The dull sound of fists was like a waterfall down from the nine heavens, which was so heavy that it was suffocating. All the monks' mouths were all shaking, including the monks who transformed the gods!

Qingniu's eyes were wide open, and he swallowed hard. How could this guy grow so fast? This is only the early stage of the Nascent Soul. If he reaches the transformation of God, if he reaches the transformation of God, suddenly, he found that he dared not think about it anymore and could not think about it anymore. Could it be that Zhou Liang would kill himself to death with one punch when he arrives in the transformation of God?

He must kill this son before this to obtain the Beast Control Sutra. This is the first belief that the Qingniu Xiong's mouth beats as if nothing. Unconsciously, he walked towards Wujizhou and Tianjizi.

The Heaven Prisoning Array, the Ten Thousand Talisman Array, the Supreme Relentless Array, the Heavenly Sword Array, and the four major formations could not suppress Zhou Liang, and the beauty in the sky could not block the hot golden light.

The sunset is setting, and the blood-red sunlight dyes the sunset red. The sunset is bright, bright like a woman who has just left the house. She smiles shyly and is bright and unparalleled!

When a pair of blood-filled fists slowly stretched out from the formation full of beauty, it was slowly like a walker carrying a hundred thousand mountains on his back!

"Oh my God!" The male cultivator was fine. When a female cultivator saw these arms, she shouted in horror. There was not a trace of intact on her right arm. All the skin was torn apart, and the flesh on her arms began to roll, like pieces of meat that were constantly fried in a oil pan!

The blood vessels on the wrist were slowly bleeding, and the light golden blood spread throughout the right arm, mixed with the rolling flesh and blood, and the slightly violent crystal white bones seemed to announce how difficult it was to preserve it.

No one is not shocked, no one is not afraid, stretching out bit by bit, the sounds around began to become quiet, the sound of magic weapons attacking began to stop, the blood-red sunset, the people who were out of the house seemed to be welcoming the return of their husbands, becoming more and more beautiful!

The other pair of arms were also stretched out, which was even more terrifying. All the finger bones were thrust out. From a distance, there was no trace of blood on the left hand, however!

In such a quiet environment, Zhou Liang did not make a sound, as if these two arms were no different from usual, and even better than usual.

His throat seemed to swallow hard, and a gentle and rough voice clearly entered every monk's ears, and his head slowly emerged!

Forty-nine people and forty-nine genius monks were surrounded and he was surrounded and killed several times before he even had time to set up his own killing plan!

Is it fair? If someone asks this question, everyone will definitely look at him with an extremely idiotic look. Is it funny? It is indeed funny. For monks who are not sure whether there is any threat, we will erase them first!

Maybe Zhou Liang could still see his face before entering, but when this slightly distorted face appeared in front of everyone again, all the monks took a breath of air conditioning.

The middle of the forehead extends directly to the center of the eyebrows. The mark is no longer visible. The white bones that split from it are telling the world that it is an unyielding head!

The flesh and blood near the mouth chun seemed to be strangled by the iron chain, and the corners of the mouth that were squeezed tightly because of the tightening. However, even so, Zhou Liang still looked at Qinglin, Xu Fan, and all the disciples of the Formation Sect, and smiled honestly!

This laugh, the world changes, this laugh, all the monks of the Formation Sect cry, this laugh, Zhao Qingran Junwei is like a thunder strike in the xiong, this laugh seems to have taken life and death indifferent!

His figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of a disciple of the Tianjian Sect. This cultivator deserves to be a genius and reacts quickly.

However, he had only had time to block the flying sword in front of him. Crack, a crisp breaking sound came into everyone's ears. Jian Wuming suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Dare you, thief!"

Dare you? The crystal bone hand directly held the monk's throat, and it was twisted before it could make a sound.

Guru, all the monks had their throats stuck, and some monks couldn't help but mock their necks, as if his neck would be twisted like the monk of the Tianjian Sect in the next moment!

It doesn’t matter if it is twisted, a blue-black sword light passes by, and a piece of head blood is scattered, like a rose that blooms instantly, so beautiful that it is so thrilling! It is sprinkled beside the forty-eight monks, all the god-transforming monks, the supreme devil xiong, and in the sky, reflecting the sunset!

His figure disappeared again, and only a headless corpse left in front of everyone. The blood gushed out of his neck was still slowly seeping into the vast golden desert, completing the first step of the natural cycle!

Deadly silent, Zhao Qingran stood in front of Jian Wuming faintly, sneered at the corner of her mouth, and her whole body was in a battle spirit soared into the sky. As long as Jian Wuming dared to move, he rushed forward the first time and expanded the Yin Yang array to the extreme. He remembered the honest young smile in the Yin Yang Palace back then. Shouldn’t the God-Transforming Cultivator do what the God-Transforming Cultivator should do?

With a shrinking ground into an inch, this escape magic power that had long disappeared from the cultivation world for a long time was now used by Zhou Liang again, and lingering in the ears of the remaining forty-eight monks, only the howling wind in the desert was left!

Puff! Another blood was pouring out, and Zhou Liang's figure disappeared again. At this moment, he was like a perfect hunter, completing his final harvest in this rich hunting ground!

Wu Jiuzhou suddenly felt that his heart was cold. This feeling was so comfortable. Seeing the monk Wuqing Sect die in Zhou Liang's hands, he had no intention of taking action, nor any pity, and even had a little comfort. Yes, just kill this way, kill it happily, because the pleasure brought by the cold even made him sing!

The breath of death enveloped all the monks' heads, including the so-called talisman death, and they all tightened their necks, very afraid that they would be themselves the next moment!

This is the genius monk. In the face of absolute death, he only has the instinct of survival, which prompts him and directly tells him that he should use his hands to protect the part that is about to spray blood!

Suddenly, a sea of ​​blood appeared under their feet, and the sea of ​​blood seemed a little clear, and nothing seemed to be seen except blood.

The faint chanting of "Ten Thousand Demons True Ancestor" is like the countless great demons climbing up in the Nine Abysses. A small cauldron above Zhou Liang's head is rising violently. The huge sword intent seems to be about to cover the world. The corner of his mouth still smiles, and he said gently and slowly, "Anyone who kills my disciples of the Formation Sect will eat his flesh alive and his death. The flesh and blood are gone, the soul will not exist, the blue sky disappears, and the yellow springs will be destroyed, and they will also kill them, just like slaughtering a dog!"

"The flesh and blood are gone, the soul is gone, the blue sky disappears, the yellow springs are destroyed, and they must be killed, just like slaughtering a dog!" All the disciples of the Formation Sect roared wildly again, and the furious black lion was scattering teeth and claws.

What kind of sect is this? Huangfu Xinjian suddenly had the urge to cry. The world's number one sect, haha, he suddenly had a sad sneer, family affection, friendship, love, love, he couldn't even recall the smell of love, even the little bitterness!

"When the yin Yang is in chaos, the sun will be stained with my demon blood!" His clear eyes, looking at the blood-red sky, his hands suddenly began to change, and his crystal bone hands quickly passed through the afterimage in the air, "Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Tribulation Technique"!

Fu Shen was so nervous that he was about to die of death. The blood sea of ​​yellow springs around him made him suffocate his mouth. However, when Zhou Liang shouted out the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Tribulation Technique, he was even stunned, his consciousness was a little dazed, am I a monster?

The reaction was too late. When the forty-eight genius monks who were above the top appeared again, dark clouds were all over their heads. This was not an ordinary cloud of surrender, but a cloud of killing!

"The Buddha's Kingdom comes out, and the people are broken!" The crystal clear hands spread out again. In the slowly spread out hands, a huge Buddha's Kingdom emerged from it, as if the last innocence was carefully cared for!

"Run out quickly, otherwise we will definitely die!" Fu He's whole body suddenly became dry, and he sacrificed most of his life, the undead talisman!

All the remaining monks of Wanfu Sect sacrificed their strongest magical powers, and entangled with the undead talisman, spreading towards all the Buddhist sons in the sky!

"Om!" Haodàng's Buddha sound was like the first bell in the morning. The bell sounded slowly and thought-provoking. All the monks fell into a trance. Fu De seemed to have returned to the warmth that seemed to be there in his father's eyes. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His father's smile was so happy. It was the most beautiful memory of his life!

Why is my perspective a little distorted? The sunset continues to move with his pupils, and there are also forty-seven living heads moving!

The Netherworld Sword is like a blue and black meteor, directly in the Yellow Spring of the Blood Sea, partitioning the heads of forty-eight people. The demonic xing of this flying sword is getting stronger and stronger. Their demonic infant Nascent Soul was swallowed before it flew out!

Who? Who can have such combat power? Who can have such a murderous intention to cut off all the forty-nine monks, just like slaughtering dogs!

"It's like slaughtering a dog!" A casual cultivator murmured to himself, it's really like slaughtering a dog. The rich blood slowly condensed around Zhou Liang, and the sticky suffocation that could not be dissolved!

There seemed to be forty-nine unjusts in the picture of the Yellow Springs. They seemed to want to struggle out of the springs. Zhou Liang glanced lightly, "Can you still allow me to come out?"

A transparent blood Yuanying suddenly appeared above his head, his little hands kept flying, and the rich blood energy was like the light of the sword, heading straight for the sunset above!

The sky seemed to move with it. A faint breeze blew across the corner of the blood-stained clothes. The blood-looking hair that looked a little messy was slowly blown, like colorful red silk floating in the air, crystal clear, the corners of his mouth were gently opened, and the white teeth were flashing red, and the mixed plasma penetrated into his throat, but made his tongue more flexible!

"I want this place, know the humble existence, I want this sky to crack!" Zhou Liang's arms suddenly began to grow, and the magical effect of the God King's Golden Spirit was activated again. The Slaying Banquet, and he had just drunk a glass of blood wine in the yellow spring!
Chapter completed!