Evolution From the Willow Tree

The pale cry of Holy Master Jiuyou left no trace on Pengtian Demon Emperor's face.

But seeing Pengtian Demon Emperor swallowing his anger, he sneered arrogantly and sneered: "A creature of this level of this seat will naturally not have the same knowledge as a junior, but he took the initiative to jump out to die, what reason does this seat have? Why don't you complete him?"

Hearing this, the Holy Master Jiuyou seems to be insane, the soul light group wants to burn, and roars: "Do you really want to kill them all, leaving no room?

The heritage of the Eternal Holy Land has never been weakened or destroyed because of the loss of several powerful giants and the combat power of a Holy Master.

You kill them all today, and tomorrow the supreme powerhouse of my Nine Serenity Holy Land will walk out of the cave and launch a hunt for you like a blue sky and a yellow spring! "

Liu Ziyu's brows darkened.

In the words of the Jiuyou Holy Master, an important message was revealed, that is, there is a battle power beyond the Holy Master level in the Jiuyou Holy Land!

What kind of character is that? Can he be an unparalleled powerhouse comparable to Pengtian Demon Emperor?

But this is also reasonable.

To say the least, it can also be traced back to the ancient holy land Taoism, which was created by the great emperor of ancient times. In the present time, even if there is no coercion I, the existence of invincible creatures beyond the extreme realm, there is also an era left and right, secretly watching the years. The vicissitudes of extraordinary people exist.

If not, it can only be said that the Taoist lineage of the ancient holy land has begun to fade away, and the luck has passed.

...

"Noisy!"

Pengtian Demon Emperor snorted unthreateningly.

The world-destroying thunder fell from outside the Nine Heavens Territory and slapped onto the light of the soul of Holy Master Jiuyou.

After one blow, the eternity became empty, and the dust was rippling.

A generation of holy masters disappeared in this era without leaving the slightest corpse.

The monks at the scene watched, some sighed and sighed, some trembled, and some showed horror and panic!

Thirty thousand years ago, the demon emperor of Nanling, who returned against the sky in this life, was still on the land of Lei Ze, beheading the holy master of Jiuyou under the attention of everyone. Everyone could imagine that once this news leaked out, What a vortex of storms that would cause.

"brat,

It's your turn next. "

The Pengtian Demon Emperor who obliterated the Holy Master of Jiuyou, with a bright smile, locked onto the Holy Son of Jiuyou like a devil.

"I fought with you!"

Jiuyou Saint Son's eyes were red, and he rushed towards the invincible Pengtian Demon Emperor.

puff

A picture without suspense.

The Pengtian Demon Emperor didn't even have to move, just the divine light that flickered outside his body, and with a slight shock, the Nine Nether Saint Son bleeds into the sky and falls to the ground in an embarrassed manner.

"Killing you is no different than stepping on an ant."

Pengtian Demon Emperor stepped forward, looked down at Holy Son Jiuyou, and changed the topic: "Forget it, this seat will leave you alone, go back to Jiuyou Holy Land to cultivate well, maybe one day, you can be with this seat. A battle of the same level."

Holy Son Jiuyou was stunned for a while, he had no hope, and did not expect that the Pengtian Demon Emperor would suddenly spare his life.

Before there was time to doubt the authenticity of the Pengtian Demon Emperor, Jiuyou Saint Son's eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai and passed out.

Liu Ziyu was indifferent, the fact that Pengtian Demon Emperor was able to keep people under his sword was nothing more than a reminder through his own voice transmission.

The Pengtian Demon Sovereign whose body is a demon clan, even if it is not murderous and ruthless, he will not let go of the creatures who take the initiative to attack him, even if the opponent is just an ant in the fairyland!

All in all, Liu Ziyu saved the life of the nine secluded saints.

Holy Master Jiuyou is dead! Jiuyou Holy Son is still under the attention of all the people, he is not afraid of death, Ning Zhe is unyielding to attack an invincible demon emperor, and when this Jiuyou Holy Son returns to Jiuyou Holy Land, he will 100% receive unprecedented attention and praise!

As long as he has a bit of promise, he will be able to inherit the position of the Holy Master in the future and take charge of the Nine Nether Holy Land!

At that time, it would be equivalent to Liu Ziyu taking charge of a holy land that has endured forever!

Everything is planned!

...

The Pengtian Demon Emperor, who had let go of the Holy Son of Nine You, went to the sky on foot, like the sun, with a god-like imprint in the headspace, his eyes finally fixed on the Yan clan patriarch: "Old guy, you are an ancient family in Zhongzhou, A member of the Yan clan?"

The Yan clan patriarch twitched his face, and bowed his hands, and replied: "Exactly. The name of the demon emperor is like thunder, and this time the patriarch came to this place of Leize, and I was fortunate to witness the unparalleled style of the demon emperor's predecessors, and I really admired it. "

Pengtian Demon Emperor cracked his mouth: "Go away! Give it all to me! I don't want to see so many people in this seat."

"Okay, this old man will leave now." The Yan clan chief sighed and turned back to the sacred wooden sedan chair.

"Fellow Daoist Liu Ziyu, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, you should leave as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, the holy son of the Yan clan walked towards the sky.

Thinking of something, the holy son of the Yan clan turned around and walked back, grabbed Yan Ruxue's little white hand, and scolded, "What are you stunned for? Go!"

"Let go, I haven't seen enough! That is the demon emperor of Nanling 30,000 years ago. As the first genius of the Yan clan, this young lady with the qualification to prove Taoism and become an immortal must know the demon emperor Pengtian well. hit me."

Yan Ruxue shouted.

Liu Ziyu: ? ? ?

How daring men are, and how productive the earth is!

But on this Yan Ruxue... I really can't be complimented.

"To shut up!"

The holy son of the Yan clan collapsed and covered the girl's mouth, and dragged the other party back to the sacred wooden sedan chair.

the same moment.

The cultivators present, no matter what their cultivation bases and their identities, retreated like a tide to the world outside the Land of Lei Ze.

No one noticed that Liu Ziyu's pestle was still under the sky.

Not long after, there were only three people left on this piece of land, one was Liu Ziyu and the other was Demon Emperor Pengtian.

And there is the Nine You Holy Son who passed out.

"Give it back to you." Pengtian Demon Emperor raised his hand and sent the Chaos Xuanhuang Bell to Liu Ziyu, saying: "If this Chaos Xuanhuang Bell is not there, this seat can't kill the Jiuyou Holy Master, it is another I owe you a favor, kid."

Liu Ziyu smiled: "It's okay, just return this favor to me another day."

Pengtian Demon Emperor looked melancholy and said, "This seat has been in this land of thunder for 30,000 years, and now there are too many things, too many causes and effects to be settled.

And... if this seat is not wrong, the death catastrophe after this seat reshapes the fruit of the Tao will soon come. "

Liu Ziyu was stunned, and could ask the Pengtian Demon Emperor to call it a "death catastrophe", but it was conceivable that it was an extremely terrifying crisis!

"Senior, since you feel something in your heart, have you come up with a way to resolve that "death catastrophe"?"

Curious, Liu Ziyu asked.

"Return to Nanling." Pengtian Demon Emperor looked at the end of the world and smiled: "Boy, you will definitely hear the name of this seat."

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