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Chapter 91: Yan Extermination (Part 2)

Luo Changfeng stood above the sky holding a butcher knife in his hand.

The snow hit his face, his hair was disguised, and his eyes burst out with sharp red sword lights.

He stared at the dragon-robed figure who was emitting a flowing flame in the distance.

The evil eyes looked like half a foot that hurt the man who was about to die when he entered the gates of hell.

The butcher's knife emitted a rich blood and swayed all over his body along his arms, and then rolled out the blood and qi. He was like an evil star walking out of hell, with countless unjust souls wailing in the vast blood and qi around him.

The blood and energy vision deep in the sky made countless people in the Bailou Gate frightened!

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"How could he do this?" Jiang Manlou, who was driving the nine-headed giant bird away from the sky, frowned when the battlefield was filled with blood. Seeing that Luo Changfeng was eroded by blood when he held the knife, he couldn't help but frowned.

"You might as well ask what kind of knife it is." Chongyang, the new master of the Demon Sect, who was covered with a wide black robe, was obviously a little afraid of the aura emitted by the butcher's knife, and he said coldly.

"Academy butcher's knife?" Jiang Manlou asked.

"Do you know the origin of the butcher knife?" Chongyang asked back.

"It is said that what Bodhi Patriarch got from the hands of the ascetic monk, the ascetic monk put down his butcher's knife and then immediately became a Buddha!"

The legend about the academy butcher's knife is no longer a secret prohibited by the academy rules. Jiang Manlou was born in the world's No. 1 family in the world, and is quite proficient in the art of casting divine weapons. He was also a disciple of the academy. It is not surprising to know the origin of the butcher's knife.

"Everyone knows that put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the spot! But what if the butcher's knife is in your hand?"

After only half of the words of Chongyang, he fell into silence.

It was not because of his taciturn style, but because he didn't need to say much.

What should I do if I have a butcher knife in my hand?

He believed that no matter Jiang Manlou or Jun Zeyu, everyone could guess the ending of this revenge story.

That must be a sad ending...

The butcher's knife means a knife of killing.

Ordinary people are just unable to hold on to themselves and end up being inhumane or killing innocent people indiscriminately. Because they don’t know how to restrain or suppress demonic nature.

If a Buddhist practitioner in the Buddhist family holds a killing sword and cannot control his Buddha nature, you can imagine how serious the butcher knife is.

What's more, the ascetic monk who put down his butcher's knife had the supreme Buddha nature to become a Buddha on his own! If his Buddha nature is as deep as the vast sea, then the magic nature of the butcher's knife is as high as the peaks!

How is Luo Changfeng compared?

A young man who started to avenge his blood and seeks for his life since he was thirteen years old.

A person who desires infinite power to devote himself to killing Yan Bailou at this moment.

He did not have the concentration and Buddha nature that restrained the blood evil spirit of the butcher knife as much as the Buddhists.

He didn't even have the normal mind of ordinary people.

He is even worse than the master Wuxiang Dao Sect’s boundless Taoism.

He just had a knife intention that had been raising for a long time.

The knife intention is exactly the same as the butcher's knife.

The moment he held the knife, the vast sea of sword intent and the evil spirit of the butcher knife combined into one, and the surging blood light hit the sky and thrust the sky into pieces. The sentient beings looked like two open gates above the sky.

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Jun Zeyu, who commanded the 500,000 royal army on the battlefield, beat the drums himself.

The sound of the piano and the pipa are in harmony.

The dance music seems to have come to an end, looking tragic and desolate.

The laughter of Yan Bailou came from the sky.

This hero who was in charge of the Great Yan Empire looked at Luo Changfeng, who was sexually eroded by the butcher knife demon, and he suddenly felt that the other party was a little pitiful.

"Do you want to kill me?" Yan Bailou said with a pity.

"You all want to kill me!"

"It's a pity that you seem to have forgotten where you are."

"This is Dayan! It is the capital of the empire!"

"It's spring here in March, but the wind and snow are everywhere! The mountains, rivers and rivers you see at this moment are destined to become galactic glaciers in the next ten or even a hundred years!"

"And this imperial capital will be a vast silver city of wind and snow!"

Yan Bailou suddenly laughed.

It is a smile that opens its horizons, a smile that looks down on the world.

It seemed as if through the crack of the sky torn apart by the sword light, he saw another wider world.

So he was filled with emotion.

"It is not the cause and effect of Xueer's three-step transformation into the disaster, but the price of my ascension to heaven and saint!"

The sound of Yanbai Tower is everywhere.

He opened his arms as if he was embracing the heaven and earth.

At the same time, a milky white, soft brocade airflow floated from the sky, and countless gazes poured into Yan Bailou's body along the heavenly spirit.

Immediately afterwards, the torrent of luck from all directions surged, pouring towards the figure that was overflowing with light like a sea of rivers.

Yan Bailou's breath became deeper and deeper, and his breathing was in line with the way of heaven.

The holy lights all over him surged.

A thunder tribulation came from the sky, but he grabbed it with his big hand and swallowed it into his stomach.

His long hair danced.

The seven holes overflowed golden light.

He whistled to the sky.

He entered the saint as soon as he stepped into the saint.

He fed with the supreme Ziwei Emperor aura of the Great Yan Emperor and the only remaining faith of the millions of people in this city, and finally broke through the threshold of the divine realm and took a half-step that was not many years away.

Respect the emperor and become a saint!

With a long sleeve, he swept away the endless silver and vastness between heaven and earth. After the mirror of heaven and earth was wiped, what reflected in the eyes of sentient beings was the infinite green of New Year and the green of luxuriant green.

This is the way for the saint to change the celestial phenomena by turning hands and turning hands.

Luo Changfeng, who was eroded by the butcher's knife and was full of magic, could not care about any saint's method. Standing in the endless void of spring and green fields, his eyes were shining with red light, holding the Dragon Cold Spear in his hand, he stabbed the Yan Bailou straight at the Yan Bailou.

go.

In spring, he pierced his eyes with a shot.

The moment the Youlong Han spear stabbed out, the scene in front of him turned to midsummer.

In summer, he set his sword for ten miles and cut off countless bright sunshines.

The setting sun, which had lost its scorching brilliance, is setting in the west, and the mountains and rivers are bleak, withering everywhere.

In autumn, he turned into thirty-six holy lotus, his purity fell into mud, and the fragrance in the world was as good as before.

In the blink of an eye, it was another cold winter with heavy snow covering the sky.

It's still that familiar world.

It is still the iron armored king's army besieged.

Luo Changfeng, who had broken through three kinds of celestial phenomena in a row, returned to reality, looked at the golden body of the saint, and raised the first sword in his hand and slashed it down like this.

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Xue'er rushed up to the city tower at some point. Her little face was covered with pear blossoms and rain.

She shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"No..."

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Luo Changfeng's butcher knife split the sky.

The blood evil spirit instantly submerged the golden saint with the knife mark, and then penetrated along the sky mark.

There was a sound of golden bodies breaking in the world.

Then everything is silent.

Only the blood-red evil river was left silently spreading the sky...

The drum sound fell on the battlefield, the piano sound stopped, and the pipa sounded choked.

Jun Zeyu stood with her sleeves and hands behind her back.

He looked up at the sky, sighed, and resentment echoed the heaven and earth.

The sound of Yuefu is amazing, and the actors gather their dances.

The singer who sang a song of grievances and grievances said again: "Hold the sword far away, carry wine, and walk with the river sky and the fishing lamp. Drunk and lie drunk on the clouds of Wushan, and be rich and prosperous for life. The life and death of the soul is swearing to stimulate the sword energy to sweep the sky.

All the frost, lightning, and the moon is light. The mountains and rivers are vast, and the people are as guests, how many loves and hatreds are there!"

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Luo Changfeng slashed the saint with one sword.

The same sword dispersed the luck of the body stolen from the Great Yan Empire.

After revenge, the blood evil spirit of the butcher knife gradually disappeared from his eyes, and his cultivation level suddenly returned to his original state.

Seeing Yan Bailou burst into pieces with his own eyes, he let go of the knife in his hand and his body fell down like a broken kite again.

"Xue'er, Brother Changfeng is defeated by you."

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The general who commanded the 30,000 Xuan Armored Imperial Guards had only one mission today.

The emperor died.

All the country mourned.

The sound of the gate of the city tower opening seemed to be sobbing.

The general who protected the country ordered Ma Yi to open the city gate and kneel down to welcome the emperor's army before his death.

He had no choice for the millions of people in this city.

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At the same time, on the city tower of the capital of the Great Yan Empire, there was a purple dress waving tears.

Xueer climbed the city tower.