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There are many strong people in this world, but there are very few who possess such a strong evil spirit.

When this white-haired man took off his cloak, he was greeted by a surge of blood. This red color overwhelmed all the colors in the world. Even the moonlight could not escape its illumination.

This great demon was bathed in a sea of ​​blood. Everyone they met died in their hands.

The hearts of the four powerful Xuanzhao men suddenly jumped, and the terrifying Qi spread and penetrated into the bone marrow. In an instant, they felt like they were trapped in an ice cellar, but they were sweating profusely.

"This person...just killed how many people."

Everyone's hearts trembled. They felt that there were countless grievances on that person's body, and there were even dozens of mysterious auras tainted on him.

"This is Xuan's breath..."

Everyone was horrified. There were dozens of auras, like ghosts of wronged souls, entangling this person's body and lingering forever.

"This person...has killed powerful people in the Xuan Realm." Someone spoke and took a deep breath.

Each of the dozens of mysterious energies is not weaker than them. Some of them are even more powerful in penetrating people.

"The breath of the forty-seven Daoxuan is filled with endless resentment and even murderous intent..."

Everyone was horrified. These auras proved that this person had killed powerful men in the Xuan Realm, not just one or two, but a total of forty-seven!

Among them, it is even more superior to Xuan Zhao.

"Once you enter Xuanzhao, a monk can live as long as heaven in a true sense. As Xuanzhao monks like us, even if the master attacks us, it will be extremely difficult to kill him if we blindly escape. Who is this person?

How did you kill forty-seven powerful men in the profound realm?"

They raised their heads and glanced at the white-haired man standing in the depths of darkness. Their eyes passed by and finally stopped in the tractor.

Sixteen bodies are all in a coma. No matter how they are summoned, there is no response.

What they saw was that each body was penetrated by a punch, causing the physical body to be torn into pieces, and even the soul was torn apart, and the body was severely injured.

"A heavy blow..."

Except for the wounds on the chest or lower abdomen, there were no injuries on those bodies. It was obvious that they were severely injured by the punch of the man in white in front of them.

"One punch can seriously injure a powerful Xuanzhao, leaving him dying and unable to use his Xuanli... What kind of cultivation and strength is this?"

At this moment, the four of them looked at the middle-aged man behind them. I am afraid that even their master would not be able to do this.

Since this white-haired man severely injured these powerful Xuanzang men, why didn't he drive them all away and kill them all?

"This person is very strong, so strong that even my master can't figure it out. Why do strong men appear one after another in the Northern Cold Region?" The middle-aged man's heart trembled with fear, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"This person is different from that strong man. That person uses endless means to suppress the teacher everywhere, with no chance of winning. But this person's strength lies in himself. Those forty-seven mysterious auras have

After the strong man dies, he will linger around this body and never fade away in this life. These forty-seven auras are almost all cold and violent. It seems that he was a murderous person in life. Bathed in the sea of ​​blood, he is ruthless.

people."

This kind of people are very terrifying. They fight everywhere and become powerful with their blood. They are often unable to meet opponents in the same level.

Therefore, they are not afraid of throwing away their lives, only crazy. However, often these people who are least afraid of death are the most difficult to die. Unfortunately, these people still die and are killed by the same person.

"Three of these forty-seven auras are the auras of nirvana."

The middle-aged man stared into the white-haired man's eyes, his hoarse voice concealing doubts and anxiety, and said: "Who are you? Why did you capture my disciple? And why did you seriously injure these strong men?"

An uninhibited laughter came from the darkness, saying: "I kill and hurt people, so why do I need a reason? I can kill if I want to."

Most of these resentments were the ghosts and immortals that Chu Cheng killed in the Netherworld. He couldn't stand the ghosts and immortals in one thought of life and death, so he just killed them, so why bother to say anything?

"There is indeed no need for a reason. Fellow Taoist, I don't know why you are here, but if you think that I, the Qianfan Sect, can be bullied at will, then come and give it a try." Although the middle-aged man was sweating behind him and knew that he was outmatched, he still insisted.

Pretend to be calm.

We were attacked from both sides. At this time, an invisible strong man took sixteen dying Xuanzhao strong men and forced their way into Qianfan Gate. It looked like the person who came was not good.

The laughter was still there in the darkness, and I could only listen to the words spoken slowly.

"I said, I came here for the fate tablet. Originally, I wanted to take action directly and take away your fate tablet, but after hearing your previous conversation, I changed my mind."

"I can return your disciple to you. I can even help you fight against the enemy. The price you have to pay is your own life."

"Fate monument?" After hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded when he saw the figure in the darkness, and immediately said: "If fellow Taoist can help me, after defeating that strong man, he will definitely offer it to me with his own hands.

Waiting for the monument!"

"It's just that fellow Taoist, can you really have the confidence to defeat that strong man?" The middle-aged man still felt heart palpitations when he thought of that strong man.

That strong man has endless methods. Every method has the potential of destruction and is difficult to resist.

There was laughter again, and he spoke with arrogance: "In this vast and annihilated realm of Shenhuangtian, who is my opponent? Since I agreed to take action, that person will only be defeated by my hands. But I am confused,

Second life is a top priority for you and others, why did you agree so easily?"

"If you don't fulfill your agreement after I defeat that strong man, then don't blame me for killing you one by one!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I have no desires or pursuits, and the destiny monument I have condensed is just to illuminate an area. There are many dangers on the sky. Even if I step on the sky, I will not reach the realm of destruction.

Guaranteed not to perish."

As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved. With this wave, the pillar in the center of the five stone tablets not far away suddenly trembled and cracked, and rubble fell to the ground.

Then, what appeared in front of everyone was a jade tablet that was a little thin, but very neat.

The man in the depths of the blood sea kept his eyes on the jade tablet and let out a soft sigh.

He felt that although the vitality in that jade tablet was not too rich, it was dozens of times more than the life tablets of these sixteen powerful Xuanzhao men. It could increase the life by at least 50%.

But what made him excited was not the richness of the vitality. It was the breath of vitality that was so refined and contained no trace of impurities.

This shows that what this middle-aged man said is indeed true. This destiny monument has not been contaminated by other people's lives, otherwise it would not be so pure.

In the later stage of Nirvana, no one was killed.

"Fellow Taoist, are you trustworthy now?"

The figure in the sea of ​​blood nodded, without speaking, but stretched out his hand, grabbed a body directly from the cart, and pushed it forward.

In the end, it fell into the hands of a middle-aged man.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" The middle-aged man hugged the woman, clasped his fists and bowed.

The blood color gradually faded, and finally, it returned to the night again.

They saw that the strong man put on the cloak again, pulled the trailer, and walked slowly into the depths of darkness. The creaking sound became farther and farther away, and finally stopped.


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