The Zhongzhou Sect and the Qingshan Sect have competed for the leader of the Righteous Path for many years, so they naturally pay close attention to each other's exercises.The old man was very aware of the aura of Qingshan's swordsmanship, so when Jing Jiu's sword broke through the pool, he saw through that the other party was a disciple of Qingshan, and after a little thought, he deduced Jing Jiu's identity."
The Qingshan Sect actually sent someone to see the Emperor of the Underworld privately, did he want to collude with the Underworld?"
The old man sneered and said, "That's right, that scourge was already colluded back then, and this is also the tradition of your Qingshan Sect." ”The crime of colluding with the underworld cannot be borne by any practitioner.Jing Jiu didn't plan to say anything more, and said after a while: "I'm not Zhuo Rusui, you'd better confirm this." ”The old man said expressionlessly: "I don't care who you are, I only know that you are a disciple of Qingshan, and it is a capital crime to meet the Emperor of Hades privately, even if you escape."
Tell me why you're here and what you've done, I can stop eating you, and I can make you live well in the Demon Suppression Prison. ”In any case, it was impossible for him to let Jing Jiu leave the Demon Suppression Prison, but after all, this was a condition, and the condition meant negotiation - Canglong was a Zhenfang Divine Beast of the Zhongzhou faction, and he was willing to negotiate with the young disciples of other factions, and he had to say that Jing Jiu's Netherworld Immortal Sword really made him feel a little tricky.But Jing Jiu would not agree to his conditions.The old man said in a cold voice: "This is my world, no matter how fast you are, you can't run out, and if I really use all my strength, you will die a long time ago." ”"It's because this is your world that you can't use all your strength."
Jing Jiu calmly pointed out the old man's current predicament, and then said, "And have you ever wondered why I have been running away and not trying to fight back?"
”He is using this chase to adapt to his body, just like he did in a small mountain village when he learned to farm and chop vegetables.The Nether Immortal Sword caused his body to change again, and if it was placed in normal times, it would probably take him years to fully grasp this change.The mental pressure brought about by this chase has made the process drastically compressed, and it is believed that it will be over soon.A divine beast of the Mahayana realm comes to be a sparring partner, this is something that can be encountered but not sought, and it must be cherished.The old man seemed to have heard the most ridiculous words in the world, and laughed out loud, full of mockery.With Jing Jiu's current realm, not to mention defeating the powerhouses of the Mahayana realm, he can't do it even if he wants to fight for a while.The Nether Immortal Sword may have allowed him to get close to the old man, but how could he hurt the other party?
On the contrary, in order to be safe, he must keep a sufficient distance from the old man.So how does he fight back?"
The heaven and earth in the Demon Suppression Prison are all you, so I can't escape no matter how fast I am."
Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, "Then it is equivalent to saying that as long as I attack any place in the heaven and earth at will, I am attacking you." ”As soon as the words fell, his right wrist fluttered, and the black iron sword stabbed into the stone cliff beside him with a snort.The surface of the cliff is blue-black, scorched by the perennial heat, and hit by the wind, and the surface is like flowing lines.Some of the lines cracked between them, revealing the pink stone skin inside, disgusting like festering walls of flesh.Jing Jiu's sword was impartial, and it happened to be inserted into the cracked hole.The iron sword's not sharp blade pierced directly through the pink stone skin, splashing a little bright red juice.It's not like blood, it's more like lava.The old man's body trembled like a lightning strike, his eyes were full of anger and shock, and he shouted, "What do you want to do this slut!"
”"After you know that I am a disciple of Qingshan, I am going to use the soul searching technique directly, just to let me taste the pain of the soul being Ling Chi."
Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "The hostility of the Zhongzhou Sect Ancestor towards Qingshan seems to be really serious. ”The old man shouted, "So what?
I don't like these grasshoppers in your green mountains!
It's annoying to watch, and I can't wait to burn you all to death with one fire!
”Jing Jiu said: "Understand, I don't like the old man of Yunmeng Mountain either, this is very fair, if you want to hurt me, I will hurt you, and it is also fair." ”At the beginning, the old man was ready to swallow Jing Jiu, and then use soul searching to read his memory fragments.At that time, Jing Jiu had said that all the pain he intended to inflict on Qingshan's disciples would be given back to him.Jing Jiu's wrist moved slightly, and the iron sword spun half a circle in the crack between the cliffs, and the pink inner wall became even more rotten, and sap gushed out like magma.The old man snorted, beads of sweat poured out of his forehead, blown away by the wind and invisible, and his voice trembled slightly."
I am heaven and earth, incomparably far, this damage is not as good as mosquito bites, this pain you think will ......
Yes!
”Suddenly, he cried out in pain.The poignant voice kept echoing in the second-layer world of the vast Demon Suppression Town, and it looked extremely terrifying.The old man covered his abdomen and shouted in a sad voice: "There is poison on the sword!"
”The pink stone wall was festering at a rate visible to the naked eye.The cause of the festering was the green aura that was slowly released from the iron sword.What poison can make a town sect divine beast so painful?
There is only one answer.That is the poison of the divine beast itself.That is, the pool of turquoise water.The iron sword was soaked in the pool water for three years, and instead of being corroded, it absorbed the toxins in the pool water.Now the sword is like a ghost claw sticking out of the river Styx, and with a single scratch, it can make people feel painful.The old man's face was pale in pain, he covered his abdomen, stared at Jing Jiu and shouted bitterly: "Qingshan thief, even if you fight for internal injuries today, I will kill you, break your body into thousands of pieces, and then detain your soul, and torture with Gangfeng all the time!"
”From the moment he said the four words Qingshan thief, the Demon Suppression Prison had already thundered, the wind was howling, and the sand and stones were flying.The water in Bitan crossed the cliff like an inverted waterfall and fell like a torrential rain.Jing Jiu struggled to dodge between the violent breath, and it was like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, but when it was bright again, it was already far away.Hundreds of thunderbolts exploded at the same time, illuminating the dark Demon Suppression Hell, and the thin lightning of a large tree turned into a forest in the desolate and undulating fields.Jing Jiu couldn't avoid it anymore, and fell heavily from the sky to the ground, two streaks of blood flowed out of his ears, and his eyes became a little dim.He had already suffered a lot of injuries before, and the reason why he could still support it was because the old man had a lot of inconveniences in the Demon Suppression Prison, and many powerful magical powers could not be used.Now the old man was ruthless by his methods, and he directly used the magic power of the Mahayana period, which was like a caesarean section.The gap between the realms of the two sides is too big, and in the face of a mad Mahayana powerhouse, no matter how he looks at it, it is a dead end.Jing Jiu didn't even think about it, and stabbed the iron sword in his hand into the ground beside him.The old man's cry of pain and anger echoed through heaven and earth again.Miles away, the old man waved his sleeves angrily, and the wind came out from the ground, rolling up more than ten thunder fires, coming from all directions and smashing on Jing Jiu's body.With a loud bang, Jing Jiu was shocked and flew to the cliff hundreds of feet away.He wanted to get up but couldn't, so he had to sit still.The blood that spurted out of his mouth stained half of his body red, and it was scorched black by the residual thunder.At this time, he looked like a failed Thunder Soul Wood.But he remained calm, unable to see any fear or uneasiness, and stabbed his backhand deep into the cliff.The old man was so pained by the blow that he cried out, "Die!"
”As he spoke, he grabbed countless bolts of lightning in the night sky with his trembling hands and pumped them towards Jing Jiu.………… (Today is 8 p.m. on August 8, 2018, I wish you all the best, all happy, find a reason to be happy.) ）()