Chapter 195 Dragon Ghost and Demon

[I'll tell you, is this the first update? By the way, Jin Gu is not dead... As for Lingkudie and Xiao Heng, it is impossible. Hey... Although they like each other a little...

He frowned and looked at the eighth-order black water octopus, and the withered butterfly threatened, "Don't lose the whole sect for an elder."

The black water octopus looked cold when he heard the words, and a sharp murder flashed in the octopus's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a man's voice suddenly sounded in the distance: "Huh, have you lost the whole sect? Just by you?"

With a flash of shadow, a man in a black gold cloak appeared beside the black water octopus in an instant.

"See the suzerain." Seeing this, the elders and disciples of the bloody sect immediately looked happy and saluted the people with excitement. Only the black water octopus moon killing just nodded to the people who came. And the patriarch of this bloody sect seems to be used to it and doesn't mind the attitude of the two at all.

"Is this the blood of Qianshan, the suzerain of the Blood Gate?" Xiao Heng squinted at the man not far away and whispered to himself.

Qianshan Blood, the suzerain of the Blood Gate, is the peak cultivation in the late Yuan Dynasty. Although the magic power is not as good as the elders of his sect, in his hand, he holds the blood melting order of the sect.

The Blood Melting Order was refined in order to better manage the disciples of the family after the founder of the blood evil ancestors ten thousand years ago. All monks who join the Blood Shamen must leave a trace of soul imprints in it. If a monk wants to betray the sect, he will immediately be sensed by the monk with the blood melting order. Then destroy the traces of the soul in it, and the soul of the betrayer will collapse in an instant.

This is why the moon's magic power is so much higher than that of thousands of mountains, but it has always been "willing" to serve it. As for the black water octopus, because it is a sacrifice, it is not so restrained. This blood melting order does not have much impact on the monks of the Sky Mirror at all.

Qianshan's blood looked at Lingkudie and Xiao Heng for a moment, and his face immediately became solemn. Obviously, I am afraid of the cultivation of the mirror of the withered butterfly.

"We are not here to kill your elders, it's just... Something in your elder's body is very useful to me. I hope the elder Yue can do it. Of course, you can also refuse. Xiao Heng's tone gradually became cold. The face also slowly showed a look of impatience.

Yue Killing's eyes were full of cold light when he heard the words. He looked at Xiao Heng and said murderously, "Don't think that you are the Qinglong family and I will give in. That trace of heavenly demon remnant soul has great kindness to me. Even if I die, Yueling will not give him to you." After Yue Yu's words, the gray robe waved, and a blood-red flying knife immediately appeared densely in front of Yue Yu.

"Xiao Heng... Kill it." As soon as Ling Kudie saw that there was absolutely no possibility of a peaceful solution, she immediately took out a silver-patterned rune and shouted at Xiao Heng while stimulating it.

There is no need for a reminder from the dead butterfly. Xiao Heng has been ready for a big war for a long time. A black light flashed, and the mysterious snake appeared beside Xiao Heng in an instant. And a thunder-striped folding fan appeared in Xiao Heng's hand. It's the wind and thunder fan.

Such a tense atmosphere makes the legs of the bloody disciples around them keep trembling.

In such a level of battle, it's strange that those bloody disciples are not nervous. It is estimated that a little aftershocks can make them die hundreds of times.

"Go down, all of you, and leave it to me and Yue Yu." As soon as the black water octopus felt the true dragon spirit from Xiao Heng's body, his eyelids trembled twice, and immediately shouted solemnly to the monks around him.

When the bloody disciples around heard this, they all seemed to have escaped from death, afraid that they could not avoid it and landed on the huge island below.

When Qianshan Xue heard the words of Black Water Octopus, he frowned and asked, "Black Elder, do you need me to help fight?"

Hearing this, the black water octopus waved his sleeve robe impatiently at Qianshan Blood and said, "No, go down quickly."

As soon as Qianshan Xue heard it and sighed, he immediately landed down.

Slowly turning his head, the black water octopus looked at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie solemnly, and said in a cold voice, "The ghost cultivation in the middle of the sky mirror and the dragon clan in the upper three worlds are the only seen in my life. I hope you don't let me down." After saying that, a dark ink-like bead was spit out and held in the hand with a little suction cup.

A fierce spiritual power was wildly poured into the wind and thunder fan. Suddenly, silver thunder lines like a spirit snake immediately surged out of the wind and thunder fan: "Eighth-order demon cultivation, I've only seen in my life, and you don't let me down." When Xiao Heng heard the words, he immediately urged the wind and thunder fan and said disdainfully to the black water octopus.

After saying that, he immediately waved his fan towards the black water octopus. A hurricane instantly came out in front of Xiao Heng's body, mixed with a cyan wind blade that kept spinning crazily in the hurricane, and hung it fiercely towards the black water octopus.

At the same time, a thick thunderbolt immediately flashed out of the wind and thunder fan. A mid-level spiritual weapon, in Xiao Heng's hand, actually brought a sharp momentum that shocked the world.

The black water octopus's face remained unchanged. When he opened his mouth, he spit out a golden spiritual sword and held it in his right hand.

Looking at the power of wind and thunder strangulation towards him, the black water octopus immediately pressed the dark ink-like bead in his left hand into the golden spiritual sword in his right hand.

A trace of dark black lines instantly appeared on the edge of the sword. Then dozens of strange sword lights instantly dissipated the power of the wind and thunder that was crazily strangled.

And the withered butterfly is against the moon at this time.

Although Yue Killing alone can fight five or six monks of the same level, the withered butterfly is one level higher than him. This can't be made up by sharp magic skills.

As soon as the silver flowing rune of the withered butterfly was stimulated, a thousand sword shadows immediately appeared in the sky above the head of the dead butterfly. Compared with the nearly 100 flying knives of Yuexu, I don't know how many times the momentum is stronger.

With a touch, Yue Yu almost spit out a mouthful of blood. The nearly a thousand flying swords, which seemed to be just sword shadows, almost scattered the thoughts in his real spiritual weapon flying knife.

"It is a strong high-order attack seal. This is terrible." Seeing this, a bad feeling suddenly came to my heart.

Looking at the withered butterflies that planned to urge those horrible sword shadows again, Yueling's eyes immediately showed a trace of magic. A strong momentum back to the mountains and seas, and at this time, it also broke out in an instant. The mysterious black runes gradually appeared on the skin of the moon.

"True demon spirit, it seems that the magic shadow in your body is indeed the remnant soul of the demon monk." Seeing this, the withered butterfly gradually showed a trace of fear in his eyes.

The breath around Yueling slowly stabilized, took a deep breath, and the hoarse voice slowly came out of Yueling's mouth: "What if you know, do you really think you can catch me alive?" The hoarse voice made the deafness on the back of the listener.

When the dead butterfly heard the words, it frowned and pinched the formula with both hands. The dense sword shadow suspended above his head immediately shot at the moon like ten thousand swords returning to the emperor.

Yue killed pushed his hands, and a large amount of magic gushed out of his hands in an instant. A mouthful of blood fog spewed out in an instant and mixed into the big demon gas in front of him.

The magic gas rolled over, and a huge real magic hammer was immediately condensed.

At this time, those powerful sword shadows were also shot in front of the moon.

"Miso miso..." A crisp sound of metal intersection sounded on the body of the moon. A layer of dark red protective light is the body around the moonlight at this time.

A huge demon shadow with a height of nine feet and nine feet tall is also gradually emerging behind the moon. Like a demon god who looks down on the world, it exudes a pressure that people dare not look directly at.

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