Suning thought that the thoughts and consciousness of the semi-sacred realm were beyond his reach.
He didn't mean to ridicule Jiang Lin'an, but suddenly felt a little sad.
The two childhood sweethearts, a divine couple made in heaven, were supposed to be together for the rest of their lives.
Nowadays, we are separated forever, and all we have left is longing for each other and crying endlessly.
This desolation with nowhere to complain is very similar to that night on the main peak of Kunlun. Suning faced Lu Qian, who was an immortal guard, and even reincarnation became a hopeless hope.
The pain he felt made him confused, and he couldn't help but feel in a trance.
Jiang Linan just assumed that Suning had agreed. There were no more distracting thoughts in his mind, and the red clouds under his feet were billowing like the sea.
"Crash."
Blood and water flowed continuously, covering dozens of miles in radius.
The blood energy on the periphery of the Demon Buried Mountain Range is so strong that it is so strong that it makes one feel sick.
The previously torn abyss river had no time to recover. Under the corrosion of the blood, it collapsed uncontrollably again.
It exploded inch by inch, revealing a bottomless black hole.
"Duan Ziqian, this move of mine is Mingwu's ninth magical power, the "Killing Technique"."
"As you said, it was created with blood to pave the way for corpses and bones."
"In the Xuanyin Sea, countless monsters died at my hands."
"Eight hundred immortal realms, ranging from emperors and empresses to immortal kings and generals, are either enemies or intend to provoke and offend me."
"Don't talk about killing ten thousand people to complete the formation of this technique."
"You have seen the first eight magical powers that I have clearly understood, but you have not yet learned the art of killing."
"Today, I give you the opportunity to open your eyes and let you know what it means to follow your heart."
"Standing in a rut and not knowing how to adapt, how big is the gap between the two of us."
Jiang Linan bathed in the sea of blood and rode the wind and waves.
The five fingers of the right hand that was slowly raised were spread out, and then fiercely pulled toward the sky.
"Click."
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled.
In the Demon Buried Mountains, the demonic energy that has been deposited for nearly 30,000 years is rolling in.
Following Jiang Linan's movements, it turned into a long bloody dragon that could not be seen to the end.
The momentum is astonishing and the waves are endless.
"you......"
Duan Ziqian lost his usual composure and stood up in shock: "How dare you use the spirit of a demon to magnify your magical powers and evil obstacles?"
"How is this behavior different from that of a demon?"
Jiang Lin'an's white hair was flying and his pupils were blurry as he said: "I am a demon. I was one six thousand years ago."
"Every evil thing I have done and every sin I have committed has been openly and openly acknowledged, and I have never refuted or defended it."
"Unlike you, and even the entire Wen Palace, who talk so much about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, and how to cultivate a bright and righteous path."
"What about doing it in private?"
"Oh, you are selling dog meat with a sheep's head, deceiving yourself and others, and deceiving the world."
"In terms of being shameless and despicable, compared to you, I feel ashamed and greatly inferior."
Duan Ziqian sneered and said: "Don't show off your rhetoric here, Wen Dian will not change the purpose of practice because of you."
"Millions of years of ancient inheritance, right and wrong, when will it be your turn to question it?"
"With a stick of incense, after performing the killing technique, your soul can still hold on to the stick of incense until it dies."
"Then you will no longer be able to fight back and will be slaughtered by others."
Jiang Linan started fortune telling and said with a cold expression: "It's not certain who will live and who will die."
Duan Ziqian sacrificed the "Wengu Brush", the treasure of the Wen Palace, and said straight to the sky: "There are killing moves, and magical powers are powerful."
"If this killing technique is performed by yourself, it will reach 100% of its peak state."
"However, you only have a ray of soul left. Even with the help of the demonic energy above the Demon Burial Mountains, you cannot bring this trend to its peak."
"It may be enough to deal with practitioners who have just entered the semi-saint threshold, but for an old antique like me who has been a semi-saint for a long time and has survived for nearly 30,000 years, hehehe..."
His white robe made a sound, and he laughed proudly and said: "It's not enough, it's far from enough."
