Fu Canglu

Chapter 441 Fire Sea
People in the magic way are the most ruthless.

There is a saying that has been circulating in the rivers and lakes, and there are indeed many bloodthirsty demons who are bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. .

But in fact, there were not many devils in the Spring and Autumn Period. The one who really committed heinous crimes and was so notorious enough to be punished by both the north and the south was the Rain Devil.

His Highness Senluo Dao in the Northern Wei Dynasty was undoubtedly a great devil in the Spring and Autumn Period, but he killed a lot of people, but he won the awe of the Northern Wei Dynasty.Everyone feared and respected him, the big figures in the hall, no matter how high they sat, their attitude towards His Majesty has always been to avoid and retreat, for fear that the king of hell will roll up his sleeves and kill someone if he disagrees with him.

It is unknown what kind of magic practitioners were before the Spring and Autumn Period.

His Royal Highness has lived in the Holy Island for a long time. The Lord of the Mountain, as the co-lord of the Demon Sect and the number one Demon Master in the world, his daily hobbies are wandering in the Central Plains, setting up stalls in the world, enjoying leisure and peace, dressed in white lotus Mo Pao, how could it be so gloomy and cold?
Who did the Rain Devil kill for?Who did Yan Xiaoqi kill for?

The word ruthless is only correct for sentient beings.

Where is there someone who doesn't have a little bit of concern in his heart?
Hou Qing almost forgot what he was worried about.

Perhaps in the ancient times when gods fought, the group of practitioners who could stand at the highest place could be called "living gods" in terms of supernatural powers alone, cutting rivers, breaking seas, moving mountains, and covering the sun with a snap of their fingers.From the avenue to the simplicity, such a "living fairy" looks like a fairy, and he is extremely happy, but at that stage of cultivation, the only one who really loves is himself, right?

Hou Qing narrowed his eyes, his mind was full of confusion.

These illusory dreams, these poor ants in the world, the ridiculous dreams of the rivers and lakes, squeezed into my mind along the way.

He raised his head and looked at the bewildered woman in front of him who was covering her chest with her hands.

He only needs one breath to clear all these thoughts.

These distracting thoughts.

In my opinion, these practitioners who have such low cultivation bases and obviously have nothing, these obsessions in their hearts are just absurd jokes.

Hou Qing looked at Qing Shui calmly, neither advancing nor retreating.

These are just a dream formed by my stele. This woman is false, and the dreams of everyone here are false.

Murder is just a no-brainer.

When Hou Qing kills people, he uses string control techniques to strip people's minds and control people's souls. It's like manipulating a puppet, sharpening a knife and blunting a stone, and transforming into a purple mansion, that is, holding the blade tightly.

The soul of Master Jian has been suppressed by Hou Qing, and the same is true for all the souls whose Dao heart has cracked.

In an instant, most of the control rights of the stele returned to the hands of the former owner.

Hou Qing slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He was thinking about a question.

If I did it all over again, going back to countless years ago, how would I choose?
Hou Qing's face was calm, feeling the emotion called "regret" rising and falling in his chest.

He chuckled under his breath.

Instantly, a streak of black vitality spread past, faster than the sharp edge of a sword, and it was delivered in an instant, and circled around the woman's neck, bringing out a poignant pool of blood, and then returned to Hou Qing. hands.

Qing Shui fell to the ground miserably, his water shirt was stained red with blood.

"Great General Jane" not far away, with a completely indifferent expression, raised a hand, placed it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

The murderous black vitality that had been sheathed was re-condensed in the palm of the hand, slowly soaking into the palm like being sheathed, leaving spots of blood.

He sniffed lightly, with the corners of his lips raised, then took a second greedy sniff, raised his brows, then raised his blood-stained palm close to his cheek, stuck out his tongue, and made a gesture like "licking the palm" , the first time he licked it, his whole body felt like an electric shock, his fingertips and hair were trembling with joy.

The expression is truly happy.

He hasn't seen blood for a long time.

Then he frowned and narrowed his eyes.

He slowly raised his palm and moved it to the sky, his palm still aimed at himself.

Hou Qing stared at the clear water and blood in his palm, frowning, slowly stretched out his other hand, and touched his heart.

"puff"

"Pfft!"

There was a convulsion, a cramping pain.

Hou Qing's hand pressing on the chest slightly exerted force, pressing the chest into a depression, his brows still frowning.

I can't suppress this pain.

It's out of control.

After getting familiar with the pain, the patriarch of the demonic way slowly recovered his expressionless face, and spit out a sentence from his mouth.

"Mortal trouble."

It's just killing.

Killing someone you know will cause this kind of pain?
No wonder practitioners of this age are so vulnerable.

Hou Qing raised his eyebrows, thinking for no reason that "that person" who shared the same body with the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng after leaving the customs, used the body of an ordinary person, and would inevitably have many weaknesses that he did not have before. After controlling the core of the immortal stele, it would be a beautiful thing to take advantage of these weaknesses to turn him into a puppet and completely cut off all emotions and desires.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips rose.

Then there was a thunderous rumble from the dome.

Hou Qing raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the huge cloud layer blooming above the dome. The sky was full of light, spreading from the hole in the center of the cloud layer.

Someone came across the illusion in the stele.

The biggest thing in the world is cause and effect.

What else can resist the cause and effect in this monument?

Hou Qing looked up at the dome.

In the thousands of miles of skylight, a huge head poked down.

The two beards are hundreds of feet long, fluttering between the clouds and mist, swallowing clouds and mist.

Then came a ferocious dragon head that almost filled the entire sky.

Hou Qing's expression froze for a moment, and his scalp went numb: "A real dragon?! How could there be?"

Standing on top of the dragon's head was a young man in black lotus clothes. Before Hou Qing could finish speaking, he raised his hands and put them down in an instant.

Thousands of miles of clouds began to revolve around him, and the Zifu roared, and the general trend came together.

On Wanggui Mountain, there are thousands of miles of old dragons entrenched, lighting up human fireworks.

After getting that "fish in the pond", His Royal Highness's spirit and dharma in the Purple Mansion have been completed, the real dragon has risen, and gradually there is the old dragon that was dominating the world back then, forgetting to return to the mountain with its burden, raising its head to swallow the Bodhisattva domineering attitude.

His Highness lowered his hands, the real dragon on the soles of his feet cracked his lips, a smile that was not a smile, suddenly the situation changed, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wild cloud of thousands of miles was swallowed by the real dragon whale, and along a very long crack, it was extremely long. The narrow lip slit sucked into the belly at an extremely fast speed.

There was no wind or cloud in the dome.

His Royal Highness's eyes were golden, he lowered his head indifferently, and looked down, seeing the body of a woman with a bleak death, knowing that he was still a moment late, and that Hou Qing had invaded the soul of the great general Jian, and at this moment, he didn't know about the immortal stele. Within, how many people became "puppets".

He lowered his hands again.

The general trend of the world is coming.

With a bang, the invisible pressure came down.

Countless earth and rocks exploded from the soles of Hou Qing's feet, and his knees were almost crushed to the ground. The demon giant had a grim expression, and roared loudly: "Evil dragon! When I recover my cultivation, I'll take your piece!" The skin of the evil dragon has pulled out your bones"

The little highness clenched his fists expressionlessly.

The dragon opened its mouth on the dome.

An obscure dragon language slowly trembled from the real dragon's abdomen, spread and spread, the bones roared, and when it came to the voice, it slowly brewed and paused for a moment.

Then it was like the gates of hell opened wide!

The scarlet dragon flame burst out from between the lips and teeth of the real dragon in an instant. The cylindrical burning flame was blocked from the throat for a while, and then burst out. The diameter was tens of feet in size, and it seemed insignificant before the huge dragon head. It seems to come out of the tongue, but after the exit, the momentum is huge, like a sound wave passing through the border, it radiates instantly

The crimson flames pierced through and fell on the ground.

At the very center is a man who raised his arms with difficulty, resisting the high temperature that would turn his soul into nothingness.

Instantly swallowed by the dragon flame.

The man raised his hands in the flames, as if he had struggled to open up an extremely narrow world, his roar was drowned out by the roar of the dragon.

Hou Qing started running.

The real dragon turned its head slowly.

One on earth and one in heaven.

The sky-filled dragon flames continued to run through the head of one person, who raised his arms and ran extremely fast.

The entire land was ignited by this dragon flame comparable to the Void Flame of Suzaku.

The lower hall was expressionless, stepped on the real dragon's head, slightly fluttered his sleeves, and slipped out a long and narrow rapier from the sleeves of both hands, black on the left and white on the right.

The two soul power swords were not in a hurry to merge.

The little highness had a calm demeanor, exerted a slight force on his toes, and rushed out in an instant, rushing out from the high dome, stepping on the roaring flames, the lotus clothes were not stained by the flames, dancing wildly on both sides, the sky was full of red flames, reflecting the little highness's cheeks It was red, but it was murderous.

The pillar of flames bursting out from the mouth of the real dragon is like a passage.

From the dome, leading to the earth.

Lead to Houqing.

Holding a sword in each of his left and right hands, His Royal Highness stomped on the flames, his body was almost parallel to the flames, his long hair at the temples swept up, his clothes and sleeves danced wildly, and the two rapiers were thrown behind him by the speed of the galloping.

His Highness narrowed his eyes and looked towards the end of the burning flame. The man was no longer galloping at high speed, but stopped his moving figure suddenly, and stood on the ground like this, slowly withdrawing one of his hands, and the other With one hand, he struggled to resist the endless red flames.

The closer the distance, the more obvious his growling sound became.

His Highness remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on Hou Qing's withdrawn hand.

The patriarch of the magic way in ancient times slowly put the thumb of that hand in his mouth, raised his head, and stared at the little highness with infinite anger in his eyes.

An ominous sign suddenly rose in Yi Xiao's heart, and his speed suddenly increased.

The owner of the stele in front of him has the weakest cultivation at the moment, but his methods are mysterious, and no one knows what cards he has.

If he is allowed to get rid of his most important soul, he can regain the immortal monument.

Even the young highness of the Purple Mansion, who is in a good state, does not have the slightest chance of winning against this unspeakable practitioner from ancient times.

hundred feet.

ten feet.

It's almost here!

Two slender swords, one black and one white, were swung by the little highness at the same time, and fell down instantly.

"Great Soul Power Sword"

It's like opening the sky!
The dragon flames of the entire land were smashed apart by the force of this sword, and the huge pillar of fire was chopped apart by a single sword!
The crimson dragon flames that exploded suddenly scattered scattered like a sea of ​​flames.

In the illusion of Great General Jian, scarlet sparks revolved around His Royal Highness.

His Highness's cheeks were blazing red from the sparks, and the golden color in his pupils slowly faded away.

The big soul power sword stuck on the ground has been separated, turned into black and white soul power again, and put into the sleeve of the little highness.

Where the sword fell, there was a pit several tens of feet in size.

In the pit, there was no one there.

Only a living thumb was left.

(End of this chapter)