"Husband, what are you here to do?" Qinglin smiled softly, and her peerless face almost eclipsed the world of all directions. Zhou Liang touched his head and looked at the Nascent Soul monk who was facing her. "Fellow Taoist, if you don't leave, there will be another blood on my robe!"

The Nascent Soul monk worked hard for hundreds of years and practiced day and night to visit the treasure and meditate to obtain the Nascent Soul position. How could he die easily? Especially Zhou Liang's eyes and the black wind lingering beside him!

It completely broke his mind. Zhou Liang laughed, took his wife's thin willow waist and came to Mo Junyi.

How many light-attributed cultivators are there in the Middle Earth Continent? "You are the sect leader, how can you help your wife everywhere and let your disciples view it." Mo Junyi couldn't help but say a message when she saw Zhou Liang bringing Qinglin over.

What is this? Zhou Liang glanced at Qinglin and came to the "two ancestors" of the Four Elephant Divine Array jointly arranged by Lao Gu and Lao Qiu.

"You still haven't done it?" Old Qiu shouted suddenly, and Zhou Liang felt a chill in his heart. Master Qiu looked gentle and elegant, but he could not have imagined that he was so cruel.

Who can not kill life and death? Who can not be beaten by wind and frost in the sky! The Buddha's Kingdom in the palm stretched out again, and the Four Symbols Divine Array slowly searched.

"Friends of Taoism, go out quickly. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time!" One of the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly yelled, from Wanfu Sect, hundreds of thousands of explosive flame talismans?

Boom boom boom! This is not a low-level explosive flame talisman, but a high-level material. The materials used are not simple, but a pill-breaking stone that can damage the golden elixir monk!

"So fierce!" Zhou Liang quickly took back the Taoist robe covering the sky. Under such a powerful explosion, even if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be seriously injured!

"It's now!" The monk from Wanfu Sect saw the blown-up exit and rushed out with the three monks behind!

"Where can you go!" Zhou Liang's hands transformed again, the Buddha's hands suddenly slapped out, and his big feet stepped on again!

"Boy, dare!" The four Nascent Soul cultivators were far from expecting that Zhou Liang was just a early stage of Nascent Soul cultivator, so he dared to be so arrogant. However, when they saw the bloody head hanging around Zhou Liang's waist, their faces changed drastically!

Because the monks of Wanfu Sect recognized one of them as Fuzi. Who is Fuzi? In Wanfu Sect, it is a secret and a secret. It is not a secret or a secret. This guy dares to kill even the illegitimate son of Fuji God!

The four of them used their unique skills. Zhou Liang's Buddha Kingdom had not yet been formed. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that he was about to escape. Old Old Qiu snorted coldly, "If you want to leave, just leave?"

The four people even escaped in all directions, but when they were a hundred feet away, they found a blue transparent barrier blocking their way "Four-side Divine Beast Array!"

"Fellow Taoist Zuo, your memory is quite good. In the battle, I suffered the loss of the four divine beast formations in the four directions. Now a hundred years have passed, and you still have such a memory." Lao Gu smiled faintly and looked at the chaotic battlefield!

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, when did you start to study this formation? I remember you are not a monk of the Four Symbols." The monk of the Nascent Soul hair was scattered and seemed a little unwilling to accept it.

"Of course, it's not a four-symbol monk, but he has joined some Liuhe formations." Lao Qiu smiled coldly. "If the Star Palace Infinite Array had not been opened, you would have been tempered by the Starlight today!"

Zhou Liang felt cold in his heart. Is the Star Palace Infinite Formation still effective? He looked at the clear sky above, but unfortunately the formation really cannot be opened. If it is opened, I am afraid that all the Mahayana cultivators in all directions will arrive, and it will not be so simple at that time.

The four Nascent Soul Cultivators were trapped in the Four Symbol Divine Formation and could not come out for a moment. Zhou Liang reached into the formation with both hands and slowly moved closer.

The Buddhist mantra suddenly spread, bursts of Buddhist students sing Zen endlessly, the gray vows spread endlessly, the sea of ​​blood surging and no one can stop it, and the blood lotus is like hell!

A quarter of an hour later, the four Nascent Soul cultivators died again, and there were four more human heads on Zhou Liang's waist, and four more blood stains on the Taoist robe covering the sky and the sun!

All the monks were shocked. Zhou Liang stood on the blood lotus and looked around. "When will you not get out of here?"

Many cultivators from the Tianjian Sect, Wanfu Sect, Wuqing Sect, and Sanxian Alliance retreated one after another, and as for the Jindan cultivators, they naturally suffered many casualties.

Tens of thousands of cultivators retreated at the same time, which was a great opportunity. How could the Formation Sect let go? Zhou Liang chased and killed him all the way. Qiu Yusha Jianming had no choice but to retreat again.

Retreat, retreated all the way, chased and killed Baili continuously, and came outside Longmen Inn. The flags were floating above. Jian Wuming stood in front of the inn lightly, looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators rushing towards him, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Zheng Master Zhou, why don't you go back here?" A flying sword behind Jian Wuming's back was floating and floating, and the pressure of the god-turning pressure spread.

The Jindan monks of the Formation Sect could not bear it, either knelt down all, or knelt down half a step. The Nascent Soul monks such as Zhou Liang were in pairs, and they also looked muscular, sweating, and the pressure of the god-transforming monks. Who can resist the presence of the people present?

Zhou Liang's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he slowly stepped forward step by step. His footprints were deeply stepped on the ground. With a casual wave, the Emperor's Sword reached Jian Wuming's hand. "The sword is matched with a hero, such a good sword, and he gave it to the wrong successor."

Jian Wuming took back the Emperor's Sword, and his heart was shocked. He had released the eighth level of pressure from the mid-stage cultivator in the mid-stage God Transformation Cultivator. This boy could still resist it and walked over step by step. Is this kid really a early-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul?

"The nameless sword god-turning cultivator is here. My ancestor Junwei of the Formation Sect is in seclusion and has no time to come to do such leisurely things. This sect leader will say goodbye!" Zhou Liang looked at the big flag "Longmen Inn" outside the inn. One day, the little ancestor will cut off the big flag!

"Many fellow disciples, come back to the sect!" Zhou Liang laughed wildly at the supreme devil king who had met in the ruins of the Sea God. The ancestor Wanfu and Tianjizi also arrived from the sect.

"If you don't kill this son, I will not be a god-transforming cultivator!" Tianjizi's eyes suddenly burst, and after the explosion, they recovered again. The monks of the Sanxian League next to him did not dare to say anything, their whole body trembled, and the god-transforming cultivator was angry, and blood flowed into a river.

"Go back, someone will deal with this person." Old Ancestor Wan Fu looked at Zhou Liang indifferently. For him, the resources and interests of the sect? The Mahayana period is his dream. Isn't there any other talisman god?

Zhou Liang led many cultivators to slowly retreat, allowing Jian Wuming to take action. He did not have the courage to return to the sect and count the casualties!

More than fifty Jindan monks were killed and injured, hundreds of them were killed, and two Nascent Soul monks were killed, one died and the other was injured. As for the other sect, most of them were killed by Zhou Liang!

In this battle, you can kill the majesty of the Formation Sect, the domineering aura of the Formation Sect, and the foundation of the Formation Sect, and even kill Zhou Liang's reputation. If you used to think that Zhou Liang was just a person who had fled like a dog for fifteen years, even at the Tianjian Conference, you still think that the world is so great and the talent is so extraordinary. Zhou Liang is just one of them!

Now the Fuzi, Tian Mozi, and seven or eight Yuanying Demon King monks hanging outside the Yin and Yang Hall of the Formation Sect, you will think of the black-haired young man who is stomping on the Blood Lotus and boundless sea of ​​blood, and you will always remember the words that will not leave.

"Where is Xu Fan?"

"Disciple is here!"

"Prepare to hide the monk and investigate the surroundings in case of accidents."

"yes!"

"Where is the pair?"

"Disciple is here!"

"Treat all injured monks, tap the number of disciples of all sects, check all the areas around the world, and make sure that no spies left to escape the net." Zhou Liang looked cold and paused for a moment. "Also, clean up all the corpses of monks and send them back to each sect."

Xu Fan's face was a little hesitant and said, "Senior Brother, these corpses are executed by a fire-type magic. How can such trouble be needed?"

Zhou Liang smiled faintly, his eyes drifted toward the East China Sea, as if he saw Wu Jiuzhou, Tianjizi roared angrily, "We are born to have a trip to the next life, and the mortals are still buried in peace. The sects are in war, and the crime is not on me, so send it back."

"Yes!" Xu Fan nodded, and the rest of the people went back to take a shift. Zhou Liang sat on the chair and took a big breath.

He snatched the Taoist robe from the sky and the sun and sacrificed it directly. Seven or eight bright red blood stains had stained the Taoist robe. Zhou Liang touched the Taoist robe that was black. "Is the life of a monk really so despicable?"

Zhou Liang looked up at the huge Yin and Yang Hall, and he was the only one. Yin and Yangzi didn't know where to go. For some reason, his heart was a little tired and very tired, and his eyes began to close involuntarily. In the blink of an eye, he actually fell asleep.

The only difference between cultivators and mortals is that they have more qualifications to cultivate immortals. Cultivating immortals is not becoming immortals. Until now, what immortals are still unclear in the eyes of all those who have not ascended, and it is even more distant to Zhou Liang.

The heavy breathing echoed in the silent hall. No one seemed to notice that the blood stained around Zhou Liang began to slowly evaporate, and rich blood qi lingered around him, and the black wind filled it, as if it had transformed into shape!

Zhou Liang, who was sleeping deeply, might know, maybe he didn't know, he just sat on this chair to rest, he had never wanted to do this chair.

The Immortal Dream Continent is still vicissitudes, the Middle Earth and East China Sea are still vast, and all sects are still in turmoil. The heroes, heroes, ghosts and monsters are all in a noisy and turbulent way, but it has just begun.
Chapter completed!