Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1002: Conflict

　　 The sun is scorching the earth, and the air is scorching hot. If it gets scorching hot, inhaling it into the nose seems to burn the trachea.

　　 These hundreds of people sank their hearts and looked vigorously, staring directly at the light curtain, intertwined with aura, surging open, there is a dragon and tiger shaking the sky, stirring the void, looking from a distance, purple Angrily.

　　 This is also inevitable. It can be said that people who can come to the barren desert to seek good fortune are all Tianjiao first-class figures, and their luck is naturally strong.

　　 There is even no shortage of Daozi from the major sects. Every one of them is a leader in cultivation and a leader in the same generation.

　　 At this time, not far from the barren desert, a man in Chinese clothes was rushing in the desert.

　　His face is handsome, his breath is surging, and his sword intent is earth-shaking.

　　 was carrying a sword case behind his back. The color of the sword case was red, as if there were countless red runes beating. It was extremely scarlet and made people feel scared.

　　 This person is the Daozi of Juejian Peak, Burying Sword.

　　 Suddenly, he stopped and shouted coldly behind him: "Come on again, you will all die!" While speaking, the sword box vibrated, shaking out a sword arc in vain, and a pure sword intent spread out. , Directly chopped the yellow sand within four ten feet of him, and the cut surface was neat and tidy.

　　 "Huh, with a big tone, I dare to be so arrogant to **** my Ji family's spirit item! You are seeking your own death!" a middle-level spiritual disciple said in a cold voice.

　　 "Well, in the big ruins, even if you are a foreigner, you have to retreat when you meet my Blood Dragon Ji family, you, huh..." The speaker was holding a long knife, his eyes were as gloomy as a vulture, and there was a scar. From the forehead to the corner of the mouth, there was a trace of black air, terrifying and terrifying.

　　"Let’s take action together and kill this, the dignity of the Blood Dragon Ji family cannot be insulted."

As soon as 　　's voice fell, the eyes of the Ji family were red. After looking at each other, they all saw the firmness of their eyes.

　　 "Kill!" I don't know who roared, and these dozens of people rushed out at the same time, rushing toward the funeral sword.

　　 Burial Sword glanced towards the sky, with deep fear in his eyes. After his eyes were retracted, a fierce color in his eyes flashed, and the voice came from hell: "Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me! "

The sound of 　　 did not fall, his right hand leaned towards the sky and volleyed, and whispered: "Take the sword!"

　　 Suddenly, the scarlet sword box trembles, "crunches", the lid of the box is turned over, and a blood sword shoots out like blood. This sword is small and light, but it carries a strong and extremely powerful evil aura, just like it has just been fished out of the blood evil pool. The moment the long sword flies out, even the space is dyed red. The position is engraved with two small characters-Shen Tu.

　　 This is the guarding sword of Absolute Sword Peak, the Shentu Sword.

　　 "The sword does not need to be buried, the sword needs to be raised." The sword buried in the pilgrimage with the same eyes, and the raised right hand pressed down.

　　 In an instant, Shen Tu flew up and down, the red glow on it turned to the extreme, and countless waves of sword energy were drawn out of thin air, sweeping away.

　　 At this moment, these dozens of people only felt cold all over, they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers, and their eyes were full of horror. Being directly caught by this sword-qi wave, all his heads flew in an instant, rolling down in the yellow sand.

　　 killed dozens of strong men in just one blow, this is the horror of Yifeng Daozi.

　　 was also at this time, the clouds rolled in the mid-air, faintly crimson, and a sharp, extremely sharp sound of breaking through the sky came from the horizon.

　　 Burial Sword's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were full of fear. Scratching the volley in his hand, the Shen Tu Sword flew into his hand with a whisper. He wiped the blood on Shentu with his index finger, and flew towards the light curtain with a movement. I secretly said in my heart, the elixir of vitality, I must get it, whoever hinders me will kill whoever, even if the sky is in front of me, I will use it to kill the sword.

　　 Suddenly, an abnormal change suddenly appeared, and the clouds and mist on the horizon exploded. This smear of blood was intense to the extreme in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast. In a flash, like a meteor that broke through the sky, it directly smoothed the distance between the two of them.

　　 fell in front of Burial Sword, he was dressed in blood, with a blood dragon pattern printed on his shirt, dancing in the wind, his expression was unusually indifferent, without the slightest emotion. This person is Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, who has the peak cultivation base of the spiritual man. After swallowing the blood of the man, the blood has reached the level of returning to the ancestors. He claims to be able to conquer the half son of the sky, and is the most hopeful person in the Ji family.

　　 Burial Sword adjusted the Qi machine, holding Shen Tu in his hand, coldly said: "I still have a task on my body, I don't want to fight with you." Obviously, he has suffered from this person's hands.

　　 "It's up to you to kill so many people in my Ji family. If you don't kill you, my heart will be uneasy. If your heart is unbalanced, it will be difficult to follow, and if it is difficult, it will be indefinite." Ji Haoran's eyes were indifferent.

　　 The five fingers of the burial sword clenched Shentu, gathering energy and exhaling, and the body merged into Shentu, the speed was so fast that Daozi could not catch up, and the distance was instantly pulled away.

　　He is not afraid of Ji Haoran, but he wants to enter the barren desert and obtain a spiritual thing that continues his vitality. In terms of combat power alone, the power of sword repair is unparalleled in the world, even if this person has the power of blood, he is not afraid. At the same level as Daozi, it is very difficult to kill the opponent. Besides, there was a sword inscribed with the essence and blood on his arm, the sword master of Absolute Sword Peak, once he used it, even the venerable had to avoid the sharp edge for a while.

　　 Ji Haoran snorted coldly, chasing after him.

　　His cold temper, killing the sword, and avenging the dead monks in the Ji family are just one of the small reasons. More importantly, he had to prove the Dao with the blood of Daozi, break the spirit and become a venerable, crossed the dragon gate, so he pursued it all the way.

　　 The two long rainbows turned into a stream of light, and they passed away in an instant.

　　 At this time, under the light curtain, two purple lights suddenly appeared in Ouyang Ming’s spiritual world. Although the light emitted was not as hot as the Venerable, it was more energetic. The fluctuation made his eyelids twitch and his heart Rin, Hidden Dao, two Daozi-level figures.

　　In vain, his eyes narrowed inwardly and murmured: "It's him, Absolute Sword Peak Daozi, Burying Sword?"

　　 But the other one, the breath on his body made him annoyed. After perceiving it carefully, his eyes became cold and he said in a low voice: "A member of the Ji family?" It is clear that this person is the person of the Ji family who swallowed the power of Xiaoman's bloodline.

　　The thoughts have not yet settled, and two changhongs straddle across.

　　 Ouyang Ming’s eyes burned with raging flames, and his aura was constantly agitated, mellow as one.

　　 volleyed across the air, like a white lightning tearing the space apart, when it fell, it was already blocking Ji Haoran, and he said in a deep voice: "People of the Ji family, let's kill!"

　　 "Get out of the way?" Ji Haoran's face was extremely cold, the high-level cultivator of the spirit, he didn't know how many he had killed.

　　 Ouyang Ming's face was flat and proudly said: "The blood of the ancestor in your body, I want it." At this moment, he seemed unbelievably arrogant. After practicing Wei Nian Jue, he cultivated his domineering arrogance with a domineering manner. Do things more and more decisively.

　　 Even if he knows that this person is the Ji family Daozi, what can he do?

　　Even if he has great combat power, what can he do?

　　He had to fight for Xiaoman and for his own perseverance. The big man is upright, doing something and not doing something. At this moment, Ouyang Ming just wanted to fight, just want to get back the blood of the ancestors for Xiaoman. In this scene, just like he was forcibly killing Dong Ruyu in front of Dong Chenyu, he didn't want to retreat, and he would never retreat.

　　 When the sound echoed everywhere, outside the light curtain was extremely silent, leaving only the whimper of wind.

　　Many high-ranking spirits opened their mouths, unable to believe them, their faces were full of surprises.

　　 Ji Haoran's reputation in the market is as high as the sun, no one can defeat his edge, and there is a faint meaning that can overwhelm a generation.

　　What a matter now, a high-ranking spiritualist actually waved his hand and said indifferently that he wanted to take the blood of the ancestor in his body. This is simply a fantasy.

　　 After the silence, there is an uproar!

　　 "This... is this kid crazy? Even if it is the pinnacle of the spirit, there are not many that can block Ji Haoran's ten moves." A pinnacle spirit was a little stuttered, and his face was full of shock. He once saw a pinnacle spiritual man who was slapped into powder by Ji Haoran's palm because of his impudent speech. The blood was sprinkled in the stone wall. This picture once became a nightmare in his heart.

　　 "Yes, no three moves, he will definitely die." After a white-clothed young man pondered, he nodded in response.

　　 Jiang Yingrong and He Jian glanced at each other, and they saw their solemn colors.

　　 Among these hundreds of people, the most shocking thing in their hearts is the buried sword. He couldn’t believe it. Back on Jianfeng, Ouyang Ming, who was not in his eyes, actually dared to stand in front of Ji Haoran, and said bluntly. Take the blood of returning to their ancestors. This is comparable to himself, a figure of Daozi level, how dare he? The world in his mind, because of Ouyang Ming's move, caused a wave of hundreds of meters high.

　　 Other monks outside the light curtain~IndoMTL.com~ their complexion is extremely complicated.

　　 There are ridicule, disdain, sneer, anger, and regret, all expressions are merged into one, like the taste of the world and the vicissitudes of life. Just in response to a sentence, where there are people, there will be disputes, greed, hatred, hatred, love and separation, all kinds of big nets intertwined with the laws of heaven, and a few people can escape and hide. Lose?

　　 These expressions fell in Ouyang Ming’s eyes, but his face did not change a bit, his eyes were deep, like a sea of ​​stars.

　　 Listening to these words, even Ji Haoran was taken aback for a moment, with a playful look on his face, with a smile but a smile: "Interesting, interesting! Ji has encountered countless enemies and can fight many people, but he is as arrogant as you. It’s the first time I’ve met you. You’re lucky, your name can be heard in my ears. After you die, on the stone monument on my way of proving the way, you can engrave your name on it, so that you can be with you. Rong Yan." The voice was plain and flat, as if it was necessary to use Ouyang Ming to prove the truth, then he could definitely use him to prove the truth.

　　 The so-called daoist monument is also the person he killed along the way. Only with his approval can he be qualified to engrave his name on the daoist monument.

　　 It can be said that the cultivators who can engrave their names on them have two things in common. One is that they are all top-notch figures of Tianjiao, and the other is that they are all the dead souls of Ji Haoran.

　　 Ouyang Ming shook his head and said coldly: "I want to take your blood of returning to the ancestors." As soon as the voice fell, he flipped his wrist and he held the Blood Spear Dragon Tu in his hand. ...

　　

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