Fu Canglu

Chapter 545
The evil spirit rose, and it was scarlet.

There was a shattering sound.

If the Dragon Tongue Bow left by the Great Sage Azure Dragon is fully drawn and an arrow is shot, even a practitioner whose physical body has reached the Great Vajra realm cannot resist the power of this arrow.

With this arrow, Gu Shengcheng aimed at Liang Liang's heart.

Five miles away, the moment the dragon tongue bow was loosened, the sky and the earth changed color, and there was a great silence. The invisible arrow cluster traveled through time and space, and shot a peacock from five miles away.

If it was that woman, she had never suffered any injuries.

Her Shan Hai Jing can still be used.

Her evil spirit can also come out at will.

Then this arrow, even if it is several times faster, it is impossible to really hit her.

If it was that woman, she would never have been plotted against by the ancient sword of the Phoenix Immortal in the purple robe.

Never been bombarded on the forehead by that half of Fu Canglu.

Then even if she forcibly shakes this invisible arrowhead, it will not cause serious problems.

if
No if.

Standing on the white ape's head, Gu Shengcheng thought quietly, the Qijiang River has been chanting the slogan of killing monsters for several years, but in the era when the five evildoers were equal, no one has ever been able to really do anything to Xiyao, the great evildoer.

He heard a shattering sound.

After the arrow cluster blasted the peacock's screen, a blood mist rose, and the sound of Xi Yao's heartbeat shattered the moment the arrow cluster burst.

die here.

He frowned.

He looked at the top of the sky, and the thick cloud of calamity still did not dissipate, but continued to press down with an even more furious trend.

Thunder jumped out of the clouds and shuttled continuously.

The hoarse roar was above the dome, like an ancient beast under the Sagittarius, roaring repeatedly towards the Daji Mountains in the world across the distant star river and sky moat.

Gu Shengcheng didn't quite understand.

How can a person who doesn't even have a heartbeat provoke such a powerful resentment in the world?

What is the meaning of this thundercloud?

The next moment, Gu Shengcheng's pupils shrank slightly.

He watched in horror as the silhouette of a slender man slowly emerged from the blood mist, and then lightly smashed his sleeves.

He didn't even see clearly how the man appeared five miles away.

Just a smash sleeve.

Five miles away.

The huge white ape at Gu Shengcheng's feet suddenly collapsed on its forehead, forming a huge backhand palm print. Its whole body seemed to be pulled by someone's backhand, and it was lifted off the ground like a mountain. It exploded into countless blood clots.

The heavy black robe made a rattling sound, Gu Shengcheng stepped on his feet suddenly, and just stepped on the ground, he raised his head, and looked five miles away with a little perplexity.

That smashed sleeve.

Just to clear the blood.

The man standing five miles away, his face was still shrouded in faint blood, but he was only wearing a black lotus dress, which was stained with scarlet at the moment, with one hand maintaining the gentle movement of smashing his sleeve, and the other The hand is holding the woman's body in his arms.

The lotus clothes fluttered and settled.

On the man's shoulders, scarlet and complex talismans kept floating, and in a fraction of a second, Yuan Zhongcheng threw away his arm as the price of the big sleeve, and countless frenzied breaths rang out, and the frightening power of that half of the floating talisman, His whole body was enveloped and lived.

The slender man let out a slight snort.

His shoulders leaned forward slightly.

The huge power of half of Fucanglu was crushed and collapsed.

Yuan Zhongcheng hovered in the air in horror, and found that he had lost all sources of strength, no matter whether he was moving forward or backward, he couldn't even move a finger.

The whole world was silent.

The man holding Liang Liang in his arms looked calm, stretched out a hand, took out half of the ancient books in Yuan Zhongcheng's arms, and flipped through them at will.

His eyes were always calm.

Without the slightest disturbance.

Yuan Zhongcheng once tried to understand the most precious ancient book of the Great Qin Emperor word by word, but unfortunately the words and sentences in this ancient book are no different from the heavenly book. There are countless mysteries. Great joy.

The man in blood-red lotus clothes flipped through the pages at this moment, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, it was not difficult to understand, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

His eyes reflect ten thousand green lotuses, one dragon and one snake sting lightly surrender at the soles of his feet, entangled between his sleeves, black and white, yin and yang, blessed by many visions.

Coupled with the sudden appearance of thunder between heaven and earth, it reflected him like a fairy in the sky.

After flipping through half of Fu Cang Lu, the man gently handed it back to Yuan Zhongcheng's lapel, patted the latter's shoulder, and gently pushed his palm, pushing Yuan Zhongcheng out of the Dayi Mountains in a short moment that seemed to be frozen in time and space.

The same short moment of solidification.

The man glanced at his head slightly, and he saw that there were 310 four iron cavalry in a radius of half a mile above the wilderness. The ferocious expression on his face, the floating bloodshot, and the blood and water droplets struggling and rolling on the iron sword all changed at this moment. very slowly.

"Swoosh."

In an instant, he disappeared in place, and appeared beside a huge horse. With a light push of his palm, he pushed the huge horse and the soldiers on the horse out of the Daji Mountains.

"Swoosh."

"Swoosh."

beyond time and space.

After a moment.

There are no more living things within a radius of half a mile.

A series of "squeaky" sounds burst together at this moment, roaring like a sonic boom, deafening.

The man slowly looked up at the sky.

He chuckled and said, "That's all."

Above the sky, the sky is full of thunder and calamity.

There are immeasurable kalpas in this world, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, incalculable, inevitable, and unshakable.

The man in lotus clothes, who didn't even have a dignified complexion, hugged Liang Liang in the blood-red shirt, rubbed Liang Liang's forehead, and asked with a smile: "Stupid?"

Xi Yao, who was in a daze and did not speak, did not move his eyes.

"It's not worth it for half of Fucang Lu."

Xi Yao stared at "Little Highness" with red eyes.

"Little Highness" wiped her waist and ribs with two fingers together, the flesh and blood pierced through the bones by the ancient purple phoenix fairy sword became as white as ever after the two fingers were wiped.

"There are some accounts that you can't figure out clearly. Let me help you figure it out."

A ray of evil spirit flashed between his brows.

This evil spirit condensed, and when it reached his feet, he stomped his feet lightly.

First, the small and exquisite "Phoenix Immortal" was shaken by a slight force, as if being delivered by someone, the sleeves of the lotus clothes rolled up and disappeared without a trace.

Ten miles away.

Xuan Shangyu, who had already had an ominous premonition in his heart, suddenly turned his head, and saw the exquisite and translucent Fengxian ancient sword, traveling through the space like a ghost, and handed it out unstoppably.

How fast this sword is.

There is no way around it.

Only next.

Xuan Shangyu's face was gloomy, and His Highness Sen Luodao, who was sticking to him in front of him, had stretched out his snow-white hands, trying to grab the transparent purple phoenix fairy.

Reincarnation of karma, retribution cycle.

This sword scraped off the flesh and blood of Yan Xiaoqi's hands, also pierced through the ribs, and finally stopped the castration, but pierced half of the sword point, leaving a small half of the purple sword point outside, still a little distance away from the purple robe.

Xuan Shangyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his pupils narrowed.

Through a black robe.

He saw a figure in lotus clothes so fast that time and space could not block it, suddenly appeared in front of Yan Xiaoqi, gently pushed out his palm, and pressed it against the hilt of Fengxian's sword, stabbing the two of them under Yan Xiaoqi's astonished gaze A heart-warming one.

"Little Highness" said softly, "I only use this sword, and I only ask about cause and effect, not about life and death."

When the voice fell, the figure of Lianyi had disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was in the tide of monster beasts.

All the monsters, the floating hairs on their faces, the mud on their palms, and the blood spilling from their lips and teeth, are all clearly visible.

A figure suddenly appeared in their pupils.

That figure appeared in front of Gu Shengcheng, condescendingly looking down at the man in the black and heavy robe.

At this moment, the blood in the bones of the monster clan boiled and burned uncontrollably, and the bones of some low-level monster beasts began to shatter and burst.

Gu Shengcheng looked at this man in lotus clothes who brought Xuanwu infinite coercion.

"Little Highness" squatted down slowly, put a finger on Gu Shengcheng's forehead, and gently exerted force, piercing through the forehead bone, but did not take all his life, and said in a calm tone: "A finger for an arrow. fair."

When this finger was taken out, "Little Highness" stood up again.

The red fingertips were stained with white.

He was already in the howling snow on the Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions.

Above the main hall, there is a supreme throne.

This is reserved for the "Maharaja".

For thousands of years, this seat has always been vacant.

It's just that a woman is sitting now.

In the silence of the world, a snowflake that should have fallen on Feng Bai's forehead is now stuck to the fingertips of "Little Highness".

Feng Bai, who was sitting on the "Maharaja" seat, didn't even have time to react, his forehead was pierced by his fingers.

The gust of wind gathered at the bottom of her feet suddenly dissipated. Looking at this ancient and majestic figure, she took two steps back gently, and said in a calm and indifferent tone: "Other people, I will deal with them according to cause and effect. Whether they live or die, I don't care. But you."

"In my Bachi Mountain, for thousands of years, there has never been a demon spirit like you."

"You know that I am in reincarnation and cannot wake up, but you provoke me everywhere."

"Pretending to be smart, overstepping the rules, deceiving the superior and deceiving the inferior, humble and inferior."

"You don't regret dying."

The "Little Highness" who had always had a calm face, when he arrived on Bachi Mountain, he was like an ancient king, with an undeniable majesty, furious and restrained.

Feng Bai on the throne was torn apart by the fury of the mountain roar and tsunami, gathered and recovered amidst the howling wind and whine of the White Tiger Great Sage, and shrank into the sleeve of "Little Highness".

"Little Highness" squatted down, squeezed a handful of snow, washed his fingers, rolled up his sleeves again, and rubbed his cheeks.

He returned to the Daji Mountains.

This time, it was not just the "Little Highness" who appeared in front of Xi Yao who was erratic in lotus clothes.

There are nine figures standing side by side.

A young painter with a bamboo basket on his back.

The young master of the palace with a brocade hat and sable fur.

A young boy from a brothel with innocent eyebrows.

The actor Hua Dan with heavy makeup and ink.

Ten generations of practice.

Thousands of years ago, before the demon king was reincarnated, there was only such a younger sister.

After thousands of years, the world has changed its appearance.

I've been down and out, and I've been rich.

Thunder roared, reflecting the wilderness like daytime.

His Highness smiled and looked at the tearful Liang Liang, playing with the Shan Hai Jing that was just his "plaything" thousands of years ago.

The mountains and seas in this world will dry up, and people's hearts will change.

What can be forgotten will always be remembered.

If the love is separated by mountains and seas.

Then mountains and seas can be leveled.

(End of this chapter)