Immortal Path to Heaven

　　 The earth is hot and hot, the air is hot, if it is burned, it seems that it can burn the trachea when inhaled into the nose.

These hundreds of people have a heavy heart, full of vitality, staring straight at the light curtain, the momentum is intertwined, surging open, there is the potential of dragons and tigers shaking the sky, stirring the nothingness, from a distance, the purple air is lingering .

　　 This is also inevitable. It can be said that people who can come to the desert to seek for fortune are all Tianjiao first-class figures, who are naturally rich in luck.

　　 There is not even a lack of Taoism of each ancestor, and each of them is a leader of the generation and a leader in the same generation.

　　At this time, not far from the barren desert, a man in Chinese clothes was rushing through the desert.

　　 His face was handsome, his breath was surging, and his sword was shaking.

　　 Carrying a sword box behind him, the sword box is red in color, as if there are countless red runes beating, scarlet, very dazzling.

　　 This man is the master of the Jianfeng Peak, burying the sword.

Suddenly, he stopped and sneered behind him: "Come over again, you will all die!" While speaking, the sword box vibrated, shaking a sword arc in vain, a pure sword intention spread out, and directly The yellow sand within ten feet of him was shredded from it, and the cut surface was neat.

　　 "Huh, a big tone, robbing my Ji family's spirits, but dare to be so arrogant! You are looking for your own way!" A middle-level disciple of the Spiritualist said coldly.

"Well, even in the big ruins, even if you are an alien, you will have to retreat from Sanshe when you meet my blood dragon Ji family, you, hum..." The speaker was holding a long knife, his eyes gloomy like a vulture, and a scar slanted from his forehead Crossing the corner of the mouth, there is a hint of black gas, terrifying and terrifying.

　　 "Together to kill this, the dignity of the Blood Dragon Ji family cannot be humiliated."

　　 As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the Ji family were all red. After looking at each other, they all saw the firmness of their eyes.

　　 "Kill!" I don't know who yelled, these dozens of people rushed out at the same time and came straight to bury the sword.

　　 Burial Sword glanced towards the sky, with deep fear in his eyes. After his eyes were taken back, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the voice came from hell: "Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me!"

　　 The voice did not fall, and his right hand pointed diagonally to the sky, whispering: "Take the sword!"

　　 Suddenly, the blood-colored sword box shuddered, "creeping", the box cover flipped over, and a blood sword burst like a blood light. This sword is small and light, but it is full of extreme aura, just like it was just taken out of the pool of blood, the moment when the long sword flew out, even the space was stained red. The location is engraved with two small characters-Shen Tu.

　　 This is the sword of guarding the peak and the sword of the god.

　　 "The sword doesn't need to be buried, the sword needs to be raised." There is a pilgrimage in the eyes of the buried sword, and the raised right hand presses down.

　　In a flash, Shentu flew up and down, and the red mansions flowed to the extreme, drawing countless sword qi waves out of thin air, sweeping away in all directions.

　　 This moment, these dozens of people, only felt cold all over, and even had no strength to move their fingers, their eyes were full of horror. Immediately, the sword gas wave appeared, and in an instant, all the heads flew and rolled down in the yellow sand.

　　 killed dozens of powerful men in just one blow. This is the horror of Yifengdaozi.

　　 It was also at this time that the clouds rolled in mid-air, faintly revealing the scarlet color, and a sharp and extreme sound of breaking the sky came from the horizon.

　　 The pupil of the burial sword shrank slightly, and the eyes were full of fear. With a volley in his hand, Shentu Sword whispered and flew into his hand. He used his index finger to dry the blood above the god's tea, and moved his body to fly towards the light curtain. In my heart, the elixir of continuation of vitality, I must get it, whoever kills me will kill whoever, even if there is a sky in front of me, I will kill it with his sword.

　　 Suddenly, a sudden change, the clouds on the horizon exploded. This touch of blood was instantly intense to the extreme, and it was extremely fast. It was almost instantaneous, like a meteor that broke through the sky, directly smoothing the distance between the two.

　　 landed in front of the burial sword, he struck a **** coat with a blood dragon pattern printed on it, dancing against the wind, his expression was cold and abnormal, without any emotion. This person is Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, and the spiritual man peaked at his peak. After swallowing the blood of Xiaoman, the blood reaches the level of returning to the ancestor. Self-proclaimed to be able to win a half, is the most promising person of Ji family.

　　Blade sword adjusted the gas machine, clenched the gods in his hand, coldly said: "I still have a task in my body, I don't want to fight you." Obviously, he has suffered a loss in this person's hand.

　　 "This can't help you, killing so many people in my Ji's family. If you don't kill you, my heart will be unbalanced. If the heart is unbalanced, the intention will be difficult. If you are difficult, you will ask for no time." Ji Haoran's eyes were indifferent.

　　The five fingers of the burial sword clenched the god's sac, gathered their energy and spit out, and the body merged into the god's sac.

　　He was not afraid of Ji Haoran, but he wanted to enter the barren desert and obtain spiritual things that continued vitality. In terms of combat strength alone, the power of Jianxiu's attack is unparalleled in the world, even if this person has the power of blood, he is not afraid. It is very difficult for the characters of the same level of Daozi to want to kill each other. Moreover, there is a sword inscribed on his arm by the master of the absolute sword on his arm. Once used, even the Venerable has to avoid the edge.

　　 Ji Haoran snorted, chased and hurried past.

　　He was indifferent in nature, killing the burial sword, and taking revenge for the monk who died of the Ji family was only a small reason. More importantly, he had to prove the Tao with the blood of the Daozi, break the spirit to honor, and cross the Dragon Gate, so he pursued it all the way.

　　 Two Changhongs turned into a streamer, and it passed away in an instant.

At this time, under the light curtain, two purple lights suddenly appeared in Ouyang Ming's spiritual world. Although the radiated light was not as hot as the Venerable, it was more energetic, and his fluctuations made his eyelids jump, his heart was cold, the dark road , Two characters of Daozi level.

　　 In vain, he flinched inwardly and murmured: "It's him, Juejianfeng Daozi, buried sword?"

But another one, the breath on his body made him bored. After careful perception, his eyes were cold, and he said lowly: "Ji's family?" He felt the breath of the power of Xiaoman's bloodline on his body. People are the people of the Ji family who devour the power of Xiaoman's bloodline.

　　This thought has not fallen yet, and two Changhongs came across.

　　Ouyang Ming's eyes burned with blazing flames, the agitator kept agitating, and was round and smooth.

　　 Across the sky, like a white lightning that torn the space, when it fell, it was already in front of Ji Haoran, and Shen said: "People of the Ji family, **** it!"

　　 "Keep off?" Ji Haoran's face was extremely indifferent. He was a high-level monk. He didn't know how many he killed.

Ouyang Ming's face was plain and proudly said: "I want the blood of the ancestors in your body, I want it." At this moment, he appeared insanely mad. After practicing the idea of ​​ideology, he used domineering to support the domineering, and he became more and more active The atmosphere is decisive.

　　Even if he knows that this person is Jijiadaozi, what can he do?

　　Even if he has great fighting ability, what can he do?

　　For the barbarity, for his persistence, he had to fight. The eldest husband stood upright and did something. At this moment, Ouyang Ming only wanted to fight, only to get the blood back to the ancestor for Xiaoman. In this scene, just as he forcibly killed Dong Ruyu in front of Dong Chenyu, he did not want to retreat, and he could never retreat.

　　 When the voice echoed around, the silence outside the light curtain was extremely great, only the sobbing wind.

　　 Many high-level spirits have their mouths open, they can't believe it, their faces are all surprised.

　　Ji Haoran's reputation in the big ruins is so high that no one can frustrate his edge, there is a meaning that can be crushed for a generation.

　　What is happening now is that a high-level spirit man waved his hand with a big hand, and said indifferently, to take the blood of the ancestors in his body, this is simply a fantasy.

　　 After the silence, it was an uproar!

　　 "This... is this kid crazy? Even if it is the peak of the spirit, there are not many things that can block Ji Haoran's ten moves." A peak spirit spoke a little stuttering, his face full of shock. He once saw a pinnacle spirit who was shot into powder by Ji Haoran because of his poor speech, and the blood was sprinkled inside the stone wall. This picture once became a nightmare in his heart.

　　 "Yes, without three strokes, he will definitely die." A young man in white pondered and nodded.

　　Jiang Yingrong and He Jian looked at each other and saw their dignified colors.

Among these hundreds of people, the most shocking thing was to bury the sword. He couldn’t believe that Ouyang Ming, who didn’t put him in his eyes when he returned to Jianfeng, dared to block him in front of Ji Haoran. The blood of ancestors. This is comparable to himself. How dare he be a Daozi character? The world in his mind, because of Ouyang Ming's move, set off a wave of heights.

　　 Other monks outside the light curtain~www.readwn.com~ complexion.

　　 has sarcasm, disdain, ridicule, anger, and regret, and all kinds of expressions blend into one hearth, just like the taste of the world and the vicissitudes of the world. Just to say a word, there are rivers and lakes where there are people, and there will be disputes in the rivers and lakes. Off?

　　 These expressions fell in Ouyang Ming's eyes, but his face did not change a little, his eyes were deep, like the sea of ​​stars.

Listening to this, even Ji Haoran was stunned for a moment, with a playful expression on his face, seemingly smiling: "Fun, fun! Ji Mou encounters countless enemies and can fight many people, but someone as arrogant as you, This is also the first time I met. You are very lucky that your name can be in my ears. After you die, you can engrave your name on it on the stone stele where I preached. "This voice is bland, and it seems that Ouyang Ming must be used to prove the way, then he must be used to prove the way."

　　The so-called testimony tablet is also the person he killed along the way. Only after he has obtained his approval can he be qualified to engrave the name on the testimony tablet.

　　 It can be said that cultivators who can engrave their names on it have two things in common. The first is the first-rate characters of Tianjiao, and the second is the souls of Ji Haoran's men.

　　Ouyang Ming shook his head and said coldly: "I want to take your blood back to the ancestors." The voice just fell, his wrist turned, and he had already held the blood-gun dragon slaughter in his hands. ...

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