Vol 6 Chapter 7: : Daoist on a donkey

The blood stained the green hills, and the bones were like tides, attracting countless vultures to hover, covering the afterglow of the setting sun, and the noise was endless. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net
It's hard to imagine that a quarter of an hour ago, the fairy mountain of the ascension gate was still a blessed land, and in a blink of an eye it became the Shura hell.
"You kill the strong, grab luck, grab good luck, I can understand, but what do you do to destroy people's families?" In the mysterious golden coffin, Su Jin sat on the Jinghu Lake, looking at standing on the top of the fairy mountain. The young man with flying horns.
"Two reasons." Qi Yu said: "If I only kill their elders, cut the grass but not root, then someone will definitely avenge me in the future, it will be annoying! Secondly, for the sake of fame, I will leave a book with their blood, The one who destroys this door, Northern Demon King Yu, this level of identity will bring me some benefits in the future."
Su Jin said: "The killer is always killed. If you act so surly and arrogantly, you will definitely get retribution."
"Retribution? Haha, do you know why you can still see outside, or even make your voice heard? This is not because of how powerful you are, but because of my gift. I want you to see it with your own eyes, a walk from the northern barren land The young man who has come out, how will he walk in the song and cover it with his fingers!" Qi Yu sneered.
Su Jin: "A smart and vicious person will not advertise how vicious he is. A mature villain is used to pretending to be a good person. And in you, I see inferiority."
"Nonsense, self-righteous." Qi Yu said: "Don't forget that you are now sealed by me, not by you. You are the least qualified to say this."
Su Jin shook her head, unwilling to argue with him again.
He himself wanders between good and evil. If doing the right way is good for him, then he will do the right way; if being an evil demon is good for him, then he will be an evil spirit. EbookFREE.me
He will do the things that cut grass and roots and destroy the whole family, and he will do it, but he will never use this to make a name. They even cover up in every possible way to prevent others from knowing that this is what they did.
Mixing up a notoriety, attracting countless righteous people, young knights stepping forward and succeeding in succession, is not afraid of life and death to come and brush himself as the villain, is it fun?
It's just that the difference between people is bigger than that between people and dogs, and Qi Yu is very keen on this kind of bad name. In the face of countless people chasing and killing people, they have more energy. People resist killing, Buddhas resist killing Buddhas. If the killing is not full of happiness, then follow the masters of these people to find them, destroy their full gates, and then grow up after leaving the blood book. After going away, the fame became more and more prosperous, and it almost reached the level of stopping children from crying among countless sects.
"Look, this is already the nineteenth sect. No one can threaten me, even those so-called righteous monks, who dare not even show their faces now, lest I know their sect and follow this The layers of karma killed them and destroyed them all.
When the snow fell, Qi Yu was carrying a mysterious golden coffin on his shoulder, standing in a sea of ​​blood under a mountain range, and said to Su Jin proudly.
Su Jin still sat cross-legged on Jinghu Lake, calmly said: "It is too rigid and easy to break, so even though hegemony can run rampant for a while, it can't run rampant for a lifetime."
"You are a dead duck with a hard mouth." Seeing that he was still unwilling to be soft, Qi Yu sneered: "If this is the case, then I will stand in front of you to prove that you can still have a hard mouth!"
"To prove the way by killing? With such a vicious idea, it is not an evil spirit, but an evil spirit!" Accompanied by an angry voice, the old Dao with a green sleeves and wide robe, holding an apricot and yellow wooden sword, rides on a donkey, with donkey hoof in the snow A long series of traces were stamped on it.
"Here is another one to die." Qi Yu shook his head and waved to the old way: "Come on, I can let you three tricks."
"Hanging sword and star fighting." Being despised for no reason, the old way didn't explain anything, or even there was no nonsense at all. With a sword swing, the sword gas evolved into a ray of light, and dashed towards Qi Yu's head.
Seeing a "starry sky" smashed down, Qi Yu's expression changed slightly, and he lifted the mysterious golden coffin to block him, without letting the other party make three moves.
"boom!"
The apricot-yellow wooden sword pierced the top of the mysterious golden coffin, and a deep pit was punched out. The loud noise was deafening.
In the world inside the coffin, Su Jin looked up at the collapsed space, cheering for Lao Dao silently in her heart.
Seeing this, it takes no more than a few swords to pierce the world inside the coffin...
Qi Yu looked at this scene with shocking eyes, and lost his voice: "You can actually break the Tongxuan golden coffin, what kind of sword is this sword, and who are you?"
"The one who killed you." Old Dao faintly, bullied himself up, flipped his sword and cut it towards Qi Yu's hands.
Qi Yu could understand that even the mysterious golden coffin couldn't stop the edge of this wooden sword, so how could he dare to try the sword? However, the opponent was within five steps of him at this time, and the huge mysterious golden coffin was difficult to unfold. In order to prevent the fate of breaking his hand, he could only choose to withdraw and retreat.
With this retreat, the Xuanjin coffin was stepped on by the old Dao, no matter how Qi Yu summoned it, there was no response at all.
Lao Dao stood at the end of the Xuanjin coffin, his expression was indifferent and dull, raising his hand and waving his sword, the sword energy condensed into a galaxy.
Qi Yu was beaten with no temper at all, and kept retreating, his eyes fixed on the old Tsing Yi Dao, and gradually he really showed some clues:
The vitality in this old Dao body is very weak, on the contrary, it is full of death, and now this powerful strength is more like a moment of prosperity when he is dying and returning to the light.
Qi Yu believed in his own vision and judgment, but helplessly, he couldn't guess how long it took for the other party to return to the light. What's worse, without the mysterious golden coffin as a weapon, he couldn't compete with the old ways.
After being almost beheaded several times by the Xinghuang Wood Sword, Qi Yu finally resigned, turned around and fled, and disappeared in an instant.
The old Dao wanted to chase, but Mu Ran's face suddenly paled, gritted his teeth, pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, swallowed the blood that was pouring up, and slowly jumped off the coffin.
"Daoist, help..." Su Jin shouted in the coffin.
The old Dao put the Xinghuang Wooden Sword back into the scabbard behind him, pushed open the lid of the coffin with a palm, and looked down at Su Jin who crawled out of the coffin and said, "Who are you? What is the relationship with that Yumo?"
"Enemy!" Su Jin said decisively: "Then Qi Yu sealed me in this coffin, the purpose of which is to let me witness his evil deeds and become a witness to his way of killing."
"That is, I saved your life, right?" Old Tao asked.
Su Jin nodded and said, "Forget it, although I can't die, but it's uncertain how long I will be suppressed."
"Then you should repay it?" Old Dao said quietly.
Su Jin was startled slightly, and instinctively tightened her body: "What does this mean?"