The empress sister is dangerous, I will tear up the saint in anger

What kind of monster is this?

This holy artifact is too weird!
and also.

Have you ever seen a Profound Immortal who controls so many holy artifacts?
"Want to go?"

Seeing that the white-haired old man wanted to leave, Luo Junlin had a mocking sneer in his eyes, wanting to leave even here?

Is there such a cheap thing?
Thinking that Luojiabao is your back garden!

"The sage's mantra: sleepy!"

Luo Junlin spat out a word.

next moment.

In Luo Junlin's hand, on the Confucian saint carving knife, countless holy lights rose.

A Confucian saint stood beside Luo Junlin, and the pressure of the Confucian saint was overwhelming.

Facing the white-haired old man in the void, he suppressed and went away.

"Buzz!"

The Light forms a prison.

Trapped the old man's immortal soul.

"Is this the Holy Word?"

The eyes of the white-haired old man were full of horror. Young people would know the words of Confucianism and sages in their scholarly holy land?
Could it be that the young man is a disciple of a Confucian sage?But why, he had never seen it.

that boy.

Who is it?

"Luo Junlin, what happened today was a misunderstanding!"

Trapped by the holy light, the old man hurriedly said.

his mind.

Some panicked.

But he didn't worry too much, after all, his immortal soul was at the level of an ancestor.

Although Luo Junlin controlled the holy artifact, it was still very difficult to destroy his immortal soul.

"Misunderstanding? Hehehe..."

Luo Junlin also laughed as he looked at the ancestor of the Scholarly Holy Land.

When I first came.

this old guy.

That's a direct truth to kill yourself.

Can't do it right now.

Is that a misunderstanding?

"Since it's all a misunderstanding, why don't you continue to misunderstand it? An ancestor fairy's immortal soul fell in my southern region, and it must bring a lot of blessings to my southern region!"

Luo Junlin smiled lightly.

"you……"

The old man's face darkened.

"This old man is Ouyang Cheng, the holy lord of the Scholarly Holy Land. Although you can trap me with the two holy artifacts, it is impossible to kill me. If you let me go, the old man can testify to the past grievances and will not be held accountable anymore." !"

The white-haired old man said in a low voice.

"Finished?"

Luo Junlin said lightly.

"Then let's go!"

Luo Junlin said coldly.

"Boy, don't be ignorant. I am an ancestor immortal, and my immortal soul is unparalleled. Although your holy weapon can trap me, it is impossible to wipe out my immortal soul. Wait for the strong men from my scholarly holy land to come!"

"You little Luojiabao, you can destroy it with a snap of your fingers!"

The white-haired old man said sharply.

"Oh!"

In Luo Junlin's eyes, traces of coldness flickered.

Luojiabao can be destroyed with a flick of a finger?
So to say.

Let alone leave alive!

"The Confucian sage's mantra: Hurt!"

Luo Junlin's icy voice sounded, and the next moment, beside Luo Junlin, the sacred light on the Confucian saint exploded.

At the same time, in Luo Junlin's hand, the Confucian sage carving knife shot out directly.

"Boy, how dare you!"

The voice of the ancestral immortal and immortal soul sounded in shock and anger.

He is angry.

He is an ancestor immortal, in the entire Central Province, that is a high existence.
In this small Southern Territory, Luo Junlin was trapped here today, and he wanted to kill him?
What arrogance!
"Boy, my scholarly holy land will kill you!"

The white-haired old man said sharply.

Around his immortal soul.

A powerful aura of righteousness enveloped him, but how could these aura of righteousness be able to block the carving knife of a Confucian saint?
In the next moment, his body was directly torn open by a Confucian sage carving knife.

On that wound.

With the blessing of the sage's mantra, the wound continued to expand.

"hateful!"

The white-haired old man roared again and again.

"Must be killed!"

Luo Junlin's eyes were extremely cold, how strong is the Scholarly Holy Land?

That is the holy land of Zhongzhou, I am not afraid of it, but what about Luojiabao?Luojiabao's current strength is too weak.

If the scholarly holy land kills.

What about Tianyin?
What about Papa and Grandpa?

And what about my mother?
What about Luojiabao's disciples...

Almost no one can block it.

So this immortal soul.

Never let go!
"A treasure tree, brush!"

Luo Junlin brushed up the wonderful tree again, and this time, when the wonderful tree fell, the body of the white-haired old man trembled in the sky.

In his body, the connection with the holy book was completely lost.

at the same time.

In the scholarly holy land.

"Crack!"

On the holy book, a crack appeared.

The sanctity of the holy book.

Disappeared!

This is a wonderful tree, although he may be a bit weak, but at the critical moment, he is very scary.

Of course, this wonderful tree is not omnipotent, the holy book is a low-grade holy artifact, and only then can its sanctity be completely wiped out.

If it is middle grade.

Top-grade or top-grade holy artifacts.

Miaoshu is afraid that the sanctity has not been wiped out, but he will be directly counterattacked by the opponent's power!

"Boy, even if you cut off my connection with the holy artifact, you still can't kill me!"

The white-haired old man said sharply.

him at the moment.

The elegant aura on his body has completely disappeared.

What rises again is ruthless!
"Hehe...you really think I can't kill you?"

"Abyss Blood Pool!"

Luo Junlin sneered, Zuxian's fairy soul couldn't be killed?

If there were only Confucian sage carving knives and a wonderful tree, then Luo Junlin really couldn't kill him.

At most, trap this fairy soul for a while.

But unfortunately.

Luo Junlin's holy artifacts are not two, but three!

"boom!"

An extremely evil breath spread from Luo Junlin's body.

Behind Luo Junlin, a thousand-foot blood pool appeared. In the blood pool, white bones could be seen floating, and innocent souls roared.

Very scary.

"This is the Abyssal Blood Pond, the Holy Artifact of the Demonic Dao..."

The white-haired old man exclaimed.

his voice.

They all trembled.

Abyss blood pool.

One of the most evil holy artifacts, this sacred artifact claims to be able to defile everything, whether it is a fairy soul or a flesh body.

Once it falls into the abyss blood pool, it will be defiled.

And the refining of the blood pool of the abyss.

It is even more difficult!
It is rumored that the ancient magic holy land once controlled an abyssal blood pool, but because it was too evil.

In the end, it was jointly destroyed by the holy land powerhouses of the major holy places.

Luo Junlin in front of him.

He actually took control of this thing!

"go with!"

Luo Junlin's eyes were extremely cold.

evil?

Magic?

In Luo Junlin's heart, there is no distinction between good and evil. From Luo Junlin's point of view, it is normal for others to kill themselves and kill themselves.

He, Luo Junlin, was not a bloodthirsty person, but he was definitely not an indecisive person either.

"Sage Mantra: Town!"

"Abyss Blood Pool: Kill!"

"boom!"

The powerful aura vibrated, and beside Luo Junlin, the figure of the Confucian saint rushed out.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the fairy soul of the white-haired old man.

then.

With one hand, he pressed the fairy soul's head.

"Gollum!"

The immortal soul of this scholarly holy land was directly pushed into the abyssal blood pool.

And at the moment of entering the abyss blood pool, the fairy soul screamed.

"Luo Junlin, how dare you!"

"Don't kill me, ah..."

……

There was a scream, and when he entered the abyss blood pool, it could be seen that countless evil forces enveloped his entire body in an instant.

And his fairy soul was originally full of righteousness.

now.

But it has become riddled with holes!