On the sixteenth day outside the Xuanqing Tower, which was the second day after his second senior brother Zhou Wei left, Xin Xiaoqi looked into the void. Deep in his soul, he seemed to be receiving an inexplicable warning and felt a little uneasy.
"Xiao Niu, please call all the villagers in Niujiazhuang to go back to their houses and not to go outside the circle of Liuxian Valley."
Xin Xiaoqi looked at Xiao Niu solemnly. Now, the only two monks in Liuxian Valley were himself and Xiao Niu.
"Okay, master." Niu Xingguang stepped forward with somewhat immature legs, but extremely determined.
I have met all kinds of immortals from all walks of life in Mount Xumi. But I don’t know who the next distinguished guest will be.
Xin Xiaoqi secretly thought about it, but he came to the area where he wanted to control it, outside the range of the formation.
In the Xuanqing Tower, in addition to the Thunder God clone and the old patriarch of the Golden Wings, there is the elder brother Chen Gou who has merged with the God of Rain. That mother-in-law Athena is quite violent, but she doesn't know that in the Xuanqing Tower
, what state is it again?
Others, Qing Kongchen, Dou Shengjun, Miao Miao, and several Niu Lao are actually not very strong in combat. It seems that they still have a long way to go. Therefore, let yourself become the first line of defense of Liuxian Valley.
Sure enough, just when Xin Xiaoqi appeared in the void, a blue figure appeared not far outside the void.
Wearing a blue robe, he looks like an opera singer in Peking Opera, but there is an extra vertical eye on his forehead. On his left hand, there is a cold sword, which is held lightly. A pair of big eyes, as if they are always,
They were all looking at Liuxian Valley as if they were glaring at others.
"I have been here before. It is not as beautiful as it is now. I didn't expect that the one transformed by you is very beautiful." The man in blue robe seemed to be very familiar with Xin Xiaoqi, and talked to Xin Xiaoqi lightly.
Chatted.
"Every race should be respected. The Buddha said that everyone is equal, but there are differences between Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Bhikshunis, and mortals, let alone eight." Xin Xiaoqi looked at the man in blue.
The man's expression was slightly solemn and he spoke slowly and authentically.
"I am a Rakshasa. Do you know what race a Rakshasa is? How dare you talk such nonsense to me?" The man in blue robe looked at Xin Xiaoqi with some contempt.
"Oh?" Xin Xiaoqi was amazed and said with some emotion, "Yes, Rakshasa is actually the King of Ghosts. Telling you lies is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and a small witch has become a big witch."
"I came today for only one thing."
Rakshasa Tianna looked at Xin Xiaoqi with his big eyes, pointed at the Xuanqing Tower, and then said: "In this tower, there is a treasure that belongs to our Celestial Race, so in order not to hurt the harmony, you
It’s better to hand it over honestly!”
"Be kind? Ever since I came to Mount Sumeru, how have you, the Celestial Race, been even remotely polite to Xin Xiaoqi and me?"
"I have given you enough face. If you are like this, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Rakshasa Tian stopped talking and slowly took out the sword in his hand.
Xin Xiaoqi looked at Rakshasa Tian and shook his head gently. A master of the Celestial Race?
He is no longer the ignorant young man who just entered Mount Sumeru and moved to the top of the mountain. Even Wu Laojiu, who was in the early stage of deification, made himself miserable after a robbery.
"You have to understand that if you go against me, it may change your fortune, which was originally very good. Although the Rakshasa from the branch of the Celestial Race occupies some of Mount Sumeru's fortune, it is still not enough for you to squander."
"I, Rakshasatian, have been proud of Mount Sumeru for tens of millions of years, so I am afraid of your pitiful and ridiculous luck? It is really the most ridiculous thing in the world!" Hearing this, Rakshasatian suddenly twisted his nose in anger and said,
The sword cuts out.
"Cang," in the void, a pure sword light emerged, seemingly with boundless ghostly energy, gnawing at the mind and soul of the god.
Xin Xiaoqi frowned and pulled out the Qianqiu Sword that was sent to the imperial palace by Zhao. Sword energy emerged from the sword.
"Boom," a loud noise sounded.
Luo Shatian frowned and looked at Xin Xiaoqi with some uneasiness in his heart, because Xin Xiaoqi's sword struck in the void, and the loud sound also sounded in the void.
Not only that, when Xin Xiaoqi slashed down with the green sword, green divine light emerged. His sword, which was full of ghostly aura, was infected by the power of time and became extremely slow.
"What was ringing in the sky just now was the Avenue of Destiny?"
Rakshasa Tian felt a sudden pain in his body. He didn't know where the flaw had appeared in the countless years of cultivation, but his Taoist mind was a little unstable.
Xin Xiaoqi laughed and looked at Rakshasa Tiandao: "Yes, and no, but the root cause is that your Taoist heart is unstable."
"Sneaky, he is definitely not a good person." Rakshasa Tian suddenly became angry, and the power of heaven and earth burst out from his body, and his figure became illusory in the void.
Xin Xiaoqi was startled. He actually lost his Rakshasa form in this ghostly aura.
"Boom," Xin Xiaoqi was stunned. Before he could react, Rakshasa Tian's sword had already stabbed him.
"Dang," a crisp sound of metal clashing resounded in the void, and Xin Xiaoqi's figure was blown away an unknown number of feet by Luo Shatian's sword.
But Luo Shatian didn't even frown. Countless years of combat experience told Luo Shatian that although he stabbed Xin Xiaoqi with this sword, Xin Xiaoqi didn't seem to be seriously injured.
Rakshatian's face was solemn. He had long heard that Xin Xiaoqi was physically strong. A few days ago, King Shura fought against Xin Xiaoqi and was not injured. This proves that this guy is by no means a good person.
Whoosh, suddenly, in the void, divine winds suddenly emerged. This divine wind seemed to be the maker of all winds. He created the east wind, the south wind... and so on. This force of creation, mixed with
When caught in the strong wind, it becomes extremely powerful.
"Whoosh," the belt of Xin Xiaoqi's Bagua Qinggong Baoyi was blown by the divine wind, and it seemed that he couldn't even open his eyes.
But Rakshasa Tian did not give up. In a daze, he struck down with a sword.
In this sword filled with ghostly aura, divine fire suddenly emerged. This divine fire was also a flame that recreated the world, turned into the power of all kinds of divine fire, and enveloped Xin Xiaoqi.
"Mingguang Armor." A colorful divine armor appeared on Xin Xiaoqi's body.
This divine armor was not damaged at all by Rakshasa Heaven's wind and fire of creation.
"This, how is this possible?" Luo Shatian looked at Xin Xiaoqi in horror, his heart filled with shock.
"How is this impossible? Do you still think that I am Xin Xiaoqi who just entered Mount Sumeru and moved to the mountain realm?"
Xin Xiaoqi didn't know when a big black bow appeared in his hand.
This big black bow seems to be stained with endless blood of gods and ghosts, with bursts of killing and endless resentment rising into the sky. Compared with the ghostly aura of Rakshatian, Xin Xiaoqi's big black bow is even more...
Like the ghost king's sacred object.
"Whoosh," a jet-black arrow shot out from Xin Xiaoqi's pitch-black bow.
Rakshasa's sky-blue robe suddenly disappeared in place, trying to escape from the sky above Liuxian Valley.
Although the divine cultivation of the fourth level of the Creation Realm is not very advanced, it is not comparable to that of a small god. In a moment, Rakshasa Tian had already escaped from Liuxian Valley and arrived above Chang'an Mingfu.
When Rakshatian arrived at Chang'an Ming Mansion, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked back, he saw the dark arrow feathers still following behind him.
"Great Tracking Avenue? This kid knows so much?" Luo Shatian couldn't help but be scared out of his wits. Because above the arrow feathers, Luo Shatian clearly felt that he could kill gods easily.
The sky-blue figure of Rakshasa suddenly turned around and ran away in a panic.
"Who is in front of me? Why are you blocking my way?" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the void above Chang'an Ming Mansion.
Rakshatian looked up and saw a fiery red figure in front of him. Rakshatian couldn't help but said with some joy: "Demon Flame Sky?"
But the next second, what greeted Rakshasa Heaven was a rich and pure fire of creation.
"Boom," a loud noise resounded in the sky southwest of Chang'an Ming Mansion. Rakshasa Tian's blue figure was hit by the Demon Flame Sky in his own mouth and flew back.
Xin Xiaoqi looked towards the Liuxian Valley, in the northeast direction, at the returning Rakshatian, with a puzzled look on his face.
Next, a jet-black arrow hit Rakshatian's shoulder. A loud voice sounded further away: "The one in the blue robe in front is Rakshatian? I'm really sorry, I didn't see clearly who it was!"
"
Xin Xiaoqi couldn't help but look at all this and thought to himself: "Could this be the art of great destiny? The art of great destiny is to pray to the great road and let the Rakshasa be hit by an arrow in the sky, but it really happened. Is it so effective?
"
But Xin Xiaoqi couldn't figure out why Dao Dao was so disgusted with Rakshasa Tian, and he suddenly had an idea when he used the illusory Great Destiny Technique. Is it because he was too arrogant?