Chu Yue said nothing, the flower on the other side of her eyebrows was strange and enchanting.
A savage smile appeared on Yin Hong's lips, and Song Zhihuan's cowardly expression of greed for life and fear of death was reflected in his eyes.
"Go underground and talk to the King of Hell to see if he can let you go."
Chu Yue's palm on Song Zhihuan's back suddenly tightened. The demonic energy not only eroded the essence in Song Zhihuan's bones, but also swallowed up Song Zhihuan's martial roots and Dantian, swallowing up all the martial emperor realm aura that he had practiced for many years.
In the black flower of the other side, which is thousands of times more evil than the devil root.
Song Zhihuan's eyes were full of despair, black lightning rushed straight to her Tianling Cap, and her whole body exploded like black fireworks.
Chu Yue turned her head and looked at Tianshan. The remaining disciples of the two Liefeng sects sneered and asked as they walked: "One by one, or together?"
"Ye Chuyue, you are too arrogant and vicious!"
The Tianshan Sect disciples' faces were distorted and furious.
boom!
Chu Yue's figure disappeared.
All that was left in the place was the dark afterimage of lightning.
call out!
The next moment, Chu Yue appeared in front of the Tianshan Sect disciples.
A whip hit the side of his head, sending him flying.
Then the thunder and lightning in his right hand gathered into a bow, he pulled the bow string, and a black lightning arrow burst out.
Halfway through, three thousand arrows were instantly fired, piercing the body of the Tianshan Sect disciple.
The martial roots, Dantian, internal organs, and essence of the bones of the Tianshan Sect disciples were all swallowed up cleanly by the black lightning.
At the same time, Chu Yue's demonic power grew stronger and stronger, and there was a shallow layer of ink-splashed smoke all over his body.
Chu Yue glanced sideways at the remaining two disciples.
These people subconsciously gathered together, pointing the weapons in their hands at Chu Yue, but kept retreating, their eyes filled with fear.
If they had known that Ye Chuyue was a demon and could kill Song Zhihuan at the Martial Emperor Realm with just a few clicks, they would never have provoked Ye Chuyue no matter what they did.
Chu Yue sighed helplessly.
"I... gave you a chance..."
After she whispered, she put her feet on the ground and jumped into the sky. She immediately drew the bowstring and three thousand arrows shot out.
As the arrows fell, they gathered into a huge demonic palm.
That is……
The Heaven-Eating Devil's Palm!
The lightning-intensive Heaven-Devouring Devil Palm struck, and the disciples of both sects disappeared like smoke.
The devil's palm devoured the Wugen Dantian of dozens of people, and the Bianhua in the abdominal cavity was considered full of food and drink.
At this time, Chu Yue slowly fell to the ground, the bow and arrow in his hand and the breath in his arms dispersed, like a lonely king standing here in the cold, his eyes filled with desolation and loneliness.
"Mei Chu——"
Wang Cheng looked at her back in shock, "Your devil..."
"unimportant."
Chu Yue looked back and asked: "Are you afraid?"
She is an evil person, a butcher with a machete in her hand, enjoying the fighting spirit in the bloody wind during the long night.
She was born to be a warrior who never stops. There will never be a day when she puts down the butcher's knife, nor will she ever become a Buddha immediately. She will never see a clear sky after climbing over mountains and ridges. What awaits her is only hell and pain day after day.
The abyss, the ground beneath your feet, and the road behind you are all the ghosts who died under her sword.
Wang Cheng is a gentleman at heart who punishes evil and promotes good, and he is a good disciple with good roots in the sect.
He walked the martial arts path upright and upright, which was totally different from her.
"How can any brother in the world be afraid of his sister?" A weak smile appeared on Wang Cheng's pale face.
Chu Yue's eyes were slightly red, she pulled her lips and smiled silently at him.
Xiao Bao was sleeping in the arms of the giant ghost, his eyelashes were moist and tears fell from his eyes.
He is sleeping.
Just because if he wakes up, his mother will be worried.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Wang Cheng vomited blood.
The faces of Tu Weiwei and others were also extremely bad.
Ji Rufeng said: "Chief Ye, they have overused the martial root fire, and I'm afraid the martial arts will be ruined."
Chu Yue never glanced at Ji Rufeng, but closed her eyes and used her body as a cauldron to refine the power of Shennong.
Gradually, a heavy snow fell in the formation space.
Shennong's holy snow fell on the bodies of several people in the royal city, healing their martial bodies.
Their martial roots were burned to ashes.
Shengxue merged and Shennong was reshaped.
Martial roots cast from snow, jade carved from ice.
The royal city was restored to its original state. After looking inside his internal organs, he raised his eyes again. His eyes were filled with joy.
What was born from the ashes was not an ordinary martial root, but a holy root, only under the immortal root!
Martial arts is the foundation of martial arts. If you can have an extraordinary martial arts foundation, it means that your future in martial arts will be more promising.
In other words, if Wang Cheng had possessed the Holy Root since he was a child and used it to cultivate, then he would not only be in the Martial Emperor realm today, but would also be at least a half-step Martial God.
Reborn and reborn, cleansing the essence and cutting down the marrow, are not as obvious as Wu Gen's transformation.
Just like a tall building rises from the ground.
If you don't have a good foundation, no matter how good your martial arts is or how strong your talent is, it will be of no use.
"No, it's not the Holy Root..."
Wang Cheng discovered that the reshaped holy root in his body was still growing, and he immediately blurted out.
"It's a fairy root."
Xiao Li opened his eyes, looked into Chu Yue's eyes, and smiled at each other.
Ji Rufeng and Qingqiu warriors were stunned.
Could it be said that Ye Chuyue gave each of these people an immortal root?
Each and every one of them felt so regretful that their intestines were almost green.
If they had known that self-immolation of martial roots could bring them immortal roots, they would have burnt the useless martial roots without hesitation.