Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

The scorching blood magma overwhelmed the Heavenly Demon Cauldron and began to deform and melt, revealing the original appearance of fairy gold like blood crystals.

But under Su Xunge's control, the tripod body quickly condensed again, even stronger than before.

"I have long been worried that there is no suitable flame to help me refine the weapon. I didn't expect you, an old boy, to be so self-conscious!" Su Xunge laughed a few times, and took the initiative to extract the blood flame from Long Wen's mouth to temper his own cauldron.

Since he forged the true weapon of natal life, he did not intervene more in the Heavenly Demon Cauldron except for nourishing Damo with the divine power in Qi Hai Nei.

As a result, this artifact is now a grade lower than his cultivation base.

Now, with the help of Long Wen's Saint-level True Dragon Fire, he can sharpen his own weapon of enlightenment.

for a moment.

The blood flames in the sky were absorbed, and the Heavenly Demon Cauldron let out an excited buzzing sound, and the body of the Cauldron became more translucent and crystal clear.

Faintly, one could even see a huge fire-breathing dragon emerging from the cauldron wall.

While fighting, Su Xunge imprinted Long Wen's avenue rune. If one day he could refine this artifact to the highest level, maybe this rune could even breed a first-generation blood dragon.

"It's too presumptuous!" Seeing that his natal flame not only did not harm Su Xunge, but even became the material for the enemy's weapon refining, Long Wen couldn't help but get even more angry.

"Ding ~ bell" a dragon ball suddenly bloomed between the eyebrows.

Long Wen finally figured it out, if he is not suitable for hand-to-hand combat with Su Xunge, rather than fighting with an unknown junior physically, the powerful realm is more lethal.

But unexpectedly, instead of having any fear, Su Xunge stared at his dragon ball tightly as if he had seen a peerless beauty.

"This baby is not bad, I want it." Su Xunge's provocative mocking voice made Long Wen even more manic.

Together with the immortals, it is not a path that can be walked through by sitting down and enlightening the Tao.

Only by constantly fighting and fighting is the fundamental way to transform immortals and kill immortals.

As for Long Wen, a semi-disabled saint who was backlashed by the power of transformation, and whose cultivation base has dropped several levels, it is the most suitable whetstone for him to temper the way of fighting immortals.

"Old man, let you taste my power today!"

The magical energy that opened up the world surged crazily, at this moment Su Xunge had completely let go of himself.

A layer of black gold-like luster condensed on the body, and the fists like thunder and rain crazily blasted towards Long Wen's huge body.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom!"

The dull sound of flesh and blood colliding, accompanied by streaks of blood scattered wantonly in the sky.

Su Xunge moved like thunder, and in an instant, he unleashed hundreds of powerful and unparalleled attacks.

The world was rioted by Su Xunge's power, and the sky exploded, revealing patches of bleak void.

This terrifying destructive power made him look like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

And Long Wen.

Under Su Xunge's violent bombardment, he only had the power to parry but had no power to fight back.

"How is it possible, why is he so strong!" The heart-piercing dragon chant resounded through the sky, telling the pain that Long Wen had endured.

"Uncle!" In the sky, Long Qian, who was trying his best to draw his own blood to supply the Dragon Scale Emperor Formation, couldn't help shouting in grief when he saw this scene.

"It's over, it's over." Long Li, who was completely suppressed by Zhao Hao and bleeding all over his body, let out a miserable scream.

Their blood dragon clan has retreated for so long and planned for so long.

At this moment, Su Xunge lost everything by himself.

Chapter 129 The world is like a prison, harvest saint-level puppets

I am not reconciled! "

Long Wen's Dragon Ball was blasted out of the sky by Su Xunge.

A huge eyeball was blown open by Su Xunge, and a viscous liquid like blood and tears dripped down the scales.

"So what if you are not reconciled, only the losers will be reconciled, it's useless for the old man to say more, die to me!"

Su Xunge went crazy, his fighting spirit was constantly rising, shining like a scorching sun, his mighty power made him feel like the master of heaven and earth.

boom!

In an instant, the whole sky shook.

Su Xunge stepped on the sky, like a God of War facing the Eight Desolation, a huge force centered on him, spread towards several miles behind him, and the originally stable space seemed to have ripples like waves in an instant.

His whole body flew out like a cannonball, his eyes were full of raging fighting intent, and he shot towards Long Wen's [-]-foot-long dragon body.

Long Wen's two long whiskers, more than ten feet long, trembled.

I was in disbelief at what I saw.

Can this kind of terrifying energy fluctuation really be emitted by a Wu Zun monk?

At this moment, it seems that what he is facing is not a weak human monk, but a god who really has the power of relying on the sky and the dragon.

"Damn! Damn!" Long Wen roared and shook, concentrating all his cultivation, and a huge dragon's mouth rushed towards Su Xunge and bit.

The deep dragon's mouth is like a black hole that can swallow everything.

boom!

on the sky.

One person and one dragon, the two figures collided fiercely.

Taking advantage of his size, Long Wen wanted to crush Su Xunge with his huge body.

On the other hand, Su Xunge opened two fists, clinging to the blood dragon's kiss, pounding heavily like a hammer.

Subsequently.

His figure flickered, like a swimming fish, following Long Wen's tone, he rushed towards his back.

No superfluous tricks, pure power to vent.

A series of hundreds of heavy punches fell.

Long Wen's cracked dragon scales, white keel bones, and blood splattered all spoke of this brutal and inhuman atrocity.

"This kid, no... this demon is too scary!" Xiang Cheng and the other demon cultivators who watched this scene showed horror in their eyes.

In the previous battle that Huanlongshan's lineage was holding to win, how could it be overthrown by this human race exuding demonic energy in the blink of an eye?

"In the body of the Martial Lord, I defeated the saints and crossed two great realms. I have witnessed history." Xuan Hong was dumbfounded, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

Zhao Hao stepped on Long Li, who was like a dead snake, and his mind was beating non-stop: "The strength of Brother Motian is beyond my imagination, stronger than me!"

"Boy, even if I die, I won't make it easy for you." Long Wen spat out a mouthful of old blood like a waterfall, and said bitterly.

Simultaneously.

His already dilapidated body began to crack inch by inch, and his flesh and blood squirmed like clay, almost unable to hang on the bones.

Violent energy fluctuations moved wildly along his body, like a pill furnace about to explode.

"No, Saint Long Wen is going to blow himself up and die with that kid!" Some people saw Long Wen's strangeness, they couldn't help panicking, and set up a demon wind to fly out of the sky.

The honor of a sage is the existence of mastering the laws of the heaven and the earth, and every word and deed can affect the heaven and the earth.

If he is desperate and detonates his own laws and cultivation, the power that erupts will definitely annihilate all life in a piece of heaven and earth.

With Taoism and real body together, Long Wen is still no match for the freak Su Xunge.

and so.

He wanted to drag Su Xunge to hell together.

But a pity.

His plans are doomed to fail.

A layer of black shadow like a quagmire quietly covered the bottom of his three-hundred-foot-long dragon body.

Just like the evil Nine Serenity Hell, it suddenly bloomed with infinite traction power.

This is Yelan's emperor-level taboo secret technique-the world is like a prison.

It can bind the enemy, drain all its life energy, and pull the target of the secret technique into a layer of hell that belongs to Su Xunge alone, making it his own puppet.

This secret technique can be said to be a combination of evil and powerful. Not only does it kill the enemy's life, but it also takes his body for his own use.

Anyone who hears this kind of secret technique will have to curse evil ways.

Although the evil sect is a bit evil, the power of "the world is like a prison" is not a joke. Even at the peak of Yelan, he used this secret technique to imprison several terrible quasi-emperors as his thugs. Donghuang.

It's just that in front of several great emperors of the same level, these puppets would have been wiped out long ago, otherwise Ye Lan wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

...

"How could this happen?" Long Wen shuddered, his body shrank rapidly, and the light of his soul faltered like a candle in the wind.

He has been in Xiaonantian for 5000 years, he was tyrannical for a while, and he walked proudly, but in the end he came to such a result.

There is no suspense anymore.

First, he was burnt to the last sliver of life by the power of transformation, and then he was beaten to the point of physical collapse by Su Xunge's semi-holy weapon-level body.

Now in front of another great emperor-level secret technique, Long Wen had no power to resist, and could only let his flesh and blood scales fall off inch by inch, and the powerless white keel slowly sank into the quagmire.

Huanlongshan's generation of ancestors died like this.

With no dignity, not even a corpse left, he became a puppet for Su Xunge to enslave.

When the battle ended, everyone was terrified.

Su Xunge is too powerful, facing a saint, he managed to do this.

It is simply unimaginable.

"Heavenly demons are born, the whole world is dead, Zhongzhou is going to change the sky..." A little Nantian's demon cultivator muttered to himself as if he was insane.

As a monster, he has never submitted to anyone, but this black figure like a demon lord made him unconsciously have the idea of ​​submitting.

The same emotion also spread in the hearts of other demon cultivators.

At such an age and with such strength, if there is anyone in this world who can proclaim the Tao and become emperor and is worth following, that is the only one.

"Uncle!" A shrill scream echoed in the sky, and Long Qian's eyes turned red because of his uncle's fall.

"Junior, my blood dragon clan and you are sworn to death!"

Long Qian firmly held the scale that brought hope to Huanlong Mountain, his knuckles turned blue.

Clearly grief to the extreme.

Now that Long Wen was dead, Long Li was suppressed by Zhao Hao.

And I was also drained of [-]% of my strength because of urging the imperial formation. If there is no accident, in less than [-] breaths, the blood dragon in the sky that competes with the dragon pattern black gold tower will completely fail.

And at that time, their Blood Dragon Mountain will reap a dismal defeat.

"Dragon Emperor, do you just watch your descendants being slaughtered?"

Long Qian wept blood and was extremely sad, trying to wake up the imperial formation so that he could gain the power to turn the tables.

but.

What responded to him was only a ignorant, violent and angry dragon chant.

"Old man, come here and surrender now, maybe I can save your life." Su Xunge watched this scene with a smile, without any sympathy.

The practice world is cruel, and the blood and killings are a hundred times more brutal than the laws of nature.

Two saints, one formation capable of resisting the emperor's soldiers, if the one facing the Blood Dragon Clan today is someone else instead of him, the Blood Dragon Clan will never pity him.

Chapter 130 As Worthy of My Big Brother

"you are dreaming!"

Sky over Tianmen Mountain.

In a cloud of blood.