The Bad Guys: Don't call me Little Emperor Taizong

The endless death energy in the air, emitted by the dead god of war, was also slowly becoming thinner.

The thunder continued in the sky, leaving countless fires on the earth.

Perhaps realizing that they could no longer prevent the birth of this being, the dark clouds dissipated like smoke in the blink of an eye.

But Li Changping still didn't get up.

With his eyes slightly closed, he let his silver hair flutter in the wind.

Chi Meng just looked at him quietly, her pretty face frozen.

She didn't know how many times the two had exchanged blood.

All we know is that after the Meteorite Gu was taken back, the mighty blood energy of the God of War kept flowing back and forth between the two of them.

Even the twin miasma were crushed by this powerful blood energy.

When the last trace of death energy entered Li Changping's body, the aura around him also completely subsided.

The whole person seemed to be dead, without any breath.

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But at this moment.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Chi Meng glanced over and saw that the bad guys, led by Jing Xin Mo, were rushing towards here.

On the other side, twelve figures also came flying in the air.

When the two groups gathered together, they all looked at Li Changping first.

"Is he a real dragon? Are you sure he's not a dead man?"

As he spoke, the brim of the Eleventh Cave Lord's hat fell off, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

At this moment, he was a little confused and stared at the silver-haired figure sitting cross-legged in a daze.

He didn't sense any breath of life from this body.

The other cave masters also looked at each other in confusion.

Everyone was a little confused as to why there was a dead person here.

"It's not a dead person... it's the blooming of the dead flower!"

A deep voice was heard, and the Lord of Dadong cleared up their doubts.

at the same time.

The figure with fluttering silver hair also slowly stood up.

A trace of dark power filled with dead silence gradually emanated.

When the Zixiao sword, shining with a cold white light, was unsheathed.

Hidden deep in the memory of the Lord of Dadong, that figure standing on corpses is always in his dreams at midnight.

It also slowly overlaps with the person in front of me.

The man with silver hair is not Li Chunfeng, but Li Changping!

It was as if a heavy hammer hit my heart, and the beads in my hand could no longer be maintained and were crushed into powder.

Li Changping turned around.

The slightly closed eyes also opened at this moment.

When they looked at each other, the twelve cave masters and a group of bad guys were all shocked.

There were no pupils in his eye sockets, only grayish white.

Different from the blood-haired man's murderous brutality, and also different from the purple-haired man's domineering and unparalleled behavior.

In these eyes, people see the utmost purity and tranquility.

That is not dullness, but a dead silence like ashes!

It is just like the River Styx in hell. Once you look into its eyes, there will be no hope for life.

From nowhere, a leaf suddenly appeared in the hand of the Lord of the Great Cave.

With a slight flick of his finger, the leaf flew towards Li Changping.

But just after being contaminated by that trace of dark energy.

The entire field of fallen leaves turned gray in an instant.

"Withdraw~"

On the other side, Mirror Heart Demon also gave orders at the first opportunity.

He finally figured it out...

In this state, Li Changping is attacking indiscriminately.

Anyone who comes into contact with that aura will not be able to recover. At best, they will have a short life, and at worst, they will die immediately.

But there are some people who are not afraid of death...

I don’t know whether he relied on his own great abilities or thought that Li Changping would consider their blood relationship.

Li Zhen took two quick steps forward:

"Nephew, I want to discuss something with you. From now on, the Twelve Caves will live in seclusion forever. Is that okay..."

As soon as the question was asked, Li Changping took action.

The Zixiao sword wrapped in the aura of death was casually slashed out, and a colorless sword energy visible to the naked eye swept towards Li Xuan.

Li Xun did not dare to be careless at all. He used all his strength to mobilize his energy and blood and punched forward fiercely.

The sword energy was like a dead tree or rotten wood that could destroy everything in its path.

In an instant, the fist wind was destroyed, and then it slashed at Li Qian's fist, eliminating half of his palm.

Looking at Li Zhen again, he was hit by the sword energy.

His whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

And just as it was taking off in mid-air.

In the horrified eyes of everyone.

Li Xuan's hair was full of silver, and it was visibly turning pale and dry. The skin on his ruddy face was also starting to sag and droop.

Wrinkles accumulated at the corners of his eyes, and his bright eyes became cloudy.

When he landed.

The whole person has turned into an old man who is about to die.

It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him away, and it seemed as if he would ascend to heaven in the next moment.

There are no bloody or horrific scenes, nor any violent actions.

But Li Zhen's change made everyone present shudder.

The power of this sword was so great that it almost ended his life.

now.

Not only the Twelve Caves, but even the Mirror Heart Demon.

They all missed the blood-red-eyed Li Changping so much.

No matter how powerful he was at that time, he would not be so unreasonable.

This is no longer a dimensional existence.

The aura that one could feel from the white-eyed, silver-haired Li Changping was actually even more terrifying than that from Yuan Tiangang.

It was as if a trace of internal strength leaking out would be able to destroy all despair in the world.

The Lord of the Great Cave looked up at the sky, almost unable to suppress the anger in his heart, and asked unwillingly:

"Buliang General, what are you doing? For a mere ruined and perished Tang Dynasty, you dare to create such a terrifying existence! Don't tell me that if Tang Dynasty is gone, you will destroy the world?"

Chapter 160 Final Form

"Cough, cough..."

At this moment, Li Zhen could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly.

The memories in my mind are slowly becoming blurred, and an unprecedented feeling of fatigue and exhaustion surges into my heart.

He only remembered the last scene in his memory.

It was the sword energy that swept towards him that cut off half of his fist.

But why is there no pain in my hand?

Li Xun tried hard to touch it with his other hand, but his arm, which was like a dead branch, was broken off by himself.

"I am your uncle! How could you ..."

In the last moments of his life, Li Xuan was still asking angry questions.

But what greeted him was a ray of light that seemed to cut through the darkness.

"Hmm? What uncle?"

Li Changping shook his heavy head.

At this moment, there were only two colors left in his eyes, one gray and one white. In his head, it seemed as if tens of thousands of violent thoughts were roaring.

Although this state is very powerful, the mind is not very clear.

I vaguely remember someone calling someone "uncle" just now.

Although the voice is familiar, I can't remember who it is.

After carefully feeling the true energy in the body again.

Li Changping had only one thought in his mind.

That is to quickly dig Gangzi out and save him. I have to beat him up severely before I can feel at ease.

But then he remembered that he seemed to be on the battlefield, and there were some guys waiting for him to deal with.

"Take action!"

The death of Li Xuan cut off the last retreat of the Twelve Dongs.

The Lord of Dadong no longer hesitated and dared not to put himself in danger.

With just a loud shout, millions of poisonous insects flew up behind him.

There was also a thick poisonous fog covering the area.

The chiefs of each of the twelve tribes have different specialties.

There are those who have extraordinary combat power like Li Zhen, and there are also those who are first-rate in controlling insects and poisons as if it were a piece of cake.

Compared with the Gu Masters and Poison Masters in the Cave of Ten Thousand Poisons.

Their methods are more sophisticated, and no matter in terms of quality or quantity, they are unmatched by the people in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave.

But this overwhelming poisonous fog of poisonous insects did not change Li Changping's expression at all.

Those gray eyes were still motionless.

When the first batch of poisonous insects came into contact with the aura of death, they instantly turned into ashes.

Next, there was a thick dark green poisonous miasma.

This time there was no obstruction and Li Changping was submerged in the blink of an eye.

But before the eleven cave masters could smile.

Then, from the poisonous miasma, a silver-haired figure walked out as if unaffected at all.

The power of annihilation is entangled in his body.

He is the Minghua representing hell at this moment, how could he be poisoned to death?