Chapter 812: Young Master of the Demon Sect

"Are you all here?" the black-clothed monk sneered, as if thousands of night owls were roaring here, patted the coffin beside him, and said hesitantly: "The inheritance you want is here, whoever can set foot on it will own the inheritance." ”

After saying this, the black-robed monk suddenly sat cross-legged, but he no longer paid attention to anyone, his eyes slowly closed, and the group of cultivators who were gradually extinguishing the flames of war boiled again, roaring and rushing to the steps.

Shen Wang, who was alone in a corner, didn't say a word, looked at the beautiful woman in the crystal coffin with blank eyes, his eyes burst into hatred, and he subconsciously touched the cold mask.

Lu Ang, who was converging with Heiyan on the other side, did not open his mouth to comfort, and scolded directly: "Idiot, do you really think you are invincible in the world?

Hei Yan was used to this way of speaking, and glared back, which meant to say, "Aren't you stupid to come here, are you invincible?"

Lu Ang snorted twice, and wanted to say something, Zhao Shengnan's eyes widened subconsciously, and he said in disbelief: "Qin Chaoran!"

Qin Chaoran?

This name can be completely compared to Shen Wangxu, Shen Wangxu can still understand if he is alive, wasn't Qin Chaoran killed by Lin Tianxing with a sword? Finally, I heard that he escaped into the Demon Realm, is the rumor wrong?

"You...... Isn't that right?"

Lu Ang stammered, one Shen Forget Xuan and one Qin Chaoran, Senior Sister Jing Yao will not wake up again, God knows what will happen, but how can Senior Sister Jing Yao sleep in the ice coffin? Qin Chaoran has no reason to keep guarding Senior Sister Jing Yao, what has happened in the past two hundred years......

"Unless I'm blind. Zhao Shengnan looked at that figure vigilantly, although the wide robe covered his face, that body of demonic qi was difficult to hide, and Qin Chaoran, who was even more frightened, was clearly defeated in the hands of Lin Tianxing, and lived again?

Listening to what Zhao Shengnan said solemnly, Lu Ang and the others were cold, looking at the people lying in the crystal coffin, they desperately hoped that Senior Sister Jing Yao would wake up as soon as possible, otherwise their group of people would only be afraid of sheep falling into the tiger's mouth, and no one would want to get out alive.

The gathered blood gas is as mellow as deep blood ink, purple in red, black in purple, and a blood-colored ocean world as far as the eye can see.

The fight below is inextricable, and the three people who can really influence the direction of the battle, one sleeps peacefully, one is unpredictable, and the other is watching from the wall.

Zhao Shengnan said worriedly: "Qin Chaoran must have a plan to come out like that, and the young patriarch of the You Clan seems to be extremely satisfied with this, they ......"

A pair of sharp eyes looked over, and Zhao Sheng swallowed the words back into his stomach.

It was a pair of emotionless eyes, and just one glance at Zhao Shengnan made him feel like he was in an infernal hell, full of spreading ghost fire and wailing ghosts, and his whole body was like being wet with sweat.

Shen Wangxu said lightly: "Watching chess without saying a word, true gentleman, isn't this a wake-up warning for you human beings? If you don't want to die, you can watch the battle with peace of mind." ”

His lips moved slightly, and a clear voice spread throughout the ears of Zhao Shengnan and several others, the others seemed to have never heard of it, looking at the eyes that were like wild beasts, several of them couldn't help but take a few steps back, and their bodies were almost close to the mountain wall.

Ignoring the timid Zhao Shengnan and the others, Shen Wangxu's eyes looked at Qin Chaoran on the platform.

The two decided powerhouses stared for a moment, as if they had suddenly reached some kind of agreement, Qin Chaoran above jumped off the high platform with a knife, and the boundless knife wave was sent forward at will, and a large group of creatures died in an instant, and the splashed blood water seemed to bloom with a bewitching red flower......

Can't sit still!

Zhao Shengnan quietly gestured to Lu Ang and Heiyan, meaning to rush to the high platform and wake up Jing Yao first, because she probably had insight into Qin Chaoran's thoughts, this wound is healing, killing people is to gather souls with blood, a strong man of his level, the blood of a large number of living beings is expected to recover the old wounds.

The puzzle was solved, but the result was not pleasant at all, most of the disciples of the Sword Sect and the Penglai monks developed a habit that whether others lived or died had nothing to do with them, and if they affected themselves, they couldn't care about it.

Qin Chaoran wiped the blood on the blade, and looked sideways at Shen Wangxu: "Won't the young patriarch come to help?" His magic skills are so strong, as long as his mind controls them, there will be demonic qi flowing outside his body, all of which will turn into baptistic wind blades, sweeping the lives of thousands of monks.

For Qin Chaoran, these people are no different from grass mustard, whether they are captured or resisted, they will lose their original meaning.

Those monks obviously understood something, and at this time, they wanted to retreat but found that the entrance of the cave was blocked by an undulating light curtain, and there was a real dilemma, there was no way to go to heaven and no door to go to earth.

The seeds of panic quickly expanded, and everyone's hearts were filled with fear, and the exclamations and thumping heartbeats were mixed together, and only then did they realize that they were so cowardly.

"Okay. Shen Wangxu laughed happily, and was about to make a move, when Lu Ang suddenly shouted: "Do it." ”

Two blades, one blue and one purple, came out from behind him, turned into two dazzling meteors, and rushed through a space wrapped in blood, and the two swords flew away, and two familiar figures jumped on the sword.

That is the figure of Lin Tianxing and Fu Yuan, the purple and green double swords have become the artifact of the Sword Sect Zhenzong, Lu Ang carries it with him, and the double swords have the essence left by Lin Tianxing and Fu Yuan, and they are excited by the sword trick, and the figures of these two people are revealed, but in the end, it is not the deity who is present, and the strength has to be repaid.

But for those unlucky monks, it was like a surprise from the sky, and they became excited in an instant, they didn't know the female cultivator, but how could Lin Tianxing, who had cold eyebrows and cold eyes, and sword eyebrows, not recognize it? The savior came suddenly, and the morale immediately rose.

"Get on it. Lu Ang said in a deep voice: "Senior Master Ancestor and Senior Brother Tianxing won't last long. ”

After saying this, he stepped on the steps with a sword light, Zhao Shengnan and Hei Yanye had already rushed to the high platform with their own magical powers, under the restrictions of the forbidden space domain, no one could ignore it, and the only one who ignored the existence of the forbidden sky domain was sleeping soundly in the crystal coffin on the stage.

Lin Tianxing found Qin Chaoran, and Fu Hui chose Shen Wuxu.

Qin Chaoran looked coldly at Lin Tianxing who rushed towards him with a sword, his body actually trembled inadvertently a few times, and the enemy's eyes were extremely red when he saw him, it was he who forced his soul and body to separate, roared angrily, and the magic knife came out of his body, splitting out a dark knife wave, and pressing his head and face towards Lin Tianxing, with a hateful blow, it was overwhelming.

Ling Xiao's sword aura was like a long dragon roaring, and a sword divided the water section of the mountain, standing outstanding in the thick black knife waves, but the clear-eyed people could see that Lin Tianxing's hard connection to the magic knife made his body dilute a little, only to hear Qin Chaoran sneer: "If you come in person, I am still afraid of you, just a wisp of divine sense, how can I withstand it?"

The knife walked away from Changhong, splitting the turbulence in the space, and Lin Tianxing's surroundings were suddenly plagued by muddy airflow......