This person is too murderous

Seven stars surround the body, the starlight is beautiful and contains endless murderous intent.

The seven-star formation slowly merges into the body-protecting dragon elephant, integrating with the Tao Demon Tai Chi diagram, making the body-protecting dragon elephant even better.

Within the Dragon Elephant Golden Pill, the ruthless Taoist Dharma is also surrounded by the Beidou Formation.

The true energy circulates, and the four images are looming, but they are scattered and unable to condense.

Jiang Daoming slowly opened his eyes, and the power of the Dao Demon in his palms merged, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "One hundred and sixty days only allowed me to comprehend the Seven-Star Body Refining Technique and the Nine-turn Hunyuan Gong."

The remaining three techniques only scratched the surface, not even the beginning.

"Tomorrow is the seventh day. Once the Xuanzhou Martial Arts Forest is cleared up, I should be able to perfect the Dragon Elephant Dao Chapter."

Jiang Daoming thought in his heart, the ruthless way is the main one, and the rest are just means.

Looking at the dim sky, it was already late at night, Jiang Daoming lay down to rest.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Mo Qinghai arrived: "I've met Palace Master Jiang."

"What's the reason for the deputy sect leader's visit today?" Jiang Daoming asked indifferently.

"The seven days agreed by the Lord of the Palace have arrived. At midnight tonight, there will be a battle in the void outside Baihui City." Mo Qinghai said.

"It seems that you are ready to die." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "This palace master has agreed."

Mo Qinghai smiled slightly and said, "Palace Master, do you really think you can win?"

"If we can't win, why do I, the master of this palace, stay?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"This alliance leader cannot find the reason why the palace master wins." Mo Qinghai slowly shook his head and said: "We have a few ninth-level warriors and nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors. How can the palace master win?"

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Daoming said coldly: "It's a bunch of nonsense. If nothing happens, you can leave."

"Why should the Palace Master reject people thousands of miles away?" Mo Qinghai said with a faint smile: "The Palace Master's strength is unpredictable, and he doesn't want to lose it, right?"

Jiang Daoming's eyes turned cold and he sneered: "So, you want to learn what this palace master has learned? Are you too naive!"

"No, this alliance leader just can't bear it. Moreover, the palace master comes from Jiangling, and the brothers in Jiangling are not strong." Mo Qinghai stopped here.

"Huh? Do you want to use them to threaten the master of the palace?" Jiang Daoming's eyes flickered, murderous intent rising.

"Don't be angry, Palace Master. This alliance leader is not such a despicable person. I just remind the Palace Master that if the Palace Master makes a mistake, there is no guarantee that some people will be wiped out."

Mo Qinghai said in a deep voice: "As long as the palace master gives what he has learned to this alliance leader, I can protect them and record the glory of the palace master's life."

"I'll give you one breath to get out." Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold: "The reason why you are alive is because this palace master abides by the agreement, but if you don't hesitate to live, I will fulfill your wish."

"Since the Lord of the Palace does not recognize good people's hearts, I will not say much and say goodbye." Mo Qinghai sighed softly, turned around and left.

He really didn't dare to say harsh words to Jiang Daoming, because Jiang Daoming would really kill him.

Looking at Mo Qinghai leaving, Jiang Daoming closed his eyes and concentrated, adjusting his state, waiting for the night to come.

Time passed without any further accidents, and late night came quickly.

The people of Baihui City had already fallen asleep. Golden lights lit up in the city and rushed out of Baihui City.

Zhang Wanlin Yukong came outside the room and said in a deep voice: "Master Jiang, it's time to hit the road."

"ha."

With a chuckle, Jiang Daoming stepped out of the inn, holding the wine gourd in his left hand, and walked through the air: "It depends on you, whether you have the ability to send this palace master on his way."

"The palace master is really an upright man, but he is too stubborn and arrogant." Zhang Wanlin sighed.

"Why, you want to take action too?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "The master of this palace advises you to save your life and protect the twelve kings."

"I'm just here to inform the Palace Master." Zhang Wanlin cupped his hands and said: "If the Palace Master gives up cleaning up the martial arts world and hands over the Evil Emperor's order, maybe we can become friends."

"You? Are you worthy?"

With a cold scoff, Jiang Daoming rose into the sky, turned into a golden light, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Wanlin's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "You, Jiang Daoming, are noble, but no matter how noble you are, it doesn't matter if you can survive tonight."

High in the sky, warriors gathered together. Nearly a hundred warriors stood in the void, their true energy intertwined, lighting up the dark night.

The sword energy, the sharp light of the sword, filled the night sky with murderous intent.

Jiang Daoming hung the wine gourd on his waist, put his hands behind his back, and wore hunting robes, showing the style of a master.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's light was bright, and a Buddha whose body was covered in golden light, like a golden Buddha, fell from the sky: "Master Jiang, it's time to settle the grievances between Buddhism and Buddhism."

Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra!

"The disciples of Tianxin Tea House died tragically under the hands of the Palace Master. The Palace Master should also give an explanation."

A middle-aged man with a goatee, his whole body is filled with a mysterious aura.

boom

The void shook, and evil energy filled the sky. A hunchbacked old man came through the air, and endless evil energy stirred up.

The Evil Emperor's Order in Jiang Daoming's arms was shaking violently, echoing the hunchbacked old man.

"There is another one, a person with the blood of immortals and gods, who hasn't shown up yet?"

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and looked up into the sky.

"Palace Master Jiang, are you so impatient to see me?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and the evil spirit surged into the sky. A coquettish middle-aged beautiful woman flew down from the air, with a huge spider statue behind her.

"Huh?" Jiang Daoming's eyes narrowed: "What are you doing?"

"In ancient times, the Thirteenth Lady of the Demon Immortal Spring." The charming woman held the silk-like vitality in her palm and looked at Jiang Daoming coldly: "You should repay the repayment for killing so many strong men of my Demon Immortal lineage today!"

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "How many people are there? Call them out at once."

"Please, Lord, I will fall into hell forever!"

The warrior of the Demon Cloud Sect shouted coldly, and four flags flew out, covering the four directions.

The endless darkness included Jiang Daoming, and the warrior of the Demon Cloud Sect opened the Hell Road again.

"The Hell Road has been broken by this Lord twice. You really haven't made any progress."

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent and did not move: "This Lord will give you a chance. Try your best."

"Rampant!"

With a cold shout, the Dharma Protector Vajra of the Buddhist sect appeared out of thin air. The endless darkness actually blessed him, making him more imposing.

One by one, the warriors also came out of the darkness and all received the blessing of the Hell Road.

But there were too many people, all of them were strong, and the Hell Road could not bless too much.

"The body is in harmony with the Hell Road."

With a light shout, the aura of the surrounding warriors actually merged with the endless darkness, as if it was in harmony with the heaven and earth.

At this moment, nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors, their momentum surged, and the peak of the eighth level was infinitely close to the ninth level, with a half-step ninth-level strength.

The early eighth level was comparable to the middle stage, the middle stage was comparable to the late stage, and the late stage was comparable to the peak.

Every warrior has improved a small realm.

"The great formation to kill evil!"

Nearly a hundred eighth-level warriors changed their positions again, their auras connected, forming a mysterious formation.

A force of suppression came out, blocking thousands of dark spaces and trapping Jiang Daoming inside.

"The formation within the formation, quite interesting." Jiang Daoming said indifferently.