Storm of Kings

Surprisingly, the ancestor of Qing did not seem to have the slightest breath of a demon monk. Instead, he was handsome, immortal, and elegant, and it was difficult to connect him with the evil spirits.

Jiang Yunhe retracted his crane mouth sword to be fully alert, Tang Qiqi raised his hand to release a jelly-like colorful jelly beast, then released 33 descending magic pestle arrays, and at the same time summoned the ancestor spirits to be more vigilant.

"Zhou Lie! Now that the old man has left the retreat, what are you still doing?"

The ancestor of Qing Yuan just took a step and came to the front. He frowned and looked at the mess, raised his hand and patted the queen of the devil, and in an instant, a mass of flesh and blood was shaken.

The queen is like undergoing bone-scraping healing, the flesh and blood just about to reintegrate with her, immediately urged into a poisonous fire by the ancestor of the Qing Yuan, slowly drifting away.

Just with this effort, it shows that the old demon's cultivation has reached a rare level.

"Why? Are you despising the old man? Or are you really hurt to the point where you can't even move?" Qing Yuan's two eyes are like electricity, as if he can see through the bronze organ dragon at random.

At this time, Zhou Lie spoke.

"Qing Yuan, do you want me to come out, just use this substitute? I don't know how many years you have taken the body of this Confucian? I guess it must be very hard for you to suppress his ancestor spirit. After all, this Confucian cultivated For extraordinary."

As soon as the voice fell, a lavender magic lake was born between heaven and earth.

The devilish energy gathered together, and the Confucian scholars were swept in in a blink of an eye with the sound of the wave of "Hua Hu La".

No matter how great Ren Qingyuan was, he couldn't escape even frozen in place.

Zhou Lie didn't even bother to show his face, and wanted to suppress him with just his voice. He was so mad!

Qing Yuan's anger was ignited all of a sudden, and he roared: "Zhou Lie, you are just a little chick, how dare you show off in front of the old man? The old man planned to occupy the great devil world, there is a way to heaven, you don’t go, **** No way to vote, since you have come to my site, it is absolutely impossible to leave this place today."

"Really?" Zhou Lie uttered two words, and the Confucian immediately cried out with a headache: "Old devil, are you still doing harm to the world?"

"What?" Qing Yuan never expected that his body was really strange. After years of sealing, the ancestral spirits suppressed in layers of illusion recovered.

"Li Daoyuan!" Zhou Lie called: "Are you the ancestral spirit Li Daoyuan, right? In the Northern Wei Dynasty, the pedantic world and the stern law enforcement wizard Li Daoyuan!"

"who are you?"

"The one who saved you, if you want to escape this calamity, you must first use poison to fight against the evil spirits of your heart, and then arouse the righteousness between the world and the earth, calm the grievances in your chest, and you will have a try?"

"Okay, Li Daoyuan is willing to give it a try."

The Confucian spread his arms to embrace the Demon Lake, and suddenly a group of purple lights rushed towards him, the Qing Yuan Demon Lord roared, but could not stop it.

"Puff..." Li Daoyuan spit out his painstaking effort, his face suddenly turned pale.

It's hard work, connected to the heart vein, connected to the orifice points, and laid the foundation. The three treasures of the human body are the essence of energy. This group of hard work can be said to be complete.

What is hard work? Refers to this hard work.

Some people in history are obsessed with the arts. When they reach their goal, they will spit out their hard work when they relax.

Why is it going to die soon? That was exhausting, even if the ancestral cultivator had a strong background, after vomiting this pain, there was absolutely no good result.

Qing Yuan was so angry that he said angrily, "Li Daoyuan! That Zhou Lie had eyes and no beads, have you forgotten? I am your deity. Because of our personality conflicts, I suppressed you! Qing Yuan, Qing Yuan, this You should give me a name."

Li Daoyuan screamed inhumanly: "No, I, Li Daoyuan, walked righteously and walked well. There will never be a deity like you. My deity was obliterated by you..."

"Kacha, kacha, kacha..." Kuang thunders blasted from all directions, and in a blink of an eye a vast thunder formed, constantly spinning around Li Daoyuan.

Tang Qiqi asked curiously, "Master, what is going on with this guy? Is it really the master of this body? Not a substitute puppet?"

Zhou Lie smiled and said, "When the fake is true, it is true, and when it is true, the false is also true! True or false, false and true, even Li Daoyuan would not accept this Qingyuan, what did he do as a demon and go home? Go and sell sweet potatoes."

Tang Qiqi laughed forward and backward when she heard this, but she quickly remembered the distress, and said, "My husband, hurry up! There are still half of the Baliba treasures on display in the family treasure house waiting for you to unblock it!"

"Yes, I think you won't reach the second grade in your life!" Zhou Lie was saying, the sea shook, and dark clouds appeared in the sky.

I don't know where to stretch out a **** paw as large as a few acres of land, grabbing Li Daoyuan suddenly, and suppressing it to the depths of the seabed under the tail of the Inner Demon Tribulation.

"Zhou Lie! The old man admits that he underestimated you. Before he reached out, he affected the old man’s body, but that’s nothing. The old man is the supreme demon of the heavens. He is destined to crush you into ashes. The twelve demons evolved from the second floor."

The sea shook with the voice, and no one knew when twelve figures appeared in the sky. They seemed to have stood there before, or they would stand there forever.

These demon gods are more than a hundred meters tall, some have blue-faced fangs, some have a handsome face, but their bodies are muscle knots, full of disgusting poisonous lumps, and they stink 800 miles against the wind.

These twelve demon gods represent the twelve demon ways, which are mang, labor, chaos, emptiness, sway, disgust, change, anger, mourning, abuse, as well as black death and curse killing. The twelve demon ways finally come together and seem to have The unique meaning is not as simple as it seems.

At this time, Zhou Lie appeared, and he waved his hand to send the bronze organ dragon to the beach, facing the twelve-story devil alone.

"Hahaha, die! How can one mountain tolerate two tigers? An old man is enough for the devil's absolute top." The twelve demon gods waved their blood claws, and the moment they were about to touch Zhou Lie, the world suddenly fell silent.

very quiet! Very quiet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not static, but simply no sound.

At this moment, not only was there no sound in the Elk World, but even nearby Xingyu was in a silent state!

"ban!"

With a break, all the sounds came back, but the state just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Where's your magic power? What about your magic way? Why do you follow this path of controlling magic sounds?" Qing Yuan's voice rang in the sky.

Zhou Lie looked at the twelve demon gods standing on the spot like a wood-carved clay sculpture, and said: "I have cut all the demon powers that I have made with my hard work, and cut the devil way I want to go! This is nothing. On the road of pursuing power, there are different paths to the same goal. I don't think I have embarked on a winding mountain road, but I think this is a brilliant road!"

"Hahaha, it turns out that you have been injured to such a degree. What a pity! You are no longer qualified to be enemies with the old man!" Qing Yuan said that he wanted to activate the twelve demon gods, but was stunned to find that there was no response. What is going on? wrong……