"Come on."

Ning Yi made a posture exactly the same as that of King Taishan, but it was slightly different... He first slowly stretched out his arm, clenched his fist, and then suddenly popped out his middle finger.

This is a very contemptuous action.

Ning Yi was smiling, and the thin figure in front of him suddenly disappeared. The more than meter away the two of them were heard, only a bang bang bang sound was heard.

King Taishan has already stepped within three feet of Ning Yi.

A pale smile appeared in front of Ning Yi without any feelings and without eyes. There was a hole in the eye socket.

Creepy.

Too fast.

Bend over.

Shenglong.

The heavy fist hit Ning Yi's palm that was suddenly pressing down, causing Ning Yi to throw it backwards and upwards slightly.

Just as your feet were off the ground.

The King of Taishan looked expressionless and bent his knees slightly, ready to continue moving forward without giving up.

Just a brief pause-

A crisp and bursting sound suddenly came from his cheeks.

This is a slap in the face.

It was even more a heavy and extremely powerful slap.

It was as fast as a shadow, falling on one side of the thin man's cheek.

There was no time to react. He just punched Ning Yi and abandoned him. The King of Taishan, who was about to make a move, formed a funny gesture with Ning Yi's palm: it was like he was holding his cheek and hitting the slap that was hit hard.

The man with empty eyes still maintained a sweeping forward posture, but his head was beaten backward and his neck was twisted into twists.

His thoughts were blank.

Where did that hand come from?

In the darkness of the sky, his cheek was hit by a fist, his mouth and nose were sunk, and the suffocating fist wind whistled, followed by his chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, and blocked forearms—

Ning Yi, who was beaten slightly, let go of the hand that was always pressing on the hilt of the Snow Sword.

No one saw how Qing Ningyi was acting.

Balls of smoke and dust bloomed in the air, and the talismans hung in the air to block the end of the ancient city of Rakshasa, the two were silent in a radius of ten feet. The heavy rain fell into the distance between Ning Yi and the King of Taishan, and was instantly dispersed by a bunch of light.

A low voice resounded—

"Thousand-handed!"

Ning Yi shouted out and tried his best to shoot out the killing method he practiced with his senior sister on Xiaoshuang Mountain. For a moment, the fist prints burst out, smashing a blazing roaring sound, and imprinted on the King of Taishan who could not dodge. The thin body that rushed forward had already experienced the baptism of the Eastern Realm Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Gla

Like the fluffy in the wind, the flesh and blood that were beaten out seemed "slow". After being knocked out of the body, it shot out like sharp arrows, shooting on the collapsed broken walls, directly shooting half a foot thick brick and tile wall out of the holes. The surrounding debris fell, burning out extremely corrosive smoke.

These are the "essence and blood" of the body of Mount Tai. Among the ghost cultivation, there is a major branch of "blood cultivation". Blood cultivation practices its own blood, and every drop of essence and blood is extremely important. The most primitive method of practice is to nourish blood with blood. As the name suggests, killing animals to obtain blood, tempering and compressing, and finally obtaining the essence and blood of the natal world, and strengthening oneself bit by bit.

The blood of Mount Tai can be shot down by a small arrow. If it hits the human body, practitioners in the same realm may be beaten into a sieve directly without any precautions. Even treasures with good grades will be defiled by the essence and blood of the blood. If the other party is the ancestor of the demonic path, or a great ghost cultivator who is several levels higher than the realm, he can take over the host's treasure and turn it into his own use with just one thought.

What's more, as long as there is still a drop of essence and blood, you can survive and find a new body and resurrect it.

However, it is too difficult to achieve that level of practice. No one has done it in recent years. Emperor Taizong suppressed ghost cultivators and the fact that the southern border could have made a Korean agreement was already full of the right time, place and people. Mr. Ganlu was willing to fall under the throne of the Great Sui Dynasty, and then he had the opportunity to "living in vain". He did not dare to rebirth for a long time, for fear of being punished by heaven, and even more afraid of being punished by heaven, and could not survive a decree from the capital.

If you truly reach the state where a drop of essence and blood can be revived, at least you have refined several cities and hundreds of thousands of creatures. The great devil, who is carrying a huge resentment, is punished by everyone.

The blood of Mount Tai, when it reaches the current state of "blood-dropping stone", will inevitably consume a lot of blood and energy. I don't know how many creatures died because of this.

Ning Yi sneered, looking at the body that was smashed by his "Thousand-Handed" secret technique, it flew dozens of feet away and fell back to the support of the towering giants.

"A lot of murders, aren't you?"

"King of Mount Tai" can no longer be considered the King of Mount Tai at this moment.

A master's move will lead to a thousand miles of mistakes.

He took a wrong step, and his head was almost twisted off by Ning Yi, and dozens of holes were punched out of his body. Most of the blood was dispersed. At this moment, he swayed and stood up again. The head was twisted by his hands and turned again. The holes on his body were filled with scarlet blood, and stranded with strands of essence and blood, shooting through the blood drops of bricks and tiles in the distance. At this moment, it had floated like fog. The fog gathered like a stream, flowing back to make up for the wound. The dark glow covered the body, looking evil and holy.

After only three or four breaths, he returned to his original appearance.

The face of Mount Tai was a few pale. Without thinking, after being hit by Ning Yi's "Thousand Hands", even if he had secret techniques, he could recall some of the lost essence and blood, the real loss was still very heavy. But if he had been a normal practitioner, he would have been beaten into a pool of mud and could not die any more.

His body was really like a treasure, emitting a faint fluorescence, and the sunken parts swelled one by one, slowly returning to their original appearance.

The King of Taishan was even thinner. This time, he did not take action rashly, but stared at Ning Yi. The blood and gas in his eyes burned like a scarlet long lamp.

"You are actually a body refiner?"

A hoarse voice echoed in the ancient city of Rakshasa.

The King of Taishan looked at Ning Yi, and said in a low tone, "Everyone in the world said that you are a genius sword cultivator who inherited Xu Zang's will... Ning Yi, I underestimate you."

Ning Yi's face was calm. He suppressed his breath, and the wind and clouds fell to the ground, and he resumed his posture of pressing down on the hilt of the Snow Sword with one hand.

He said calmly: "I understand the technique of body refining for a little bit, but I don't understand it very much."

The King of Taishan sneered and did not comment.

Ning Yi saw that the King of Taishan was not in a hurry to launch a second wave of offensive at this moment. The King of Hell, who had hollow eyes, was supported by two magnificent giants like hills. During his breathing, his breath gradually increased. The King of Taishan wanted to fight with him in the eighth realm. After being hit by Qianshou, he seemed to have given up this idea.

He began to gather strength.

Ning Yi ignored all this. He just kept his hand on the hilt of the Snow Sword. He looked at the King of Taishan and asked with interest: "There are ten kings of hell in the underworld. The tenth little cyclone king was killed by me, and the ninth equal king was killed by Liu Shiyi... The cultivation of the two of them and their real killing power, even if they were stacked together, they might not be as good as you."

Speaking of this, Ning Yi paused, stretched out a finger, slowly pointed his finger in the distance, and landed on the small hill clone that was divided into Shan King. He teased and said lazily: "Nine clones, each of which is the Nine Realms, is enough to tie the Little Cyclone King and the King of Equality together and ravage... You are not a practitioner of this realm at all, so why are you placed in the underworld and only ranked seventh?"

Taishan Wang Muran said: "Of course, there is a mountain higher than a mountain. I rank seventh, which means I can only rank seventh."

"I heard that the Great Yama in the Underworld is no longer in the world of the Great Sui Dynasty. Over the past six hundred years, Emperor Taizong has held everything in his hands. All holy mountains and forces need to be allowed to go through his permission, but the Underworld has vaguely transcended this category." Ning Yi smiled and said, "The Great Yama who transcends life and death allows the underworld to spread branches and leaves, so there is the Ten Kings of Hell, the No. 1 King of Qin Guang, who ranked first, was the No. 1 killer of the Great Sui Dynasty three hundred years ago. After following the Great Yama, he almost never came out. The King of Chujiang, who ranked second, killed two demon kings in the gray world... The first three princes of the Underworld are all killers of the Star Lord level. From this point of view, these three from the Fourth Hall to the Sixth Hall are great practitioners of the Fate Star Realm."

Ning Yi murmured as if he was thinking, "The younger generation in the underworld seems to be no one."

Speaking of this, he smiled and looked at King Taishan and said, "You are sitting in the seventh seat, and you are also an invincible seat under the ten realms of the underworld. Why can't you even compare to Cao Ran's hair?"

Taishan King pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered: "You said I can't even compare to Cao Ran's hair? What qualifications are you? Why are you?"

Ning Yi's smile remains unabated.

King Taishan absorbed the essence and blood of two hills and returned to the peak of qi and blood.

He roared to the sky, and blood was overflowing in his eyes, almost rushing out of his sockets. Over the Rakshasa, wind and clouds surging, and a blood cloud roared around his head, which was spectacular.

"Why?"

Ning Yi clamped the fine snow.

Before, he shot "Thousand Hands" but still never drew his sword.

There is no sword energy in Rakshasa City.

Liu Shiyi restrained all his energy.

At this moment, Xixue was slightly out of the sheath.

A cold light bloomed.

So a wisp of sword energy appeared between heaven and earth.

Ning Yi said calmly: "With my sword, you can be destroyed and you will never be reborn."

Taishanwang's pupils contract.

Talismans from all directions began to become less stable.

The sculpture standing at the end of the ancient city of Rakshasa opened with a crack.

A bright light flashed between heaven and earth.

The first thing Taishan King, who returned to the peak of Qi and Blood, did was not to resist, but to run away, and his hands passed by the tall burly hills, picked one head after another, and stuffed it into his own abdomen like swallowing it. After swallowing it, the Qi and Blood continued to surge-

There was the first ray of sword energy between heaven and earth, and the entire formation was activated.

Ning Yi's feet were calm, and this was the origin.

Slight snow penetrates the earth.

A storm passed by and swept away instantly.

It's dark and the rain is pouring backwards.

The night changes into daylight.

Liu Shiyi's pupils were covered in silver.

A heart-wrenching roar came from a distance.

Annihilation instantly becomes nothingness.

I don’t know how long it took, Liu Shiyi was already wet all over. He raised his head and it was still raining.

The city was already dead silent.

He looked at the girl beside him tiredly and asked only one question.

"What kind of formation is this?"

The girl's voice sounded in the rain.

"Little Zhuxian Formation."

The girl looked at the distance calmly, with shock and joy in her eyes, and more of the dullness she quickly recovered.
Chapter completed!