"Give it to death!"

Meng Fan shouted loudly, swung his legs suddenly, his legs rising like dragons and snakes, and he thrust towards the horse demon fiercely.

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but it only takes one night for a villain to take revenge.

Meng Fan thinks he is not a villain, but he cannot be called a gentleman.

What's more, the Jumo once repeatedly designed to harm him. If he couldn't take revenge, he wouldn't kill the other party under the fist, Meng Fan always felt uneasy.

Meng Fan used the most ferocious physical attack, and his legs swung like dragons and snakes, and hit the other party heavily.

"puff!"

Finally, the horse demon could not hold on, and his body quickly cracked, and the sound continued. There were dozens of bloody flowers blooming around his body, and his body was disintegrating. Meng Fan's right palm was like a knife, slashing on his shoulder, cutting off a piece of flesh and blood from the horse demon's shoulder.

"And in the past!" The horse demon roared angrily.

"You can't kill me! I have nine clones! Hahaha!" The komo mocked again.

He didn't believe that Meng Fan could eliminate his nine clones one by one, not to mention that he had just notified all the other clones and woke up immediately.

Now he has already fled far away.

The Demon Clan Continent is so big that he just needs to find a secluded cave to hide, and Meng Fan has no choice but to do anything to him.

"When did I say I wanted to kill you?" Meng Fan sneered.

His fist changed and he actually stretched out his two fingers and pointed them heavily on the middle of the horse demon's eyebrows.

"The technique of living puppet, practice!"

Meng Fan shouted loudly, and a bone-like mark fell heavily on the forehead of the foal demon along his fingers.

The demon cried out, and his body was no longer split. All wounds healed, and a breath that belonged only to the living puppet appeared on him.

"Ah! Never! I will never be your slave!" The ju De roared in fear. If Meng Fan killed him, he would lose at most one clone, but if Meng Fan used the technique of living puppet to control him, the rest of his clone would also be affected.

Although they are not controlled, they can find out where they are through their connection with this clone.

The demon of the jutsu was unwilling to become Meng Fan's living puppet, and an infinite divine light burst out from his eyebrows, igniting his own life and burning himself!

The demon wanted to ignite himself, and pulled Meng Fan and took him on the road together.

Meng Fan looked calm and seemed not surprised at all.

He stretched out his other hand, stretched out two fingers from his hand, and pointed heavily on the chest of the demon.

In just an instant, the flames on the body of the horse demon were extinguished, as if they were suppressed by some force.

"Ah! Never! I will never be your slave!" The jutsu demon was really scared. A monk who mastered the living puppet technique was also called an evil cultivator. If it fell into the hands of such monks, it would be better than death.

"You can't help it." The koji sneered, and saw a golden flame igniting from his finger pressed on the koji's chest, and a long fox tail grew behind him.

The fox's tail is illusory, not real. But as soon as this tail appears, the horse demon becomes even more frightened!

The tail directly penetrated into the body of the foal demon and destroyed all the resistance in his body.

In the end, the Joo Demon's eyes dimmed and he completely lost the ability to resist.

The bone mark finally fell on the middle of the horse demon's eyebrows and sealed him.

An angry roar came from the bone mark, which was the soul of the horn demon roaring.

"Don't worry, wait until I find your remaining soul and seal it together." Meng Fan smiled sly, then waved his hand, leaving here with the living puppet demon and Ma Ju, and continuing to look for the next target.

The distant demonic continent.

In a palace made of huge white bones, a demon monk in a scarlet cloak sat quietly on the bone throne made of white bones.

He knelt down at several demon cultivators with great cultivation.

One of the demon cultivators said: "Master Demon Lord, there is turmoil within the demon clan. Should I send demon scouts to find out?"

A demon monk made of a skeleton next to him asked in confusion: "The demon clan is in turmoil? Could it be a trap?"

Soul flames flashed in his eye sockets. Although he looked extremely strange, the aura emitted by the white bone demon clan was extremely strong.

"Train? Not impossible." The Demon Lord on the Bone Throne said coldly. "This is not the first time the Demon Clan has played the yin. I want to play the old tricks of the human race again? The old Demon Emperor abdicated, and the new Emperor couldn't wait to take the throne, so a mutiny broke out. Now the Demon Clan is becoming more and more similar to the human race."

"Demon Lord, why not let Lan Li go for the Demon Lord and test the reality of the demon clan." A charming woman said with a smile.

The charming woman covered her face with a white gauze, revealing only her seductive eyes of a pair of phoenixes.

You could vaguely see the hot red lips under the white gauze, which made all the male cultivators feel excited.

This woman has an extraordinary breath. Every time she beats her heart, it seems to be in harmony with the way of heaven, and every breath can suck the spirituality in a world.

It is said that some people with special physiques who have a blind date with the Dadao can induce some laws of heaven and earth, thus nourishing themselves all the time.

The demon cultivators under the Demon Lord's throne changed their faces and advised: "No! The saint's cultivation is still shallow. If the demon clan is plotted against, it will be a bad thing!"

"Yes, the Saint is the perfect spiritual god that is rare in my demon race in a thousand years and has a demon physique. If there is an accident, I'm afraid."

"Let me let this demon general go to the demon clan instead of the saint."

They are all interested in the saints, so they don’t want Lan Li to show up in public and want to show their charm now.

But the Demon Lord on the Bone Throne frowned slightly and looked at the charming woman.

"Holy lady, are you sure?" asked the Demon Lord.

The charming woman didn't speak for a while, as if she was feeling something.

After a while, the charming woman opened her eyes and her red lips moved slightly, but the demon generals could not hear any sound.

However, the Demon Lord's face became more and more exciting.

But after a cup of tea, the Demon Lord suddenly laughed: "Okay! This matter will be led by you. In addition, the Demon Lord sent another demon corpse clone to protect you."

"Thank you, Lord Demon Lord." The saint Lan Li's red lips slightly opened.

The human continent adjacent to the demon continent.

An old immortal with a fairy spirit was sitting alone facing a chessboard, with no expression on his face.

The old immortal is not a foreign object, as if all the troubles in the outside world have nothing to do with him.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!"

Just as the old immortal was about to fall down a chess piece, an old man with a crane hair and a young face suddenly rushed in with a flying sword, breaking the precious silence here.

The old immortal did not look up, but still kept his slow and firm movements to drop the chess piece.

But the old man with white beard with crane hair and a young face could not calm down and shouted to the old immortal: "Senior brother! The purple star moved last night! The national fortune will change, and the building will collapse! The world is probably going to change the world!"

Because the stars all over the sky are circling around the North Star, the ancients called Ziwei Star the Lord of all stars. Corresponding to the mortal world, it refers to the king of a country. Ziwei Star has the momentum of being the only one, the supreme authority, and is the master of all stars.

Therefore, Ziwei Star is also called Ziwei Emperor Star.

If the purple star flashes, it means that the imperial power is unstable and there is a very likely major change.

If the Purple Micro-Star falls, it represents the withering of a human emperor, and it may also represent the disappearance of an old dynasty.

"The Canglong curled up on the left, the White Tiger was fiercely holding on the right, the Vermillion Bird was winging in front, and the Spiritual Turtle was headed behind." The old immortal seemed to have not heard what Gong Yang Tengyi said, and was still fiddling with chess pieces on the chessboard.

"Senior Brother!" Gong Yang Tengyi shouted anxiously, "The Sword Sect was born with the will of heaven. You and I have vowed to fight for the son of destiny. Sixty years ago, the old man emperor had the destiny of heaven and the true dragon fate, and the sword Sect would follow him. If fate changed today, the old man emperor's true dragon fate was also declining. It is time to find the next son of destiny!"

"Gada." The chess piece in the old immortal's hand fell on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

The old immortal did not look up and said to himself: "Junior brother, have you never doubted the significance of the existence of the Sword Sect over the years?"

"The meaning of existence?" Gong Yang Tengyi was stunned. Isn't the meaning of existence of the Sword Sect protecting the stability of the human race and protecting the sons of destiny of each generation?

"Sixteen years ago, the child of Beifeng asked me, what is destiny?"

"Is the destiny of heaven the world the general trend, separation, separation, separation, separation, and separation. If so, why would there be an emperor who wants to unify for thousands of years?"

"If everything has its own fate, why are there so many people trying to break the destiny?" The old immortal spoke while playing chess with him.

"Isn't practice a process of taking away fate and usurping the destiny? But why are so many people trying to return to destiny?"

"If the destiny of heaven wants to destroy the human race, should the sword sect that adheres to the will of heaven be protected or destroyed?"

“Aren’t these two contradictory?”

At this time, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard just occupied the entire chessboard, and the number was exactly half of each.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Gong Yang Tengyi's forehead. Over the years, he had never doubted the significance of the existence of the Sword Sect. He had always believed that the Sword Sect was born for the human race and for the son of destiny.

He once thought that Xu Chang'an, Meng Beifeng and others were all confused, so how could they do something rebellious?

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that their target is not the throne, but the destiny!

They wanted to break the shackles of destiny handcuffed to the sword sect and the human race!

Destiny is a cycle, just like a person's life, from birth to youth, then to middle age, and finally to death.

Destiny is like an invisible big hand, creating all this and destroying all this.

But countless people want to break this cycle. They want to live forever and unify forever.

"Senior brother, how could you not?" Gong Yang Tengyi swallowed. He always felt that the old immortal's attitude today was a little wrong, just like Xu Chang'an and Meng Beifeng back then.
Chapter completed!