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Chapter 589 I am willing to go through fire and water in Xia Yin Dao

Jiang Ding looked around and silently evaluated the Six Dao Sect's various methods so that he could use them against the enemy in the future.

Unsurprisingly, the Six Paths Sect will be one of the major obstacles for him to create a new order in Beiyuan, and it is absolutely impossible to retain it and must be completely eliminated.

This kind of demonic sect is too anti-human and there is no need to reserve anything.

"Tushan sword cultivator!"

"I know you've done your best, there's no need to pretend."

The animal realm is the base, and living beings transform into cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, and dogs, followed by the evil ghost realm, the hell realm, and then the human realm, the asura realm, and the heavenly and human realm.

Yin Dao, the Holy Son of the Six Paths, occupies the center of the path of heaven and humanity, surrounded by gods such as earth, fire, wind, and water. There is no longer any groveling, divine glory, looking down.

The sound is layered, echoing continuously, solemn and solemn.

"Sir, where do you come from? Are you from the East China Sea?"

Yin Dao said in a deep voice.

The weakest beasts are all in the Foundation Establishment realm, and beasts in the Golden Core realm can occasionally be seen.

"one move."

"you wanna die!"

One of the Six Paths Sect inheritance, unique to the Hei family and the Yin family who is in charge of the Six Paths Sect.

"Guess it?"

The Holy Son of Six Paths smiled coldly: "No matter how big the sect is, when it comes to Beiyuan, whether it is a dragon or a tiger, it will lie down for me!"

The Holy Son of Six Paths was furious. He reached out and waved, and the dark animal path flag flew into his hand. With a strong wave, violent black wind blew. The land he passed along the way became pitch black and lifeless.

Jiang Ding was not angry and said quietly.

Rumor has it that if this wind blows onto an opponent, it can instantly defile and distort the soul of a monk, turning him into a pig, cow, sheep, or dog. He can be driven at will by people, slaughtered, skinned, and eaten, without the ability to resist. .

Obviously, with all these performances, it was difficult for him to believe that this was a monk who was a casual cultivator. There were too many impossibilities.

The dark wind blew by.

"It's pretending again."

This animal spirit is called Black Wind!

"Your Excellency, please think carefully."

"not bad."

He threatened: "This is the territory of my Six Paths Sect. I have already sent a message, and all the master uncles will be here in an instant. Now you leave immediately. I can still pretend that nothing has happened, so as not to disturb the master uncles." Our retreat.”

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

On the desolate land, pigs, cattle, sheep, dogs, rabbits and other animals sprouted fangs and tattered wings on their backs. They were horribly deformed, and they came to kill them all together, overwhelming the earth, and their numbers were almost endless.

"I'll give you one move. If you don't make a move, I will beat you to death."

"Since you don't say it, I'll just pretend it's not the case."

Jiang Ding held the hilt of the sword and closed his eyes to feel something.

This black wind contains endless temptations, and people can't help but imagine the images of pigs and dogs being born, sucking breast milk, eating pig food, and then giving birth to piglets. The cycle is endless, and the monk's original life experience must be reproduced. and memories are roughly obscured, turning into a real sow.

"cut!"

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed out with a majestic sword. The sword light of destruction filled the sky and penetrated into the earth, everywhere.

Billions, imaginary and real, as if there were endless beasts of beastly distortion, roared and roared, and their bodies suddenly stiffened and became quiet.

Every beast, no matter how many there are, whether it is as big as a mountain or as thin as dust, has a blue sword mark between its eyebrows, and the violent evil spirit disappears without a trace.

After a while,

Billions of beasts disintegrated and disappeared. The animal path, one of the six paths, was completely empty. The aura of the animal path flag was extremely dim.

Click!

Accompanied by a clicking sound, a deep sword mark appeared on the flag, the size of a palm, bright in front and behind.

"Damn..."

Yin Dao, the Saint Son of the Six Paths, shook his hands.

This sword struck directly to the core of the animal path!

Only in this way, one of the six realms of reincarnation known as immortality was directly destroyed, and immortality was no longer possible, and the animal realm was completely wiped out.

However, can he believe the other party's words of sparing his life and throw away all the magic weapons?

Absolutely impossible!

He no longer believed this kind of words when he killed his brothers and absorbed their essence and blood to make up for his shortcomings when he was three years old.

"Hungry Ghost Wind!"

The Holy Son of Six Paths exploded with all his magic power, grasped the Hungry Ghost Flag tightly with both hands, and slammed it downwards.

woohoo...

The evil ghost flag patterned with thousands of evil ghosts grew to a height of a hundred feet in a breath. It waved violently, whipping up the black wind that filled the sky, and endless evil ghosts roared and roared.

Their limbs were slender, their bellies were bulging, their dark meridians were vaguely visible, and their mouths had fine black teeth. They followed the black wind and laughed strangely as they swooped down overwhelmingly. These starving ghosts are born with the ability to devour magic power. As long as any spiritual thing is bitten and devoured by them, they will never be reincarnated.

"Is this called Hungry Ghost Wind?"

"This is bad. I really can't praise you enough."

Jiang Ding was a little unhappy. With a flick of his finger, a ray of blue sword energy flew out, piercing the edge of the black wind and looking at an ordinary, thin and starving ghost.

The endless tide of hungry ghosts collapsed, and a large number of hungry ghosts scattered, and then disappeared under the sudden burst of blue sword energy.

"if not"

The Holy Son of Six Paths looked furious and stared at Han Lin with his scarlet eyes, frightening the latter to take a few steps back.

"The world of mortals..."

"Hold the wind."

"Grudge."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, and was too lazy to wait any longer. He drew his sword, chopped it down, and said calmly: "If you survive, work for me. If you can't survive, die."

The silver flying sword flashed away.

Everything is quiet.

Then, the terrifying sword intent of the Soul-Destroying Technique swung out in all directions, and a silver-moon Milky Way appeared in the sky, roared down, and the Milky Way rolled back, rushing towards the Son of God in the center of Gao Jutian's human path.

Wow…

The Silver Moon Sword Dao and the Heavenly River rumbled past, the empty beast path was destroyed, the hungry ghost path collapsed, the hell path was destroyed, followed by the wind of red dust that was said to gather the fireworks in the world and was enough to defile the world's most precious treasures.

The three-headed and six-armed hell war gods of Shura Dao roared and roared, each wielding the treasure of hell to attack, which was enough to kill groups of golden elixir monks. However, they could only struggle hard in the river of sword energy.

After a while, it disappeared without a trace.

"kill!"

The Holy Son of the Six Paths vomited blood and essence, and fell onto the final celestial banner.

Boom, boom, boom!

The drums sound.

In the realm of heaven and humanity, the gods of earth, fire, wind and water sit high in the sky, with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals under their command. Each one has bright armor, strict orders, and extraordinary bearing. After receiving the help of a mouthful of essence and blood, he becomes even more powerful. Under the sound of beating drums, He shouted and charged towards Jianqi Tianhe.

Boom!

The two collided and fought fiercely together.

It was obviously just a river in the sky, but when the turbulence filled the air, the sound of swords and soldiers were heard, and they were fighting fiercely with the heavenly soldiers and generals.

"This is really good."

Jiang Ding looked at Tianrendao carefully for a long time and praised it.

Most of these 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals are imaginary, condensed by magic, and the rest are real people. They have Qi training and foundation building pills. They are refined into heavenly puppets, put on armor, and filled into the head of the six paths. Among the heavenly banners.

It can be said that he has combined magic and formation, demons and cultivation to an extremely profound level. He is worthy of being the leader of Beiyuan Demon Dao, the Six Paths Sect.

"Congeal."

Jiang Ding pointed his finger.

The raging silver Tianhe suddenly stopped, slowly squirmed and deformed, forming a giant sword hundreds of feet long. The spirit-breaking sword intent condensed on the blade, rolling up a large space of ripples and storms, and slashing towards the people in the Court of Heaven and Man. The four gods of earth, fire, feng shui.

Boom!

Under the blade, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals were shattered, the soldiers formed by spells disintegrated, and the flesh and armor of the physical corpse puppets were shattered together.

The faces of the four gods of earth, fire, feng shui showed humanized panic, and they each used earthy peaks, sky-filled flames, thunderous winds, and broad water covers like the ocean to cover themselves.

boom!

Without any surprise, under the giant sword of Tianhe, the spells of the four gods of earth, fire, wind and water were shattered, and the immortal gods fell, leaving no trace left.

The giant sword also consumed all its power and collapsed spontaneously.

The place was deserted.

The sound of thunder and wind gradually calmed down.

"Uncle Tushan."

Han Lin whispered: "The Holy Son of Six Paths is very good at escaping. Lie Yang Jianzi chased him for a long time but couldn't find him."

"Ah."

Jiang Ding nodded, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

For a moment, open your eyes.

In the distance, the Saint Son of the Six Paths, with fluttering sleeves and a graceful appearance like a god, flew from afar. He ignored the mud and smoke on the ground and knelt down with a thud: "Master Tushan, Yin Dao is willing to go through fire and water for you. No excuses."

On the center of his eyebrows, a small silver sword stabbed lightly into it, already piercing the brow bone.

One more breath and the head can be pierced.

(End of this chapter)