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Chapter 283 Black Kirin

Yin Sanqian looked up at the huge millstone in the sky, and the flickering panic in his eyes was finally replaced by madness.

For their Yaozu, it is a worthy death if they can die above the battlefield.

As long as he is not cowardly and does not fight, his soul can live forever in the temple after death.

As soon as he thought of this, a crazy look flashed across Yin Sanqian's face, and the monster aura on his body rushed towards the huge millstone above his head like a black dragon.

The millstone followed for a while, but it never reached the edge of shattering.

Situ Changkong felt the huge impact from Yin Sanqian, and immediately said two words slowly.

die! ! !

Immediately, with a thought in his mind, the millstone fell, and Yin Sanqian rushed towards the huge millstone that was attacking him instead of retreating.

idiot! !
Situ Changkong looked at Yin Sanqian's struggle before his death with disdain, and his contempt for the demon clan in his heart was even greater than before.

For him, what the Yaozu did was not even comparable to the remnants of the Bloodline Merchant Guild. In his opinion, what he did before he died was completely reckless.

Boom! ! !

A huge rumbling sound followed, and smoke and dust soared into the sky.

Under the sweep of Situ Changkong's spiritual consciousness, Yin Sanqian's aura completely disappeared under the huge grinding disc he made.

A sneer flashed across his face, the so-called Yaozu was nothing more than that.

Just when he was about to leave Yujian, a beast roar came out from the smoke.

In detail, this is a completely pure beast roar, a beast roar without any humanity.

The sword millstone that he condensed also shattered, and a huge shadow appeared in the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

"Look, what is that!!!"

"No way, why is there such a thing in the world?"

The exclamation of many soldiers seemed to indicate that the shadows in the smoke and dust were unusual. As everyone looked around, the huge shadow that had previously been hidden in the smoke and dust finally showed its original shape.

Lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, oxtail, and the black color of the body.

When these elements are combined, even Cao Hua, who is rare and strange, can recognize at a glance what the real body of this huge shadow is.

Black unicorn! !

Qilin, such a legendary beast, would actually appear in front of his eyes like this.

It's just that in his inherent impression, the appearance of a unicorn often symbolizes auspiciousness, but he didn't expect that the unicorn in front of him was not only black, but also full of evil intentions.

Its four hooves are as high as hills, and its figure is even more terrifying.

Whether it's Situ Changkong, Cao Hua, or the old Taoist priest, they are all small compared to him now.

Seeing this situation, the old Taoist priest hurriedly said a word of Wuliang Tianzun to calm his heart.

Although he already knew a little about Yaozu from countless ancient classics, seeing this rare black unicorn today still made him a little startled.

Thinking that I wanted to compete with such a monster just now, I can't help but feel a little ridiculous now.

On the other hand, Situ Changkong seemed to be looking forward to the appearance of this black unicorn even more.

"Sure enough, as the sword master said, this person's real body is actually this black unicorn."

It's just that this black unicorn is undoubtedly a bit miserable in the eyes of others. There are countless wounds on its body for no reason, although it is already covered with a layer of blood scabs.

But from the side, it also couldn't resist Situ Changkong's sword.

Indeed, in the Wuhen Sword Palace, besides the sword master and several elders, there are also senior brothers.

The one who can show his hands the most is Situ Changkong, a talented master of swordsmanship.

Yin Sanqian, who showed his real body, still had a crazy expression on his face.

From his nostrils, two pillars of smoke shot up to the sky, as if expressing the anger in his heart above Situ.

Of course he doesn't want to reveal his true identity, because for the demon clan, once his true identity is revealed, it is the last resort.

For a monster race like him who has perfected his form, he has long been accustomed to the behavior of human beings on weekdays.

But if the current Yin Sanqian didn't show his true body, he might die in the hands of Situ Changkong today.

He originally thought that because of the opening of the extraterritorial battlefield, the three palaces and nine halls of the Cultivation Alliance, several major families would focus on the interests of the extraterritorial battlefield.

Those sect disciples left behind in the sect are not at all the opponents of the Yaozu who will reappear in this world.

Unexpectedly, Situ Changkong would appear here again.

Yin Sanqian is so ruthless!

As soon as he thought of this, a scorching aura soaring into the sky immediately condensed from his mouth.

Immediately he opened his mouth and spat out, followed by a billowing heat wave.

wow~~~
The ground turned into scorched earth in an instant, and the scorching air waves were still churning.

Straight towards Situ Changkong, the latter unhurriedly drew out his sword.

The sword intent soaring into the sky turned into the best weapon, cutting the air wave in half in an instant.

Then the sword energy spread out and strangled him completely.

There was a wave of ups and downs, and the physical strength of Yin Sanqian, who showed his real body, rose sharply.

It's just that he still underestimated Situ Changkong's cultivation base and terrifying strength at this time, thinking about the existence that would make Lei Xiao, the elder of the Thunder Punishment Hall, dare not say more.

How could he be simply a celebrity in front of the sword master? If that's the case, he wouldn't be so arrogant.

I saw a scalp-numbing cold light flowing from his simple and simple long sword.

This cold light is different from the cold light that appeared before, it seems that it has turned into the origin of the sword before the sword is drawn.

A sword pointing directly at the origin of kendo!
Seeing such an old Taoist priest, he couldn't help but sigh.

"To what extent does this person understand the art of swordsmanship?"

He never thought that standing there alone, he would look directly at the source of the sword.

Yin Sanqian also seemed to have sensed the changes in Situ Changkong's body, and immediately did not wait for him to draw his sword.

The volley hoof has already stepped over, and the scorching breath that has been brewing for a long time is sprayed over.

This time, Situ Changkong actually stayed here without moving, and wanted to let these iron hooves step down on him.

But at the moment when they were about to die, everyone's hearts had already reached their throats.

Many people were puzzled why Situ Changkong was so indifferent.

Could it be that he was scared and stupid?

But soon, Situ Changkong showed everything like everyone.

In an instant, everyone felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, which was a feeling of being instantly penetrated by the sword glow.

At this moment, Yin Sanqian felt this kind of feeling even more strongly, but right now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

The tumbling heat wave surged down, submerging the square inch where Situ Changkong was standing in an instant.

His figure dissipated in an instant, but in the next second, a column of blood soaring into the sky appeared in exchange.

The color of this blood column is purple brown impressively.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

It seemed that some couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

(End of this chapter)