The man in the scarlet robe pierced the chest of Zhan Yao Zhizu with his sword. He watched as Zhan Yao Zhizu was torn into pieces, and pieces of flesh and blood fell into the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The filthy beasts who were climbing up the mountain raised their heads as if they had smelled fishy sharks, their pale faces twisting with the corpses and flesh flying all the way.
"Clang!"
A golden hoop fell to the ground, and the cave world disappeared like smoke.
Tieguai and a medicine gourd half as tall as a man fell steadily into the altar. The man picked it up very solemnly and placed it beside him, just like he had done before when he and Zhan Yao walked together on the edge of the altar and looked at the Tianshan Mountains.
The huge king of filth swarmed up, and the pieces of meat were eaten instantly without a trace. They licked their mouths, still wanting to finish. So his attention was focused on the other filthy kings who had swallowed the flesh and blood of Zhan Yao Zu. The next moment, the kings started fighting and began to eat each other's bodies. Even in the middle of a fight, they would bite off an arm.
At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, the filth that was attracted by the blood from the altar were instantly crushed to pieces by the aftermath of the kings' fighting. Even the altar where the man stood was shaking slightly.
He stared at the kings of filth fighting each other at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and the souls who performed the ceremony on his behalf in the center of the altar changed batch after batch.
The man looked thoughtful, and the movement below gradually subsided.
The pale giant beast covered in scars stood up, with corpses everywhere under its feet. From a man's perspective, the beast looks like a house cat sitting on a pile of white sesame seeds.
But before the King of Filth could show his victor's smile, his whole face suddenly split open, his huge head exploded, and a thick mist of blood filled the air. A figure emerged, surrounded by rich vitality escaping, forming a light cyan halo behind it.
The man was not surprised at all.
There was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth, and a towering Dharma-holding sword above the sky once again pierced the figure in the center of the blood mist.
The torn flesh and blood was once again thrown into the filth, and kings came to fight for it.
"If you think about it, that trace of me should be eaten up and wiped clean." His eyes were calm and deep, and he stood upright, his posture more like a peerless sword than the sword light in his hand.
The man stood guard and killed me again and again. This was the 103,000th time that this was enough to kill me.
Taking advantage of the medicine, he was sometimes sober and sometimes crazy. The power of the elixir dissipated, and the pool of clear water became filthy, even worse than before. In the confusion of his mind, he even forgot about his magical power. This time, the magic weapon stopped where he was and did not listen to his call.
Men are very accurate in their calculations.
This is the last time.
"There is no medicine left to walk around..." He inhaled and slowly exhaled the scarlet mist. There seemed to be countless figures struggling and screaming in the mist. He casually patted the mist away, and those figures disappeared. The man's gaze that was originally focused on the foot of the mountain paused, and he turned to look at the sky.
The phantom of Kunlun Mountain sits on the clouds, casting down the ladder to heaven.
"The dragon veins here are so damaged that Kunlun can still send envoys."
The man's eyes narrowed and he saw clearly that there was only a figure descending from the sky on the ladder.
The moment he saw the figure clearly, a gloomy voice echoed in the man's body, roaring: "Red Dragon!"
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Li Xi'an stepped down the ladder, his body golden and shining like fire.
The man in the scarlet robe stopped observing Zhang Yao's pacing and raised his sword light.
The two figures collided in mid-air, and the air waves pushed away the thousands of miles of thick clouds covering the Tianshan Mountains.
Above the clouds, the pure white dharma figure holding a sword faced the golden ancient tree from a distance. The sound of the sword and the sound of the jade tablets were mixed together, causing the entire spiritual energy in the world to become chaotic.
"Boom!" The fairy mist rose, war drums were set up, and the god walked out of the jade sign, standing side by side in the clouds. The sound of the drums made the man's heartbeat suddenly slow down by half a beat, and he lost the opportunity. Li Xian's Dusk Sword and Xijian were unsheathed at the same time, and the entire sky showed a magnificent golden red color. In an instant, the Tianshan Mountains in the haze welcomed the light. Under this light, the filth melted like thin snow into the flames, leaving no trace.
The war drums are beating and the gods and men are shouting to suppress the demons. There was no need for Li Xi'an to disturb his mind. The immortals among the food immortals appeared one after another, and the heavenly soldiers and generals formed an array to capture the remaining filth in the mountains.
Most of the filth that did not melt directly into the light were powerful. The body of the giant beast stood like a towering mountain. But this is just a pile of useless flesh and blood to the immortals. Wherever the immortal mist passes, the giant beast falls, and the corpse looks like a pustule bursting from the earth.
Li Xi'an held the Dusk Sword, and the Xijian surrounded him. The angle of each attack of Xijian is very tricky, the sword body is hidden in the bright light, and every time the sword is drawn out, it flashes past like golden thunder, making it impossible to guard against.
From the sky to the altar, the man's sword was shaved off until only the outline of the hilt in his hand was left.
Silent and silent, his move was a shocking killing move.
The man's expression was calm as usual, but a sword light came out again. Although he had the power of pure Yang, without the three fairy swords, the rough condensed sword light could not support the Five Elements weapons such as Xi Jian Dun Sword. And the thousands of voices in his body have never stopped since he saw the red dragon.
Chattering and weird.
"Chilong, do you know why we are still here despite the rise of Kyushu?"
"Chilong, do you know that the universe is already a scene of death, even the law of return to the source is contaminated with the breath of decay and decay. We are getting stronger and stronger, and this universe is shrinking day by day. You can save this The world is temporary, and when you die, we will still come back!”
"Red Dragon..."
The cold voice kept talking, either laughing or scolding, directed at Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an knew that these voices were telling the truth.
With the rise of Kyushu and the peace and tranquility before the arrival of the Eight Immortals, the filth should not be as powerful and abnormal as it is now. They are scavengers, not things that can really kill a world with a knife. After the rise of Kyushu, the kings occupied the mountains in all directions. One disappeared and the other increased, and the filth was the one that diminished.
In Kyushu, the pale substance like a tide came almost at the same time as the unshakable ones, and instantly submerged most of the land in Kyushu.
At this time, the answer was revealed by the other party himself.
It turns out that this universe is beginning to die. With all things diminished, the Great Source's influence on the universe is naturally powerful to an indescribable degree. From this point of view, Kyushu's situation may be quite lucky. It is isolated from the universe and is less affected.
Is it because of the monster outside the universe?
The sword light struck, and the scarlet Taoist robes flew.
Li Xi'an concentrated on swinging his sword and no longer thought about it. No matter what happened in the universe, he had to get over the disaster in front of him first.
That voice was right, as long as he wins, the next time the filth comes back, it will have to wait until his death.
Waiting for the moment of his death.
Can you...can you wait?
Those thousands of voices are still noisy, Li Xi'an's figure is growing bigger, the golden fire is flowing, and the dragon scales are angry.
"Boom——!"
The man subconsciously raised his sword to resist, but this time the force was surprisingly terrifying, causing his arms to tremble and his sword to crack. He raised his head and was slightly stunned. Even the noisy voices fell into dead silence at this moment.
Behind the thick and simple Bafang Red Sword, there was a ferocious ghost face staring at him. The face opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and breathed out hot waves heavily.
"Chunyang Fuyou didn't clean you up, I'm here to help him." Long hissed.
Retreat!