Hearing the young man in front of him, King Yaoguang was silent for a moment and said, "It's a woman in red, with a red veil covering her head. However, I can't feel the slightest vitality from her. It seems that she has been dead for a long time, and she is more like a corpse god."

Ning Chen's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. How could the ghost girl be?

The phoenix sounded in waves, and in the rising phoenix shadow, an ice coffin cast by ice and snow appeared and flew between the two.

"Senior Yaoguang, is the woman you see similar to her?" Ning Chen asked anxiously.

"Do you know me?"

The Yaoguang King showed a strange look on his face. After seeing the figure in the coffin, his eyes shrank and he said in a deep voice, "It's exactly the same."

Hearing the answer, Ning Chen's body trembled unconsciously, and his heart suddenly collapsed like thunderstorms. Is he the Rakshasa girl from the previous generation of the underworld? However, the ghost girl once told him that the ghost source cannot coexist, so the two generations of Rakshasa girl will never appear in the world at the same time.

After all, why?

Not far away, Jiang Li looked at the woman who was sleeping quietly in the coffin, and a strange look flashed across his face. Is this woman this person? He doesn't even care about his own life.

It is undeniable that this woman is indeed not as beautiful as a woman in the world. Unfortunately, her beauty is so poor.

"Why do you know me?" A wave of drowsy and exhaustion came. King Yaoguang reluctantly suppressed his last consciousness and asked again.

"When senior and the Supremes of the Sect attacked the Demonic Wheel Sea, I witnessed it with my own eyes ten miles away." Ning Chen raised his head and spoke.

"The young man is terrifying"

With a last sigh, King Yaoguang finally could no longer suppress the fatigue like tide and fainted.

Ning Chen was silent, waved his right hand, and the ice coffin and the Yaoguang King disappeared together, sank into the phoenix shadow.

The woman that Senior Yaoguang met is not an immortal, but what about the immortal? Does it exist?

What kind of existence does the dead Rakshasa girl exist? Has she been trained to become a corpse god by others?

The hope that he finally saw was shattered again. Ning Chen suppressed the disappointment in his heart and walked out of the blood pool.

After walking two steps, Ning Chen turned around and frowned.

Not far away, at the end of the blood pool, Jiang Li stood and looked ahead, with the shock in his expression that was hard to hide.

Ning Chen turned around and walked forward, looking at the end of the blood pool, his eyes narrowed.

In the dim fog, a starry sky is so beautiful, vast and vast, making people feel as if they are standing in the star field and looking at the universe.

"The sky outside the sky" Ning Chen said slowly.

"The brightest star in the west is Lingxu," Jiang Li said with a complicated expression.

"The law of space can be seen but not entered. With your cultivation level, if you can't stand for three breaths, you will be torn into pieces," Ning Chen said calmly.

He didn't know where the blood in this pool of blood was flowing, but the ability to be sent out does not mean that people can do it too.

Tianwaitian and the Immortal Palace must have some connection that he didn't know. Perhaps, a long time ago, the Immortal Palace was built by those who cultivated into true immortals in Tianwaitian.

"Have you ever thought about how to get out?" Jiang Li turned his head and asked.

"No," Ning Chen replied.

Jiang Li no longer asked more. It turned out that rational people are even more terrible if they lose their minds. They ignore the consequences and are no different from madmen.

Now, he may not consider anything except saving the woman.

Resurrection is difficult.

At least, in her perception, this is absolutely impossible.

"No need to look at it anymore, let's go"

Ning Chen reminded him and then walked out of the blood pool.

Jiang Li glanced at the distant starry sky, sighed gently, and turned around and followed. In this life, I don’t know if there is still a chance to return to Lingxu.

Just as the two were trapped in the Immortal Palace, in the southwest of Zhongzhou, in the sea of ​​Demon Wheel, the demonic energy rose up, breaking through the shackles and running straight into the sky.

At this moment, the entire Zhongzhou saw the demonic pillar rising into the sky, and his face was horrified.

"He is not dead!"

Above the Zhao family, the supreme emperors of the world suddenly turned around, with a shocked expression.

Seeing this, the Demon Butterfly immediately rushed towards the southwest without saying a word. However, when he moved his body, the three masters blocked the way out to block the retreat.

"Get out of here"

The butterfly in the flower looked coldly at the bloody eyes, and the black light of the burial flowers in his hands rose, and the terrible murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

"So what if you don't let it go"

In the black mist, Tu Lizun said coldly.

"Then die."

As the words fell, the burial flowers shone brightly and the black and red colored, the magic butterfly moved, and the sword light opened the road to the underworld again.

With a loud bang, Tu Li took the knife and retreated several steps, unable to bear the power of extreme martial arts, and the blood and energy in his body churned violently.

Blood slid down the corner of his mouth, and he was injured with one move. The magic butterfly's way forward could not be stopped.

Seeing this, the Lord of Taibai Mansion stopped watching. With a wave of dust, the Dao Sword appeared and Leng Feng forced his life.

The demon butterfly feels, burys the flower and turns around, and shakes the Dao Sword.

The swords and swords that were fighting were everywhere, and the waves of waves surging in the sky and earth, and the night sky swayed for a hundred miles.

On the other side, Ji Qiuyu also moved, and his slender hands were like gold and stone, passing by.

The three masters join forces to kill the butterflies in the demons and eliminate future troubles forever.

The killing move came, the magic butterfly danced long sleeves, and the burial flower appeared in the knife again. The white blade split out and blocked the woman's five fingers.

"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"

In the aftermath, the two swords danced brightly, the sleeves rolled, and the deaths were everywhere, breaking through the air.

The three of them retreated together, and a blood mark appeared on Ji Qiuyu's face, and the new red color was dyed.

"Not bad"

Seeing that the opponent was amazing, the Lord of Taibai Palace Yang Chen gathered Yuan, and the green bright light rose between heaven and earth. The Dao Sword in his hand surged into the sky, showing his peak cultivation for the first time.

Tu Lizun and Ji Qiuyu also activated his true energy, raising his body to the limit. Suddenly, the night sky was as bright as daytime, and the three colors of light were competing for the front and dazzling.

The demon butterfly's eyes were cold, and he drank heavily. His bloody hair was dancing wildly, and the butterfly wings behind him appeared again.

Why do I hate so much? Maybe it is because of the ungratefulness of the people in the world, maybe it is the so-called supreme human beings to take the blame, and even more regretful for my incompetence at the time.

The blood-red magic butterfly on her eyes was covered with murderous aura, covering the sky and the sun, and the spreading butterfly wings were black and beautiful, extremely sad and beautiful.

The hatred was so great that the body was filled with smoke, the demon butterflies moved, butterflies were flying all over the sky, and the two swords were thirty thousand feet tall.

The three masters came forward, and they were killed with all their hatreds. The sound of swords and swords clashed through the darkness and trembled the world.

The Taoist sword passed by, and the head of the demon butterfly that fought against three appeared with one and three. However, the Burial Flower Sword was still strong and he returned the move.

The thud was shaking, and the arm of the Taibai Mansion was also dyed blood red, the only one in the knife was so dusty that it was hard to stop.

The four priests appeared together, the most tragic killing game in thousands of years, and it was not even inferior to the battle of Chi Lian, which sealed the world of disaster four thousand years ago. The four shadows intersected between heaven and earth, blood flowers splattered and bloomed in desolate beauty.

In the distance, at the foot of Yanyun Mountain, the Ancient Golden Buddha Temple, Bodhi Zun stood quietly, looking at the demonic pillar that soared into the sky in the distance, sighed deeply, leaving the Golden Buddha Temple for the first time in three years and heading south.

The karma of killing has not been exhausted, and the devil will arise again. This world cannot afford such a disaster.

The kindness of saving the world cannot be forgotten, but the troubles of the world cannot be tolerated. If you are ungrateful and need someone to be buried with you, that is Bodhi.

The Buddha, who has a firm belief in protecting the world, is steady every step, seems slow, but his journey is as fast as possible. It is a short distance from the world, and a hundred miles apart.

In front of the sea of ​​demon wheel, Bodhi appears and steps into it. A body of Buddha's power spreads out all the corpse gods who have emerged.

The burial dragon appears with a strange force, the black light evaporates, and the vitality of those who are good at swallowing. The Bodhi twists the fingers, the Buddha's light is prosperous, and the erosion of the extraordinary force.

The black light and the Buddha light collided violently, and the Buddha moved forward at a rapid speed and rushed towards the location where the demonic pillar appeared.

In the Underground Stone Palace, the demon body killing body has refined the half-body demonic energy of Xuanluo. It has reached a critical moment. In two years, the killing body cultivation has increased sharply, and the long black hair turns white. The magical nature is shocking.

The demonic energy sealed in the Yellow Spring is endless, as if it will never be taken away. The demons from the unknown star field outside the sky are shocking.

On the side, the red light of the Chi Lian evil sword became more dazzling, and the evil spirit lingered, returning to its peak state.

"Amitabha"

At this moment, the rain of Brahma fell all over the sky, dispelling the demonic energy dispersed in the stone palace. Bodhi appeared and walked slowly.

The white robe dances, the peaceful Buddha face, and the years leave no traces. The strongest Buddha in the world appears in the Demon-Suppressing Stone Palace.

Chi Lian vibrated and trembled to warn him, and the demon body was killed and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Marquis Zhiming, you shouldn't fall to this point"

Seeing the completely demonized figure ahead, Bodhi sighed softly and said.

"What is the difference between human sins, and devils and Buddhas?"

The demon body stood up, held it with his hand, and started with a red practice. The surging demonic energy rose up, with a terrifying power.

A look of emotion flashed in Bodhi Zun's eyes, and he no longer said anything. When the rosary turned, the Buddha's realm opened, and the devil's body was sealed off.
To be continued...