Chapter 117 Killing

How long has the heavenly court existed? Naturally, it is recorded in the classics, but for the two gods Xuan Wu and Zhengxu, who guarded in front of Fang Tianfu, day and night, I don't know the years. It is only a long time ago, long enough to forget the length of time.

For the night, the same days and the days of imprisonment are clearly imprinted in his heart bit by bit. At that time, he had no choice. If it had been now, if someone could pose the same threat to him, he would have eliminated it at all costs.

For example, Ziyao. For example, Fang Tianfu.

Naturally, Ji Ye would not naively think that after he made an agreement with the tourmaline, she would really kill Ziyao and give him his divine element in exchange for the obedience of the demon clan. The demon clan cannot be submissive. If Ziyao dies, the demon clan will not have any scruples. Their immortals have to abide by that kind of rules, and the demon clan doesn't have to.

Of course, the night will not make it difficult for tourmaline. At this time, there is no benefit to the demon clan, and he does not really have to unify the six worlds. If he can, he doesn't want to be the lord of the demon clan. Bixi said that his life should not only be revenge, but also his ideals and ambitions.

Jiye thought that he did not have the ideal of ascending to the supreme position, and he was too lazy to manage the six worlds. All he wants is to remove the shackles of the six worlds on him, kill the people he wants to kill, wait for him to do whatever he wants, and no one will jump out against him.

"I heard that Bitian Mansion has been destroyed?" Jiye turned his hands behind his back and asked such a thing in the wind.

Behind him, Leng Yu stood tremblingly with a group of little immortals on the original Bitian Mansion. Leng Yu is the only one who can face the demon Lord and ignore him. Other little immortals didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, but Leng Yu stood with a flat face, as if she didn't hear the night's question.

Jiye already knew the answer to this question, so he no longer forced it. He stretched out his hand and asked Fang Tianfu, which was far away, "Do you think the god will be happy to replace Fang Tianfu with Bitianfu?"

Leng Yu frowned slightly and said no.

After thinking about it, he clapped his hands like a child and said, "That's it. From now on, the god will live in Fang Tianfu. Let's clean up the place first."

Leng Yu and others didn't have time to speak. They only felt a gust of wind and involved them all in the air. They were dizzy for half a circle. When their buttocks landed dizzy, they were already at the gate of Fang Tianfu. However, I couldn't see the little immortals of Fang Tianfu. I only felt that I was hanging in the highest place of the nine heavens, and I didn't dare to move at all, let alone dare to stand up.

In the night, I squinted and looked at the empty Fangtian Mansion for a while, feeling a little lonely. At least he is also the demon lord, and no one came out to stop him. Is it because the immortals and soldiers are timid or don't pay attention to him at all?

However, stepping on the steps in front of Fang Tianfu, as if a stone fell into the water, and immediately a overwhelming force gushed in. Ji Ye shook his body slightly, immediately settled in place, and then continued to walk up against the force of resistance. When he stepped on the last step, the power suddenly disappeared.

"It's you."

When he heard the sound, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. His whole body suddenly became energetic and said with fighting spirit, "It's me."

Ziyao, who came out, seemed to be a little haggard. He only glanced at the night, left him in place and turned back to Fang Tianfu.

At night, he caught up like a gust of wind, stopped in front of Ziyao, and waved his hand. He didn't know where a machete came from. Wujin's knife was full of chill, as if it had condensed the greatest hatred in the world. The tip of the knife was straight to Ziyao, and the glazed eyes were reflected in a dark color.

"Breaking money?" Ziyao was staring at the machete, as if he had thought of something.

Jiye's hand holding the machete drew a dark shadow in the air, and then he heard a crackling not far away. I don't know which of the various treasures in Fang Tianfu was broken and fell to the ground.

"Brighten your sword." Ji Ye said provocatively.

Zi Yao withdrew his eyes, and his eyebrows were a little irritable. His clothes danced lightly, and he bypassed the black machete flatly. He waved his sleeves and left only a back for the night: "Kid, although it will be more troublesome to kill you, if you continue to challenge my patience..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Ziyao disappeared out of thin air in an instant, and where he was just now, there was a huge black machete three or four meters long. To be precise, it was a knife shadow that cut a big cut into the carpet made of the softest silver-tip grass leaves.

However, after all, the spiritual grass is a spiritual grass. After withdrawing the knife at night, the spiritual grass grows again at an unexpected speed and automatically weaves into a carpet that is no different from the original.

Ten meters ahead, Ziyao frowned: "I feel sorry for the body I made with my own hands. If you don't want to hurt it, don't take an inch."

Jiye didn't say anything and waved a machete and chased after it again. The knife shadow is short, but it seems to have long eyes. Every time it is about to meet Ziyao, it moves away or becomes shorter, which makes the night angry.

"This is not your knife. No one in the world can make it move except your father's ink refining." Ziyao seemed to be a purple shadow floating around, but the light tone came leisurely nearby, stimulating the night.

Jiye was even more angry, as if he was possessed. He waved left and right, smashed everywhere, and destroyed many artifacts in a row. It seemed that he no longer regarded Ziyao as a target, but simply wanted to destroy it.

For a long time, the night finally stopped, the machete touched the ground, gasped gently, and secretly released a breath to feel the existence of Ziyao.

Very good, he is really far away. As expected by Jiye, Ziyao's power is probably not enough to support him to transform the sword to fight, but the pressure of the gods is enough for him to easily avoid all the damage. So he is bound to choose to avoid it.

dragging a machete at night and walking in Fangtian's house, familiar as if he were in his own house. Then, the second arrival, Ziyao's room. Without any hesitation, he waved his sleeves and opened the door and saw the huge screen, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing shallow dimples.

Holding the knife with both hands, raising it, concentrating, gathering energy, and then suddenly opening his eyes, the huge machete split straight to the screen.

If you guess correctly, this screen is the place where the demon clan is really sealed. The obsidian-like pupils of the night began to show a red firelight, and he could already feel that he was close at hand.

With a loud bang, the machete smashed three feet underground, so deep that all the machetes were buried, but when he looked up, there was nothing in the screen. Standing in front of him was Ziyao.

Jiye maintained his original posture and did not move. Not to mention whether he still had the strength to pull out the machete after exerting his strength, but the failed blow and the counterattack of the power were enough for him to bear. One drop, two drops, the blood from the corners of his mouth just fell on the broken golden knife, but the dark knife body did not care at all, allowing his blood to slip instantly, and there was no scene of sucking blood to recognize the Lord.

"It's just an illusion. It was learned from Bier." Ziyao leisurely opened his mouth, and then inexplicably became angry with himself. His face was gloomy for a while. He pulled out his knife and shook his head and said, "I told you earlier, this is not your knife. If you want to kill me, change the weapon you can use."

Jiye wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, glanced around the room, looked at Ziyao's expression, adjusted his breath, and said with a smile, "It is naturally a little difficult to cut Ziyao's god with this knife, but it should be more than enough to cut a screen. Originally, I was thinking about how to kill you and save my mother. Thinking of you as a seal, I suddenly thought, as long as I break the seal, then you should also disappear?"

As soon as the words fell, Ziyao's eyes on the opposite side narrowed, and the glazed pupils gradually turned golden, and then the strong murderous intention was released, and the flood rolled in, washing away people's consciousness.

Jiye couldn't help coughing, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and barely supported his body with a machete.