Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

After ascending the throne, the Emperor Jingtian has the dragon spirit in his body, which is nine red dragons.

He has been diligent and diligent for thousands of years, and he is a wise king, so he has his own dragon spirit to emerge as the times require.

This represents the fate of the country that respects the beginning of heaven, and it also means that the luck of the entire world is concentrated on him.

Ji Xianjun ruled the world in a clear and bright manner, fair and honest, the sea is clear and the river is stern, the red dragon and the nine bodies are all strong and healthy, Boshan is majestic, none of them are easy to get along with.

Leave it alone, Ji Xianjun doesn't need to do anything, the Chilong alone can tear up those who approach him with malice.

The system wants him to attack those villain bosses whose hearts are not white!

So Ji Xianjun was tied up with at least one hundred and eighty sealing circles all over his body. It was a wonderful thing that the system applied for from his boss, and it came from self-cultivation.

Of course, I said hello before using it, and Ji Xianjun agreed, and the red dragons have also been hiding in the seal one after another, and occasionally they will be quickly suppressed if they are not comfortable in the room.

The system is right in saying that Ji Xianjun does not intend to destroy the world yet.

There are too many super-standard things on him. If he uses them recklessly, every world will be severely damaged when he leaves, which is what he doesn't want.

But when he got serious, the things the system applied for couldn't stop him.

Seeing that several more seals were broken, the system rolled over in anxiety.

But it was also lucky, because Ji Xianjun only shot once, and the rest of the seals calmed down.

However, no one thought that the initial calm was like the calm before the storm.

On this day, even the deep night couldn't stop the roar of dragons and tigers piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, and the hundreds of miles of sky were instantly destroyed by several red rainbows.

The emperor Zhu Yujun of the Daqing Dynasty woke up in the bedroom, and the eunuchs watching the night immediately lit the lamps when they saw this.

As the light gradually filled the entire palace, the eunuch, who was regarded as a face in front of him, carefully wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead with a brocade handkerchief.

Li Fang worried: "What's wrong with you, Your Majesty? But you were dreamed of?"

Zhu Yujun was out of his mind and hesitated for a long time before Li Fang heard him say hesitantly: "Did you hear anything just now?"

"Sound?" The aged old eunuch repeated suspiciously, "The servant didn't hear any sound."

Zhu Yujun supported his forehead in a look of reminiscence, and said to himself: "Yes, I heard..." that long dragon chant.

Li Fang waited for a long time but did not wait for Zhu Yujun to spit out the second half of the sentence, so based on his understanding of him, after finding that the expression on the emperor's face had calmed down, he carefully asked: "Your Majesty, do you need to pass on the words of the imperial physician?" Or report to the empress?"

"No need," Zhu Yujun waved his hand. After calming down, he regained his composure as a king of a country. "Just pretend nothing happened today... If this dream is true, then one day I will see the true face of the other party."

Li Fang's heart skipped a beat, and he always felt that there was a bad meaning in these words, but seeing that Zhu Yujun had already made the posture of going to bed, he immediately served him to lie down meticulously, and when he slept well, the lights in the hall gradually went out .

This darkness permeates the deep palace, and it is unknown how many conspiracies are hidden.

Nine dragons are naked, mobilizing the national destiny. Although the Daqing Dynasty was established less than a hundred years ago, there are still black dragon auras hovering over the country. Black dragon body.

A dragon's chant came from far away, as if sneering, but before it could continue to play, the "brothers" who appeared together rose into the air one by one, and it, which was a step behind, immediately chased after it.

All of a sudden, the sky and the earth changed, and the clouds billowed in the hundreds of miles. They should have been dyed the same color by the night, but they were affected by the spectacle of the red dragon flying into the sky. Covered with a layer of solemn and unusual crimson.

Such visions were not only felt by the Emperor Daqing, who was tied to the country, but also individual masters who had cultivated directly to the innate also responded.

A frightening sword light flew out from Baiyun City overseas. This sword light was brilliant, fast and powerful. It was like a slanting horse running across a long cloud. It was like a white rainbow light formed by the rising of fresh air, shattering infinitely in a breath.

On the other side of the desert and wasteland, the Western Demon Cult, which has been established for many years, whether it is a demon or a demon girl, is silently looking at the holy place at the highest place in the church, which is the Tianchi Lake that only the leader of the sect is allowed to set foot on.

In front of Yu Luocha, the leader of the Western Demon Cult, no matter how big the demon is, he must behave properly.

However, today they were once again amazed by Yu Luocha's strength far surpassing all the demons.

Inside the Tianchi Lake, the leader Yu Luocha looked at the rainbow light in the distance as if aware of it, and inserted a hand unconsciously. This hand was like a ghost swallowing the sky. It was huge but silent, just like the ghost staring at people. He became the devil king of the evil realm, and before the world was aware of it, the devil seed entered the world and demonized the Central Plains!

These methods have never been thought of to avoid taboos, so they are also very effective in deterring all those who have evil intentions in the church.

After that, there is the Great Compassion Zen Master from Shaolin Temple, Nianhua Jiaye, the Mu Taoist from the Wudang School, who sings a clear song, and the Dugu Yihe from the Emei School...

The masters who are already some of the strongest in the world unanimously reacted similarly but differently to the scarlet shadow of the heavenly achievement.

There is another island in the South China Sea, the island is nameless, but there are powerful people who are "number one in the world" inhabiting this place, even if it is nameless, it seems extremely unreal.

When the shadow of a dragon loomed in the sky, on a boat heading for this place outside the island, an old man who was fishing vacantly opened his eyes. His old face was inevitably tainted by the wind and frost of time, and even his eyes became dizzy. Numb, but when Long Ying became more and more real, those old eyes lit up instantly.

It is as bright as the stars in the sky, as deep as the bright moon in the water, and it is very like the eagerness of a warrior when his fighting spirit is ignited in an instant.

"So there are still..."

Unrecognizable words of exclamation came out of his mouth, and then the fishing rod was thrown aside. The thin old man stood up, with his hands behind his back, and his movements were not seen. A wild laugh burst out with vigorous internal energy It was loud, but the strange thing was that no matter whether the people on board were sleeping or not, they were all indifferent under such a loud voice like a Buddhist lion's roar.

However, the dragon shadow in the distance reacted.

When the first sword light broke through the air, the red dragons rolled into the clouds, furious as if they were provoked, and easily caught the sword light flow.

The second palm print was full of secret shadows, haunted by a demonic atmosphere, and filled with overwhelming malice and evil, but when the red dragon was angry, it dispelled it with a long chant like waving away annoying flies.

The third, the fourth, the fifth, the powerful people in this world have returned the color of those who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but for Chilong, such painless attacks are really worthy of its rare show.

The anger of being fooled, and the unhappiness of having to lie down for hundreds of years for these weak things, made Chilong stand up and call the shots, and let out nine roars in unison.

"Roar--"

The power of the dragon that spanned thousands of miles together with the voice instantly made these former strong men feel the power of heaven and earth, as if they were weighed down by a thousand weights and it was difficult to start.

Proud people like Ye Gucheng can at best stabilize themselves under pressure and hold on to something that is comparable to their lives.

Afterwards, the arrogant laughter from the sea suddenly broke Chilong's shackles on them without warning.

Although it was not affected much, it did catch Kowloon by surprise.

After all, that laughter is the "color" returned by people who are close to the peak of the master, and it must be better than the innate masters of this world.

However, this pair of red dragons with extraordinary backgrounds seemed to add fuel to the fire, and they immediately gave up the idea of ​​playing.

Lin beard is undulating ferociously, and the long red body stretches for thousands of miles. As the color of anger becomes brighter, the entire sky becomes a purgatory of burning seas.

The dragon's eyes are huge and frightening. Is it a joke to cultivate the strength of dragon energy cultivated by a world of ten thousand years of luck?

It's nothing more than a master warrior, Chilong was annoyed that he was frightened by the opponent, curled up on the spot and wanted to travel tens of thousands of miles directly to rub the person who dared to embarrass them on the ground.

Just when the vision was about to move and prepare to expand further, a hand slashing from across the sky steadily pressed down on Jiulong. Compared with the counterattack by Zen Master Dabei and others who didn't even set off a splash, how could this gap in strength be the same?

Seeing Long Weitian's palm, which was angry at Wuwu, was invisible but repressive. All the fierce red dragons suddenly seemed to have met their nemesis, and they were sluggish under the palm, without any sense of majesty.

Taking back these guys who caused trouble as soon as they came out, Ji Xianjun looked far into the sky, and said to himself: "It really caused me a lot of trouble."

At this time, Chilong, who had been obediently staying in the seal, huddled up with grievances.

Overseas Baiyun City.

Ye Gucheng, who was in a stalemate with a certain pressure outside the sky, suddenly felt his body loosen, subconsciously staggered back a few steps, and the sword in his hand drooped unconsciously.

"finished?"

After he finished speaking thoughtfully, he recalled the understatement of the other party when he dealt with his sword with all his strength, and his calm eyes suddenly burned with surging fighting intent.

"I don't know who the opponent is, are you willing to fight with me!"

While speaking, Ye Gucheng looked towards the direction where the phantom of the dragon body had appeared, and at this time, there were not many people who had the same movement as him.

The main altar of the Western Demon Cult is only a place where the leader can rest.

There are countless beautiful Rakshasa women around Yu Luocha, their graceful limbs are wrapped in light veils, and the gorgeous jewelry dresses these exotic women like witches and goblins, but the people they serve wholeheartedly are the real devil kings.

Somehow the crimson mist hides the man's figure and appearance, only one part of his body is exposed to everyone's eyes, but it can bring extreme terror.

A pair of green eyes are the most beautiful part of any beauty, but in a blood-red mist, there are only ghosts and ghosts left.

Only such ghostly people can frighten many Shura evil spirits of the Demon Cult of the Western Regions. As the name suggests, the Jade Rakshasa is the King of Rakshasa among the ghosts.

Anyone who served him did not treat him as a human being. In their hearts, Yu Luocha might be a god or a demon king, but no one dared to treat him as a human being.

However, these women who had already engraved the above content into their bones as the truth of survival, were horrified to find that this god, this demon king, actually vomited blood.

He vomited out a mouthful of blood in front of them... No, that might not be called vomiting, but collapsing.

Compared with the wet red color falling on the white blanket, the fog that has brought people great fear from the beginning to the end is disappearing, but the woman who first saw the red color of the clothes under the fog has not reacted yet, her head is no longer there. The beautiful and slender jade neck that had been admired by everyone was on it.

"what!!!!"

The rest of the Rakshasa women screamed miserably one after another. Compared with the appearance of the leader, the tragic death of their colleagues is the most important thing at the moment.

And most importantly, will they also fail to survive!

Suo Xing Yu Luocha recovered from his injuries very quickly, and the dissipated mist was quickly rectified and shrouded him again.

"Curiosity killed the cat, don't you think, my kitten?"

He hugged the woman who was closest to him but didn't make any noise, and watched her trembling like a kitten lying in his arms.

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Luocha's mouth, but the women he glanced at all looked like they were poured with cold water on a cold day, and the chill to the bone immediately awakened their minds, and they started their previous work in an orderly manner.

As for the female corpse, it was abandoned by the tent as if it had been forgotten, and it would not take long for someone to dispose of it.

Master Yuda, whose life has always been a forest of wine and meat, bit off the grape that the Rakshasa girl handed to him. Usually he would jokingly enjoy the fear that these people showed from the bottom of their hearts in order to serve a monster, but today he seemed absent-minded.

It would be better to say that he vomited blood after being beaten by a "person" who didn't even see his face clearly. It was difficult for Yu Luocha, who held a grudge, to continue enjoying life comfortably.

"I was just being careless..."

Thinking carefully about the previous confrontation, he said affirmatively, and after he finished speaking, he ordered someone to investigate the vision just now, although he knew that the movement of that level was definitely not visible to ordinary people, but...

"Go and find out what new faces have appeared in the arena recently, heh, it's so interesting, but there is such a big commotion at this time, and the other party doesn't seem to be an easy-going lamp."

Yu Luocha thought about those old acquaintances in the martial arts, and suddenly felt that it would be better to have more faces.

"Otherwise, there is a pool of stagnant water, what am I going to play?"

The old acquaintances he talked about, such as the owner of Wuming Island, a little old man who looks ordinary, his dry body has become thinner and thinner after the invisible confrontation with the red dragon shadow, and it is not at all obvious that he can make the red dragon Shocking strength.

Now he stood at the bow of the boat facing the sea breeze, shaking his shoulders, gathered his clothes, and acted like an ordinary old man who couldn't stand the cold, not a peerless expert.

But this is also the most confusing place for the nameless island owner.

The little old man huddled, his eyes swept over the unconscious crew members on the ship, there was a lot of movement just now, although they didn't wake them up, the aftermath of the momentum still knocked them out to a certain extent.

Although he didn't vomit blood like Yu Luosha, but he was also affected to a certain extent by the furious red dragon's counterattack just like the other masters of the martial arts.

But the little old man was older and stronger than them, so he became the only one who saw the true appearance of the giant palm's handprint.

Wu Ming was so overjoyed that he wanted to sing a song when he thought of the fragile appearance of Long Ying, which made him feel troublesome, and he had no power to fight back.

The stronger the opponent is, the more he proves that the more he will benefit from defeating him.

Even if he had seen Chilong, the little old man didn't think he would lose to anyone.

Think about it too, for a martial arts prodigy who has long felt that he is invincible and number one in the world, how can he convince others?

It had to be a blow to the extent of a slap in the face, in order to shatter his three views cultivated over the years.

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