No, I am Lu Changhe, I will never be afraid. You trash can kill your body and imprison your ants and souls, so you can never escape.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Lu Changhe still insisted on it. The way of killing is fearless and ruthless. How could he be weak because of killing some monster monks? The monks themselves face the cruelest elimination of the world at all times, either moving forward bravely or following the flow.

The way of killing, slaughtering is an extreme path, and the way of ruthlessness is to do things that are heartbroken. Therefore, even if the heart of Tao is eroded by the resentful souls and face the backlash of sacrifice and refining the resentful souls in the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade, Lu Changhe still refuses to submit.

Second, it was precisely because of his persistence that he finally waited for a trace of vitality. As a cruel knife, the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade was also made of evil magic sacrifices, full of the cruel meaning of bloodthirsty and life-slaying. Even if he had not yet achieved the spirit of the weapon, he was also a peerless fierce soldier.

Strictly speaking, the Pure Yang Breath only strongly restrains all kinds of evil forces, and the damage to the monks depends on the controller. Lu Changhe's body is full of resentful souls and remains purified by the Pure Yang Breath and is liberated, and invisibly it is in line with the heart of heaven and earth, so it is even more powerful.

Boom, the sword light had not arrived, and the Pure Yang Breath, which could almost burn the sky and boil the sea, had already attacked first, covering the Lu Chang River. The Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade was the first to be hit, and no one escaped. The Pure Yang Breath rushed into Lu Chang River like a needle light. Although the resentful soul was crazy, it was difficult to resist the Pure Yang Breath. He was eager to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, as if full of spirituality. He gave up on the Lu Chang River that imprisoned and tortured them, and swarmed towards the Pure Yang Breath.

A person's will is infinite, and only persistence can lead to hope. Lu Changhe suddenly woke up and was suddenly overjoyed. His joy and ease he had never felt before instantly occupied his body and mind. Although his resentful soul was imprisoned by him in the Three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade, his mind and nature had already changed a lot in subtle influence after years of companionship and commanding soldiers, but he just didn't know it.

It was like a jewel covered with dust, and my heart suddenly became extremely bright.

A sirloin, an ugly and shrill roar sounded in my ears, and an aurora suddenly lit up in front of me. Lu Changhe, who had just woken up, instantly stood up, but the person dared not move at all.

"Stop, don't kill anyone." A terrified roar rang out at the same time.

Now the Jindan monk could no longer care about it. If Lu Changhe lost control just now, he was frightened, then looking at He Wuyou's sword blade as if he had entered a state of no one and reached Lu Changhe's head, he had to fight to the death.

He Wuyou's face was solemn, and the sword in his palm was pointed at the edge of Lu Changhe's eyebrows. With just one thought, he could stab it in half with a gentle thought. But he did not do it, but looked at the shocked but clear opponent.

Zhou Hao's jade talisman suddenly moved. If it were to use the jade talisman alone to inspire and kill a Jindan monk, even if he was a late-stage Jindan monk, it would be easy to do it. However, it would be impossible to shock a Jindan and not dare to move and fight to the death with this.

Zhou Hao naturally would not be willing to take this only one chance to deal with a Jindan cultivator, even if the other party could not defeat it for the time being. But in the same way, whether it was Lu Changhe or the Jindan guard, he knew in his heart that killing people here was equivalent to digging a grave, and Zhou Hao and He Wuyou were not stupid either. He had just been worshipped by the Tianyan Sect and violated the rules.

A clang-clattering sound broke the solidification of time. Lu Changhe, who was pressed by the tip of the He Wuyou Spirit Sword, was almost suffocated, but was awakened by the sound of the three Yang soul-devouring blades falling to the ground that suddenly became lighter in his hand. Fighting is always the best exercise and tempering, and the effect and influence of the pure Yang Breath is even greater. Lu Changhe suddenly realized that the secret technique he had obtained, using the resentment of the remnant soul, would sooner or later follow the footsteps of the destruction cultivator, and there was no such thing as success in refining the heart.

When people think about something, they will have emotions and thoughts. The purity and purity of that moment is quickly diluted and hidden. After all, no monk can maintain a innocent heart, and even a innocent heart will not be free from desires or demands.

Withdrew his sword and retreated, He Wuyou retreated and met with Zhou Hao and Chu Renjie who were approaching.

"Brother He, is it okay!" Although He Wuyou seemed to win easily, the chaos in his breath was still captured by Zhou Hao. He was always prepared for the Golden Pill monk, which did not affect his experiencing the magic of the Sword Sutra of the Longevity. Moreover, He Wuyou said that he was standing up for himself to prevent disasters, and it was also necessary to care about him.

"It's okay, Brother Zhou, be on guard first

Point, Rong He adjusted his breath for a moment." Only he knew He Wuyou's consumption. He almost devoted all his strength to this battle. Without using external forces and life-saving means, he could win easily by relying on the Pure Yang Breath to restrain the other party. However, if it weren't for the Pure Yang Breath to restrain the other party, he would have to spend a lot of effort to win.

But even so, his spiritual power was consumed. What made him most distressed was probably the hard-earned Pure Yang breath. In addition, his Qi training method was not in line with the Changsheng Sword Sutra. This recovery took an extremely long time. What was most unbearable was that due to excessive consumption, Pure Yang breath was a little scattered, and it must be restored to its original stability as soon as possible. Of course, this is the secret technique of its sect that outsiders cannot know.

Chu Renjie was not interested in talking excitedly, so he was pulled by Zhou Hao and blocked He Wuyou. The golden elixir monk was surprised and happy. He Wuyou did not kill Lu Changhe, which made the big rock in his heart fall to the ground. He quickly snatched it up and protected him.

"Young Master, you..."

"It's okay." Lu Changhe's mind replied, stopping the questioning of the Jindan monk, but his eyes were inexplicable. The three Yang Soul-Devouring Blade in his hand, the spiritual weapon that held his great expectations, had only the hilt of the knife and the blade made of the black iron and fine gold. Even the blade was narrower than two fingers wide, and the length was only about one foot or eight inches. The bone stalk holder used to imprison and torture the resentful souls and souls, which became a condensed ball of bones, and only two small holes were left in the nine holes, no longer the evil and weird whispers.

With a self-deprecating chuckling, Lu Changhe took back the broken but not completely scrapped Sanyang Soul-Devouring Blade into the storage bag, and looked up at Zhou Hao and the other two.

"This fellow Taoist, Lu was defeated in this battle. Thank you for not killing me. Lu is not a person who is ungrateful. This life is considered to be something I owe you. If a fellow Taoist is in trouble in the future, Lu will definitely be with him to the end. This vow will never be invalid as long as Lu is in one day."

Lu Changhe is worthy of being a decisive person in the killing world. After his mind is clear, he even took the lead in the word "righteousness". He did not say too much gratitude or illusory promise, but was simple and crude, and swore with his own destiny.
Chapter completed!