Oh no, if the Mad Flower Sword Soul really kills Yue Wuyang, that's all!

Li Qingshan was about to stop him, and Yue Wuyang roared, with him as the center, a circular wave of air swept through hundreds of miles, and the end-of-the-way madness sword was also swept out.

Yue Wuyang's eyes were blood red, his muscles were tangled, and the scars on his body healed quickly, just like the real Asura King, he entered a state of explosion similar to the "Tiger Demon's Furious" and rushed towards the end-of-road madness sword. The speed was several times faster than just now, and the long sword slashed quickly.

A sharp stream was like lightning, destroying everything along the way like a shattered wave.

"It's finally interesting." The Mad Flower Sword Soul smiled, and was about to wave the sword to meet him, but suddenly disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Yue, I'll just click here!"

Li Qingshan reached out and took the end-of-the-road mad flower knife back from the Shura field.

The Mad Flower Sword Soul roared: "Li Qingshan, I warned you not to meddle in other people's business!"

"You can't kill him." Li Qingshan said confidently.

"Nonsense!" The end-of-road madness knife trembled violently.

"Don't underestimate others too much. If they can't beat you, can't they escape?" Li Qingshan said.

"Shut up, where can he run in this Shura field?"

"I never said I would help you trap him."

"You bastard who is stingy!"

"Shut up, bitch! This is your battle, not mine!"

The person was scolded by one sword, and the unfury monk was ashamed to listen, and was even more shocked by the power of this end-of-the-road mad sword. With one sword in hand, mortals could kill great monks. What kind of power should they have in Li Qingshan's hands?

Yue Wuyang's chest fluctuated violently several times before his eyes returned to normal color. This battle had a great impact on him. He was almost defeated by a knife, but it aroused the desire in his heart. If he could get such a weapon, his strength would have changed drastically. He flashed to the Shura Warrior Platform and looked at the mottled stone platform, his eyes shining brightly.

After a while, Yue Wuyang walked out of the Shura Field, had already tidied up his clothes, and said seriously: "Fellow Daoist Li, please lend me this Shura Soldier Platform!"

He completely recognized Li Qingshan's strength and no longer treated him as a junior.

...

Lianyue Mountains, Qingxiao Cave Palace.

Thirty-three skeleton beads rotated and sped, constantly changing arrays, always maintaining the skeleton demon array, causing a strong wind to roar in the abdomen of the mountain, and Xiao An was wearing a moon-white monk's robe and making a sound.

She stretched out her hand and turned into rosary beads one by one, connecting them into strings, returning to her white wrist.

She pondered for a moment, and suddenly a light golden Buddha light radiated from her body, and a solemn appearance made people feel awe-inspiring at first sight.

She raised her hand with a skeleton bead, and the light gathered on it, and the white beads were coated with a light golden color. It looked like there was no trace of evil spirit, just like the treasure of Buddhism.

She stepped out of the cave, and the clouds in the mountains were back, and the mountains were raining continuously, and the mountains became lush and green again.

"It's hard for you to hide for so long, let's come out!" Xiao An's clear-eyed voice echoed in the mountains.

A hoarse and cruel voice sounded, "I heard that you are Li Qingshan's Taoist couple, or the best disciple of Tianlong Zen Temple?"

Xiao An jumped to a mountain top, pulled out the knife with his backhand and raised it high.

"Slay the knife!" the voice said in surprise.

"Kill the knife." Xiao An's voice retelled calmly.

"Where did you get this knife?"

The clouds suddenly broke through, and a locust as big as a giant ship swooped down from the sky. The sound of flapping its wings was deafening, arousing a shrill sound of wind.

boom!

The mountain under Xiao An's foot collapsed and cracked, and huge rocks splashed in all directions. She had arrived at another mountain.

The flying locust demon handsome, whose huge compound eyes reflected countless figures of Xiao An, were filled with surprise. Her strength was beyond his expectations, and Xiao An's next words made him have no time to take care of these.

"Do you want to know where the Golden Cicada King is?"

"Golden Cicada King!" The Flying Locust King said gritting his teeth. During the countless days and nights of the Demonic Lord, he was thinking about how to take revenge, and there was no hatred, which was deeper and more intense than this.

"Golden Cicada King." Xiao An retelled it again calmly.

"Tell me where he is? I can spare your life!" said the Flying Locust King.

"It's in this Ruyi County, and it will ascend soon. If you want to stop him, be prepared!" Xiao An said expressionlessly.

"Where is Ruyi County?" asked the Flying Locust King. Ruyi County was traversing thousands of miles. If you want to find a hidden demon king, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"When the moment the heavenly tribulation comes, you will understand." Xiao Andu said.

"I want you to make it clear to me now!" The Flying Locust King roared and rushed towards Xiao An again.

Xiao An stood on the top of the mountain, his mouth slightly opened, and the mountains were suddenly illuminated by the Buddha's light, and the roar of the dragon rang into the world.

"King of Monk!"

The Locust Demon Master was shocked and said, the huge Locust Demon Master was broken by the dragon roar, and in the dazzling Buddha light, a ray of Samadhi White Bone Fire was collected one by one, collecting this resource.

The light gradually dimmed, and the clouds and mists in the mountains were entangled and gathered together.

"I don't need you to spare my life." Xiao An put away his knife and returned the sheath, turned around and broke through the air.

Apart from several peaks, Ruxin walked out of the cave, followed by a ferocious plague ghost, pinched his chin and thought for a moment, smiled slightly, followed closely, and flew into the sky,

...

On Longshe Lake, a deserted island that is almost impossible to be considered an island. The disciples of the Baijia Scholar Academy who come and go by are bypassed by this island, not only because it is the place where the White Wolf is in peace, but also because of the terrifying roars that often sounded at that time.

Whether it is day or night, winter or hot summer, it is like coming from the depths of hell, entrenched in people's hearts.

A few months ago, a disciple of the Fa-school wanted to get close to this island and wanted to get an opportunity from this Fa-school senior. However, before he even stepped onto the island, he returned to his residence without a blood-faced face and soon died of madness, so he did not dare to get close to this place again.

At this time, the whistle sounded again. In the center of the lush island, a woman kneeled naked on the soil, with gorgeous little snakes wrapped around her body, wandering on her skin, sometimes tilting her head from her skin and spitting out a blue snake letter. Her face was originally considered beautiful, but she was twisted by pain, her eyes were full of hatred, and she looked even more ugly, as if she was sinking into the deep evil spirits of hell.

Suddenly, the Hell Snake became restless, raised his head in the same direction, full of hostility.

Qian Rongzhi raised her head and saw a figure walking towards her, her steps were light and silent, like the wind, and her clothes were dancing. She couldn't help but hold her breath. As the figure approached, the snake of Hell calmed down again, sneaked into her skin, and formed a strange and gorgeous tattoo.
Chapter completed!