God Killer

Yunxiao Pavilion is a middle-level sect in the fairy world. There are three hundred inner disciples and over eight hundred outer disciples. There are more than 1000 people in total. It owns five cities under its jurisdiction. The resources it occupies are not too many, but they are not There is no shortage, Yunxiao Pavilion is considered to be a kinder sect to the people, so the five cities are still prosperous, each with a population of [-].

It stands to reason that with such strength, life should be comfortable, but the most difficult life in the fairy world is the Yunxiao Pavilion, which is out of the world and out of the ground.

Sects like Yunxiao Pavilion have missed the best opportunity for growth. When the resources are extremely abundant, there is no such thing as a giant sect like the Sinister Sect. Now, if they want to go up, they can only swallow other Sects that are weaker than myself, but even those weak sects, isn't the one that survives to this day sharp and thorny?Easier said than done?The best opportunity is missed, and it is ten thousand times more difficult to develop.

To be honest, not to mention devouring other sects, not to be swallowed by other bigger sects, it is a good thing for Yunxiao Pavilion to be thankful for.

So although Yunxiao Pavilion looks quite majestic, it has been living cautiously all the time.

However, starting today, Yunxiao Pavilion no longer needs to continue to live cautiously.Because the days of Yunxiao Pavilion are gone!

A skinny man with bare upper body, pulling a tattered trolley case stood in front of a huge crystal stele.

The sky above the thin man's head was covered with overcast clouds, and amidst the raging wind, vicious giant monsters flew up from all around and threw themselves into the man's skinny body. Every giant monster hit the skinny man, and the skinny man's body He staggered slightly, and these giant monsters, which were several times taller than the skinny man's figure, eventually turned into hideous tattoos on the skinny man's body.

A moment later, the skinny man was covered with dense tattoos.

The tattooed man exhaled a faint breath of blood. Under his feet and around him, there were densely packed corpses, spreading out like a scroll. The blood stained the dilapidated Yunxiao Temple, and the entire Yunxiao Pavilion was 1000 people up and down. Many cultivators are all lying here.

On the crystal-like stele in front of the tattooed man, there is a beautiful woman with a thunderbolt in her hand floating, wearing a gorgeous skirt, which is completely stained with blood at this time.

Luo Yi, the owner of Yunxiao Pavilion.

"What, why did you find our Yunxiao Pavilion? I don't remember that our Yunxiao Pavilion has a number one enemy like you!"

There was a trace of regret in the godless eyes of the tattooed man, and he said: "Not only you Yunxiao Pavilion, but all the sects I come across will be wiped out!"

Luo Yi's long hair was disheveled, and he swayed angrily in the gust of wind, gritted his teeth and said, "What?"

The tattooed man squatted down, slowly opened the zipper of the trolley case, and replied: "In the fairy world, how can there be anything? I need ten pieces of the body of the existence of the casting tablet, and you happen to have it here, that's it."

Gollum...

The unbearably hungry bowel sounds suddenly sounded from the half-opened trolley case, the sound made the ground tremble, and the thick dark clouds in the sky were shaken into fluff, and a huge ripple spread across the sky. Ripples in the air.

Hearing this voice, Luo Yi showed a trace of doubt on his face, and then his face became pale, including the crystal tablet behind Luo Yi, all began to tremble.

Eat stele ghosts!

Thunderbolts lit up the entire sky, and huge thunderbolts descended from the sky, making the final dying struggle.

The sky was full of dark clouds, the sun shone like never before, and the majestic and majestic Yunxiao Temple was reduced to ruins. The corpses of thousands of immortal cultivators decayed into fly ash at this time, and the spirits were searched by Erlang. The divine soldiers and gods will devour it, and the vitality has long since escaped without a trace.

The ruins looked empty and empty, as if there had never been anything here.

An old man with his hands in his sleeves and wearing a worn-out yellow down jacket appeared in the ruins, walking hard step by step among the wreckage of rocks.

The tattooed man squatted on the ground, and re-launched the trolley case that was struggling.

As if knowing that the old man was behind him, the tattooed man said, "Karma, karma, old man, are you not afraid of karma now? Is it interesting to kill so many immortal cultivators?" While talking, he threw a shiny crystal over .

The one who came was naturally the old sweet potato, the Hermit of the Great Dao.

The sweet potato old man reached out to grab the crystal-like stele, pulled out a reading glasses from his pocket, put it on his eyes, and looked at the spar carefully, "Do you know why there are no innocent immortal cultivators in the fairy world? You can't do it with this Yunxiao Pavilion." How did the Holy Mother of Yunxiao get her stele-casting realm? At first, she devoured the vitality of the heaven and earth, and then she devoured ordinary people and other immortal cultivators. Although she is still quite gracious to the common people, when she needs it, she will definitely take a A whole city is devoured in one gulp. No matter how good the owner is to pigs, he is just coveting the fatness of the pork. What is the cause and effect of me killing her? It is the karma of the Holy Mother of the Clouds. "

While speaking, the sweet potato old man wiped the stele with his shiny down jacket sleeve, and looked at it in the sunlight like a work of art.

"The sixth-grade stele in the pseudo-realm, something that is not popular." After speaking, the stele disappeared in the old man's hand, and was put away by the old man.

The sweet potato old man put his hands into his cuffs again, and said with a philistine smile on his face: "Son, it's time to go on the road. It's been a long delay. If those guys realize it, it will be troublesome to get together. Our grandpa and I ran for our lives."

The tattooed man said dissatisfied: "You have to tell me to take a breath? I knew that I would do so much dirty work for you. If I was killed, I would not come to this fairy world with you. If the boss is here, these jobs are most suitable for her gone."

The sweet potato old man heard that the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled together, and he showed a worried expression and said: "I don't know what happened to the boss, your mother went to find her, I don't know if you can find her now."

The tattooed man tidied up the trolley case, stood up and said, "Stop pretending, you know better than anyone else, whether it's in the mortal world or in the fairy world, there's no one who can kill the boss yet."

The sweet potato old man nodded, obviously agreeing with this sentence.

"How is the harvest from the third child?"

The sweet potato old man said proudly: "Much better than you, the second child has already collected three crystal stones, and all of them are steles above the fourth rank of the pseudo-realm, much better than you."

The tattooed man didn't have a strong sense of competition, so he didn't like the old man's secret provocations at all, so he suddenly asked, "Old man, do you think there are any steles in the world that are not false?"

The sweet potato old man said: "Four out of ten monuments cast before the immortals were separated were real monuments, and eleven out of ten monuments cast after the separation of immortals were fake realms! The realm that can be achieved by eating , if it is not a false realm, then this world is too unfair."

"Where is the next one?" The tattooed man took out a map, ready to go on the road.

"Dragon Tiger Alchemy Gate? It sounds very imposing!"

Hearing this, the sweet potato old man thought for a while and said: "Let's forget about the Dragon and Tiger Pill Sect. This school is full of elm lumps up and down. It's nothing interesting. There are very few people in the fairy world who haven't touched much meat. Now it’s not easy, change one family, another family.”

For the tattooed man, it doesn't matter which one, but the direction is one left and one right, so he flipped the map again and changed the direction casually, and whispered: "Xinghuoyuan."

The sweet potato old man smiled and said: "That's it, the sect that lights up sky lanterns to search for souls. The master of the sect is a big pervert. If he is killed, the stele on his body is probably of the third or fourth rank of false realm."

"And they have so many gods and souls, they are very suitable for the growth of the heavenly soldiers and generals in Erlang Soushan map on your body."

The tattooed man asked suspiciously: "In this way, you can achieve what you said to reshape the immortal way? I wonder if you are possessed by that mortal man who killed gods? Shouldn't he do all these dirty work?"

The sweet potato old man fiddled with his reading glasses and said: "If you can't break it, you can't stand it. If you don't dig out all the rotten and moldy things, how can you make those fresh shoots grow? What I want to reshape is not only the immortal way, but also the old corruption of the immortal way. To create a brand-new immortal way, I am really tired of the scenes of these young people stealing the world, if I don't kill them all, I will die and feel at ease."

The tattooed man sneered and said, "It's easy for you to say, you just stood by and watched from the beginning to the end."

Sweet Potato rubbed his slightly itchy nose with his sleeve, and said with a hey smile: "No way, who told my son to become angry, I didn't just watch, I planted more than 100 Dao seeds in this immortal way , before I die, as long as ten seeds germinate and grow, I will be satisfied."

The tattooed man stopped suddenly, and the indifferent emotion in his eyes spread, "Old man, to be honest, you planted Erlang Soushan Map on me and made my life worse than death, and you planted the spirit power on the third child to make my life worse." He will die once in 30 days, is it today? Our brothers are all victims of your dreams?"

When the sweet potato old man heard the words, his philistine face lost its rich expression and became pale and dull. After pursing his lips, the sweet potato old man seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak after all.

The father and son returned to silence, and the tattooed man suddenly laughed, and said, "No wonder the third child is unwilling to go with you even after being beaten to death. No wonder our brothers hate you so much. You are so calculating that you even treat your own son as your son." tool to use."

Under the bright sunlight, the two figures, one in front of the other, kept a huge distance, and went on the road again...