Chapter 793: Those who kill will always be killed.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
Outside the Thousand Fantasy Palace, the scene reflected on the lake was sometimes turbulent, sometimes thunderous, and sometimes the black abyss came to the world. The tens of thousands of disciples of the Buddha Demon Palace were dizzy, and their moods kept fluctuating according to the battle situation.
Whenever the killing barbarians gained the upper hand, the cheers made the entire hall feel like it was about to explode. But if Liu Qinghuan gained the upper hand, some people would yell and curse, and some would be nervous and silent.
In short, everyone felt that it was eye-opening and even more exciting.
The so-called laymen watch the excitement, while the insiders watch the door. The high-ranking monks who watch the battle also comment with the people around them from time to time.
"Fellow Taoist Qingmu is really amazing. In the early stage of divine transformation, he can compete with the monks in the mid-stage stage on a par, and he seems to have quite a bit of energy left!"
"Isn't this a natural thing? He killed even the flesh and bones. It is said that after arriving in our world, he once seriously injured an Immortal Alliance monk with one strike, and broke the Small Wuxiang Daxuan Formation with one sword..."
"Ahem!"
Tong Zhen cleared his throat at this moment. When the speaker saw him, he realized that he had made a mistake and quickly kept silent.
Tong Zhen stared at the lake expressionlessly, but felt relieved in his heart.
No matter what Liu Qinghuan did before, it is extremely important to the Immortal Alliance now, so Tongzhen still hopes that he can win.
However, the situation soon took a turn for the worse. Liu Qinghuan stabbed the air with his sword, and anger showed on his face. The two people in the fight had a conversation, and then Liu Yi's expression became more and more proud, and he was showing off his own skills.
After using magical powers, he began to seize the opportunity.
Some people were surprised and said: "Have you mastered the way of killing to such a level? Everything is killed, and it is only an epiphany away from 'killing is not killing'!"
"Yes, the way of killing is not so easy to cultivate. The stage of killing everything is extremely difficult. It is easy to have a feeling of invincibility. From then on, the mind expands and the mind gradually becomes confused. And he is only in the middle stage of becoming a god. Tsk, it's really
It’s so awe-inspiring!”
Tong Zhen was suddenly shocked. With his cultivation level, how could he not see the fishiness in it! Moreover, the change in the battle situation was so abrupt that it was impossible not to doubt it.
He looked at Chang Ying solemnly, and Chang Ying looked back with an innocent face: "Senior Tongzhen, what's wrong?"
A sneer appeared on Tongzhen's face, and he whispered: "It's my fault that I forgot that your sect has a floating light forbidden magic. It must have been a combination of major cultivators who personally helped to temporarily seal Lu Yi's cultivation."
After a pause, he continued: "You, the Futu Demon Sect, really don't pay attention to the Immortal Alliance at all."
Chang Ying's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "The juniors don't understand what the seniors said. But how dare our sect not take the Xian Meng seriously? The Xian Meng is the person in charge of my Wanhu Realm."
His words contained a hint of sarcasm, so Tong Zhen's face instantly darkened. He endured it, and finally turned away, not wanting to look at him again.
At this time, the scene on the lake, the barren hill land where the two were fighting, had fallen into a large area of darkness. Liu Qinghuan had lost track of him. All he could see was the killing blade turned into a killing blade that shuttled back and forth, and the world-destroying thunder blasted across the screen.
The blazing light never dissipated the darkness that was as thick as stagnant water.
Tongzhen's eyes brightened, but then quickly dimmed.
The gap between the cultivation level in the early stage of becoming a god and the later stage was too big. The difference in mana alone was huge. He didn't think Liu Qinghuan could still win.
"It seems that you have made up your mind not to spare Aoki's life. Speaking of ugly words, if this incident affects Yun Mengze's return to our world and other sects hold them accountable, I will not cover up for you, the Demon Sect.
Half a cent!”
Chang Ying's smile faded: "So what if you kill that person? If someone dares to kill us before he returns, will anyone take notice of our Futu Demon Sect in the future? What's more, the words 'life or death' don't matter."
But he mentioned it himself, and our sect just agreed because we couldn’t bear to disappoint our distinguished guest."
Tong Zhen snorted coldly and was about to say more when the scene reflected in the lake suddenly changed drastically. He saw Lu Yi frantically slashing at the thick and deep darkness, with a puzzling look of panic on his face.
, and panic.
"What's going on with Lu Yi's expression? Did I miss something in the blink of an eye?"
"It's like he's seen a ghost, isn't he crazy?"
Many people couldn't understand. There was a buzzing sound in the whole hall, as if millions of flies suddenly flew in.
At this time, in the Qianhuan Palace, it was a matter of life and death, and no one could care about how many pairs of eyes were staring at them!
Liu Qinghuan held the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, and the bright red pen tip seemed to be soaked in blood. A mysterious aura lingered out, mixed with cold murderous intent, unwilling hatred, and overwhelming resentment.
"There is no way to know the other party's real name, so we can only replace it with blood."
Use the dark abyss of silence as paper, the essence and blood of the enemy as ink, and the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen to draw yin and yang with one stroke, and write down the merits and demerits with one stroke. You can settle the grievances and grievances yourself, and you can enter reincarnation again after finishing the calculation.
To avoid suffering in this world.
Liu Qinghuan's heart calmed down and his pen fell.
The bright and full vermilion slowly fades away, and the blood-like color pulls out sharply from the upper right corner and cuts diagonally towards the lower left corner.
A flick!
A long and shrill howl pierced the quiet night and reached the sky!
The next moment, as if a hornet's nest had been stabbed, the bright red body began to undulate and twist, and bulged into large bags, as if countless resentful souls were imprisoned in it, struggling hard to crawl out.
These resentful souls were all killed by Lu Yi, who practiced the way of killing, and had countless dead souls under his command. Those who were obsessed with hatred and refused to enter reincarnation were all drawn away from the place of sinking by the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen.
come out.
But Luyi, who was slashing at Jiyuan frantically, suddenly felt a shock, and there were murmurs, cries, curses, and shrill laughter in his ears. It was so shocking that he wanted to pull him into the realm of soul killing!
Liu Qinghuan's hand holding the pen began to tremble, and the magic power poured into the pen body like a flood that opened a floodgate. Even the thick darkness around him overflowed and poured into the tip of the pen!
The Qianqiu Samsara pen suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pieces at this moment, and the writing became stiff and difficult to write, and the remaining strokes also became difficult to write.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Liu Qinghuan was secretly shocked, what kind of treasure is the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen? Under the three seals, with his current cultivation level, he still has
I feel so uncontrollable that I find it difficult to write even the second sentence!
"boom!"
The abyss of silence was finally shattered, and Lu Yi appeared with a ferocious face. Seeing the bloody words in the air that were as deep as imprints, there was only a black hole of killing intent in his eyes.
He waved his blood sickle and without even looking at Liu Qinghuan, he rushed over madly and shouted: "Kill, kill, kill, kill you all! If you can't defeat me in life, it will be the same in death! I will kill you all.
Yes, hahaha, I killed them all!"
He has lost his mind.
And with his appearance, the screams became even louder, soaring to the sky and shaking the earth!
Each and every resentful soul just wanted to rush out of Liu Qinghuan's writing. The whole space was shaken by their resentment, and they wanted to tear the sky, the earth, and the person in front of them into pieces!
Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and she quickly made a seal. The dark death intention that had collapsed and left only the remnant was taken back and forced into the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen. Only then did she stop the violent trembling of her right hand and closed the pen in one go.
With a low cry, the light shines brightly!
It seems that the bell that attracts souls on the long road to hell always accompanies the journey to reincarnation...
It’s like Po Meng sighed softly on the Naihe Bridge and picked up the bowl of hot soup...
Or in the Palace of the King of Hell, the judge picked up his pen, brushed twice on the opened account book, and drew a big cross!
"Ahhhhh!"
Luyi, who had fallen into endless killing, seemed to see a powerful enemy, howling and rushing towards him!
"boom!"
The blood-red forks turned into two long overlapping rivers. Countless resentful souls stretched out their hands and feet from the river and pounced on Luyi, scratching and scratching, hissing and biting, their claws and claws touching the bones, and their mouths touching the flesh.
After the pain, Lu Yi finally regained consciousness, and a look of panic appeared on his face again. He hurriedly took out a soul-killing flag, and when he waved it, large areas of resentful souls were killed, dispersed, and collected into the flag.
However, he had committed countless murders in his life. He had sacrificed several mortal villages to blood sacrifices for the purpose of refining magic weapons. He had also been bloodthirsty, indiscriminate, and brutal in order to break through the realm. Many of them were powerful monks, and even for a while he was unable to harvest them.
To be exhausted, to be destroyed is never to be exhausted.
Luyi's body was filled with resentful souls. He shook his head and tried hard to maintain his sanity. However, the soul-killing realm implicit in the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen directly affected the soul, and it was not comparable to ordinary illusions.
.
His movements became slower and slower, and his eyelids gradually drooped...
Liu Qinghuan stood not far away with an indifferent expression, ready to strike at any time, but Liu Yi did not escape from the soul-killing realm in the end. He was overwhelmed by the souls who hated him so much, and was dragged into the river of blood.