Step by step, step by step,

The golden light, drawn out of thin air, layer by layer, layer by layer, was transformed by the golden light.

Yang Qifeng walked in a tiger step, stepping on the ladder step by step, walking upward.

A flash of light flickered, and a figure approached him.

Seeing the visitor, Yang Qifeng sneered,

The length of the ladder cannot be verified, but if you want to reach the end point, you must go through layers of obstacles.

The four continents, each with a ladder to lead the sky, they divide the demon clan, and then gather in pairs, taking the meaning of the narrow road to meet the brave wins.

The winner wins.

The loser retreats.

The winner automatically owns a token, and if you get ten of them, you can be directly led away by the golden light at that time, and you don't have to continue to climb the ladder.

"Descendant of the Demon God," Yang Qifeng's eyes narrowed, looking at the person who came, and sighed in his heart, it was really a good start,

This Wa Palace opened, no wonder it was so much to himself, if he missed it, it would be as if he had missed the biggest opportunity in his life.

This Wa Palace does not talk about the opportunity to listen to the sermon, just the blood descendants of these demon gods are his harvest.

couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, Yang Qifeng wanted to admit that he was greedy.

Like a cow, hornless, blue-black, one-legged,

Ancient demon gods, Woo!

"Now that you know, if you don't get out of here, you will automatically retreat, and Lao Tzu will be able to spare your life," the reckless man on the bull's head, with a horizontal face, opened his mouth, spit out a foul smell, and walked step by step from a distance, roaring and shouting.

"Saying that you are a descendant of the demon god, that is to look up to you. ”

"Your old ancestor is just a soft egg, the first big war. Be neutral and do not participate. In the end, it was not that he was skinned and cramped, and the snare drum was made of leather, and the bones were made into drumsticks," Yang Qifeng opened his mouth sarcastically, and in his mind, he thought of the ancient times, when the emperor of man rose, swept through the six desolations, the heavens and the earth. Trembled.

Until the union of all the races in the world, Tui Chi was especially the leader, led the army to resist, and fought several times.

The emperor of the people is invincible, and there are strangers from time to time to say that there is a mountain in the East China Sea, which is famous;

There is a demon god on it, named Kui. Resembling a cow, hornless, blue-black, and single-legged.

Its cry was like the light and thunder of the sun and the moon. As long as it enters and exits the water, it will inevitably cause a storm, and its leather zuò snare drum is used. Use its bones as drumsticks and you're sure to win.

The emperor was overjoyed. Send his generals and capture them in the battalion. As a result, this drum shook the Three Realms, greatly boosting the morale of the Imperial Army, and the Chiyou Army was terrified and defeated!

This is a piece of history, and such a record is what he obtained from the doppelganger, which belongs to the history of the human race.

"Looking for death," the bull-headed man was furious, the matter of the ancestors was their taboo, and whoever dared to mention it, no matter what the relationship was, would definitely turn his face.

He strode out, took one step at a time, spanned dozens of zhang, and came directly in front of Yang Qifeng.

The body is tall, tall and big, and in the blink of an eye, the body that was originally two zhang has turned into three zhang high.

Like a hill, condescending, with a murderous face, an open mouth, and a loud voice.

"Tide!"

The sound vibrates, resounding in all directions, rolling and moving, like a monstrous wave sweeping the sky, wave after wave.

The two arms, the muscles bulged, from top to bottom, directly patted, full of energy, waving palms like the wind.

Yang Qifeng swung out a palm, ignoring the sound waves, unharmed, his palm was like a knife, and the knife qi contained in his palm.

A dazzling light, shining brightly, filled the surroundings.

Blood splattered, two arms rose to the sky, and the wounds were smooth and flat.

With one blow, Yang Qifeng's footsteps moved lightly, leapfrogged in one step, stepped on the void, walked on the ground, and moved directly behind the reckless man, slapped him, and raised a flame with his backhand.

Pop, the white palm slapped the top of the reckless man's head.

Flames burst out, enveloping the reckless man's body.

The illusory flame, the instantaneous burning, the pure fire of the Three Realms, the first time it appeared, has been revealed.

The reckless man couldn't hold on for a second, he had already been incinerated, and a drop of blood, constantly circling, was suspended in mid-air.

He beckoned and put it away directly,

Sarcastic, descendant of the demon god, you think you are a nine-headed line, since ancient times, there have been several demon gods, and although there are no demon gods again, but the demon saints are endless.

This vein, except for the bloodline, has completely declined.

is more miserable than Qingqiu.

This reckless man has just crossed the strength of the second heavenly pass, the same realm, for Yang Qifeng, who has a dual cultivation of physical body and primordial spirit, he is not afraid of anyone, kill him, if it weren't for his extraordinary blood, how would Yang Qifeng use the Three Realms Pure Fire.

Looking at the constantly beating flames in the palm of his hand, he smiled brightly.

"Come on, you're about to meet your brother and become one,"

The smile retreated, recovering indifference, a token, condensed out of thin air, the phantom of the Dao, transformed into it, Yang Qifeng grabbed it, put it on his waist, and continued to stride forward the ladder.

This is an opportunity, so lightly obtaining a drop of blood, the cultivation of Tiangang's thirty-six changes will be much simpler in the future.

What a love the heavens, Yang Qifeng just wanted to laugh out loud when he saw the second monster he encountered.

The person who came was thin, in his thirties, with pale temples and an ordinary appearance.

There is no trace of demonic energy on the body, and the fat robe is automatic without wind, trembling.

Hunched over and carrying a turtle shell, it is a dragon tortoise.

For the blood of the dragon clan, in ancient times, not into the dragon clan, but into the demon clan, and the demon emperor intersected, claiming to be a demon clan, among the thirty-six original demon gods of Tiangang's thirty-six changes, the dragon turtle is one of them.

"Fellow Daoist has seen the salute," the descendant of the dragon turtle was polite.

Standing with his hands tied, his robes were swaying, and an inexplicable pressure swept in all directions.

Yang Qifeng walked over and suddenly felt a sense of depression.

The breath is restrained, without the slightest abnormality, like a hidden sword, without any edge.

This style is peerless, but it's a little wordy.

Yang Qifeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and a black knife appeared, held it in his hand, and slashed it in the air.

The flame soars into the sky, the sun is positive, and the masculine momentum of heaven and earth is nothing more than this.

The turtle shell moved, and instantly stood sideways in front of him, the flames met, and immediately dissolved, and the black knife appeared, but it turned into a wooden branch,

False,

Behind the descendants of the dragon turtle, Yang Qifeng appeared here, the sword flashed, and the Yuan Shen was crushed.

The pure fire of the Three Realms emerged, refining the flesh and turning it into blood, Yang Qifeng put it away, continued to move the ladder of heaven, and continued to move forward.

The sachet played a role, and along the way, the enemy's strength was all inferior to him, sweeping all the way, and in the blink of an eye, ten tokens had been collected in his hand, and the blood of the demon god, except for the first two drops, was never collected again.

Just after walking a few steps, a person appeared in front of him.

The face is as white as Fu powder, and the lips are painted with Zhu Yicai. The sideburns are bullied and dyed, and the eyebrows are like a knife

It is the Basho Cave of Cuiping Mountain, the son of the Great Sage of Pingtian, the name of the child, the red child! (to be continued......)