The reminder sound seemed to be coming from a distant place.

The sound of the demon shadow fist roars, and Mount Tai presses on the top.

Chen Yu's expression was calm, and the blue shirt on his body was automatically whispered without wind. His whole person's aura continued to rise. The fourth level of spirit gathering, the fifth level of spirit gathering, the sixth level of spirit gathering, and the seventh level of spirit gathering...

When this momentum reached its peak, Chen Yu did not retreat but advanced, and took a step forward in the air. The Divine Phoenix True Sutra was fully activated, and his whole body burned like the sun. At this moment, he was like the non-burning person who walked out of the divine fire, the True Lord.

Taixuan Nine Swords, Secret Technique: A sword shines the sun!

Use the body as the sword, the heaven and the earth as the handle, and use my hundred-year life to drive this sword!

Boom boom boom boom.

The fiery red sword light in the sky seemed to melt the space, and the sharp sword was in the sky. It collided with the blood-colored magical fists.

I saw the sword energy like a rainbow, like a steel knife cut on tofu.

Thorn!

This "long sword" cuts through the blood shadow magic phase, like cutting a thin piece of white paper, slashing towards "Su An" on his head.

"How is this possible?" Yuan Mo exclaimed in disbelief. The magical technique that drives this body, with the strength of the Golden Pill Realm, can't even stop the sword technique of a spiritual cultivator?

Chen Yu looked neither sad nor happy, and waved his right hand. He raised his sword and fell, and the fiery red sword light split "Su An" in half!

More than a dozen monks who were still staying in the underground palace looked at this scene in shock.

That's it? The demon cultivator who was just raging the underground palace like a great devil was finished like this?

Nangong Ying sighed quietly, "Oh..." The one who was killed was a visitor from the Demon Realm, but the one who died was her man's body. At this point, the hundreds of years of obsession in her heart disappeared. It was impossible for her to resurrect Su An again. There was no day to meet again in this life.

Luo Mingyue, Master Liu, and Nangong Wujiang looked at the two corpses falling on the ground in surprise, Chen Yu, who was floating in the air. The huge rock in his heart moved away. The threat of death disappeared!

Yu Shishi's beautiful eyes were hard to express, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. Who could have expected things to change so much?

Wang Qingyi, who was holding Yu Shishi's palm, cried whimper. She was sad about the death of her Taoist protector, Venerable Wei. Chen Yu had such strength, why did he wait until now to take action? She hated him to death!

I have slaughtered all millions of soldiers in the Demon Realm, and the sword in my hand is still bloody!

The flames on Chen Yu's body slowly converged, and the blue shirt was as usual. At this time, a black figure flashed out from Su An's body that was split. It was Yuan Mo's soul split.

Yuan Mo looked at Chen Yu angrily. His plan was frustrated and said with gloomy eyes: "How is this possible? Who are you? Sign up!"

The anger in Chen Yu's heart did not dissipate. Senior Sister Mingyue was beaten and injured in front of him. Where could a demon corpse be offset? Her expression was gloomy, "What name is asked? Didn't you be very awesome just now?"

Yuan Mo rushed up from the soles of his feet. His dignified prince actually slapped a small human monk in the face, mocked him, stared at Chen Yu, and said word by word: "I, the prince of the demon clan, Yuan Mo, swears in the name of the Demon Ancestor, no matter who you are, I will kill you from heaven to earth!"

He was so angry that he was holding his breath. He said this with hatred.

What else should I practice if I swear to be useful? Chen Yu replaced language with actions. The secret magic of spiritual consciousness burst out. After losing his body, Yuan Mo was still arrogant and viciously staring at Chen Yu's swearing.

In an instant, he was fixed in the air as if he was fixed, and his attempt to escape back to the demon realm in the space gap at the end of the Dan Pai was lost.

"Listen. The one who kills you is Chen Yu!" Chen Yu stepped forward, clenched his fist with his right hand, and blasted out!

Yuan Mo's soul splitting was hit by the centralized thorn, as if paralyzed, and his thinking was clear. At this time, a scream from his mouth, "Ah..." turned into a ball of black smoke and drifted in the air. He then disappeared.

I'll let you show off!

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Demon Realm.

In the hall where the space passages are detected, Prince Yuanmo, who was standing in front of the display wall, spewed out blood.

No matter what realm it is, the soul splitting will definitely be injured if it is destroyed.

The four demon generals standing beside Yuan Mo hurried forward, "Your Highness..."

Yuan Mo waved his hand and stopped the demon general from coming to support him. He had learned all the information in that world from the soul splitting place, and he had a calm face, "Chen Yu..."

The four demon generals looked at each other, wondering who the crown prince was talking about this name.

Yuan Mo left the display wall, took the demon generals out of the hall, and ordered the guards to say, "The construction of the space channel has failed. I will notify me immediately if there is any new situation."

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Earth, Desert Demon Cave. The third floor of the underground palace.

Chen Yu punched Yuan Mo and stepped forward to hold the Soul-Devouring Banner. The situation in the entire demon cave instantly appeared in his mind.

For the monks who are still staying in the underground palace, Chen Yu’s stunning sword is probably unforgettable in this life. What kind of state is that sword that has reached!

Wang Qingyi looked at the end of Danbao from afar, Chen Yu in the air pointed at his fingers, his red lips slightly opened, "He..." At this moment, she saw that Chen Yu was already covered in white hair!

Young man Huafa. How could such a stunning sword be without a price?

Yu Shishi sighed again. She probably knew what the price of Chen Yu's secret technique was: longevity! This is what a monk valued the most besides life. It is more important than the natal magic weapon she paid. She should thank him on behalf of the Chinese cultivation world, and it was him who prevented the birth of a catastrophe.

Nangong Wujiang seemed to want to speak but stopped seeing Luo Mingyue, and obviously he was not indifferent to Chen Yu's white hair, and his heart was bitter. It seemed that he was behind Chen Yu! Reality is not a novel, and no girl would agree to him once she was rescued. But with Mingyue's personality, she would definitely treat Chen Yu as a friend.

Nangong Ying snorted lightly, turned around and left. What kind of catastrophe in the cultivation world has to do with her?

Uncle Liu looked at Luo Mingyue and smiled with relief. On the one hand, this smile was that Luo Mingyue wanted to save her regardless of danger, and on the other hand, the elders looked at the younger generation's mentality. She was a experienced person and could see clearly the emotional matters.

Luo Mingyue's beautiful eyes, like the clear lake water, fell on Shen Yu's white hair. Her feelings at this moment are hard to describe in words.

Chen Yu turned around and nodded to Senior Sister Mingyue. While the remaining energy in the formation was still there, he sent all the monks out of the demon cave, leaving only Yu Shishi.

The space channel of the Demon Realm must be closed. He does not want the earth to become the territory of the Demon Realm. His formation skills are sufficient, but he needs the help of Yu Shishi, a person familiar with the situation here.

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Outside the Demon Cave of the Desert.

Another day's setting sun is like blood, and the lonely smoke enters the sky.

More than a month has passed since the Demon Cave of the Desert was opened. Monks from various sects were waiting in the towns in the desert. There were also many monks from casual cultivators, chambers of commerce, and newspapers.

Only some monks who were left here in the mountains were similar to eyeliners, but only more than twenty people. Just as a group of monks left behind were chatting, the sound of thunder was roaring in the mountains. A blood-red vortex appeared in the sky of the mountains.

Then, monks appeared like dumplings.
Chapter completed!