Rebirth as the Demon Cult’s Founder Chapter 1195: The dust settled

Li Wuxiang was brewing there for a long time, but the result was that he only pulled out a hilt, which is indeed a little funny.

But this is not a place to laugh. Li Wuxiang looked at the hilt with an unbelievable look at Zhong Qiushui: "Is it your bag?"

Zhong Qiushui stretched out his hand, and a bronze ancient sword was held in his hand, with blood stains on it, exuding a powerful force, which made people feel shudder.

Zhong Qiushui sneered: "Li Wuxiang, you can't even hold the treasure of my Imperial Pavilion. What qualifications do you have to be the patriarch?

You can’t even believe the people around you, you can’t be sure, it seems that there is really no one weaker than you among the emperors of the Emperor Tiange. "

Li Wuxiang’s eyes shone with complex colors.

Maybe he can’t believe it until now, he lost in the hands of Zhong Qiushui.

In his mind, Zhong Qiushui is extremely extreme and impulsive in his work. To put it simply, he is just a warrior. Although he has a good talent and a high level of understanding, what can he compare with himself?

Today, he only knew that people will change, and unconsciously, Zhong Qiushui has become strange, and he has become unknown.

For example, this time, he didn’t even know when Zhong Qiushui stepped into the Martial Xian realm, when Zhong Qiushui was planned, and when Zhong Qiushui dropped the Emperor Sword.

The strength is lost, and the other places are also lost. He lost completely and was defeated!

With a roar, Li Wuxiang's body and blood exploded violently, and the entire piece of heaven and earth was transformed into an endless **** field. A Dharmalaksana was born from that endless **** field.

The Dharmalaksana is like a heaven and earth, with a powerful demon **** body, but it is majestic, just like God will heavenly king, powerful power fluctuations stir the void, and in the middle of the sky, thunder clouds are scattered!

Magic!

Chu Xiu felt it the first time, this is the taste of supernatural powers.

But it’s not just supernatural powers, Li Wuxiang even incorporates its own other exercises to make it stronger.

The king Dharmalaksana squeezed the power of the heaven and earth thunder, and turned into two spears directly blasting towards Zhong Qiushui.

That thunder’s power is so dazzling that even Chu Xiu has to close his eyes, and he can only sense it with spiritual consciousness.

In the next moment, Zhong Qiushui is surrounded by layers of ripples.

As he squeezed his fingers and fell, the ripples swelled, but whether it was the power between heaven and earth or the power of the terrifying thunder, after touching the ripples, it was strange. Began to dissipate.

It’s not the offset of power, but the direct change into nothingness, as if this power does not exist in this world at all.

The thunder dissipated, the king Dharmalaksana collapsed, and the **** field could no longer cover the sky.

The sword finger Zhong Qiushui was inserted directly into the chest of Li Wuxiang, but even a trace of blood did not flow out strangely. Perhaps even the blood was dissipated by the power of this finger.

Li Wuxiang looked pale as paper, and when he looked at Zhong Qiushui, a smile appeared on his face.

"This is the magical power of my second generation of ancestors in Huang Tian Pavilion, when did you learn it?"

Zhong Qiushui expressionlessly said: "If I said, before I stepped into the Martial Xian realm, it would have happened, do you believe it or not?"

Li Wuxiang laughed haha: "Trust, of course, sure enough, from the beginning, I was not as good as you!"

At this last moment, Li Wuxiang only knew that he had always been jealous of Zhong Qiushui.

He was born in the royal court, and Zhong Qiushui was just picked up by the old pavilion arbitrarily. Why should he compare with himself?

However, who believes that the training speed of Zhong Qiushui is so fast, and even approaching him at all times, so Li Wuxiang can only be more crazy practice, do not want to be surpassed by him.

Day after day, year after year. The cultivation base of the two people is getting stronger and stronger, but no one can think of them. The so-called imperial pavilion, their strength has entered the country so fast, just because one does not want to lag behind, disappointing the old patriarch, and one is derived from Jealous, do not want to be surpassed.

Li Wuxiang did not have confidence when he was fighting for the position of the patriarch.

He knows that Zhong Qiushui's talent is even higher than himself. At that time, there was almost no gap between the two sides. He had no confidence to step into Martial Xian before Zhong Qiushui, so he only hurt Zhong Qiushui in the back.

Perhaps since then, Li Wuxiang has really changed, only to consider himself, he does not want anyone to surpass!

He and Zhong Qiushui have not had hundreds of years of friendship, decades of friendship, or even a year of friendship.

From the beginning, he was jealous of Zhong Qiushui, and he could not tolerate anyone in his heart.

Looking at his chest, Li Wuxiang murmured: "I thought I had already extinguished my demons, but I never expected that my heart would always be occupied by demons."

As the voice of Li Wuxiang fell, his vitality was quickly dissipating, and finally fell to the ground.

Seeing this powerful Martial Xian realm in person, or the last Lord of the Royal Pavilion dying in front of him, Chu Xiu was not surprised, but I felt a little sighed.

In fact, Li Wuxiang didn't understand himself until the end.

He thought that his choice was just a slapstick, but he did not expect that, in fact, it was his own real idea.

Jiangshan is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to move.

Practice can be practiced and the realm can be improved, but the character of the only person is not so easily changed, like Zhong Qiushui is obviously a minority.

At this time, Zhong Qiushui also stood there for a long time without a word, and I don’t know if he used up a supernatural power, or because this friend and opponent who had been entangled with him for hundreds of years finally died in his own hands. .

At this time, the fighting in the main hall has also ended, and those henchmen of Li Wuxiang have already died, so it has fallen, and the chaos in the entire Huang Tian Pavilion has been settled for less than one hour.

Of course Zhong Qiushui may have prepared all this for several years or even more than ten years.

Turning his head to look at Lu Sanjin, Zhong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "What I said before, still counts, the position of the imperial court, you can do it.

Actually, Li Wuxiang is not wrong at all. I do things radically and easily be influenced by others. As a group of Sect Leader, defending is not a fault, but a fault is radical.

You are the Eastern Territory Patrol hand-picked by the old patriarch, the heir to the next patriarch, even in the entire Great Luo Heaven youth generation, you can be ranked, this position, you are more suitable than me to do . "

Lu Sanjin smiled and shook his head bitterly, "I can't sit down.

The position of the main pavilion of the Huangtian Pavilion is not only the core of the Huang Tian Pavilion, but also the external.

My strength to sit in the position of the patriarch can only make me laugh.

The patriarch of the Emperor's Pavilion must be the strongest in the Martial Xian realm, and only the strongest in the Martial Xian realm. "

Who doesn’t want the position of the imperial court? Of course Lu Sanjin also wants, although he is Eastern Territory Patrol, theoretically the heir to the imperial court, but this is only in theory, Eastern Territory Patrol in the past did not eventually become the imperial court emperor, there are not few.

However, Lu Sanjin is also very self-aware.

The position of the main pavilion of the Huang Tian Pavilion is not anyone who wants to sit. When the Huang Tian Pavilion is outside, the other sects are all Martial Xian. As a result, he is a martial artist in the True Fire Refine Spirit realm. This is a joke.

So in this position, Zhong Qiushui must also be seated.

Zhong Qiushui Shen Sheng said: "Since this is the case, then I will do my part.

I am not Li Wuxiang, and if I say it, I will not regret it.

Lu Sanjin, you are still Eastern Territory Patrol, no one can take it as the heir to the patriarch. As long as you step into the Martial Xian realm in the future, I will immediately give way to this position. I will keep it for you temporarily.

As for the others, everyone still does what they should. Although the patriarch of the Imperial Pavilion has changed, the sky has not changed. "

Zhong Qiushui and the former impulsive, reckless and extreme Zhong Qiushui are already two people. At least the things he arranged are justified and there is not much disturbance in the Huangtian Pavilion.

It has already undergone major changes, so it is the best way to deal with it at this time.

The funeral of the old patriarch continued, but the place where the burial was also turned into Yuan Huang Realm.

In the view of Li Wuxiang, it is not worthwhile to waste a chance of the Yuan Emperor’s vitality in order to bury a dead person.

But in the view of Zhong Qiushui, the old patriarch is already dead. This is what he deserves. Others have no power and no right to deprive it.

However, as a result, everyone in the Emperor's Pavilion felt relieved about Zhong Qiushui.

This is a nostalgic person.

The old patriarch’s affection for Zhong Qiushui has not changed even after so many years. Even if the old patriarch’s eccentricity towards Li Wuxiang has not changed, then he will not liquidate them afterwards. Those who are not on his side .

After the funeral, Chu Xiu resigned from Zhong Qiushui, preparing to return to Cangwu County.

Zhong Qiushui waved his hand and said: "Go back~IndoMTL.com~ I have passed on the news of Cangwu County. The entire Cangwu County, including the land of the southern barbarians you hit, is all about you. If you want to report it to the headquarters, you should report it to the headquarters. Personnel appointments are yours."

Lu Sanjin glanced at Chu Xiu in surprise, and he realized that Zhong Qiushui actually used this condition in exchange for Chu Xiu on his side, but what does Brother Chu need so much power for? Anyway, in the end, he had to go back to the old forest in deep mountains to practice, and he couldn't take it away.

Chu Xiu said a little bit: "Thank you, Lord, but how does the Lord prepare to block the people of Hanjiang City? I estimate that Hanjiang City will receive a message soon and may come to the Huang Tiange for trouble."

Zhong Qiushui's eyes revealed a cold tone: "How can I stop it? I can't stop it! I'm trying hard! The old patriarch is mainly stable, and the guy at Li Wuxiang is also very counseling.

I have inherited the Royal Pavilion for so many years, how can I not have a few cards?

Ye Weikong is no match for me, but he really wants to destroy my Emperor's Pavilion in Hanjiang City, so even if I try to die, I have to crush the other person's teeth and splatter his blood!

If you want to know Eastern Territory, there is more than one Great Sect in my Royal Pavilion! "