Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 272 The Heavenly Demon Changes, Turns into the Ice Luan!
"Immortal Dao is ruthless, the middle heaven and the earth compete for natural selection, and the survival of the fittest. The He family can continue to prosper to this day, relying on the mortals in the city!"

"Today, if you let these mortals go, there is no guarantee that there will be another He Yanming, or even more and stronger existences in the future!"

"By then, do you think they will let go of today's genocide?"

"Keep them, are you going to slaughter my Xuantianzong disciples later!!!"

Duanchou had a cold face, the sword formula in his hand kept on, and the imperial sword array suddenly pressed down. At this moment, anger loomed in his eyes.

Wu Yue is like this, so is Lin Xiaoyuan. His apprentices are like flowers in a greenhouse, ignorant of world affairs, pure and kind.

If things go on like this, how can they survive in this world of the jungle?
"I can no longer protect them like this in the future. Without the experience of blood and fire, no matter how high the talent is, it will only be superficial and will not be a great tool!"

Duanchou was expressionless, thinking in his heart, he had already made a decision.

Lin Xiaoyuan heard the angry reprimand, her delicate body shook like a thunderbolt, her face turned pale, obviously thinking of all the tragic images that might appear in the future after she was kind, she immediately stood aside, pursing her lips and not saying a word.

At this moment, her bright eyes were already filled with shame and self-blame.

The killing sword formation collapsed, covering the entire Cold Mist Island.

The sound of breaking through the sky has not yet come, but the unstoppable momentum of wanting to cut the soul in half has become, and the creatures under the sword formation are all afraid, and they cover themselves in horror, trying to escape a glimmer of life.

However, Duanchou's Qilin Tianjian formation is so sharp that even Fang Jingxiu, a monk at the peak of the Dragon and Tiger Realm, almost died when he entered the formation. Right now, these junior mortals, only relying on mountain buildings, magic tools, talismans, and How can it be stopped in the slightest.

All of a sudden, the blood spilled into the sky, converging into a river, the mountain collapsed, the buildings were shattered, the ice crystals and snow were riddled with holes, densely packed, and puffs of blood mist exploded all over the city, before even screaming, they were annihilated in the torrential river. Under the sword energy, there are no bones left!
Like an explosion, nearly a hundred monks on the hidden island of the He family floated into the air, evading the sword energy, and rose into the air like stars.

Just at this time, a sudden mutation occurred.

"Roar!!"

While the dragon roared and roared, a thousand-year-old ink python with a length of several tens of feet rose into the sky like a dragon, ignoring all magic tools and supernatural powers. More than ten Huading monks.

Then the tail of the python pierced the air, Ling Xu twitched, a large space was emptied, blood rained all over the sky, and the broken corpses fell from the sky like dumplings.

Their faces were almost frozen with disbelief, and the last impression in their eyes was the cold vertical pupils of the black python beast, ferocious, bloodthirsty, and extremely violent.

——Little Black!
The Qilin Heavenly Sword Formation seals off the entire Cold Mist Island. In this space that seems like an absolute domain, the immeasurable sword energy circulates endlessly, pouring out like rain, and in the void, the little black menacing power will surely emerge, swimming like a dragon.

And in Cold Mist City, ten immortal soldiers of the Five Elements walked in the densely-woven sword energy with mysterious steps, their eyes under the purple-gold mask were indifferent, and they were recklessly harvesting the lives of the survivors.

Really, there is no way to go to heaven, no way to enter the earth, and all life opportunities are exhausted!
The matter is complicated to say, but it happened in an instant. The island has been wiped out, and Hanyan City has been reduced to ruins, devastated everywhere, and there is not a single intact body.

"He Yanming, there are only two of us left now."

Under the shrill screams and the rain of blood all over the sky, Duanchou's unchanging smile took on a ferocious meaning out of thin air.

"You are so ruthless!"

A look of unbearableness flashed in He Yanming's eyes. After all, those who were massacred now were all members of his He family. After this battle, even if he won, Hanyan Island would be severely injured from then on, and the accumulation of years had been destroyed.

And all of this happened too quickly, and there were powerful enemies watching from the sidelines, even for him, it was unthinkable.

After a while, he suddenly took a deep breath, calmed down, ignored the screams scattered in every corner of the entire Cold Smoke City, and said solemnly: "The master of Xuantian Sect is really amazing! But Duanchou, Do you think you are determined?"

"The old man will let you see how my He family is what it is today!"

After speaking, the voice was as straight as a scream, and the hatred that went straight to the marrow was clearly revealed.

"If there is any means to use it, it's just, what a long-winded one."

Duanchou said in a contemptuous manner, what the He family relies on today, he already had a general understanding from Mr. Qian, and it was nothing more than the awakened Bingluan blood in his body, and a magic weapon connected with the blood.

If you were really afraid, he wouldn't come. Now that Lao Xi is talking about this, who is he scaring? !
Immediately afterwards, He Yanming finally showed his true strength.

The north wind is cool and rainy and snowy!
I don't know when, the surroundings were freezing cold, ice was forming flowers, rain and snow were forming curtains, and an ice blue figure slowly floated into the sky.

Like the center of an ice and snow storm, He Yanming stood in the air, his whole body was dyed with ice blue, and his snow-white hair broke through the crown, turning into ice blue, drifting with the wind, slowly stretching, until it reached his feet.

At first glance, it looks like a crystal blue feather.

"Shhh!!"

The cold wind blew, feathers fluttered, He Yanming's eyes were ice-like, crystal white like snow, without a trace of darkness, his hands were bluffed, and with a sound of "swish", a pair of huge ice-blue wings emerged from his help, mysterious light flowed, The wind and snow converge on the wings.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation! Ice Luan Bird?"

Seeing this scene, Duanchou's expression became a little dignified.

Since the great world of Zhongtian was opened up from the chaos, there have been hundreds of clans, conquering and separatist regimes, and the human race is only one of them.

In the ancient times, the gods, humans, demons, and demons were also intimately connected, and they jointly exiled hundreds of clans. To show friendship, they often had in-laws.

And this so-called Heavenly Demon Transformation is actually a kind of supernatural power inherited by the bloodline. Through the bloodline of the demon clan left by its ancestors, it returns to the ancestors and returns to the source, borrowing part of its supernatural powers.

If the human monks have the blood of the gods, if they awaken their blood and display their supernatural powers, they will become the gods, and if they are of the demon blood, they will be the demons. The descendants of human monsters like He Yanming are naturally the demons.

Just like He Yanming at this time, not only is the whole body up and down, but also the evil spirit is revealed, the feathers are produced, the back spreads the wings, and there is no need to move.

"It seems that I really underestimated He Yanming, I didn't expect the blood of Bingluan in his body to be so pure!!"

Gazing at the icy changes in the sky above, a cold light flashed in Duanchou's eyes, and he finally looked at this person squarely.

With He Yanming as the center, within a radius of tens of feet, a cold light flashed unknowingly. It was the sound of cracking ice.

(End of this chapter)