Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

"The branch of the Demonic Dao, we're here."

Luo Yang lowered his head quietly, hiding the triumphant smile in his eyes.

The mansion where they live is lush with flowers and trees, and the long corridors are winding, building layer after layer of quiet courtyards, which are separated by layer after layer of veils and curtains. If you look vaguely, you can see the poplar flowers flying behind, and the shadows of the branches overlap.

Hidden away in the city.

If Luo Yang hadn't led the way, it would have been hard to imagine that this building, shaped like a mansion of a wealthy family, was actually the headquarters of the branch of the Demonic Dao in Raozhou.

Luo Yang took a deep breath of air.

This is his home court, where he can fully display his strength.

"not good!"

Bai Ruojin yelled.

The four corners of the mansion were full of evil spirits, and the top was covered by dark clouds. In a blink of an eye, the scene changed drastically. How could it still look rich and elegant?

If Bai Ruojin improved her cultivation a bit, she would find that all the evil spirits were directed at Luo Yang.

Luo Yang stretched out his arms, absorbing the evil spirit heartily, the sense of oppression in terms of cultivation gradually increased, and his smile was distorted by pleasure:

"So what if you have worked so hard to destroy the myriad demon formation? This time, on the site of this seat, the accumulation of more than a hundred years of the Raozhou branch is not so easy to use!"

Speaking of the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, he grimaced in distress:

"Give me death!"

Luo Yang shot like lightning!

The long whip in his hand that made a whistling sound when it broke through the air was also as fast as lightning!

The long whip is densely covered with sharp barbs, which are pitch black and shiny, like the fangs protruding from a poisonous snake's mouth.

It is conceivable that once touched by this long whip, a large piece of flesh will be torn off even if he is not dead.

How can the Jindan peak's full strength attack be underestimated?

For a moment, there were black shadows with long whips in front of them, covering them like a net of heaven and earth.

Bai Ruojin only felt pain in her face, and when she touched it with her hand, she felt a handful of wet blood.

He hasn't greeted him head-on, just the whip wind at every corner is enough for Bai Ruojin to drink a pot.

However, the rightful master pointed at by the long whip only turned slightly sideways, and lightly defuse the thunderous long whip.

Ye Fei had fought too many fights.

As soon as Luo Yang grasped the whip, he could see how and where Luo Yang would come out.

Unable to believe that his full blow would be so childishly missed, Luo Yang let out an angry roar, holding the whip with both hands, and slashed down heavily!

This chop has the power to split mountains and landslides, the ground trembles faintly, and cracks spread.

Coincidentally, Ye Feizhe also pulled out his knife

With the help of his sideways force, he drew the knife out of its sheath!

A section of knife light billowed in, shining coldly against the red clothes.

The saber air shook the light curtains and the petals fell.

In the end, there was a sound of gold and iron intersecting.

Luo Yang stared blankly at his long whip that had been broken in two, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't close it at all.

However, Luo Yang is a demon cultivator at the peak of Jindan, and has a strong ability to adapt to changes.

In the next moment, he didn't care about his demeanor, and screamed through his wide-open mouth: "Senior!"

What I know is that Luo Yang is asking for help.

Those who don't know may think that Luo Yang is calling for the soul of that senior.

"coming."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, as if the body of a reptile had rubbed against the blades of grass, which was very uncomfortable.

His figure flickered, and he stood in front of Ye Feizhe, with contempt and disdain almost overflowing from his tone:

"Hey, in a poor rural area like Raozhou, there are people who can defeat Luo Yang. No wonder the Holy Sword chose you."

Ye Feizhe really wanted to correct Yuanying Moxiu rigorously, telling him that he was born in the Ye family and grew up in Xuanshan.

If both the Ye family and Xuanshan were poor and settled down in the countryside, other forces could kill themselves with tears in their eyes.

Nascent Soul Demon Xiu Qiu Ze scanned him all over, and said hypocritically: "It's a pity that you are the demon envoy chosen for the Holy Sword, and you are destined not to be able to leave this branch hall today."

He said: "Holy Knife has awakened this time, and personally selected dozens of demon envoys. All of them are not low in cultivation and have extraordinary talents. Let me relieve your lord's worries."

Qiu Ze believed that he was from Jinfu, and he was naturally opposed to the holy knife, so he didn't have much respect for the name of the holy knife.

Besides, he also disdains the Holy Knife in his heart.

It's just a knife, if it wasn't for the glory of the previous Demon Lord, how could he have such a high status today?

"laugh."

Qiu Ze narrowed his eyes, and looked towards the person who sneered with a bad expression.

Su Buping folded his arms, and said expressionlessly: "Maybe it's just because the holy knife just woke up and his hands were shaking a little, so it sent out dozens of auras. What kind of spring and autumn dream did your lord have? Sheng Dao personally formed a gang to deal with him? Does he have the key?"

Before Luo Yang's, Luo Yang's deputy, Bai Ruojin's, all kinds of slanders against him could hardly be tolerated.

But Qiu Ze slandered himself to deal with an ordinary Mahayana, and he also formed a gang to choose a demon envoy, which was beyond Su Buping's tolerance.

"Bold!"

Qiu Ze couldn't bear it anymore, pointed at him and cursed: "The actions of the holy knife must have profound meanings, and the venerable's cultivation base and supernatural powers are as deep as the sea, how can you, a mere ant, talk about it!"

"Do you think you are a holy knife, and you can still know what it thinks in its heart?"

After he finished speaking, he slapped the palm casually, intending to kill the short-sighted one.

As a result, Su Buping was still standing there.

There was a moment when the knife light rose from the ground, like a flash in the pan, stunning.

Ye Feizhe's blade buzzed, stopping Qiu Ze's demonic energy: "I remember you never asked me if I would like to be a demon envoy."

His expression was like frost, and the light of his knife was also like frost.

"what?"

Qiu Ze reacted for a moment, and laughed back angrily: "Killing you is to give you face. What kind of bastard are you? Dare to say anything in front of me, would you like it?"

Inexplicably, he was chosen to be the devil's envoy, and inexplicably caused his death.

He also needs to be willing, and he needs to be grateful to Dade.

For the first time, Ye Feizhen was glad that he had such an injustice.

The knife lives up to its name.

Cut down all the injustices in the world.

His voice was erratic, but the blade was close to Qiu Ze's eyes: "Why can't I say I don't want to?"

Ye Feizhe is less obsessed with distinguishing between swords and swords.

Whether it's a knife or a sword.

In the end, everything is in his hands, killing those who deserve to be killed, and beheading what should be beheaded.

"Even if someone is going to die, it should be you who die."

That knife was unremarkable, it was not fierce or aggressive, and it was not full of tricks.

However, Qiu Ze broke out in a cold sweat under such an unremarkable knife.

He can't hide, and he can't catch it.

Qiu Ze closed his eyes, thinking that his death was imminent.

The expected pain did not come.

The blade was only an inch away from the center of Qiu Ze's eyebrows, and he could no longer score half a point.

The gust of wind blew behind Qiu Ze, and a man appeared indistinctly.

Dressed in black and gorgeous, handsome and shady.

Qiu Ze wept with joy, and knelt down on the ground with a thud: "My lord!"

Killing the demon envoys is a matter of great importance. Just in case, the Venerable Jinfu of the Mahayana directly planted a ray of spiritual thought on each demon cultivator who was in charge of this matter.

If the demon envoy appears and the demon cultivators following him are not strong enough, Jin Fu will directly use this ray of divine sense to show up and kill the demon envoy in one fell swoop to prevent the night from having many dreams.

The rest of the people present were also flustered because of Jin Fu's arrival.

The Patriarch of the Bai family held Bai Ruojin's arm tightly, and said nervously: "Ruojin, the one who just appeared was not the real one, but he was able to block the knife that killed the Nascent Soul, how strong is he?"

Bai Ruojin murmured: "I don't know...I hope Ye Feizhe can win."

Chu You still closed his eyes unconsciously, as if immersed in his world, unable to get out.

Ye Feizhe gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

He is the person in this group of people who is most aware of the state of advancement and cultivation, so he naturally knows how outrageous his actions are, and he is beyond his control.

But I can't return it.

Jin Fu ignored them, but a ray of magic energy protruded from his fingertips.

Ye Feizhe subconsciously wanted to swing his knife to block it.

If it was the former Ye Feizhe...

No, if it was really the former Ye Feizhe, Jin Fu would never have had a chance to make a move in front of him.

Nothing can be cultivated, but nothing can be cultivated.

No matter how unfavorable things are, it is not enough to help Ye Fei block the blow of Mahayana spiritual thoughts.

Ye Feizhe flew backwards heavily and broke several pillars before stopping.

That devilish energy pierced through the wind of the knife and opened a blood hole in his heart.

The blood instantly soaked Ye Feizhe's clothes.

His heart was severely wounded, his back was torn apart, and his spine was broken. Even with Ye Feizhe's stamina, he still couldn't help but see a black eye, and opened and closed his lips several times, so painful that he couldn't utter a word.

Qiu Ze raised his eyebrows.

He immediately selectively forgot how embarrassed he was, and stepped on Ye Feizhe's clothes:

"Yo? Are you not crazy? Don't say you want to kill me? Can't lift the knife?"

Ye Feizhe grasped the injustice even tighter, and suddenly he didn't realize that the blade had cut his palm deeply.

Only by relying on the pain of drinking poison to quench thirst in the palm of his hand can he try his best to maintain his sanity.

Qiu Ze approached, and maliciously pressed the wound on Ye Fei's heart:

"You think you can kill your grandfather at will, do you have any backing for your grandfather? Huh?"

Jin Fu frowned, thinking that talking to Qiu Ze was too much, so he didn't say anything.

In fact, Qiu Ze is not even his subordinate, but his disciple's subordinate.

He suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, since he came here with the help of divine thoughts to divide his soul, Jin Fu felt rather anxious.

Impossible, the highest cultivation base here is Nascent Soul, if you kill it, you kill it, what can happen?

Qiu Ze increased his strength, watching the blood on Ye Fei's clothes rush faster, while still shouting triumphantly:

"It's great if you know how to wield a knife? Do you think you're wielding a holy knife?"

"You are a mere poor boy, how dare you jump out and kill grandpa? Beat the dog to see the owner, why don't you open your dog's eyes to see who is the backer behind grandpa?"

nonsense.

Ye Feizhe thought to himself.

Not to mention that he was able to beat ten Qiu Ze's backers back then, his backers could also beat ten Qiu Ze's backers with their eyes closed.

Qiu Ze thought that the Patriarch of the Ye Family was the Patriarch of the Ye Family, and who were the Xuanshan Taoist and Demon Sects who taught him?

When the words came to his lips, Ye Feizhe still didn't say anything.

The hero does not mention being brave.

Everything he was proud of and trusted in was gone.

So Qiu Ze saw Ye Feizhe smile at him, like a scorching flower struggling in the blood.

Ye Fei couldn't make a sound, his lips opened and closed, and Qiu Ze could understand the few words he said silently.

He said "what are you".

Ye Fei paused, then said a few more words silently.

"What is your backing?"

"To shut up!"

The veins on Qiu Ze's forehead popped up, and he pointed his fingers hard!

There was also movement under his feet.

Qiu Ze wanted to see how hard Ye Fei could break his spine, and how many pillars he could break when he kicked it out.

What he never expected was that he was the one who flew out this time.

Su Buping finally stopped deliberately suppressing his sense of existence.

When he stood up, it was like a famous knife out of its sheath, and the peerless sharpness set off everything else as trivial and vulgar.

All right, he thought.

Although it is said that the future Supreme Demonic Dao should practice hard, but a few Jindan Nascent Souls will be fine. People like Jin Fu appearing on the stage is not called training, but unilateral beating.

If that person is dead, and the demons have no leader, can they be allowed to run wild?

Su Buping smiled, and slowly said to Qiu Ze: "You're right, who goes out for a walk these days and doesn't have two backers?"

Qiu Ze was stern, and opened his mouth to curse: "You slandered the Holy One and His Holiness first, and now you dare to jump out, do you really think you are someone?"

He didn't forget to turn his head and seek Jin Fu's support: "My lord, this person blatantly slandered you just now, and my subordinates really can't stand it!"

Little did he know that the Venerable in his mouth wanted him to shut up.

Because Su Buping is indeed a character.

The whole magic way can't find the second kind of character.

Because Su Buping is indeed qualified to scold him.

Quan Mo Dao couldn't find a second qualification that was more confident than him.

Jin Fu finally understood where the slight sense of disobedience came from.

I can only hate that he has never seen Su Buping's appearance in normal times, and the split soul is not as vicious as the deity's eyes, and he didn't recognize it for a while, leading to the current situation that is out of hand.

Qiu Ze watched helplessly as the unattainable venerable in his mind knelt down, bowed his head and shouted respectfully: "Holy venerable."

But at this moment, Qiu Ze couldn't care less about the shock, and subconsciously let out a scream: "My devilish energy!"

The devilish energy in his body, and the devilish energy in the branch hall, are decreasing sharply.

The long-sleeping boy slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are dark and bottomless, he looks like a god and demon, and the power in him makes Jin Fu's heart skip a beat when he is distracted!

When Jin Fu was overwhelmed by the sudden coercion of this young man, it happened that the damned Su Buping was still there saying:

"Do you know who you hit?"

Is the future supreme magic.

The holy knife still wants to recognize him as the master.