Chapter 82 Evil Dao Giant [Third Update]

All this is a long story, but in fact, it is just a matter of a moment.

Qinglian sword energy fluctuated in the blood river, but it forcibly tore a hole in the blood river, and went straight for Xueye.

"stop!"

Seeing that Wu Chi tore open the blood river and went straight to Xueye, Fan Jingxuan became anxious. At this point, he naturally knew that Xueye couldn't stop the sword no matter what.

He came this time to avenge Xue Ning. Now that the murderer has been found, not only he failed to kill the other party, but also put Xue Ye in a desperate situation.

Even though Xue Ye didn't live up to expectations, he was still a true disciple of the Blood Sect. If he died here again and spread the word, wouldn't it be a joke?

The moment he opened his mouth, Fan Jingxuan rose into the air, and the moment his palm protruded out, he suddenly congealed into a big bloody hand, and grabbed Wu Chi fiercely.

That palm, at this moment, seems to have become a hand that covers the sky, and it can rewrite life and death with a backhand.

This has broken away from the category of condensate, but the real power of Taoism.

At the same time Fan Jingxuan made a move, there was an overwhelming pressure rolling towards Wu Chi, which made him almost suffocate.

A stern look flashed in his eyes, Wu Chi bit the tip of his tongue, and took advantage of the moment of pain to get rid of the terrifying pressure, and the sword energy exploded again, slashing towards Xue Ye viciously.

He hated the viciousness of Xuehe's sword energy, and he had already had murderous intentions for Xueye in his heart. What's more, the opponent attacked so aggressively, and there was a blood sect behind him, so Wu Chi was not sure whether the old man could stop it other side.

The other party originally came for Yuan Ziyi, but now if he forcibly kills Xue Ye, he will definitely attract more hatred, take the matter to himself, and reduce the pressure on Yuan Ziyi.

With this in mind, how could Wu Chi be merciful? Against that terrifying pressure, he forcibly pierced the sword edge into Xue Ye's body!

"boom!"

Qinglian's sword energy erupted suddenly, completely destroying Xue Ye's internal organs in an instant, cutting off his vitality.

"you wanna die!"

Seeing that Xue Ye was killed, Fan Jingxuan almost went mad with anger, and crushed down with his big hand, wanting to crush Wu Chi forcefully in his palm.

The power of Daotai is simply not something Wu Chi can compete with.

Not to mention that he forcibly beheaded Xue Ye, it was already at the end of his battle at this moment, even in the peak state, how could he resist the angry blow of the Taoist powerhouse?

"Wow!"

Stepping on his feet, Yuan Ziyi suddenly opened the Zihua Xingluo umbrella, and in the blink of an eye, there was a touch of gorgeous Zihua reflecting the sky and the earth, and rushed towards Wu Chi.

It's just that the opponent's speed was too fast, and by the time Yuan Ziyi noticed it, it was too late. Even if she opened the Zihua Xingluo umbrella, with her strength, it was too late to save Wu Chi.

Anxiously, Yuan Ziyi shouted angrily, "Grandpa drunkard, if you don't save people, Ziyi will hate you to death!"

While speaking, Yuan Ziyi was about to burn his blood again and force Zihua Xingluo Umbrella to accelerate.

However, the moment Yuan Ziyi wanted to burn his essence and blood, he suddenly found that he could no longer control Zihua Xingluo Umbrella.

While being startled suddenly, Yuan Ziyi burst into ecstasy and shouted anxiously, "Grandpa, save him quickly."

There was a sigh in the air, and then purple flowers filled the sky, as if the world had changed in an instant.

Zhou Tian and the stars sealed the void, and the purple flowers filled the sky and the earth. Fan Jingxuan's big bloody hand that grabbed Wu Chi was like boiling soup and snow under the purple flowers, and it disappeared in an instant!

An indescribable panic arose in his heart, the hairs all over Fan Jingxuan's body exploded, and he froze in the air.

When Yuan Ziyi made a move, he had already recognized Zihua Xingluo Umbrella, and the next "grandfather" completely shattered the last trace of luck in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, he finally understood how the blood coagulation died. Zihua Xingluo umbrella in his hand, what does a mere blood coagulation mean?

"Junior Blood Sect Fan Jingxuan, pay homage to Lord Zihua!"

With bitterness in his mouth, Fan Jingxuan no longer cared about Wu Chi's life and death, and bowed down to worship.

Standing in front of Xue Ye's corpse with a sword in hand, Wu Chi's eyes had already been dazzled by the purple flowers all over the sky at this moment, and the shock from the heart couldn't be described in words at all.

Compared with the demeanor of Demon Lord Zihua at this moment, the Changchun real person back then was basically like a child.

This is real power!

In the void, an old man in purple clothes slowly appeared. With a light movement of his palm, the purple flowers all over the sky suddenly dissipated, and the big umbrella suddenly shrunk. in the palm of your hand.

"I heard that you want the old man's granddaughter to pay for your Blood Sect disciple's life?"

With a cold snort, Demon Lord Zihua asked calmly.

"The juniors dare not!"

Demon Lord Zihua's words were too serious, Fan Jingxuan was frightened into a cold sweat instantly, and hurriedly explained, "Xue Ning offends Miss Ziyi, he deserves to die! This junior is willing to offer Xue Linglong to compensate Miss Ziyi."

With Demon Lord Zihua appearing, it doesn't matter whether right or wrong is right or wrong! Not to mention the death of a true disciple, even Elder Fan, his death would be in vain.

This is the evil giant who truly overrides all rules!

"roll!"

After uttering this word coldly, Demon Lord Zihua didn't even have the interest to take another look at him.

With cold sweat all over his face, Fan Jingxuan respectfully took out a flower of blood and put it down at his feet. Fan Jingxuan fled like flying, and didn't dare to look back until he completely left the valley.

At the same time that Fan Jingxuan was running away, Yuan Ziyi rolled his eyes and stepped back carefully.

"Run? Where do you want to run?"

His eyes fell on the little girl, and Demon Lord Zihua snorted coldly.

"No! I'm too happy to see grandpa, how could I run away!" Yuan Ziyi's little head shook like a rattle, "I'm... I want to get grandpa wine! Alcoholic grandpa has a lot of good things. For the wine, I'll go get it right away."

Careful thinking was pointed out, Yuan Ziyi simply played tricks and ran away in a hurry.

Demon Lord Zihua has always said the same thing all his life, but he can't do anything about this granddaughter, and he can't be scared. Now seeing the little girl make up an excuse and run away, he can only blow his beard and stare angrily.

"Haha, Zihua, don't worry, that little girl can't run away." The old man said with a smile after glancing at Wu Chi not far away.

Hearing the old man's words, he glanced at Wu Chi thoughtfully, and Demon Lord Zihua said calmly, "Little guy, come here."

With a jolt, Wu Chi hurried over. Yuan Ziyi dared to play tricks, but he didn't have the guts, "Wu Chi, my boy, pay homage to Demon Lord Zihua!"

"You were blocked by that elder just now, and you still wanted to kill, didn't you want to relieve the pressure on the little girl?" Looking at Wu Chi, Demon Lord Zihua asked slowly. As for Fan Jingxuan's name, he didn't remember it at all.

In fact, as early as when Fan Jingxuan and the others came, Demon Lord Zihua had already arrived, and the whole process was clearly seen in his eyes. If not, he would not have rescued Wu Chi at the last moment.

"Zi Yi killed people to extract the sword guts to help me heal my wounds. If something happened, I should naturally be responsible for it." Wu Chi didn't make any excuses, he just opened his mouth to explain.

"It's a bit of a responsibility! Come with me." His face softened slightly, and Demon Lord Zihua went straight to the table in front of the thatched cottage.

The old man and Demon Master Zihua sat down at the table at the same time, "You just said that the little girl killed someone to extract the sword gall to help you heal your injuries. What kind of injury did you suffer?"

This time, without waiting for Wu Chi's answer, the old man said for him, "This little guy is so bold that he cut off the brand of the sword. The realm of mortals, condensed the legendary sword courage Tiancheng, forcibly broke out from this dead end."

"Brave swordsmanship?" Demon Lord Zihua was slightly taken aback, but looked at Wu Chi twice more.

"The little guy once got the inheritance of Chengying Divine Sword. Although he has cut the brand mark, he has survived. He is a good seedling." The old man said with a smile, "What's even more rare is that he has a kind heart, but he is not on the right path. The pedantic energy of people is very suitable for this old man's temper."

After taking a deep look at Wu Chi, Demon Lord Zihua nodded slightly and stopped talking.

On the surface, what the old man said was praising Wu Chi, but in fact, he was reminding Lord Zihua that he loved this little guy very much, and told him not to anger Wu Chi.

"Little guy, go and take that Xue Linglong away! The old guy doesn't like it. For you and Xiao Ziyi, he is a rare treasure." Smiling, the old man pointed to the place where Fan Jingxuan left just now.

Needless to say the old man, Wu Chi also understood that the thing that Fan Jingxuan, a Taoist powerhouse, could offer as compensation at the last moment must not be Fanpin.

However, in the situation just now, Wu Chi didn't dare to move without authorization.

After dismissing Wu Chi, Demon Lord Zihua said slowly, "Old drunkard, have you taken a fancy to this kid?"

"It's not that I've taken a fancy to it, but that little girl from your family has taken a fancy to it." The old man said with a smile, "You watched this girl grow up. When did you meet her? Who is she so interested in? In order to help this girl The little guy is playing with the sword, but she even stole your Zihua Xingluo umbrella, don't you understand?"

Frowning slightly, Demon Lord Zihua said calmly, "Even if a little guy has some talent, how can he match the purple clothes?"

Snorting angrily, the old man said disdainfully, "According to what you said, I don't think the little girl will ever need to marry in her life. Otherwise, which young man can fall into your eyes?"

Slightly startled, Demon Lord Zihua immediately realized that the one whose strength can catch his eyes must at least be a strong one in the Taoist realm! But those people are much older than Yuan Ziyi. Although the age of a practitioner is not that important, he is naturally not happy to marry his granddaughter to a person who is over a hundred years old.

"The most important thing is that the little girl finally fell in love with one. If you still want to obstruct it, do you think the little girl will return to your Zihua Palace in the future?" He took out the wine jar from the ring and gave it to the Zihua Demon Lord. After pouring out a bowl and pushing it over, the old man asked leisurely.