Chaos, killing.

Death is like a plague spreading wildly.

Another ten days passed.

Not only was the Weishui Mountains area turned into ruins, but even the entire Qingjiang Realm turned into a land of death. The human forces, cities, and many other races that had not participated in the battle for the Chaos Demon Emperor's Reincarnation Hall were also stained with blood.

The flower of death blooms in this not-ancient realm.

All the time, creatures die.

The entire Qing ginger world seemed to have turned into a large copper furnace, melting thousands of creatures into it and burning them to ashes.

I don’t know when the gate of the Qing Jiang Realm was directly banned by someone with great magical powers.

Forces outside the realm can no longer enter the Qing Jiang Realm.

And the powerful creatures who have entered the Qing Jiang Realm cannot leave the Qing Jiang Realm.

This kind of seal is weird and terrifying.

It is said that a great saint of the Black Demon clan used his essence, blood and soul as a medium to directly break the seal of the realm gate and send the descendants of the Black Demon clan away, but failed and fell with hatred, proving that this realm seal is likely to be a quasi-emperor seal, or someone has set up a corner of the imperial formation.

The news came out and the situation became even more chaotic.

At this time, many forces and strong people have gradually understood that someone has secretly arranged a means to take advantage of the arrival of the Chaos Demon Emperor's Reincarnation Hall to stir up the storm and arrange some kind of killing situation. I am afraid that all the races, forces, strong people, and creatures that are attracted to the Qingjiang Realm are all sacrifices for this killing situation, and are all within the scope of being calculated.

Time passes.

News is constantly coming everywhere.

[Fairy Qingcheng] Xia Yubing was killed in battle, and she herself became a captive of a peak saint...

[Bai Yujing] The descendant was besieged and forced to ask about the secret of immortality. In the end, he was able to escape with a secret technique, but he was seriously injured and disappeared.

Saint Xuan Ji and the third prince of Kaiyang clan were besieged and killed.

The head of Tianqian Sect, a generation of strong men with the peak cultivation level of the Great Saint, was plotted against by his disciples in the sect and died tragically in the Weishui Mountains...

A mysterious swordsman in a black cloak suddenly rose and killed everyone.

There is also a white dog, elusive and robbed, and many famous and powerful people suffer...

The famous strong men from all walks of life were cut off and died like leeks in the field.

This day.

The deepest part of the Weishui Mountains.

In a secluded valley.

Li Shengyan lay beside the stream, gasping like a dog, drinking the stream with difficulty.

He was very tired.

The more than 20 consecutive days of pursuit made Li Shengyan completely use all the life-saving methods given to him by Xiao Fei's quasi-emperor. The serious injuries on his body made him feel that it was a miracle that he had not died yet. The scars healed and collapsed, the old wounds had rotted and suppurated, and new wounds would continue to appear. At the same time, five or six extraordinary forces were clashing and destroying his body. There were three or four hundred wounds of all sizes all over his body...

After drinking a lot of water from the stream, Li Shengyan just lay beside the stream, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over.

Tiredness and pain came like a tide.

For a moment, Li Shengyan really wanted to fall asleep, so he closed his eyes and thought of nothing.

But he dared not.

Because he knew that if he closed his eyes, he would not be able to hold on in this breath, and he would probably die forever.

Several white maggots were flipping in a puscised wound on Li Shengyan's waist.

Originally, with his cultivation, his muscles were controlled to a subtle level. With a thought, he could shake the maggots into flesh mud. But now he has too much loss of essence, and his body seems to be not his own, let alone controlling the muscles. He has no idea of ​​pulling out the insects at this time...

Because he must accumulate strength.

Every bit of his strength must be used in battle and escape.

"I don't know how the ancestor is doing. The group of messes in Xuanji Sect are really despicable, especially their quasi-emperor, who pretended to help at the beginning, but at the critical moment, plotted against the ancestor..." Li Shengyan was so angry that he felt so angry that he had toothache.

If it weren't for being plotted against, Xiao Fei's cultivation level wouldn't be so embarrassed?

Suddenly, a power fluctuation appeared in the distance.

It arrives instantly.

"Haha, the famous descendant of the quasi-emperor, known as the [Little Demon King] Li Shengyan, is now lying here like a rotten wild dog, breathing in. It's really amazing." A black figure appeared in the void and slowly rushed over.

Li Shengyan's body moved slightly.

But in the end, he gave up his plan to take action and escape.

Because he found in despair that he really had no power at all.

"I recognize you. Your name is Yang Wanqu, the successor of the Heiyue Immortal Palace..." Li Shengyan sat up slowly, leaned against a rock behind him, and smiled faintly: "Brother Ye said that you were the dog of Xuan Ji Holy Bitch very early, and he was chased by him and dared not show up, right?"

Because of this small action, dozens of newly solidified wounds on his body cracked, and blood flowed along the stream, making him grit his teeth.

"Li Shengyan, you said this to deliberately anger me and let me give you some pleasure, right?" The black figure slowly approached and finally landed ten meters away. No matter what Li Shengyan reacted, he was sure to subdue or kill him as soon as possible.

This man has a handsome face, long body, fair skin, jade-faced and starry eyes, and a black robe, he is extremely heroic and has a bit of a "Young Master is like jade". However, there is a kind of evil spirit between his eyebrows, and his skin is white and blood-colored. Instead, there seems to be strands of black mist deep in the skin, which makes people feel a sense of terror and fear at first sight.

It is Yang Wanqu, the descendant of the Black Moon Immortal Palace.

After hiding for so long, this person finally appeared.

"Haha, I'm not a little angry. There are so many people who want to kill me. I'm still alive... Why didn't Xuan Ji come? I'm so worried that you can come and chase me. Aren't you afraid of being cut off your dog's head and peeling it? Do you want to drink with dog meat?" Li Shengyan grinned.

His expression did not have the slightest sense of heroism or righteousness.

But Yang Wanqu felt a kind of iron-like firmness from the fat man's broken body leaning on the rock.

He raised his hand and a sword light.

call out.

Li Shengyan's arm was directly cut off.

Blood spurted out from the broken arm, and the cut off arm fell into the water. With a thud, it splashed water. Then the entire stream was instantly dyed red, and a pungent smell of blood filled.

Li Shengyan grinned.

His expression did not change at all, as if the cut off arm was not his own. He smiled sarcastically and said, "It seems that you are really timid. You still have to test it now... Don't worry, all my methods have been used up. Now even if a wild dog comes, you can bite me to death... Hehe, I have no way to kill you."

"That's not necessarily." Yang Wanqu felt relieved, but he didn't show it at all.

It was this fat man who seemed to be dead at any time. He had already killed the Xuanji Sect and the camp's 21 saints. Every time he thought he was dead, but every time he had methods to defy the heavens, and the treasures on his body were so irritating.

"Go to do it, give me some fun." Li Shengyan said weakly.

Yang Wanqu took two steps forward, stared at him, and said, "Take the secret of Li Xiaofei's [Xiaotian Great Sutra], and I will give you a pleasure and no longer torture you."

"You know, that's impossible." Li Shengyan sneered, "[Laughter of the World] It's not something that people like you can get involved. And with your martial arts background and qualifications, without the bloodline of the Li family in the Ming Realm, even if you get it, you can't practice it. Why bother to bring shame to yourself?"

Yang Wanqu was surprisingly not furious.

"Of course I know that my talent and physique are dull and I cannot practice the imperial Taoist classics like [Laughter World Sutra]. I have never thought of practicing it," he smiled faintly, saying, "But there will naturally be some use of it, so you don't have to worry about it."

Li Shengyan's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

"I understand, no wonder... Haha, I just said, although I jumped a little on weekdays and had a little bit of a bad mouth, I never provoked you, let alone the monster like Ye Qingyu, who would threaten you, but you went to heaven and earth to chase me, and kept on for a moment. It turned out to be for the mystery of [Laughtering the World Great Sutra], haha, in this way, the ancestor must still be invincible, right?"

He laughed happily.

I was worried about the safety of the ancestor before. Although the four words "媠生合" are not the quasi-emperor" are so powerful that the four words "媠生合" are the same, and not just one person is the quasi-emperor. In this world, several major forces joined forces, and the Xuanji Sect, a human force that was tyrant, was seriously injured after the sneak attack. Li Shengyan was really worried that the ancestor would not be inferior and defeated.

But just now, Yang Wanqu said this, and he suddenly understood.

Xiaofei's ancestor must still be alive.

Not only was he still alive, the other party gathered the power of several quasi-emperors, but he still couldn't do anything to him.

That's why they chased themselves so wildly.

They wanted to get the ancestor's natal skills [Xiao Tianxia Sutra] on themselves. Although they could not practice without the bloodline of the Li family, as long as they obtained this scripture and handed it over to the quasi-emperor for a look, they might really find a way to restrain Xiao Fei. At that time, Xiao Fei was the real danger.

Li Shengyan's wounds were cracked countless times, and blood splattered.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

He is really happy.

Because Xiao Fei Lao Zu Wuyu, this is the most beautiful news in the world.

Now, even if he is let to die, he can feel completely relieved.

"I don't believe that there is no one in this world who is not afraid of death, nor do I believe that there are people who do not tell the truth under the 371 tortures of the Black Moon Immortal Palace." Yang Wanqu smiled cruelly and said, "I accidentally cut off one of your arms just now. There are too many parts cut down at once. Next, I will chop them slowly..."

As he said that, the sword light flashed again.

Li Xiaofei's five fingers on his one-armed palm were cut down.

Blood ejaculation.

"This time, cut off your five fingers, and the next time, cut off your palms." Yang Wanqu smiled ferociously, like a crazy beast.

Li Shengyan didn't even blink his eyes, but looked surprised: "I never knew it. It turned out that I was not as afraid of pain as I thought."
To be continued...