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"Whew!"

The Hidden Dragon Sword pulled out a long line of blood, cutting down the short obscene Taoist priest who had been shouting just now into the dust.

"Huh!" a little green light came out of his body! The dwarf Taoist priest's Yuan Shen fled desperately like crazy.

This was not the outcome he expected, as an early Jindan cultivator, he should have a brighter future! For example, after torturing the disciples of the Lianyun Dao Sect, he looted their storage bags amid their beautiful wails.

If you are lucky enough, you can meet a female disciple of the Purple Bamboo Forest who has suppressed the legendary Lianyun, and you can also be forcibly taken back to make a Ding furnace.

But now, damn it, how can this be? That old ghost of Qianhezi, don't you go to that bastard of the Nine Ghost Demon Emperor to fight to the death, what are you going to do to kill us little cultivators.

"Boom!" A cyan sword light swept through the sky, and the green light burst into powder and melted into nothingness!

There was no emotion in Qianhezi's eyes, and he withdrew his sword and killed a monk in Xiangxia.

Prosperity and decline, if not, heaven and earth are reasonable!

Since he took over the Lianyun Dao Sect, he has worked diligently and conscientiously to develop the sect to the point where it is in full swing, and although today's form is unexpected, it is also reasonable.

Even if it weren't for these evil demons and crooked ways, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance and the other three factions would come to the door sooner or later, Wan Dao Tianzun was right, the Lianyun Dao Sect where Wan Xiu gathered was too big.

Although Qianhezi has a profound cultivation and excellent wisdom, he is also deeply tired from handling these sect affairs all year round. Now, he has left incense for Lianyun Dao Sect and kept the best disciples, which can be regarded as worthy of the inheritance passed down by the ancestor!

What's more, he also stepped down a wonderful back hand, but whether this back hand succeeds or not, it all depends on the will of God!

Now that there is nothing to worry about, it is better to give it a go and kill happily.

Unloaded all the baggage in his heart, Chizuruzi's fighting spirit skyrocketed.

After using the Dead Wood Spring Dafa, he returned to his prime-aged body, looking extremely tall and majestic, his neat black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his eyes were blazing, only ruthlessness and murder, standing in the void, looking like a god had come to the world from a distance.

The Hidden Dragon Sword does not need his control, advancing and retreating independently, sometimes quiet as a virgin, sometimes moving like a rabbit, although Qianhezi cultivates the wooden exercises, but this hand of the sword technique, but it makes surprisingly ethereal.

Each flash of sword light leaves wounds of varying sizes on the enemy's body.

Some of the cult disciples who were fierce and inward-looking immediately put on a layer of armor on themselves and hid far away, but there were also some real good hands who paid attention to him.

The void suddenly made waves, and a black shadow appeared in front of Qianhezi and said, "Qianhe, what kind of ability can you count as a junior monk, why don't you let me play with you a few hands!"

The man who spoke was a burly man, fifty or sixty years old, with thin lips and slender eyebrows, looking mean and sinister!

Qianhezi smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be the red-haired ancestor, you old ghost, you have been shrinking in your cave for hundreds of years, and now you have come out to stir up the wind and rain, it must be your blood god Dao, but it is also worthy of being my opponent." ”

The red-haired ancestor was gloomy, and he smiled, "The old man won't fall for your tricks! Brother Qianhe, we have time to play slowly." ”

When the words landed, a cylindrical blood-colored mist with a radius of two zhang appeared out of thin air and swept towards the thousand cranes. The red points of light in the fog seemed to be blood droplets, and they seemed to be red magic insects, and if you listened closely, there was a buzzing sound.

With a wave of his sleeves, the blood mist disappeared without a trace, and disappeared cleanly. This resolution can be described as an understatement, which shows his profound deeds.

Qianhezi made a look of disappointment and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't take out these outdated things!"

This blood mist divine power is the Evil King Sect where the red-haired ancestor is located, a secret technique famous in the Blue Ocean Continent, and its power is naturally extraordinary, but it is too far to deal with a half-step primordial infant like Qianhezi.

A trace of anger appeared on the red-haired ancestor's face, and he said, "Old man, since you want to see it, why should the old man be stingy with mana. ”

"Suck!"

The red-haired ancestor let out a sharp and piercing roar, and the burly body suddenly dried up, as if the flesh and blood in the body had been drained all at once, and it had become an existence like a dead branch and rotting wood! There was not the slightest blood on the cheeks that had sunken in rapidly, and it was so thin that it made people shudder and shudder.

With his body as the center, a huge traction force suddenly appeared in the void, and the blood flowing on the ground and the blood sprayed in the air flew towards him together.

Soon, the red-haired ancestor was covered in layers of blood, becoming an extremely terrifying blood cocoon.

The blood water continued to be injected, and when it reached the second square circle, it seemed to have reached the limit, and the absorption gradually slowed down, and at this moment, the huge blood cocoon floating in the air, like a human heart, trembled violently, making a terrifying thumping sound.

The surrounding crowd was frightened and avoided from afar, only Qianhezi still stepped on the void, his face solemn.

Facing this opponent, who was also a half-step Yuan Infant, Qian Hezi didn't dare to wait any longer, his right hand nodded at the center of his eyebrows, and the infinite vitality roared into his body, and a snow-white phantom sword blade stretched out from his eyebrows.

With the influx of vitality, bursts of snorting sounds came from Chizuruko's body, and the sound became louder and denser, and finally joined together, carrying a powerful aura.

This white sword with condensed vitality is the natal spirit sword that Qianhezi has cultivated all his life!

The white sword flashed, and the thousand cranes walked with the sword, drawing a long white refinement, and the whistling sound was loud!

"Boom!" The blood cocoon finally reached its limit, and suddenly burst open, and out of it came a blood-colored giant as tall as two feet tall and with thick limbs, mixed with blood all over the body, and only his eyes shot out a strange green light.

The blood giant roared, spitting a disgusting stench from its mouth, and rushed forward, grabbing the tip of the white sword.

However, the sword also followed, and it was slashed down.

The blood giant's right palm landed on the ground, letting out an earth-shattering pain, and his left fist slammed out, slamming into Qianhezi's body.

A thousand cranes spurted out a canopy of blood, flew upside down, retreated more than ten zhang away, and fell to the ground. After landing on the ground, he immediately took out a bottle of elixir and poured it into his mouth.

"How's this punch? Chizuru old ghost, you should be satisfied, right? hahahaha!"

The Blood Giant bared his teeth and giggled, his voice and demeanor somewhat similar to that of the red-haired Ancestor.

Qianhezi turned the exercises far away, absorbing the medicinal properties of the pill, and smoothed his breathing: "Poor Dao is really not very interested in things that are not human, ghosts and ghosts, if you don't mind, let Poor Dao help you recover your body!"

The blood giant licked his lips and said, "I'm more interested in the essence of Daoyou, why don't you let me send you to hell first, don't worry, you won't be a lonely soul and a wild ghost, your disciples and grandchildren will accompany you soon!"

Qianhezi said with a smile: "Daoyou is really ashamed, you alone are not qualified!"

"And what about me?"

The wind suddenly rose, and an old ugly woman with crane hair and goosebumps and red flowers appeared in the air, looking at Qianhezi with a sinister smile.

Another half-step baby!

Qianhezi's face finally became a little heavier, and said: "Red Flower Ghost Mother, when did you come to join in the fun, and you also made these clowns cannon fodder, be careful that they swallow not even the slag." ”

"Thank you for the reminder!"

The Red Flower Ghost Mother smiled: "I forgot to tell Daoyou, the old woman is now the protector elder of the Yuan Demon Sect, and the Demon Emperor said that Daoyou's Lianyun Dao Sect will be handed over to me to take care of in the future." Fellow Daoists, don't worry, I will definitely take over the treasures of your Lianyun Dao Sect. ”

Qianhezi laughed angrily and said, "You old things, you're too anxious, let's pass the poor road first!"

The Thousand Crane's Natal Yuan Sword slashed at the Blood Giant again, but he made up his mind to destroy the injured Red-haired Ancestor first.

The blood giant's arm shook in the air, and two blood-colored chains extended from his palm, fighting with the white sword.

Seeing Qianhezi, the safflower ghost mother didn't care about herself at all, she snorted angrily and coldly, and the dragon head crutch in her hand came out of her hand, turning into a blue-black dragon, with a sharp mouth and a wild mouth, devouring it.

Qianhezi was not in a hurry, he was single-minded, and pinched a trick, and the hidden dragon sword flashed, blocking Jiaolong's way. Running all the liliang in his body, his figure flashed, appeared in front of the blood giant, and shouted: "Die!"

The fist slammed into the heart of the blood giant with a dazzling green glow!

"Boom!" This is a direct collision of the vitality of wood and the death of blood. The blood giant stagnated slightly, exploded, and became a rain of blood.

The green primordial god, who had just escaped, was about to escape, but was pierced by the white sword and turned into dust.

The red-haired ancestor, his body is dead and his soul is gone!

"Whoosh!" a strong wind came from behind Chizuruko!

Qianhezi screamed in his heart, the blow just now had exhausted all the mana in his body, the old force was gone, the new force was not born, there was no way to resist, the fingertips of the safflower ghost mother were firmly on his back, and the yin qi broke the body!

"Fellow Daoist, let me give you a ride too!"

The voice of the Red Flower Ghost Mother is like a mountain ghost, yin and sad.

......

Chizuruko felt like she was flying in the sky, fluttering, empty, aimless, and free.

There was something hot coming out of his body, but it made him feel warm.

He remembered what the teacher had said to him back then: You are the child I picked from the flock of white cranes, so I named you Qianhezi. If one day, you will finally leave, it must be back in the arms of the crane god. So, in that moment, don't panic, don't be afraid, because, you're going home.

The figures of countless white cranes swept in front of the eyes of the thousand cranes, circling and dancing, with thousands of manners, singing endlessly, as if welcoming him.

Yes, I'm home!

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