The word "I" began, the word "cut" fell, and in a moment, Yuan Chaonian was no longer human.

The first is the spot, nine spots the size of rice grains from the center of the eyebrows, like nine little demons who are born with legs, and run along his body all over the world.

Running all the way and wailing all the way, the skin is peeling, the flesh is rotten, the bones are damaged, and the tendons are broken and not a drop of blood is shed.

The Heavenly Demons have passed, and there are only ashes and silence in the world, and nothing else is allowed to remain.

There is always a process of running, Jiuban started from the beginning, ran all the way down the body to the soles of his feet, Yuan Chaonian's feet did not stop, and ran all the way.

He ran towards the Night Lily, his body smoking, sprinkling ash, getting shorter and shorter.

Running and running, his head was gone.

Running and running, his chest disappeared.

After running a few more steps, Yuan Chaonian only had two separate legs left, and he was still running.

He is like a man made of sand and ashes, and when the finished product the Creator is not satisfied with its shape, and does not give it a soul, he is unwilling, he is angry, he roars, and runs through his life in a constant collapse.

The good news is that unlike the previous pounce on the Night Lotus, this time, Yuan Chaonian did not encounter any obstacles.

Because the little ones are busy

"Kill!"

The moment the voice settled, Xiao Budian walked out of the void and just stepped one step in front of Yelian.

The little girl's face was full of seriousness, and the little girl no longer pulled the string, but put her palms together and pushed forward.

One door appeared, another door appeared, and then the next triple iron gate, which was stronger than the spatial barrier, blocked the line, just to block the nine heads.

Unstoppable!

What is the coming of the Heavenly Devil? It is the will, the breath, or simply a thought, a wisp of thought. Please demons, the Nine Hells need to cross the real interface. Why are you afraid of these three "pseudo-doors" that are not used by small people?

It was blocked by the barrier before, because it was a part of the Yuan Dynasty, but now there is no decaying body to drag it down, although it has broken its roots, it is also free, and it has great freedom.

At the end of the Demon Path, the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon!

"Roar!"

Heavy door crossing. The nine heads were not without attrition, and after the three gates, their shapes were blurred and their bodies were light, and their eyes were more angry and frenzied than before.

"Definitely!"

The cold break sounded at this moment, and the nine heads were like being slapped by nine slaps, and there was only a moment of suddenness.

It also comes from the spirit, if it still does not come out of Yuan Chaonian's body, this drink can at least set its three breaths, which is enough for Thirteen Lang to complete the journey. However. The Nine Demons originate from great freedom, and although their bodies are strong, they still cannot be ambushed by the law. In addition, Thirteen Lang has just been cultivating for less than three months, and his condition is far from being optimal, as a result

The nine adversaries roared and moved again, doubling their speed.

The front is the bait, and there is a grudge in front of the bait. Whether it's a little bit or a night lotus, it's now its target. In this life, we don't share the sky.

Where the devil was headed, Xiao Budian's expression became more and more solemn, and his palms were divided and closed, and ten pink fingers popped out one after another, and the posture was like a night lotus.

In addition to the difference in the effect of the exercises, the small dots are clearly imitating.

Girls are born with a love of beauty. Xiao Budian didn't understand the sound of the world, but when she saw Yelian's movements, she thought it was simply beautiful, and she couldn't help but steal it.

"Void Dharma, Thirty-three Ladders to the Heavens!"

Immature and clear. Stripes of black silk flew out from between the fingers, hooking and matching, holding hands and feet, softly buckling with each other, turning into a ladder in front of a flat paving.

What is heaven? It is to step through layers of space. There is a ladder in the first floor of space, there are thirty-three in the sky, and there are thirty-three ladders. The cultivator has been practicing the law for decades, and Xiao Bu finally achieved something a few years ago, which is not comparable to the snail girl who had a fresh trick at the beginning.

This magic power is a secret, and the little one is kept to surprise his father, and he will use it again.

"Whew!"

The Nine Demons are not the main body, they can't recognize what the ladder is, and they don't hesitate to crash into it!

"Don't!"

The miserable howls rang out, the muffled hum sounded, and the exclamation of the Night Lotus sounded at the same time, all containing horror and remorse.

The ladder has been mutated into thousands of threads, and every strand has the power to cut, inflicting Ling Chi on any opponent who dares to offend. One of the nine demons rushed to the third order in a row, and barely had time to feel the pain, and then it split and fell apart due to the cutting.

The head collapsed, the disintegrating black qi did not disappear, the smile on Xiao Budian's face did not rise, and those faint black qi turned around and merged with the back, as if the old horse knew the way home. In the next moment, the second skull flickered in the air in a volley, and then broke the fourfold order.

The skull cracked again, and the black qi dispersed returned to the third head, and the third head flickered again, stepping on the five heavens in a row.

The devil is getting stronger and stronger, but the little one is getting weaker and weaker, the little face is pale and bloodless, and his eyes are more bright than just now.

If you are facing an ordinary opponent, you may not be able to break this method in the realm of transforming gods, but it is the spirit of the nine demons, and it is said that even the true spirit needs to be feared, although its power is far less than that of the god, the effect is too much.

Nizu once told Thirteen Lang that the demon cultivation is at ease, the immortal seeks to be at ease, and it is unknown whether the Nine Hell Heavenly Demons have reached great freedom, but it is undoubtedly how many thousands of miles higher than the small one, and the law is naturally different.

In a word, it is easy to please God, and it is difficult to send God, and so is the devil. The Flower of Eternity summoned the Heavenly Demons, and it was not only the nine heads that were involved, but also the will of the underworld that was hundreds of millions of miles away. Theoretically, if the will of the demon cannot be extinguished, there is no reason for the demon to change the upper body.

The steps are broken, the little one is frustrated, and the body seems to be swinging willows in the wind and keeps leaning back; outsiders look like she wants a bamboo stick stuck in the ground, and someone is holding a small hammer to hit her head constantly, swinging, shaking, shaking, and trembling a mouthful of blood.

The red flakes are flying like snowflakes and falling constantly, the snail beauties take root under their feet, and they sing resolutely in the middle of the back.

"Clan Lingyou, kill!"

The cheers started, the figure appeared, and the small little suddenly changed into a behemoth!

Seventy-three huge conchs, stacked on top of each other, filled everyone's sight.

Seventy-three phantoms shook one after another.

Seventy-three black threads are connected.

Seventy-three wills awaken at this moment.

Seventy-three of his fellow citizens shouted.

After decades of practice, he has experienced countless ups and downs with his father, and he has never used the power of the clan to abide by the bottom line, and today he is only for a promise.

There is going to be hell to pay

"Sure, sure, sure!"

Three clear drinks in succession, one tighter than the other, one more anxious, one more intense, and then it became a roar. The blood-red figure tore through the air, and it felt like wading through mountains.

Thirteen Lang came quickly, it was impossible to be faster, but it was still a step slower.

"Don't!"

The aftermath is the afterword, Xiao Budian is the incarnation of his true appearance, and the flower of eternity has also reacted, shouting sharply, and his body is shaking.

For the Night Lotus, it is far more difficult to invite the demon than to kill it. If there was no Ancient Curse of the Protoss, she would only need to pour the Divine Radiance into Yuan Chaonian's body, and at the same time feed the Heavenly Demon, she would also kill it and turn it into nothingness.

The Nine Hell Heavenly Demons feed on the Protoss, and the Protoss is not its natural enemy; the Divine Radiance is delicious to the Heavenly Demons, and at the same time, it is also a deadly poison, so it needs to be tasted slowly. In other words, if the battle is between the Night Lotus and the Heavenly Demon, the competition between the two sides is the strength of the force, not how wonderful the realm is and whether the spell is magical.

Things are so wonderful, Yelian can't make a move at Yuan Chaonian, and is forced to play the sound of summoning demons, and now she is almost out of light, and the gap between her strength and the heavenly demons is quickly leveled, and there is a small time difference.

On the battlefield, the difference between heaven and earth is that the night lotus gathers the red lotus, suppresses the injury, and the restless mana has calmed down a little.

"Three lives are fortunate, God wishes!"

To be honest, Yelian didn't know too well what the situation was, but she could understand how serious the consequences were when she heard the anger contained in the three words "Ding".

After decades of suffering, Thirteen Lang has not allowed Xiao Bu to absorb the power of the race, firstly, in order to let him understand the Dao Law and lay a good foundation for the absorption power;

At the very least, they should come one by one.

The power of seventy-three conch conches erupted at the same time, and the moment he saw the ghost, all 100,000 pores on Thirteen Lang's body exploded, and he almost flew away from horror.

He was afraid, afraid that the next moment he would see a ball of blood representing the burial.

The Flower of Eternity didn't know these things, but he knew that the matter was urgent, and in a hurry, his body swayed with the red lotus, like teleporting through the heavy figures, but fell to the front of the small point.

The divine glow was released again, like a bright moonlight, spread on the face, and locked on the remaining demons in one fell swoop.

Thirty-three times to climb the ladder to the sky, three times to fix the spell, as well as the three life forbidden arts, God loves the world, and seventy-three will roars, in exchange for a fierce roar from the devil.

"Whew!"

What was that?

Voices from outside the sky.

The pointed toad broke its mouth, the bloodthirsty mosquito burst its belly, the roaring lion broke its claws, and the tumbling python cramped. The terrible noise was noisy in all directions, and the monks who woke up and surged up around them covered their heads one after another, and fell from heaven to hell in an instant.

It was a supernatural power, summoned by the head of the Heavenly Demons, a warning from beyond the realm of multiple worlds.

"Don't move!"

The deity is about to enjoy the feast, so don't move.

"Don't move!"

The goddess held the sun and the moon in her arms, and her cold breath rushed into the sky like a canopy. The Flower of Eternity stretched out its arms, squeezed the remnants of mana and divine radiance, and hugged the most powerful, unruly head that existed at the least.

Someone is faster than her.

"Woman, don't move!"

The red shadow and the lightning flashed alternately, and Thirteen Lang slammed into Yelian's arms like a fireball wrapped in an arc of electricity.

Two points of salty dampness are sprinkled on the neck, and the clear clothes bring a slight coolness. didn't have time to feel whether it was soft or cold behind him, and didn't care about whether it was desolate or lonely around him, Thirteen Lang reached out his hands in front of him and carefully fished it out.

The two qi of black and white flow through each other, life and death are connected to each other as the beginning, and the hands are the way of heaven.

"Life and death, turn!"

(To be continued......)