The man glanced at the silent old man Zhao, and then his eyes fell on Xu Lin's body and said, "Long time no see!"

Xu Lin calmed down, and countless thoughts popped up in his mind, and he, who finally put these thoughts out of his mind, didn't pay attention to the meaning of the demon lord, but looked at Old Man Zhao.

The demon lord raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth grinned, and then re-examined the strange old man in front of him, and after a long time, he couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect that there is really a god transformation period in this world, which surprised me." ”

"The prisoner of the stairs, although he has broken free from the shackles, he is still short-sighted in the end, do you really think that there is only one period of transformation in this world?"

Looking at Old Man Zhao's gloomy face, the demon lord smiled and said, "Yes, since this seat came out, I really found that the way of the world has indeed changed, but it is only an appearance." ”

The demon lord paused, condensed Old Man Zhao's gloomy gaze, and then looked at Xu Lin and said, "But in essence, it is still disappointing that nothing has changed. Looking at Old Man Zhao, the Demon Lord suddenly smiled and said, "It's just one more of your god transformation periods." ”

"It seems that you are not locked in the secret realm, but at the bottom of the well, and after a long time, you will become a toad. ”

The face of the demon lord changed, but the old man Zhao stood up, and he was bent over his waist, and there was a trace of blush on his face, which was because of excitement.

"When you were in the limelight back then, this world really couldn't do anything about you, because you were the only one in the god transformation period. Even the head of the Sword Washing Pavilion back then was only the realm of today's Qinghong child, so you won the world, but you lost very completely. ”

"Who are you?" the Demon Lord's eyes already glowed with a cold light.

"Hehe, who am I?" Old Man Zhao coughed, then shook his head and said, "Back then, even if I stood in front of you, you wouldn't look at it, just a little person who was as short as an ant and not worth mentioning." ”

The demon lord smiled coldly: "So now, you think you are a strong ant?"

"It's not strong, it's still an ant in front of heaven and earth. ”

The demon lord was silent again, but in his mind he was trying to recall the past, but in his impression, he could not remember such a character.

Among the cultivators who can enter the stage of transforming into gods, which one is not a genius of heaven, it should be famous at that time, but the demon lord just can't remember that there is such a character.

"The Sword Washing Pavilion back then was not comparable to the current Kunlun, it was a sect that responded to all calls, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first in the world. Among the younger generation of disciples, Ouyang Zhengmao and Huo Tianhua are the most outstanding disciples in the Sword Washing Pavilion, and they are also known as the most promising stars of hope in the impact god transformation period. ”

The Demon Lord's face was covered with a layer of frost.

"A thousand years later, who would have thought that one had gone astray and achieved all kinds of evil demons, and the other was depressed and unhappy in the mountains of old death. ”

Old man Zhao kept staring at the changes on the Demon Lord's face, and couldn't help but smile and said, "But now this world only knows the existence of the Lord of the Demon Sect, and has forgotten Huo Tianhua back then." ”

"Are you Huo Tianhua?" The demon lord looked at Old Man Zhao in disbelief, and Xu Lin also looked at him in surprise, but what about Old Man Zhao? The corners of his mouth twitched: "A waste person who can't even read through love words, how can he compare with me?"

The flush on Old Man Zhao's face became stronger and stronger, and when his gaze looked at the Demon Lord, it was even more fierce: "Huo Tianhua will die at your feet!"

The demon lord was stunned, looked down at the stairs under his feet, and did not speak for a long time.

"The two figures who were known as the peerless double pride of the Sword Washing Pavilion back then have finally gathered, but one of them has entered the Yellow Spring. ”

Speaking of this, Old Man Zhao laughed heartily, and the emotion in his laughter was extremely cheerful, without any contrived meaning, and it seemed that the feelings that had been accumulated for thousands of years were finally vented at this moment.

"I'll kill you!" the demon lord looked at the old man Zhao with a cheerful face, and then said very seriously.

Restraining his smile, Old Man Zhao slowly looked at the Demon Lord, and then sneered at the corner of his mouth: "It's just a clone, do you really think that you are still the unparalleled Demon Lord in the world?"

The location of the Treasure Pavilion, at this time, the sword and blood light rose to the sky, after the fierce collision, the wind howled endlessly, the air flow was chaotic and tumbling, and the surroundings were in a mess, and the two figures were quickly separated after intersecting at this time.

The bloodstained Taoist looked a little wolfish, but it was fine, but the blood-colored umbrella in his hand had already cracked out a few hideous cuts on the umbrella surface. But the real person on the opposite side of Qing Ming was pale, breathing chaotically and panting.

With the sword in his hand, gently leaning on the ground, Qing Ming Zhenren stood there very reluctantly, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the blood-stained Daoist's body, not moving a step.

"At the end of the crossbow, do you think you still have the strength to fight me?" said the Bloodstained Daoist with a rather cruel smile.

With a slight force, Qing Ming Zhenren raised his sword again, and there was already a trace of absolute love in his eyes, and he was still standing there without any movement.

"The sword is a little too much to hold, you are looking for death!" Seeing that Qing Ming still didn't hear it, the bloodstained Taoist smiled and said, "Then I'll give you a ride!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-stained Daoist suddenly turned into a bloody light, with a fishy smell, and immediately rushed towards Qingming Zhenren.

Raising his hand and raising his sword, his mind was silent, Qing Mingzhen's sword was trembling, and the humming sound was also intermittent, but the expression on his face was still unwavering, and nothing changed.

Just when the blood light was about to arrive, suddenly the sky swirled, Qing Ming Zhenren's posture remained unchanged, but the place changed, and the position of the blood stain Daoist also changed subtly, when he understood, he immediately put away his figure, and looked coldly, he and Qing Ming Zhenren actually swapped places at some point.

The bloodstained Daoist frowned and looked back, only to see that behind him was the Treasure Pavilion, and the place where Qing Ming Zhenren was standing was the place where he had stayed before.

"The method of moving the four elephants?" said the bloodstained Daoist with some surprise, and then heard a person laugh: "I still have some knowledge!"

A middle-aged man, dressed in a Kunlun purple robe, with a handsome face and bright eyes, was standing not far from the Qingming Zhenren and the bloodstained Daoist at this time, and was holding a jade plaque that shimmered with brilliance in his hand.

"Who is my Dao, it turns out to be the first real person of Fenglan Peak, Qingxuan Zhenren!" said the bloodstained Daoist with a gloomy smile.

"Fortunately, I haven't seen you for many years, you blood demon is still that virtuous, you don't have a good temper but you can't live long. Qing Xuan Zhenren slowly walked to Qing Ming's side, and then blocked her behind him, and suddenly showed a rather surprised expression on his face: "You don't use a sword?"

The bloodstained Daoist didn't reply, and Qingxuan Zhenren smacked the corners of his mouth: "My senior brother is still bent on competing with you for another sword, why did you switch to an umbrella as a murder weapon?"

The blood-stained Daoist whose face became a little ugly looked at this person who suddenly appeared uncertainly, and of course he understood what Qing Xuan Zhenren was talking about, the blood demon back then, that is, his senior brother, used a sword.

But today's Blood Demon is no longer the wasted man he was back then, but he, who thinks he is a rare genius in the Blood Demon Sect.

There is no nonsense, the sudden blood light reappeared, and the blood-stained Daoist incarnated like viscous blood, and rushed towards the Qingxuan Zhenren in the air, and the Qingxuan Zhenren, who knew the power of the blood refining divine light, although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his heart was extremely awe-inspiring, and this guy's cultivation had taken another step?

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the figure of the demon lord turned into a surging demon flame, swept under the black clouds in the sky, and the figure of Qinghong Zhenren, under the support of bursts of colorful dazzling light, collided with it, and when bursts of white smoke evaporated, the demon lord waved his hand again, but the long sword in his hand, suddenly reversed, and almost stabbed himself.

With a casual throw, when the figure unfolded again, the long sword was held by Qinghong Zhenren again. The sword breath rushed more than once, and when he slashed it casually, the glow of the sky instantly gathered in this sword breath, and the heaven and the earth were also dark, only the sword breath condensed by this colorful dazzling light, like a scorching sun, smashed towards the demon lord.

With a cold snort, the bronze Xiaoding in the hand of the demon lord resurfaced in front of him, and when the top lid was opened, it was like opening a dark door, like a black hole, frantically absorbing the sword breath that rushed in, as if he was gluttonous and eating, and there was no way to stop it.

The two sides of the mountain did not make any more moves at this time, they all looked up to the sky and watched the two strong men in the sky fight, it was the battle of the god cultivators, and they couldn't intervene at all.

But what is amazing is that even when they look at the vitality surging in the sky, and the Dao Law naturally becomes a scene, it also makes them feel happy and convinced, this is the strength, between the waves, there is no need for moves and sword momentum, only the Dao Law that comes naturally, this is the scene in the door of the Dao of Cultivation, this is the battle between the heavens and the people, and the mortal body is already difficult to intervene.

But just when the demon lord and Qinghong Zhenren were entangled and the outcome was uncertain, the demon lord's expression was slightly stunned, and then his brows furrowed, as if he looked into the distance with deep meaning, his eyes were full of complicated meanings, and Qinghong Zhenren had already discovered this, this guy was actually distracted between life and death, is he looking down on himself?

Another sword breath rushed down, a dazzling rainbow light, as if as this sword breath pierced the air, it had already illuminated the sky and expelled the darkness.

The demon lord came back to his senses, looked at Qinghong's real face, and suddenly smiled: "It turns out that you still have a hidden hand!"

Qinghong Zhenren didn't understand what he was talking about, he was puzzled, but his subordinates didn't stop, but they worked harder, the sword breath was mixed with rainbow light in the sky, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and then in the tumbling and steaming, it turned into a multicolored dragon, and rushed towards the demon lord with a roar.

On the other hand, the Demon Lord, at this time, for the first time, showed such a strict expression, thinking about seeing Old Man Zhao in his heart, but when he saw that this would be a fatal blow, he had already gone out with all his strength, without the slightest carelessness.