The true understanding of humanity!

Yuan Langtian traveled the world for a thousand years and worked hard to create the Taoism.

Even with Hong Duanya's help, Zhao Chu spent ten days realizing it.

…

Ice cold!

Suddenly, the air on the 6th floor turned cold.

It's not freezing cold.

This is a kind of desolation, a kind of deprivation, a kind of coldness that does not even have temperature.

Qing Xuanle's pupils showed a kind of pitch black.

Like two whirlpools, one can never see the end.

Break the road of love!

One step without regrets!

The Qingxuan Sword in Qingxuanle's palm was completely shrouded in a layer of pitch black color.

withered!

The stone slab under Qing Xuanle's feet turned out to be like a sad piece of grass, deprived of its vitality and completely reduced to the most primitive dust.

On the road to breaking up love, everything will be ruined!

This was the regret-free path that Qing Tianyi took on Yuan Ying.

In order to end his love, he killed his first wife with his own hands.

He personally beheaded the son he doted on when he was in the mortal world.

A ruthless heart is deeply rooted and can destroy all inner fears.

The tip of Qingxuanle's sword touched the ground.

step!

Two steps!

Every time she took a step, the bricks and stones beneath her feet would turn into dust, and a series of footprints showed her determination to kill the monster.

And on the other side!

The ferocious monster, which had been passively defensive from the beginning, slowly stood up.

Quietly, people seem to have overlooked some facts.

Since he can block Qing Xuanle's repeated attacks, what will happen if he takes action?

"Under the ruthless words, there will be no bones left of you!"

With an understatement of the sword, a black hole appeared in front of the Qingxuanle sword tip, which communicated with another ferocious and bloody world, where death belonged.

"You have a way, so why don't I?"

Zhao Chu sneered.

The true understanding of humanity!

The sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling, and there were mottled spots all over the blade.

Zhao Chu's aura dissipated strangely.

At this time, he was like a teacher in a village school or a weather-beaten carpenter.

He stared at the sword in his palm.

Every tremor of the wind is deeply transmitted to the mind through every pore in the palm.

He raised his palm flatly, and the sword blade followed suit.

At this moment, Zhao Chu was like a child holding a sword for the first time.

He is a beginner, he is full of awe and admiration for everything about kendo, but he is also so clumsy.

He listened carefully to the sound of each sword strike.

The sword intention seems to be breathing!

…

Step by step, Qing Xuanle slowly moved towards the vicious demon's oppression.

But the fierce demon was holding the sword, clumsily like a beginner.

really!

The vicious demon can only rely on brute force. He can withstand Qing Xuanle's beheading, but he cannot even master the most basic sword-holding skills.

laugh at!

Even some human elites began to laugh at the evil demon's sword.

…

On top of the stands.

Those golden elixirs couldn't laugh. They didn't know the meaning of the fierce demon's sword, but they could feel the terror of Qing Xuanle.

The ruthlessness and desperation of that sword is enough to make one tremble with fear at just one glance.

With this sword falling, it can kill anyone below the middle stage of Jindan.

…

But those Nascent Soul experts all had cold faces.

I couldn't speak at all.

Qingxuanle burned his longevity and displayed the ruthless way of chaos Qingtianyi. Although it was unexpected, it was also reasonable.

But they actually felt an aura from the foundation-building ferocious demon.

Although it is still budding.

But that awkward posture of raising the sword is not because he is really stupid at all.

He was in a mysterious state, looking for the best angle to draw his sword.

Just like a peerless painter.

The reason why he stared at the white rice paper for a whole day was not because he didn't know how to paint. Rather, it was because he understood the true meaning of the painting and was just looking for a place to put his paintbrush!

fear!

Each Nascent Soul looked at each other in confusion.

When did the Viper Clan in the Southern Demon District suddenly encounter such a terrifying monster?

"For foundation-building demons that can enter the secret realm of the demon realm, the foundation-building time is within one year."

Tang Junpeng sighed.

After only one year of practice, he was able to resist the golden elixir. There was no such person in the entire northern realm.

The Forty Thousand Demon Generation... No way!

Zhao Chu?

No way!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Tang Junpeng was melancholy. At this time, the jade slip in his Qiankun Ring vibrated.

Open!

When the ferocious demon appeared, he issued an order, ordering the entire army's intelligence department to do everything possible to obtain information about the Nanyao District.

Looking at the contents in the jade slip, Tang Junpeng's brows could no longer relax!

"Viper Jiu Mo!"

"A month ago, he suddenly rose from the Momo Clan, killed all his Viper Clan peers along the way, and was named the Chosen Son of the Heavenly Demon Emperor by the Demon Realm."

"On the Heavenly Base of Emperor Minglong, burn the Tianyun Crystal Dust... 10,000 grains!"

Taking a deep breath, Tang Junpeng slowly digested the shock in his mind.

The other Nascent Souls looked at the jade slips with almost shocked expressions.

10,000 pieces of Tianyun Crystal Dust!

This is the ultimate in heaven!

This is the pinnacle of a realm.
To be continued...