A fiery red air force hit Xuan Qi. Xuan Qi was like a projectile, drew a parabola and flew backwards. The air around his body was shattered like a crystal. The dragon armor saved Xuan Qi's life again.

After falling to the ground, all the flames in the void dissipated, and Xuan Qi lay on the ground to breathe. He heard the old man's voice in his ears: "Don't be stupid, you have opened your eyes in disguise. Try Baihui above your head. Is it much faster to absorb spiritual energy?"

After the old man mentioned this, Xuan Qi tried to absorb spiritual energy and suddenly realized that it was much faster. The original sadness on his face turned into joy, his eyes turned into firmness, his body rolled on the ground, jumped up, and opened his mouth and let out a roar: "Come on." Fu Ling's heart arrived, the wooden element in the left hand and the golden element in the right hand. A green wind blade condensed in the sky, and then whistled forward and slashed.

The so-called wind blade looks very powerful at first glance, but it is actually a very simple elemental separation and collision. When the wood element goes east and the gold element goes west, two different elements collide on the same object, forming a cyan texture and crushing and killing. This is the principle of the wind blade.

The green wind blade roared and pressed down the battle puppets that were chasing. Xuan Qi, who opened the sky eye, was the master of this land again. He possessed the divine light and kept twisting the seals in his palms. One by one, he burst into pieces and crushed the seven battle puppets on the opposite side, and stood up for a moment.

The old man used the dragon armor again, and this time the focus was on Xuan Qi's head. The old man would not tell Xuan Qi that his skull was now cracked and a big hole was exposed, and the brain inside was boiling. A kind lie could tell Xuan Qi, who was almost desperate, as if he was in a world of birds singing and flowers. A crack was opened to the skull. The old man dared to say that he had opened his eyes. He was so talented and so talented.

Xuan Qi, who was unaware of the truth, had a great power, with a raging fire on his left palm, and a raging ice on his right palm. His body was like an arrow from a string, rising directly into the sky, crushing the seven combat puppets. With the help of the spiritual energy of the heavens and the mixed five elements, the ice hit the seven combat puppets with a roar, and then the raging fire was burned beside the combat puppets. The stimulation of the two ice and fire heavens is beyond ordinary people's ability to absorb.

Huang Daxian, who had the lowest cultivation level, was smashed into pieces, and then his body burned in the flames and eventually turned into a ball of ashes.

"Master," Wei Guangzheng let out a sorrow cry, kneeling on the ground and crying. He smuggled to Hong Kong Island, without any place to eat and clothing, and sleeping on the street without any tiles covering his head. It was Wong Tai Sin who took in himself out of kindness and treated himself like a biological son.

Wei Guangzheng was lonely since childhood, without a father or mother. He got fatherly love from Huang Daxian and regarded Huang Daxian as his father from the bottom of his heart. Later, Huang Daxian was killed by Xuan Wuji, and Wei Guangzheng vowed to avenge Huang Daxian. He failed to kill Xuan Wuji, but instead killed Xuan Wuji's youngest son, the Seventh Prince.

He had no choice but to escape back to the mainland, hatred supported him, constantly strengthening himself, looking for opportunities to take revenge. Looking at Xuan Wuji who was controlling the combat puppet, Wei Guangzheng's palm quietly reached under his clothes, and there was a folded small crossbow on his back. It was originally just another preparation, but Wei Guangzheng could not have any place to use it.

The angry Xuan Wuji watched the seven combat puppets turn into six, as if Xuan Qi, who had drunk the stimulant, was brave and slammed the six combat puppets constantly. It was already to this extent, and the arrow had to be fired on the string. Xuan Wuji gritted his teeth and said to himself: "You are the descendants of future generations and are unfilial." After that, he became ruthless in his heart and finally made up his mind.

Just as Xuan Wuji pinched the mark in his hand, he took a step back and shouted a particularly strange note, then stretched his hands forward, and two blood arrows shot forward. One gushed on the original combat puppet, and the other gushed on the body of the five ancestors of the Xuan family.

The six combat puppets who were originally suppressed by Xuan Qi suddenly changed a lot. The body of the ancestors of Lei Xiao Sect gradually expanded, like a blown balloon, pushing up the magic of Xuan Qi's attack down.

The five ancestors of the Xuan family seemed to be melting wax, blending together. They hugged each other tightly and turned into a ball of flesh, a very strange thing, as if something new and bad is happening quietly.

"It's broken." As soon as the old man finished speaking, Xuan Qi didn't even have time to make any preparations. He expanded into the air like a big ball. His body suddenly exploded, and nine black lightning bolts hit Xuan Qi's chest, slap... Xuan Qi, who was floating in the air, was directly knocked to the ground, and opened his mouth and spit out a black blood arrow.

Xuan Wuji laughed madly and said to Xuan Qi: "This is all the ten generations of ancestors you forced me to accumulate seven puppets, and I have only refined one. I originally wanted to pass it on to my descendants, but now it seems that you will die under the iron fist of the Demon Lord who came to the world..."

Xuan Qi wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and watched the blood slowly swell up again. The bones and muscles in the human body seemed to be dismantled, and then combined again. A large demon lord appeared in this world after fusing from nothing to something.

The old man whispered: "Things are beyond your imagination. The demon lord who fused the five ancestors of the Xuan family has exceeded the scope of true qi transformation liquid. You are not his opponent, what should I do?"

Xuan Qi also had the intention to retreat. When he was about to escape, he heard Xuan Wuji, who thought he was sure to win, continue to say: "The complete form of the Demon Lord originally needed ten ancestors with the same origin to merge together. It's a pity that the original six ancestors were burned by you, but it doesn't matter. I will melt your flesh and blood into the Demon Lord's body. You will be his first sacrifice after he came to the world."

Just when Xuan Wuji was proud, Wei Guangzheng in the crowd had already opened the folding crossbow and pressed the crossbow string on the clamping spring. Then he pulled out the crossbow arrow from one side of the crossbow wall and pressed it into the groove. He aimed at Xuan Wuji's head through the ruler. The dark blue arrow tip bloomed in the sunlight.

Looking at Xuan Wuji's proud and arrogant look, Wei Guang was pulling the trigger. With a whoosh, the steel crossbow flew away and flew to Xuan Wuji's face in an instant.

Although Xuan Wuji was injured, he had been practicing martial arts for many years. He was laughing loudly and felt murderous intent. The laughter suddenly came, and he quickly retreated, exerted force on his legs, and his body soared into the sky like a big roc.

Dou's steel crossbow did not hit Xuan Wuji's head, but it was stuck on his thighs and fell to the ground. He felt his legs numb, tore open his trouser legs, and saw that the skin on the base of his thighs was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"There is poisonous on this arrow." Xuan Wuji's mind trembled, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the crossbow arrow, and then rushed out of his body to poison. The black and purple blood leaked out. Xuan Wuji's eyes were red, and he looked at Wei Guangzheng and roared: "What poison did you feed on the arrow?"

Wei Guangzheng stood up from the crowd and said to Xuan Wuji: "There are the venom of the Brazilian venomous spider and the venom of the Cobra King on the arrow. I am afraid that this toxin is not poisonous enough, so I added some branches and leaves of the heartbreak vine, mixed together, I think you will die." Wei Guangzheng, who was almost revenge, gritted his teeth at Xuan Wuji.

"What about the antidote? What about the antidote?" Xuan Wuji, who had not had much blood to flow, could not drive out the blood, and felt half of his body numb and immediately asked Wei Guangzheng for the antidote.

Wei Guangzheng shrugged indifferently and said, "I only prepared poisons and had no time to configure antidotes, so..." Wei Guangzheng, who was full of smugness, looked at Xuan Wuji's body and whole face darkened.

"Die for me." Xuan Wuji felt that his body was getting more and more numb, and his mouth and nose were fishy and thick. Xuan Wuji felt that death was just around the corner, and endless resentment rose in his heart: "If I want to die, you don't want to live." As he said that, he pointed his hand, pinched a seal at Wei Guangzheng, and finally ordered: "Kill them all."

With Xuan Wuji's order, the newly formed demon lord immediately stepped forward, nearly eight meters tall, weighed more than a thousand kilograms, slender limbs, short and flat chest and abdomen. Five heads were on his shoulders, and his skin was covered with strange golden colors. His fists were rising and he smashed Wei Guangzheng.

Wei Guangzheng was too lazy to hide. He could see that Xuan Wuji was at the end of his strength and was only one step away from death. He continued to speak and mock him: "Old Dog Xuan, you plotted against my master and refined him into a combat puppet, and I swear to kill you. Today, I will be revenge. It's so refreshing." He said and pointed at Wei Guangzheng: "The leader of the Xuan family, the great figure of Tongtian, died in the hands of me, a little ant, and I don't know what you did..."

The demon bombarded the respectful punch, smashing Wei Guangzheng who was chattering into a meat pie. Even if Wei Guangzheng's deformed head rolled on the ground, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his slender mouth, he had been fulfilling his long-cherished wish, and he would be happy even if he died.

Pu Xuan Wuji spewed out the last little blood in his body, and the blood had turned black. A generation of heroes finally reached the end of their lives. With endless reluctance in his eyes, he looked at the scarred Xuan Qi and the extremely powerful Demon Lord. Xuan Wuji finally pinched a seal and said in a trembling voice: "Kill... Kill them all." As soon as he finished speaking, a generation of heroes Xuan Wuji died of poison.

It seems that there is a fixed number in the dark, and the grudges can be written off at this point. But it leaves a particularly big omission. The Demon Lord who has just arrived is like a wild horse that has broken away from its reins. No one controls or suppresses it. There is only one thought left in his head, that is, to kill everyone here. The powerful Demon Lord takes action

The audience who were originally watching the fun instantly became the focus of the Demon Lord's attack. One by one, the people were beaten into meat pies, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were bursts of panic and uneasy screams. The spiritual land that was originally a blessed cave heaven turned into a Shura hell in an instant.
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