiritual energy in the world to become chaotic.
"Boom!"
The fairy mist rose, war drums were set up, and the gods walked out of the jade tablets, standing side by side in the clouds. The sound of the drums made the man's heartbeat suddenly slow down for half a beat, and he lost the opportunity. Li Xi'an's Dusk Sword and Xi Sword were unsheathed together, and the whole sky
Showing a magnificent golden red color, the Tianshan Mountains in the haze suddenly welcomed the light. Under this light, the filth melted like thin snow into the flames, leaving no trace.
War drums were beating, gods and men were shouting, and they wanted to suppress the demons. There was no need for Li Xi'an to disturb his mind. The immortals in the food of the immortals appeared one after another, and the heavenly soldiers and generals lined up to capture the remaining filth in the mountains.
Most of the filth that is not directly melted into the light is powerful. The giant beast's body is like a towering mountain. But to the immortals, it is just a pile of useless flesh and blood. Wherever the fairy mist passes, the giant beast falls,
The body looked like a pustule bursting from the earth.
Li Xi'an held the Dusk Sword, with the Xijian surrounding him. Every attack of the Xijian was at a tricky angle, and the sword was hidden in the bright light, and every time the sword was drawn, it flashed past like golden thunder, making it impossible to prevent.
From the sky to the altar, the man's sword was shaved off until only the outline of the hilt in his hand was left.
Silent and silent, his move was a shocking killing move.
The man's expression was calm as usual, but a sword light came out again. Although he had the power of pure yang, without the three fairy swords, the rough condensed sword light could not support the Five Elements weapons such as the Xi Jian and the Dusk Sword.
And the thousands of voices in his body have never stopped since he saw the red dragon.
Chattering incessantly and having a weird mood.
"Chilong, do you know why we still exist and have not left despite the rise of Kyushu?"
"Chilong, do you know that the universe is already a scene of death, even the law of return to the source is contaminated with the breath of decay and decay. We are getting stronger and stronger, and this universe is shrinking day by day. You can save this
The world is temporary, and when you die, we will still come back!"
"Red Dragon..."
The cold voice kept talking, either laughing or scolding, directed at Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an knew that these voices were telling the truth.
After the rise of Kyushu, there was peace and tranquility before the arrival of the Eight Immortals. The filth should not be as powerful and abnormal as it is now. They are scavengers, not things that can really kill a world with a knife. After the rise of Kyushu, kings entrenched the mountains in all directions.
One decreases and the other increases, and the filth is the one that decreases.
In Kyushu, the pale substance like a tide came almost at the same time as the unshakable ones, and instantly submerged most of the land in Kyushu.
At this time, the answer comes from the other party himself.
It turns out that it is because this universe has begun to die. With all things diminished, Dayuan's influence on this universe is naturally powerful to an indescribable degree. From this point of view, Kyushu's situation may be considered lucky.
Isolated from the universe, it is less affected.
Is it because of the monster outside the universe?
The sword light struck, and the scarlet Taoist robes flew.
Li Xi'an concentrated on swinging his sword and no longer thought about it. No matter what happened in the universe, he had to get over the disaster before him first.
That voice was right, as long as he wins, the next time the filth comes back, it will have to wait until his death.
Waiting for the moment of his death.
Can you...can you wait?
Those thousands of voices are still noisy, Li Xi'an's figure is growing bigger, the golden fire is flowing, and the dragon scales are angry.
"boom--!"
The man subconsciously raised his sword to resist, but this time the force was surprisingly terrifying, causing his arms to tremble and the sword light to crack. He raised his head and was slightly stunned. Even the noisy voices fell into dead silence at this moment.
Behind the thick and simple Bafang Red Sword, there was a ferocious ghost face staring at him. The face opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and exhaled hot waves of air.
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