Once, twice,...eight times, the three Yang soul-devouring blades, sword edges, sword blades, and even the blood-thirsty blood grooves that were originally dark and dark like a dark spring, all showed a hint of coldness.

Lu Changhe was so angry that no one could ever let him face this way. This new disciple was absolutely extraordinary. Didn’t he have burned the resentful souls and used sacrifices and refining the residual souls to improve attack and killing methods, but at most he would only sacrifice three times. Even if he was a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, it would be difficult for him to escape unstoppably.

However, this time, perhaps it was because he was too careless at first and did not directly sacrifice 100,000 resentful souls to help. It was not because he was careless, but in fact he was reluctant to leave. You must know that every resentful soul needs to spend a lot of energy to kill him in the sea of ​​monsters. In the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade, he had accumulated three to five million resentful souls. There was still a long way to go from tens of millions of resentful souls to transform.

Every time he went out to sea to hunt monsters, every bloody journey was accompanied by fear of death. However, he could not kill his opponent three times in succession of sacrifices and refining ten thousand souls, and even responded calmly, which made him not angry.

In his heartache, he directly sacrificed 50,000 residual souls to kill the opponent. In his heart, even a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Pill, he could never survive the attack of such a terrifying resentment soul. However, reality disappointed him again. He Wuyou was not defeated, and his disgusting burning aura was like the nemesis of the resentment soul, and even had no effect on his mind at all. In this annoying heat, the resentment soul was easily dissipated into empty space. It was a demon soul that he had consumed a lot of money, fighting for blood and killing to hunt, how could he not be angry or painful?

He naturally remembered the taboos he had learned from the ancient cultivation techniques, but he could not allow him to give in when he was in the battle of life and death. He upholds the hatred and murderous thoughts in his heart, and Lu Changhe directly ignited the remaining thoughts of 100,000 resentful souls. As a decisive method, it also consumed the foundation he had accumulated and overdrawd the potential of the three Yang soul-devouring blade of his natal spiritual weapon. After this battle, even if this treasure sword is not abandoned, it will take a lot of effort to regain it.

Anger, the ultimate madness roared in my mind, kill, kill, destroy the person in front of me, and destroy this cold and cruel world.

You demon, you imprison us all living beings. If the heaven and earth do not tolerate you, you will suffer the pain of soul-devouring and refining in the future and will never be able to reincarnate.

Boom, distracting thoughts hit Lu Changhe's soul like a terrifying sea and border demon tide, and various ferocious monsters, monks, and even some weird and terrifying monsters gathered together, roaring wildly in their minds.

Backlash, sand accumulates into towers, and small amounts accumulate into many. Lu Changhe's bloody evil intention finally burst out, and he began to join forces to encircle the heart, the souls and souls imprisoned from the inside out, and they began to join forces to encircle the heart, the soul and the mind.

No, the Jindan monk immediately realized something was wrong. The aura of resentful souls soared into the sky was growing wildly, and the terrifying roar stirred up the qi of heaven and earth. As soon as his body moved, he wanted to come forward and intervene forcibly.

However, before he could make any moves, He Wuyou, who was the first to be affected, suddenly exploded. Zhou Hao and Chu Renjie were also not alert.

Hoo, the completely bursting hot breath was like a scorching sun, right, just like the fierce sun at noon, the pure sun that reached its extreme was triggered by a bang.

"Brother Zhou, today He will show the power of the sword scripture." With a long roar, He Wuyou soared into the sky, like a huge sword body that splits the sky and cuts the earth, and the colorful colors are like sword light

The meridians rushed up, and there were black and white colors tangled and rotated, fighting against the sky and the earth and shaking the void.

"The two nephews stopped." The Jindan monk who protected Lu Changhe shouted in a panic. The pressure of the late Jindan monks swept across the spot with a huge murderous intent, trying to suppress the two of them from going crazy.

The Jindan monk was extremely panicked. It doesn’t matter whether He Wuyou dies or not. What’s important is that Lu Changhe cannot have an accident. Lu Changhe is responsible for the safety of Lu Changhe. If he is said to be out of the house, the seashore is extremely dangerous. When encountering a desperate situation, let alone Lu Changhe, he may not be able to escape unscathed. But it is different at this time. If Lu Changhe is in the sect, he will be blamed.

But on the one hand, Zhou Hao was using the ultimate killing method and staring at him. Not to mention interfering in the fight, even if he showed a trace of bad luck, he would probably not escape the misfortune. He did not believe that Zhou Hao used the ultimate killing method, but just threatened himself. If it were him, someone would never leave alone easily if he had come forward to fight the enemy for him.

However, his shouting did not work at all. Not to mention that Zhou Hao passed this level, Lu Changhe was instantly lost in his mind, and roared in anger to the night. The Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade burned wildly. In an instant, the originally pitch-black blade turned into blood, and countless resentment of the residual souls instantly turned into ashes. The burning intention of death was condensed and compressed. A dead light flashed like a thunder, instantly penetrated nothingness, turning within a few feet of radius into a dark place.

Zhou Hao Suoran was a little distracted by the disturbance of the Jindan monk, but the familiar hot breath already understood its name. The Pure Yang Breath was the magical power that almost fascinated him and subtly transformed himself almost at all times.

There was a hint of translucent in his eyes. Although he didn't understand how He Wuyou did it, this undoubtedly gave Zhou Hao a heart-warming agent. He explored alone, figured out the skills, learned various classics, and tried to make up for the shortcomings of lack of knowledge and lack of vision. However, Zhou Hao always understood that this road was destined to be difficult. Things that could make people noise, even if they were magical and secrets, were just picking up wisdom. Some things must be passed on oral to heart to be passed on, and this cannot be changed.

Why is He Wuyou's Pure Yang Breath so powerful? He doesn't believe that He Wuyou will do something that damages the key points of the meridians by itself. As for the spiritual fruit Taoist seed as the basis and recasting the acupoints, it will definitely set a precedent for cultivation. If you can succeed, you can only be glad that the Taoist Tao is good enough and will be favored by God.

If you can learn from the breath of He Wuyou’s pure yang, you may speed up the time for the complete fusion of some Taoist species. In this way, your meridian damage will be restored as soon as possible, which also means that you can improve your cultivation as soon as possible and embark on the journey of return.

He Wuyou did not dare to slack off when facing Lu Changhe who exploded in an instant. After all, he was just a foundation-building cultivator, and his cultivation was much lower than the opponent. Lu Changhe, who was in a crazy moment, had his power and power to kill and slash, and could completely crush the early stage of the Golden Pill cultivator.

What He Wuyou relies on is purely his own superb cultivation and his five elements spiritual roots. As the descendant of the Sword Master, his skills and secret techniques are more sophisticated than any cultivator. The Sword Sutra of the Changsheng is even more unique. Those who are not inherited by the Sword Master cannot practice it. Although they are not as gentle and pure as Zhou Hao's Changsheng Sutra, they agree not to underestimate it.

The first priority is to kill and attack, supplemented by the Yin-Yang Two-Yang Sword and the two secret techniques of the Five Elements Kaitian Sword. Although He Wuyou has been building a foundation for a long time, he can only focus on the Yang Sword. The secret method is to collect the Yin-Yang Qi of Heaven and Earth, and refine the pure Yang and the strongest and purest.

This is also what He Wuyou looks like

The soft but masculine aura is extremely strong, and the pure yang breath is naturally restrained by the yin and filthy aura. It is also restrained by the yin and filthy aura. No matter which kind of yin and filthy evil charm, the evil demons and evil poisons are restrained by the pure yang breath. If the yin and filthy spiritual power attacks, the pure yang breath will restrain it to make its power weaker than 50%.

Killing is extreme, cruel and violent, but it is still helpless to the breath of Pure Yang. If it is a monk next to you, you may be afraid because the aura of killing is too cruel, or have no fighting spirit due to the erosion of the resentful soul.

The Pure Yang Breath is a unique team. Even if there are many resentful souls and remnants that are sacrificed, the crazy murderous intent that is almost real.

Roar! For the first time, He Wuyou roared to the sky, accompanied by the Pure Yang Sword rising into the sky, and shattered the blood-colored sword light of the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade.

Buzz, this time, the sword did not scatter, but it frozen a huge area of ​​dozens of feet.

The crazy breath blew away the rocks on both sides, and fell down a hundred feet of cliffs. A sunken wave appeared near the two figures.

Lu Changhe's mouth was full of meaningless roars and ferociousness. He was confused and had only one obsession, killing the other party's body, imprisoning the other party's soul, even if it hurts the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade, which had already appeared in a crack.

The killing monk was covered with blood from endless monsters and blood, and the monk's heart was bloody, but at this time Lu Changhe's front collar was covered with blood stains, and his mouth was full of hard resistance to the force of counter-shock.

He Wuyou was also not relaxed. The resentment of the remnants of the remnants of the crazy sacrifice of the curse continued to gush. In one night, thousands of resentment of the resentment of the resentment of the resentment of the soul were swallowed and destroyed. This sword seemed endless. This sword poured in the combined power of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator and countless resentment of the souls. Even He Wuyou had all his strength, it was difficult to resist.

But the hot pure yang breath did not fade. Under the burning of the snarling, the remnant souls swarmed in at the moment when the swords and swords stuck together. The unwillingness, resentment, ferociousness, regret, and all kinds of mixed thoughts were instantly calmed down, and strands of black and gray aura separated from the residual thoughts.

Those traces of remnants, like little black snakes, were mercilessly burned by the breath of Pure Yang, becoming nothingness and leaving no trace anymore.

There were countless bright spots in the sky that were lingering near the pure yang breath. They were afraid and unable to bear to leave. The resentment of the soul seemed to be purified. They were no longer confused, no longer roaring, and they were even more free. Strands of nine-colored glows were faint, but conspicuous, and from these continuous rebirth, they quickly disappeared and merged into the pure yang breath.

In the blink of an eye, the evil spirit of the clouds was surging and unparalleled. The roar of the resentful soul was ferocious, as if melting snow, and it scattered. The intersection of swords and swords seemed to have received the help of nine-colored lights. The breath of pure yang instantly burned like a brilliant ray of sun, flashing away.

Lu Changhe had never been so scared. Even when facing tens of thousands of monsters in the sea, he was panicked and helpless. However, he seemed to be imprisoned at this moment. In his ears and eyes, the resentment of resentment from the souls everywhere roared wildly and roared at him.
Chapter completed!