Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Not only Chongzhou Demon Cultivator and Qin Yushang were concerned about Su Jie's identity, but also Aiti Galao who was slapped into the mountain by Su Jie.

He had multiple fractures, a damaged heart, shattered lungs, broken intestines, and even one of his eyeballs was knocked out of his socket. His entire body looked bloody and there was not a single intact part of his body.

“This guy, this guy.”

With a thud, Aiti Galao fell from the mountain and hit the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Su Jie. His only remaining left eye was full of fear. He knew at this moment that he was being fooled by Su Jie.

Which casual cultivator has such powerful combat capability that he can defeat a cultivator of the seventh level of Daotai Realm with just one palm strike? This level of combat capability is definitely only available at the Purple Mansion Realm level.

Getting up from the ground, Aiti Galao staggered into the sky without hesitation, whistling.

A long roar was heard from the distant sky, and a three-meter-tall dragon elephant walked in the air. It swung its long trunk, wrapped around Aiti Galao, picked Aiti Galao up on its back, then turned around and fled.

After seeing Su Jie's true strength, Aiti Galao no longer dared to confront Su Jie and now only wanted to escape.

As long as he escapes back to the Western Regions, even if Su Jie is a strong man in the Purple Mansion Realm, he will be unable to do anything to him.

"Junior, did I tell you to leave?"

Su Jie raised his head and looked at Aiti Galao's running back, with a sneer on his face.

Su Jie held the Netherworld Soul-Capture Pearl in his left hand and shone it towards Aiti Gala, while he fanned the Qingluan Red Dragon Fan with his right hand.

Innate spiritual objects are much easier to control than spiritual treasures. They are naturally created, not artificially made magical instruments or treasures. There are no human marks left inside, so Su Jie can use them directly after getting them.

In Su Jie's hands, the power exerted by these two innate spiritual objects far exceeds that of their previous users.

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Aiti Galao held his head with his hands and screamed in agony. His soul was pulled by the Netherworld Soul-Capture Orb like a rubber band that kept stretching. The extreme pain at the soul level made him howl in pain, and he rolled back and forth on the dragon elephant's back.

If it weren't for the Bodhi beads that helped him resist some of the power of the Netherworld Soul-Capture Beads, his soul would have been pulled out of his body.

The next moment, hot golden flames covered the sky, and the red-gold flames turned into blue phoenixes and red dragons, devouring everything in front of them.

Aiti Galao's eyes were filled with fear and he quickly hid behind the dragon elephant. He then unfolded the demon-subduing golden bowl, enlarged it to a size of ten feet, and shrank himself into the golden bowl.

Sizzle! Ang!

Along with the earth-shaking wail of the dragon elephant, the red-gold flames fanned by the Blue Luan and Red Dragon fans covered the area. The dragon elephant, a spiritual beast with combat power comparable to the first level of the Daotai realm, had its strong body roasted golden in front of the billowing flames, becoming crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, emitting the aroma of meat.

By the time the red-gold flames had passed, the dragon elephant had fallen to the ground and turned into a fragrant roasted elephant.

However, Aiti Gala, who was hiding at the back, managed to save his life by relying on the firepower attracted by the dragon and elephant, as well as the seven-treasure cassock and bodhi rosary.

His body was burnt black, as if he had just come out of a coal mine, with white bones visible in many places.

"I don't know what roasted dragon elephant tastes like."

Su Jie looked at the dragon elephant falling from the sky, then looked at the golden bowl in the sky again, and casually fanned the Qingluan Chijiao fan in his hand.

The Qingluan Red Dragon Fan that Su Jie activated was more terrifying than Qin Yushang's. Not only was it more powerful, but Su Jie also fanned it more frequently, with waves of flames coming one after another.

Under such flames, his body was like a human elixir in an alchemy furnace. Even the seven-treasure cassock and bodhi beads could not block it.

All the demon cultivators in Chongzhou saw this scene. Aiti Galao, who had been difficult for them to defeat just now, was completely reduced to a plaything in front of Su Jie. It was easy for him to be twisted and crushed.

"This guy is so proficient in these treasures."

Qin Yushang's phoenix eyes flashed, and the Blue Luan and Red Dragon Fan came from her hand. She was very clear about the power of this innate spiritual object.

But in Su Jie's hands, she found that her use of this innate spiritual object was far inferior to Su Jie's.

If she could control the Qingluan Chijiao Fan like Su Jie, she probably wouldn't have been injured so seriously.

"Spare my life"

Aiti Galao's lips trembled, and he wanted to beg for mercy from Su Jie. He no longer had the arrogance he had before.

"Young man, after you are burned to ashes, will a relic also appear? I am very curious."

Su Jie had a smile on his face, but he kept fanning himself with his hands.

The Qingluan Chijiao fan is so easy to use. Just waving it can create a large-scale sea of ​​fire attack. It consumes little spiritual energy and the flame temperature is amazing, which makes Su Jie love it.

Aiti Galao screamed, but he could no longer reply.

Because his entire body was roasted in just a dozen seconds, his flesh, bones and internal organs were all carbonized, and he died in a horrible way.

However, his body did not produce any relic. Instead, a relic flew out from his corpse, and it was the one that belonged to the monk Jinghui.

The choice of this relic is the same as that of Aiti Gala. The monk Jinghui witnessed Sujie's cruelty while in Aiti Gala's body.

Therefore, after Aiti Galao's death, he dared not confront Su Jie and fled for his life.

"Hehe, you are the Divine Monk Jinghui, right? It is said that the Buddhist teachings in the Western Regions are profound. Today, I would like to ask you for some advice on behalf of the demon cultivator."

Su Jie flicked his finger, and the Netherworld Soul-Capture Orb arrived first, caught up with the relic and hit it heavily.

The Netherworld Soul-Capture Orb is an innate spiritual object that specializes in attacking the soul. The yang spirit of the divine monk Jinghui in the relic resides in it, and the yang spirit is essentially the soul.

So when the Netherworld Soul-Capture Orb hit the relic, it directly shattered into pieces.

Faintly, a scream of pain could be heard.

Then, an old man with an aged look, wearing a golden cassock and with narrow eyes appeared in the void. If you look closely, you will find that the old man's body is illusory. This is the yang soul of the monk Jinghui, and also his true appearance when he was alive.

"Amitabha, benefactor, there is no grudge between us. As long as you are willing to let go of this incident and let me return to the Western Regions, we in the Tantric Buddhism will definitely treat you generously and will definitely satisfy you.

Moreover, there is no need for the donor to help these evil cultivators. They are causing harm to the world and are despised and hostile to the world. They deserve to be put to death.

We in Tantric Buddhism are dedicated to eliminating demons and defending the Way. We hate demons and evil as much as we hate evil. We do this for the sake of all the people in this world. Please understand right from wrong and choose to stand on the side of justice. "

Monk Jinghui clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and tried to coerce and bribe Su Jie.

"On the contrary, if the donor continues to press me, I will have no choice but to fight with my life."

The next moment, the monk Jinghui grabbed the Bodhi rosary again with a fierce look in his eyes.

Even rabbits bite when they are cornered. If Su Jie is unwilling to let him go, he will naturally not wait to be killed obediently. Instead, he will go all out and try his best to scare Su Jie away.

After all, Yang Shen is Zi Fu's strongest attack, and its near-death burst is still very deterrent.

The Chongzhou Demon and Qin Yuchang at the scene were both watching nervously. The name of Tantric Buddhism was still very scary.

Although Sujie killed Aiti Gala, killing the yang spirit body of the monk Jinghui would definitely offend Tantric Buddhism completely.

Su Jie walked towards the monk Jinghui step by step, with a playful smile on his face: "What a demon slayer, what a defender of the way, who do you think I am talking to you with? Now, what do you think I look like?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thousand-armed centipede emerged from Su Jie's sleeves, roaring and revealing its true form.

It seemed like a huge body made of steel, with a solid purple-black insect shell, strange and pale corpse hands, and a ferocious bloody mouth.

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Once it appeared, the murderous aura shook the earth and made countless creatures and animals within hundreds of miles tremble in silence and even defecate and urinate in fear.

Under Su Jie's feet, a ninth-grade holy lotus emerged, and the lotus leaves were crystal clear. Shadows of auspicious beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns were shining and moving all around, and their spiritual light illuminated the world.

The only difference was that the holy lotus, which was supposed to be golden, had blood-red veins on its leaves, exuding a weird aura.

Behind Su Jie, there was an endless sea of ​​blood.

The surging sea of ​​blood raised numerous bloody waves, the blood sea spread for who knows how many miles, replacing the thousands of miles of clouds in the sky. It was like the sky weeping blood, the earth gushing out a river of blood, and the blood sea rolled in. It could be said that the sun was covered with blood, completely blocking the sunlight above, and everything in the world was reflected in the gloomy Shura world.

"Now, do you think I look like a demon?"

The muscles on Su Jie's face moved, the corners of his eyes slanted like a blade, his thin lips formed a sarcastic arc, and he returned to his true appearance, looking at the pale-faced monk Jinghui.

"You you you"

The monk Jinghui was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he began to stutter.

Under the setting sun over the sea of ​​blood, Su Jie stood with his hands behind his back on the ninth-grade holy lotus, with a thousand-armed centipedes coiled at his sides. The sea of ​​blood above his head was like a sky curtain, casting thousands of blood-colored shadows. He was truly a demon with tremendous power and ferocious might that shook the world.

Judging from Su Jie's current appearance, if you say he is not a devil, then who else in this world deserves the word devil?

It wasn't just the monk Jinghui who was shocked.

When the demon leader of Chongzhou saw the Thousand-Armed Centipede and the surging sea of ​​blood, a figure suddenly popped up in his mind.

“What, Blood Demon Ancestor Su Jie, he is Zifu.”

"The strongest demon in Qingzhou, Guiling Palace Sect Master Su Jie, turned out to be him."

"When did he advance to the Purple Palace? I remember he was very young."

All the powerful Chongzhou magicians at the scene recognized Su Jie's identity at this time.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede and the Sea of ​​Blood are Su Jie's signature weapons. Only Su Jie has the top-grade eight-refined Thousand-Armed Centipede. Su Jie has also practiced the Sea of ​​Blood Devouring Demonic Art to a level that has never been achieved before and will never be surpassed.

This can be seen from the fact that Su Jie is respected as the Blood Demon Ancestor, which shows how high Su Jie's attainments in the Blood Sea Devouring Demon Art are.

Anyway, after seeing Su Jie's Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art, the Blood Demon Cave Sect Master, Jiang Jin, who was at the fifth level of the Daotai Realm, had his eyes bulged out, his mouth opened wide, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the past, he had heard many times that Su Jie's Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Skill was the best in the world, but after all, he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he still felt a little unconvinced.

They felt that Su Jie might simply have a more impressive record in battle, having defeated and killed those Daotai realm powerhouses from the righteous path many times, so that the righteous path spread rumors and believed that Su Jie's attainments in Blood Sea Devouring Demon Art were profound, but in fact, they might not be as high as those of the Blood Demon Cave Sect Master.

But now that he saw Su Jie perform the Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art with his own eyes, he realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

Compared with the sea of ​​blood created by Su Jie, his sea of ​​blood could only be regarded as a small puddle. Comparing the two together was an insult to Su Jie's Sea of ​​Blood Devouring Demonic Art.

"How did he cultivate this level of blood sea? Could it be the tenth level of Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art?"

There was a bitter look on Jiang Jin's face. His sixth level of Blood Sea Devouring Demon Art was already the strongest realm in the Blood Demon Cave. It took him more than two hundred years of practice to reach this level.

He couldn't understand that at Su Jie's age, even if he had been practicing since his mother's womb, even if he sacrificed all the people in Qingzhou and gathered all the blood of Qingzhou people, he wouldn't be able to achieve such an effect.

"Blood Demon Ancestor, Su Jie."

Qin Yuchang's expression under her veil changed completely.

She had naturally heard of Su Jie's great reputation. He destroyed Guanchao Pavilion a few years ago, which shocked the Dali Dynasty at that time. He was the most powerful demon entrenched in Qingzhou.

She was worried about Su Jie's safety just now, but when Su Jie's true identity was revealed, it turned out that he was not only the strongest magic cultivator from Qingzhou, but also a peerless demon in the Purple Mansion Realm. This made her frown slightly, because the Sky Patrol Department still had a wanted order for Su Jie.

On the one hand, Su Jie's actions just now, to some extent, saved her from Aiti Galao. On the other hand, the two camps were in a hostile relationship.

As a result, her feelings towards Su Jie became very complicated.

The demons in Chongzhou were shocked by Su Jie's true identity. He was a demon cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm. The last demon cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm that appeared in Chongzhou was more than three hundred years old.

In the past three hundred years, Chongzhou has not produced another demon cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm.

But now, in Chongzhou, the province where the magic was most prosperous in the Dali Dynasty, where the Purple Mansion magic cultivation had been absent for hundreds of years, Su Jie, the Purple Mansion demon, actually emerged in Qingzhou, the area where the righteous path was prosperous.

This shocked the powerful demons in Chongzhou beyond words. No one would question Su Jie's strength. The fact that Su Jie could destroy Guanchao Pavilion was the best evidence, not to mention that they could now witness Su Jie's invincible demonic power with their own eyes.

"Come on, old monk, please me with all you have learned in your life."

Su Jie's eyes were bloodthirsty and he made a terrifying and domineering demonic sound.

boom!

The Thousand-Armed Centipede roared and rushed forward, and countless purple rays of light were like a rainstorm, forcing the Divine Monk Jinghui to jump up and down and dodge in a panic, but he was unable to dodge them all. Many parts of his body were pierced, and his Yang God appeared hollow like a honeycomb.

The sea of ​​blood began to roll and cover the area, with waves of blood surging up, causing green smoke to emerge from all parts of the yang spirit of the divine monk Jinghui, which was quickly corroded by the sea of ​​blood, making him look extremely miserable.

This divine monk, who was once in the Purple Mansion realm, could only struggle in the sea of ​​blood and was crushed by Su Jie, the Purple Mansion demon.