Xu Xiuzhu and Lu Yixiang looked at each other, speechless.
Even Liu Qingya had a trace of doubt on his face.
The belated young man has a face similar to Xia Ze's, with a waterfall of long hair scattered on his back, and his cheeks under the cold eyes are criss-crossed with runes, exuding a faint red shimmer. On the black brocade robe, there are also There is an indescribable red beast.
On the battlefield outside Taoxi Temple, except for the bleak sound of the wind, everyone froze in place, not daring to express their anger.
There was no other reason, it was just because that young man, who was somehow divine, just sat on the red evil spirit, motionless, and exuded a terrifying aura of looking down on the world and being the only one to dominate.
At this moment, everyone's heart felt like it was being held tightly by a constant hand.
Xia Ze felt a slight force rising in the palm of his hand. He smiled evilly, and then a thousand pounds of force burst out from the palm of his hand, and he pressed down Vicchuro who had just raised his head.
There was a sound of gold and stone array on the ground, repeated several times, but Vichuro failed to break away from Xia Ze's control as he wished. He had to turn his head and asked with difficulty: "Three days ago, you could only fight with me on an equal footing. Three days, how did you cultivate such skills, and who are you?"
"You lowly ant, how dare you talk to me in this tone!" Runes intertwined on the young man's face lit up red, and he punched the man hard on his back.
The red fist mark was printed on Pichu Luo's burly red body. At first, he seemed to be unscathed. After a moment, a red ripple spread out from the place where the fist hit him.
There was a horrifying sound of cracking bones, and Vichuro wailed miserably. The blood veins on his body surged like writhing reptiles, and then turned into a dark purple color with sluggish blood.
"Boy... you started... so hard, aren't you afraid that the woman inside me will also die?" Vichuro's painfully twisted face turned pale.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Xia Ze spread his hands and said with a sly smile: "My master may be worried about this, but I can't swallow the sky. I want to see the fists that my master has practiced fighting with gods and dying more than three thousand times." Hard, or your bones are hard."
"Your master? Who are you?" Vicchura shouted desperately.
"I told you not to talk to me in such an equal tone. If an ant offends the emperor, he should be tortured!"
A light punch landed, and Vicchuro had no chance to dodge. His heart skipped a beat, he let out a loud shout, and his ghost left his body and flew towards the white-faced scholar who had transformed into a tiger demon.
When the white-faced scholar saw the scene just now, even from a few feet away, he could tell how troublesome the young man was, and he was naturally wary. At that moment, Nabichu was desperate and jumped over the wall to seize the body directly. This was not a rush. Do other people's mules help you farm your own land? Do you benefit yourself at the expense of others?
Anger arose in his heart, he roared, and the five white fingers of his right hand instantly turned into huge tiger claws, viciously slapping the Yin God as Vichulu flew towards him.
"Well, Chang Chong, when you took away my soul, you kept saying that you would be driven by me, and now you have gone back on your word, aren't you afraid of being punished by God!" Piqiuluo Yin Shen fluttered past this ghastly palm, hovering in the air and cursed loudly. .
"Tianzun, we have a relationship of mutual benefit and mutual utilization. I have finally stepped into the seven realms of heaven with great difficulty, so I naturally cherish feathers. Please, Tianzun, see that my practice is not easy, let me go, this little weirdo. If Tianzun comes to force me, Yes, if you insist on taking this body from me, don’t blame me, Chang Chong, for turning your back on me. It’s just that you are in the first year of junior high school and I am in the fifteenth year.”
"What a tough guy, I looked down on you earlier, but do you think I will let you get my soul easily without leaving any backup plan?" He said with a cold smile.
Chang Chong suddenly felt a scorching heat on his back. The scholar's gown suddenly rose into billowing black smoke, and the clothes turned into smoke and dust on his back.
Chang Chong's face turned pale. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't regain control of his body. As soon as he opened his mouth, a tiger roar that made all beasts tremble spread throughout the entire Diancang Mountain.
In the woods, birds scattered in all directions, and all kinds of little creatures began to flee desperately.
People had to cover their mouths, noses and ears to resist the deafening roar and the unpleasant smell of blood. The young man in black clothes, with a calm expression, bent down and grabbed the clothes behind the unconscious woman on the ground. Take it and throw it away casually.
The unconscious woman drew a beautiful arc in the air. Among the crowd, Li Qingshuang flew high into the sky, stepped on the ground with her toes, and then steadily caught the falling woman.
"Little sister!" Li Qingshuang held Li Mifang in her arms. She was a little worried at first. It was not until she used internal vision to check her breath and veins and found that there was nothing serious that she felt relieved.
Xia Ze, or Tun Tian, after finishing all this, walked slowly towards Chang Chong, whose pupils were white.
His steps were steady, and his eyes were as cold as the winter wind in the twelfth lunar month. In the eyes of everyone, he was like a sky-devouring ferocious beast that feeds on Kyushu in the fragments of the mountains and seas. Until he got farther and farther away, the invisible oppression as heavy as the mountains , then slowly faded away.
Therefore, everyone could not tell the difference between friend and foe for a moment, and even if the young man knocked back Vicchura with one punch, they did not dare to step forward to help.
Pichu Luo's Yin God dispersed into seven blue fireballs and penetrated from the white-faced scholar's seven orifices. In an instant, Chang Chong's pupils lit up with green light, and his originally tall but thin body began to squirm. Down, continue to swell and expand.
In the blink of an eye, the man's upper body clothes were torn apart by the burly flesh like granite. Gradually, black tiger stripes appeared on his chest and spread to his back. He turned his right hand, and a demon-conquering pestle as thick as a beam fell down. In the palm of your hand.
On the back, a streak of green flame gas turned into twelve ring-shaped flames, just like the sun rising and the moon setting, starting over and over again.
"Kid! The temple incense I accumulated earlier was not enough, so I couldn't use my full strength. Today, I want you to experience the real eight hot hells! You will have no regrets in this life!" Pichu Luo said to Xia Ze, who was walking towards him. He roared angrily, his eyes full of contempt for the ants.
The young man in the distance sneered, paused on the spot, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked like he was waiting to see what happened.
Lu Yixiang and Xu Xiuzhu were about to step forward to help him, but saw that Xia Ze just stretched out a palm backwards to signal them not to come.
Pichuluo had suffered a big loss at the hands of Xia Ze, so naturally he did not dare to take it lightly. He danced the magic pestle in his hand like a whirlwind, then gave a loud shout and threw it into the sky.
Within a radius of dozens of miles, a purgatory-like murderous aura of ghosts and gods rose out of thin air. In an instant, the sky was filled with black dark clouds and red streams of light traveling through the black clouds.
On the earth, everywhere you look in the blink of an eye, there are fires rising, nineteen mountaintops roar, and hot magma bursts out, including fire, magma, and thick smoke.
Under this unavoidable natural disaster, the bodyguards were frightened and scared out of their wits. They were just about to flee, but suddenly they found that the bodies of the guards around them had long since disappeared. Instead, their bodies were like burning red charcoal.
The ferocious ghost soldiers, who were as red as red, were holding all kinds of torture instruments and looking at themselves sinisterly.
The haggard woman with long white hair raised the soup bowl in a sinister manner and sang a creepy song.
The evil ghost with a terrifying face used a machete as a harp to accompany him.
"Master! Be careful!" Xu Xiuzhu took a few steps and slashed down with his sword, but the sword pointed at his master Lu Yixiang.
Lu Yixiang could still maintain a trace of clarity, and immediately took a few steps back and struck Xu Xiuzhu in the back with his knife, knocking him unconscious.
He turned his head and looked around. The bodyguards around him had long been reduced to mindless walking zombies in this eight-heat hell, and they were facing each other with swords at the people around them.
Lu Yixiang suddenly felt a burning sensation under his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw that the red magma spurting out had melted his feet. His fingers quickly hit the acupuncture points on his thighs, temporarily blocking the pain.
On the shoulders, use the spear instead of the feet as support to stabilize the body.
Are you really going to die here today?
Liu Qingya flew towards it, reciting the magic formula in his mouth. In the center of Taoxi Temple, a twenty-foot-tall willow tree suddenly appeared on the ground, and it continued to grow taller. It rose from the ground, and the scattered willow branches
It turned into thick vines with the mouth of a bowl, spread on the ground, blocking the ground where magma flames were gushing out, and then formed a large umbrella made of vines above the head.
People began to wake up from the madness, and the seriously injured were wailing.
Thousands of fire rain began to fall from the sky, quickly spreading on the big umbrella. The earth was covered by willow branches, and the magma underneath was about to move. Liu Qingya's face was as golden as paper, and he struggled to hold on.
Xuan Yi floated, and Xia Ze's figure floated in front of Pichu Luo, standing with his hands behind his back. He was outside Liu Qingya's Dharma, but the raging magma and the rain of fire that swept over him seemed like not a single leaf touched him.
, spread out in all directions.
"Eight-hot hell? Compared to my karma fire, it is indeed inferior." Xia Ze said with a calm smile.
A burst of indescribable strange words rang out between the two of them. In a moment, Vicchuro was horrified to discover that the real owner of this body, Chang Chong, was in the heart lake, frantically trying to take back the body.
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Two streams of blood flowed out from the nose. He raised his arms, and the flames roared on the demon-conquering pestle, and the pestle struck down.
Vicchu Luo looked a little surprised. That move, which almost used all his strength, was caught firmly by Xia Ze with one palm. Looking at his expression, it was full of teasing.
The originally white-faced man's face suddenly transformed into a huge tiger's head, biting Xia Ze's neck.
But he screamed and his fangs shattered on the ground.
The dragon of flames on the demon-conquering pestle scattered bit by bit on Xia Ze's body. The animal patterns on the black robe glowed with red light, swallowing up the flames and making the light a little brighter.
Those ancient words sounded again.
"I won't say it a third time." Xia Ze said coldly.
Before he finished speaking, the body that Vichu Luo had snatched away made a crisp sound of bone explosion. Thousands of hard bones in the body were all broken. He was shocked in his heart and was about to curse the tiger monster for why he chose to die in this way.
way to expel him.
Xia Zedong stood there, his eyes indifferent, and He Xu held the hand of the sobbing Jueming.
For a long time, a cluster of flames burned on the white-faced scholar's body, and turned into a raging flame in an instant. Strangely enough, the flame was strong, but it only burned on the man; even though the man was suffering from bone-breaking pain, he was still full of energy.
Smiling face.
Buddhism pays most attention to karma and retribution, what causes you sow, what results you sow.
In the flames, the green ghost disappeared, leaving only the white-faced scholar wailing in pain, rolling on the ground, but unable to put away the flames.
Xia Ze patted the shoulders of He Xu and Jueming, and said with a smile: "You guys stay here, I have some things to deal with, I'll come back as soon as I go."
Then he drew out the burning Lihuo Sword, flicked out the green fire with his sleeve, and left with the sword.
Outside Taoxi Temple, Lu Yixiang, who originally thought he had lost his feet, was surprised to find that his feet were intact, while the others were not so lucky. The first ray of flame of the Eight Heat Hell first ignited from the heart lake.
The inner fire is an illusion, but it is not an illusion.
If the cultivation level is not high, it is difficult to resist, and naturally there will be heavy casualties.
The spell dissipated, and Liu Qingya was able to remove the spell that consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy. If she delayed for a while longer, even she would be unable to save herself.
While everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, the young man who stood up with the sword was already hovering over the mountain in the distance, and was unhurriedly combing his long scattered hair into a bun.
"I originally thought I was just killing a thorn in my flesh, but I didn't expect things to become so difficult now. It's such a bad time and a miscalculation..." Xu Hun looked at the figure in the sky with a bitter look on his face.
"Sir Xu, he is just a martial artist of the third realm with a strong fist spirit. He is so domineering thanks to a semi-immortal weapon. With the national power of our Qi Dynasty, even if we try to plot against him, what can we do? Why should you, sir, have the power of others and destroy him?"
With your own ambition, wait for the general to lead the way to capture this person and relieve the worries of the adults!" Du Jiangchuan knelt down on one knee, raised his hands and asked for battle.
Xu Hun was wondering if this guy had been kicked in the head by a donkey, but Cao Yun, who was standing aside, also responded: "Master Xu, as the commander of the Yisheng Army, I am incapable of disciplining my subordinates, so I let them commit crimes at the border.
He has committed many evil deeds that are too numerous to describe, and he deserves to be punished. Please let the general go and kill this person, and make meritorious deeds."
Xu Hun narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said softly: "Okay, it's up to you. It's best if you want someone alive. If you can't catch someone alive, you can make do with someone half-dead."
"Yes, General Cao Yun! He will definitely fulfill his mission!" Cao Yun received Xu Hun's approval and jumped towards Xia Ze in mid-air.
Xu Hun looked at Cao Yun who was full of fighting spirit, sneered, turned around and said: "Du Jiangchuan, compared to Cao Yun's pig head, you still have some scheming and brains. This conspiracy is a bit wolf-hearted.
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Du Jiangchuan prostrated himself on the ground: "The adults are just laughing at me. I'm just removing some offal for the adults."
He couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. Cao Yun was well aware of the relationship between the Yisheng Army and the Changsheng Army. The two had been committing similar insults for many years, but neither one accepted the other.
By coincidence, he and Xu Hun were caught with the evil deeds committed by his subordinates, so they were naturally frightened. He had mentioned Daqi's identity earlier just to strengthen his confidence and make him believe that Xia Ze was afraid of Daqi and would definitely
I won't kill him.
On the other hand, Du Jiangchuan has a heavy responsibility. As a chess piece, Xu Hun will not let him seriously fight with Xia Ze, but what about you, Cao Yun? If I really win the first prize, then the Yi Sheng Army will
They were subtly merged into the ever-victorious army and were led by me.
So Cao Yun had to go no matter what.
But he forgot the most important point. If he, Xia Ze, was really afraid of the majesty of Qi, then why did your rebel army retreat without a single survivor?
Sure enough, after a while, broken limbs and blood continued to fall on the ground in front of Xu Han.
Another spherical object fell from the sky and rolled to Xu Hun's feet. A closer look revealed that Cao Yun's head and eye sockets were filled with confusion and panic at the last moment of his life.
"It's such a big deal..." Xu Hun looked at the young man above his head who was shaking away the blood, and squeezed his sweat.
"Commander Du, it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but I still need you to resist him for a while." Xu Hun took two steps back and ran away. His running figure looked like a hare, and he disappeared after a while.
"Master Xu, I..." Du Jiangchuan looked at Xu Hun, who was running away decisively. Before he could blurt out the curse words, he felt a heat in his eyes. The young man put away his sword and walked slowly over.
"I surrender, please spare my life, hero!" He hurriedly begged for mercy, but secretly he was secretly accumulating his innate spiritual energy and preparing to risk his life.
The next moment, seventy-two thunder crashes were heard above his body. Xia Ze slowly walked past him, treating him as if he was nothing, and went to catch up with Xu Hun.
Du Jiangchuan fell to the ground helplessly. His internal organs were turned into a ball of paste by the force of the punch. As long as he opened his mouth, blood would gush out from his mouth.
Fortunately, compared to ordinary people, his heart was shifted to the right, so the injury was not as serious as expected. Just as the rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling, Xia Ze punched seventy-two times in a row, using his domineering and arrogant
This method directly shattered the body of a seventh-level warrior like him.
What kind of power is this? Can a third-level martial artist kill a seventh-level martial artist by crushing him? And he even felt that Xia Ze didn't use his full strength.
When he was thinking about it, he hurriedly fumbled for a medicine bottle. In his early years, he burned, killed, looted, and looted the inventory of a certain alchemy master in a remote place. He accidentally found this life-producing creation pill. He heard that it could only be swallowed when he was about to die.
Only if you take it will it have miraculous effects.
This is the only chance. Whether you can survive or not is up to fate.
He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out from his mouth, then he rushed the pill in his hand to the ground. He rummaged around like crazy, and then stuffed the pill stained with blood and cement sand on the grass into his mouth.
After a long while, he wailed and then passed away.
The soldiers ambush on the mountain were like a tidal wave, and they continued to kill Xia Ze, but it seemed to be of no use. Xia Ze seemed to be in a deserted land, and he killed them one by one. He only used a fire repellent charm and burned them all.
Discard the armor.
In the end, he didn't even bother to use the talisman. After an earth-shattering thunder struck from his palm, only charred bones were left around him.
Xu Hun tried his best to hide his figure in the woods. Cangshan Mountain was only a small area. If he hurriedly flew away, with Xia Ze's semi-immortal weapon, he might catch up with him in less than a cup of tea.
He was annoyed while running. He originally wanted to help Wei Yuhan protect the road and kill this country man with mud legs. He never thought that this kid would make such rapid progress after not seeing him for a few days. He was only at the third level of martial arts.
It is easy to kill the Qi Refiner of the Seventh Realm, even the martial artist of the Seventh Realm is looking forward to the ocean and sighing.
In desperation, he panicked and hit a soft spot, causing him to fall over his head.
"sorry!"
The plump woman opposite slowly raised her head, thrust out her sharp claws, and said with a sinister smile: "You are the one I am looking for!"