The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Xi Qianzhong and A Miao were silent for a moment when they heard what Venerable Mingzhao said.

A Miao turned her head and glanced at Xi Qianzhong, seeing the corners of his eyes twitch slightly, she knew that this person was probably angry.After entering the Demon Realm with Xi Qianzhong and Chao Sheng, A Miao has somewhat understood these two people for such a long time.

Xi Qianzhong looked indifferent, but in fact he was the most temperamental.With a word of provocation from the demon, he immediately drew his sword and went up.When I first entered the Demon Realm, there was no day without blood on my body.Chao Sheng was afraid that he would really die because of the fight, and warned Xi Qianzhong that if this continues, he will die before he can get out of this level.

"To save others or to save yourself, you choose."

After Chao Sheng finished saying that, Xi Qianzhong gradually stopped, and for a while he walked with his eyes closed, thinking that he was out of sight and out of mind.

When the red-haired monster saw Xi Qianzhong and A Miao, he immediately said that Xi Qianzhong didn't even have time to meditate.

A Miao saw that Xi Qianzhong was holding the sword in his hand, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

After all, he didn't want to stop him, after all, he was treated as a random pick by monsters... Buddhas are all angry.

When Xi Qianzhong took a step forward, all the monsters who were singing and dancing were cut off by a sword light invisible to the naked eye.

Rivers of blood flowed, demon corpses were everywhere, and the graceful scene of the world of mortals suddenly became like a hell.The monster guarding Master Mingzhao's toes moved slightly, and when he roared to draw his sword, someone stabbed a hole in his throat at some point, and blood was gurgling.

A Miao stood behind a monster, moved her fingers lightly, pulled out the long sword stuck in the monster's throat, and saw blood gushing out, and those monsters fell down clutching their throats, only neighing like a snake scream.

Venerable Mingzhao sat in the tent, seeing the miserable situation in front of him as nothing, and drank the blood wine in his hand, Sha Wumen behind him took a step forward.

"I didn't bring any useful demons this time." Sha Wumen said shamelessly.

"Choose one."

Venerable Mingzhao smiled, and suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand forward, and saw that the wine glass thrown in the air was split into two by the sword light, and Sha Wumen behind him was wrapped in a breeze, and fell directly to the distant place. On top of a boulder.

A Miao drew his sword at Sha Wumen, and Sha Wumen immediately pulled away from the stone, and drew two scimitars from the back of his waist to confront A Miao.

"Another human monk!" Sha Wumen said contemptuously.

"Okay, you don't have to choose."

Venerable Mingzhao looked at Xi Qianzhong standing still in front of him, swept him from head to tail unceremoniously, and shook his head.

"Not soft enough, not as good as that person."

Xi Qianzhong already pretended that he didn't understand what the monster said, and slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"If you are as strong as the thirteenth-fold Lord Penglai, I would probably have escaped by now."

Venerable Ming Zhao listened to Xi Qianzhong's provocative words, but he was not angry.

"Oh? You guys are from the thirteenth level. It sounds like Yuan Baiyin lost." Venerable Mingzhao covered his face and laughed, showing his sharp teeth. "That's great."

Xi Qianzhong frowned, and before Venerable Mingzhao could say anything else, he put the sword across his neck.Venerable Mingzhao was still smiling, and kicked back, missing the throat-cutting sword.

"I thought I would have to fight three more times when I came to the Demon Terrace this time, so that I could take all these heavy sites and save me trouble."

Venerable Mingzhao pulled out a long red whip from his waist, and swung it at the Xiqian heavy sword.

The long whip was like a maggot on the tarsus bone, and it hooked Xi Qianzhong's long sword firmly. The Venerable Mingzhao pulled Xi Qianzhong from the ground and threw it into the air with force!

"The master of the Demon Realm is like a king in the world, but if the king here is defeated once, even if he survives, he is not qualified to become the master again. The loser is not worthy of being king!"

Venerable Mingzhao laughed wildly, and opened his mouth to Xi Qianzhong, who was falling in mid-air, and it could be seen that a stream of blood burst out of the mouth like a beast's mouth!

On the streamer, tens of thousands of wailing and crying human faces were densely packed, filled with endless resentment and hatred, all opening their mouths to the sky!

"...Aren't you going to help? Once the Venerable's 'Blood River Tomb' comes out, he will eat everything. Where he is bitten, even the panacea, the blood of gods and demons will not be able to regenerate."

Sha Wumen, who was still despising A Miao at first, but was cut off by A Miao a moment later, and put his head on the ground with one foot, asked weakly.

"No need," A Miao looked down at Sha Wumen, showing a subtle smile, "If he dies, come to me."

A Miao lowered her head, and stepped on Sha Wumen to the ground again.

"Okay, let's continue talking about that... the human monk who entered the ninth level by mistake."

Venerable Ming Zhao happened to have learned the "Blood River Tomb" when he became a demon for 1000 years.At that time, he was besieged by many monsters, and he couldn't stop killing him. He was bored, and saw that the originally dry land had been covered with blood at some point.

After the monsters died, the fear of Venerable Mingzhao seemed to be still there. When Venerable Mingzhao had a thought, the sea of ​​blood immediately surged, and followed his guidance to attack those monsters.

Wherever the river of blood passed, the land was barren, no matter flesh and blood, bones, or boulders of yellow sand, all were swallowed up by this endless river of blood, leaving no trace.

Venerable Mingzhao immediately put the sword back on his body, removed his jaw and swallowed the river of blood into his stomach, using it as his magic weapon ever since.

To this day, even the blood river, the heavy master, has eaten it. A mere human monk... so what?

Venerable Mingzhao looked at the figure in mid-air covered by the river of blood, smiled disdainfully, glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, and found that Sha Wumen had been chopped off, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's good to kill it, to save it and raise it."

However, the corners of Venerable Mingzhao's eyes suddenly twitched. He looked up at the sky, and for some reason, the river of blood in the sky... stagnated.The sound of sharp teeth chewing could be heard faintly in the air, and the long river of blood seemed to have been bitten off in half by something.

Venerable Mingzhao raised his toes lightly and leaped into the air. On the river of blood, a ten-foot-long black dog with horns on its forehead was lowering its head and gnawing at the bloody river, which was composed of cursed hatred and monster flesh and blood. River of Blood.

Not far away, Xi Qianzhong, who was also floating in mid-air, held a brush stained with ink in one hand and an open scroll in the other.

"Tengu."

Xi Qianzhong lowered her eyelashes slightly, looking at the Tengu in the painting below who was feasting, and then looked up at the expressionless Venerable Mingzhao opposite.

"In ancient times, the dog could eat the sun, how is your blood river compared to the fierce sun?"

"you try."

Venerable Mingzhao opened his mouth again, shooting out thousands of blood-colored streamers from it, and Xi Qianzhong opened the scroll again, releasing the Tengu that had been sealed in the painting to rest in ancient times.

The sound of the Blood River wailing, the sound of the Tengu feeding on the twelve layers of sky resounded directly to Boluoyun City thousands of miles away!

When Song Ningqing cast the spell again in the dusty boulder formation, the flame shot out from his fingertips and hit his right side. It was a foolproof move, but he was stopped halfway .

Xiao Heng, dressed in black with a dragon pattern and wearing a half mask, stood there, raising his hand to hold the flame in his palm, snuffing out it as easily as snuffing out a candle.

"...Xiao Heng?"

Song Ningqing frowned slightly, but saw Xiao Heng waved away the smoke and dust all over the place, revealing the smoke and dust and sitting on the boulder with a relaxed expression.

"Oh, you came too fast." Lu Tong shook the lotus in his hand, "If you get hit again..."

"You can open the Heavenly Demon Platform." Xiao Heng said in a deep voice.

On the opposite side, Lu Tong covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, looking at Song Ningqing who was still confused.

"I am the eighth level of the Scarlet Flame Demon Realm, the lord of the humanoid Huawu, Lutong."

"The rules of the Heavenly Demon Terrace, the heavy master fights three moves with others, and the Tianmotai will be the heavy master and identify the opponent."

"Once the Demon Tower is opened, all directions will be banned. At that time, you and I will be on the stage, and the Heavenly Demon Platform will not open unless we kill you to death."

Lu Tong smiled leisurely, and kicked forward with his bare feet.

"The Dragon Lord saved you, Song Ningqing."

Song Ningqing was startled, but Xiao Heng turned his head and smiled at him unskillfully.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. I said... I will love you and protect you..."

I will never abandon you!

Thinking of this, Xiao Heng's forehead twitched, wondering if he had said such a thing before, but when did he say it, but he must have made such an oath...

Seeing Xiao Heng suddenly froze, Lu Tong slowly got up, Song Ningqing was about to rush to Xiao Heng, but Xiao Heng had disappeared in place.

Lu Tong, who was not far away, was punched by something on the side boulder, and his white hair that reached the ground was cut off in half and scattered on the ground.

Xiao Heng was standing quietly in front of Lu Tong, and Lu Tong slowly raised his head, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Are you... just eating dragon balls, are you that strong?"

"Xiao Heng!"

Song Ningqing shouted, but saw the ground shaking violently under her feet, and three black wall-like barriers were pulled up from the ground in an instant, covering Xiao Heng and Lu Tong's figures with lightning speed.

Song Ningqing only had time to catch up to the wall, and saw Xiao Heng turned his head and gave Song Ningqing a comforting smile.

Song Ningqing looked up at the towering black barrier. When she raised her hand to touch it, she could stretch her arm into it, but her palm stretched out from another part of the wall.

Song Ningqing withdrew her hand, her arm was still intact.

The Demon Terrace...is a formation.

Song Ningqing slowly closed her eyes, knowing that it was too late to call or think of a way.But he still wanted to go in, to see, to know what happened to Xiao Heng.

"But I... didn't even see Xiao Heng's movements... just now."

Song Ningqing laughed, and raised her hand to cover her pale face.

Only now did he really feel that Xiao Heng was already the dragon master who could dominate one side, and he was no longer the little junior who was following him and holding the hem of his clothes.

"...You just came in like this, aren't you worried about your heart?" Lu Tong chuckled.

"Kill you, waste of time?"

Xiao Heng sneered, and walked towards Lu Tong step by step in this pitch-black space.

"Oh, I wanted to do a favor, but I didn't think I'd lose my life. Lord, I haven't done enough yet."

Lu Tong stood still on the spot, reading the mana silently, and saw that the dark space was full of blood-colored lotus flowers the size of an adult.

Although Xiao Heng didn't know what Lu Tong was doing, but seeing the shape of the lotus inexplicably in his heart, he felt angry.

"Does it sound familiar?"

Lu Tong raised his head slightly, smelling the fragrance of lotus flowers all around, showing an intoxicated expression.

"He gave it to me, maybe you don't remember..."

A spirit force with dragon energy had already hit Lu Tong, but Lu Tong did not dodge or dodge, but a lotus flower beside him opened its branches and leaves, swallowed the energy, and then turned into dead branches and leaves and fell to the ground.

"You are really impatient," Lu Tong looked at Xiao Heng who was blocked by hundreds of lotus flowers, and smiled sweetly at him, "But these can still be played for a while."

"Eighth level, isn't it beautiful?" Xiao Heng asked suddenly.

Although she didn't know Xiao Heng's intention, Lu Tong still nodded. She stepped on the lotus and looked down at Xiao Heng.

"My home is naturally beautiful. There are thousands of miles of flowers and lotus ponds everywhere. No matter whether it is a fairy or a monster, anyone who sees it will like it."

"That's good." Xiao Heng opened his hand and pulled out the Bufu that was placed on his waist, "Brother, there will be a new place to go afterward."

Listening to Xiao Heng's words, the smile on Lu Tong's face slowly disappeared, and she raised her slender hand and waved forward!Hundreds of blood lotuses opened their branches and hit Xiao Heng!

"I was actually underestimated by the juniors!"

"A lotus flower weighs ten thousand catties. If you eat the dragon ball, you will transform into a dragon. How long can you resist it?"

"Originally, I was entrusted by the recruiter, and I wanted you to become a demon for fun, but you are too presumptuous... It is flattering to turn into flesh!"

Xiao Heng's eyes, which were originally looking at the lotus, suddenly widened when he heard the word "Zhaoti". Lu Tong looked at Xiao Heng who was covered by the lotus, and the corners of his mouth just raised a light smile, but felt a chill on her neck, and her head was dead. It was cut off by a sword.

The hundreds of lotus flowers on the ground turned into dust-like flowers and leaves, messing up the ground.

Xiao Heng tapped his toes and landed on the ground with the sword in his hands. Looking at Lu Tong's body that was divided into two, those jade and dust-free eyes were no longer emotional.

"'Zhaoti'... You'd better say it quickly, I'm afraid that the senior brother will be waiting outside in a hurry."