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Chapter 41 Out of Control (3)

"Of course it's you."

A cold wind circled overhead, and a low and hoarse voice fell from the sky. A cold and solemn waved into the long street with a cold and solemn wind. The faces of the people tightened.

Immediately afterwards, a black light flashed in front of me, and a black demon power came quickly from the night sky, instantly swept away all the Burning Heaven Cauldron and Buddha bone relics that had been restraining each other above my head.

Above Mo Chen's sky, a black shadow swept down like a ghost, landing on the eaves not far away, wrapped in a strange black air around him. Several feet away from him, the sensational demonic power was already surging, making people's scalp numb.

"Master, Master"

Wangquan, who had collapsed to the ground, looked pale in his face and looked dull in his eyes. He looked up at the man on the eaves in disbelief. His whole body was tense, his lips trembled twice, and his eyes were filled with horror.

In the dull moonlight, Fushan's face was faintly under the shadow of the moonlight. At this moment, all his ethereal and peaceful disguises disappeared, revealing his strange and ferocious nature. He held two objects in his hand, squinted his eyes and measured them finely, and his eyes emitted a greedy light.

"You're finally willing to show up."

Su Jinzhai's mouth curled slightly, but the temperature in his eyes was biting cold, as if it was an ice cave underground.

The Penglai Immortal covered her painful cheeks and gritted her teeth and roared: "Fushan, you are still ranked as the Golden Immortal. You are so despicable and dirty. I'll give it back to the Burning Heaven Cauldron!"

After saying that, he jumped, and the momentum of a lying dragon rising up turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the Fushan Mountain on the eaves!

Fu Shan's eyes turned slightly, and a fierce and fierce light gathered in his eyes, but the corner of his mouth smiled sinisterly, his figure dispersed, and he disappeared in front of Penglai in an instant.

The Penglai Immortal was stunned and his toes were slightly stumbled and almost fell off the eaves. He couldn't help but lower his curse, but suddenly he heard a sharp and terrifying sound of his dream in the long street, which was strange and invasive in the quiet night.

The Penglai Immortal quickly looked back and saw that Wangquan, who was injured by Su Jinzhai, was lifted up by Fushan's single palm. He grinned and showed his sharp teeth, bit his neck, and blood suddenly poured into Fushan's lips and teeth. Wangquan's body was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, there was only a pair of skin and bones left, like dead tree roots dug out of the valley.

Fu Shan sighed with satisfaction, threw Wangquan's body in his hand out like a rag pocket, and with a bang, it landed beside Gu Meng's feet. She was so scared that she covered her head, screamed constantly, and retreated continuously.

"How does the blood taste, Su Jinzhai?"

Fushan's mouth still had a thread of blood, as bright red as a touch of rouge left by a woman's warmth. He slowly stretched out his fingers to wipe off the red, turned to look at Su Jingzhai, whose demonic power was gradually increasing, and his smile was gloomy and weird.

The Buddha's bone relics were suddenly collected, and the golden light of the Buddha's turn faded away. The demonic power filled with Su Jinzhai's blood came again, and it was rushing inside his body like a red-maned horse. It instantly filled his limbs and bones, tearing his only remaining consciousness. He closed his eyes and turned his neck staggeringly. The color of blood was getting closer and closer, and finally filled his entire eye curtain. Su Jinzhai's mouth curled a cold smile: "It turns out that those missing people were taken away by you."

"What's the case? These despicable people are only worthy of making my mouth food." Fu Shan's voice drifted away and was sinister, but it gradually coincided with the words in the woman's memory of Su Jinzhai.

Su Jinzhai suddenly opened his eyes, and his red eyes were full of sinister and murderous intent. He endured it and asked the last sentence.

"Fushan, this is your real purpose, the Burning Heaven Cauldron and Buddha's Bone Relics?"

Fushan pulled his lips and smiled wildly and evilly. He glanced at the man dream, who was scared to death, and his eyes once again showed a desire for blood: "There is also the blood of the people in this city."

After saying that, he jumped toward Gu Meng. Su Jinzhai's eyes shrank, and he stood in front of him with a flash. He raised his arms and waved his arms. A black light suddenly flew out of his body, expanding in a blink of an eye, like a dragon swinging its tail and shaking its land, blocking it in front of him.

Fu Shan snorted coldly, his feet slipped, he twisted his waist and turned sideways, and he rose in the air, like a flying bird, jumping out ten feet away. The demonic power skipped past him and hit an old tree behind him. With a bang, the trunks were like thunder, and they instantly split into pieces.

The Penglai Immortal jumped down from the eaves and blocked Gu Meng's body. His swollen face was covered with a serious look of looking at death. He said coldly: "Fushan, you demonic Taoism, we kindly help you overcome the tribulation. I didn't expect that you are the greatest tribulation in Qingxu Temple. You have passed into a golden immortal!"

"So much nonsense!" Fu Shan became impatient, with anger and cruel face, raised his hand and suddenly shot out a thick demonic force, smashing it towards Penglai. Penglai's hands condensed a pure wind and pushed it out with force. With a bang, a violent force thunder trembled. Unfortunately, the gap between the strength between them was obviously too large. Fu Shan had not moved, but Penglai retreated several feet before he could barely stabilize his body.

Gu Meng climbed up from the ground, held the arm of the Penglai Immortal, and said anxiously: "Immortal, are you okay?"

The Penglai Immortal pursed her lips and shook her head. But Fushan raised her palm again and pointed it at him, sarcastically sarcastically: "Vulnerable."

Suddenly, a sword sounded like a lightning, and the silver light turned like a thousand silver snakes, carrying a surging momentum. Fushan finally changed his face and jumped up to avoid the sharp edge. The sword seemed to have eyes and chased him closely behind him. Su Jinzhai also came to Fushan in a strange momentum and kicked his head!

Fushan snorted coldly and greeted him with a palm. The huge waves waves waved along the sleeves of the robe, and with a loud bang, the two of them took a step back.

Su Jinzhai's body was parked in mid-air, and the demonic power on his body surged, which made his face distorted, making it difficult to deal with pain, and the remaining consciousness quickly dissipated. The Bone Sword was driven by the master's demonic power, and the body emitted a red bloody light. The speed was so fast that it could not be seen clearly with its eyes!

Fu Shan sneered and jumped into the air. His robe was spread out with a strong wind. A black black sword was peeled out from his body and turned into a rainbow and galloped away. The two swords fought each other and fire was everywhere.

The Penglai Immortal looked a little anxious and said worriedly: "Fushan is located in the Golden Immortal after all, I'm afraid Su Jinzhai is not his opponent."

When he heard this, he looked up at Su Jinzhai in the air. His eyes were complicated, and he was both afraid and worried.

The mysterious sword above Fushan was hovering over his head for several weeks. The black light broke through the air and murderous intent suddenly burst out tens of thousands of sword lights, rolling up the air waves, making the world change color and chaotic. The next moment, Bosheng Dazhuo, and the sword fell like rain, and the three of them smashed their heads towards Su Jinzhai and Gu Meng!

Su Jinzhai's eyes were red, and he shouted loudly, and a demon-red barrier burst out from his body. The Penglai Immortal's face changed drastically and did not dare to be negligent. He condensed all his spiritual power and turned into a giant blue umbrella to block his and Gu Meng. The three of them resisted their fortunes, but the barrier and the umbrella were both cracked at the speed visible to the naked eye.

With a bang, the giant umbrella broke. Penglai gritted his teeth and held back the backlash in his chest, barely avoiding the sharp mysterious sword as dense as rain. Therefore, Meng also summoned the green jade flute and tried her best to resist the rain of arrows.

Su Jinzhai's barrier was also shattering bit by bit. He was like a wild beast, roaring to the sky, his voice hoarse and furious!

Xiao Xiu paused her feet and quickly pulled Chang Xiu's sleeve, her face pale, and her voice was crying: "It's a mage, a mage."

Chang Xiu also changed his face, raised his hand and carried Xiao Xiu's waist, and jumped forward faster and faster.

The barrier finally shattered. Su Jinzhai took a step back and pointed his hand. The bone sword that fell on the ground turned into a cluster of red flying into the sky, shattering like a dark cloud sword shadow, and the sound of clanging sounds. The sword energy stirred the green tiles in the eaves in the distance. Then, the bone sword turned into a plate of green leaves in the sky, and a red light flowed out to cover Su Jinzhai.

He slowly raised his head, and a sinister and strange shot in his scarlet eyes. He smiled arrogantly and became vicious and paranoid. He curled his lips and pinched his fingers. In an instant, seven lotus flowers bloomed, and Fushan's spiritual power was immediately suppressed halfway!

Although the lotus with the stem is not as good as the Burning Heaven Cauldron, it can temporarily restrain Fushan. In an instant, the sword rain disappeared halfway. Su Jinzhai's body kept soaring, and a void snake lying behind him, raising his head and spitting out a bright red core.

"It turned out to be the Tengshe clan!"

Penglai opened his eyes wide in disbelief and even his breathing stopped. Gu Meng's face turned pale in an instant. She never expected that the husband she was going to marry was a descendant of the Tengshe clan.

"Finally revealed my nature."

Fu Shan curled his lips coldly and held the Xuan Jian tightly in his hand. The sword body shone coldly, and a greed shot out in his eyes: "If you suck your blood, maybe I can get rid of this kind of life."

A cluster of light lit up in Fushan's eyes, and he slowly raised his head and smiled grimly: "After all, I'm tired too."

After saying that, he bullied himself, and Su Jinzhai was also in a flash of lightning. The two of them burst out a dazzling sword light in the air. The light was getting bigger and bigger until it spread the entire dark void, covering several feet in a radius, stirring the two of them together.

The light instantly became as black as clouds, and bright red as blood in a flash. Then, there was nothing left. I could only hear the clanging inside, bursting, and alternating constantly.

After a long time, a loud blast in the air and the light broke. The two of them fell to the ground from the air at the same time, and two sword lights, one red and one black, pierced towards their chests!

"Husband!"

"Master!"

In the dark night, the frightened voice of the woman in two turns sounded at the same time. Then, two simple white figures ran towards the two people who fell. Seeing the sword light pierced the two of them one after another, the two women Xing Yao and Xiao Xiu jumped over and blocked them without thinking!

Su Jinzhai's consciousness was a little confused, but somehow, he raised his hand and shot out a demonic force, hooked Xiao Xiu's body, jumped into a roll, and wrapped her in his arms. The mysterious sword immediately passed through his body and his chest!

"Master!"

Su Jinzhai's bone sword pierced the chest of the Xing Demon who was blocking Fu Shan's body with one sword. Blood burst out and a waterfall of blood mist was scattered. She fell softly to the ground. Fu Shan looked at the woman on the ground coldly, and his cold eyes were not at all turbulent.

Xing Yao held out a breath, leaned on the ground and looked up at her man, smiling foolishly, Diwoo smiled slightly, so beautiful that she said, "Xiao Xiu, you are much luckier than me."
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