The Demonic Magic Emperor

Deep martial arts, three magic

Ah sneeze!

"Who said anything bad about Lao Tzu?"

In the quiet hill forest, Zhuo Fan touched his nose, took a deep breath, and then stared intently at the 100-meter-high hill.

The pupils of the eyes narrowed slightly and stepped on the feet. In an instant, the wings of the thunder clouds behind him spread out, flying like lightning lights.

"The first of the three unique skills of Mosha, a magic dragon soars into the sky!"

Roars!

As Zhuo Fan shouted loudly, a black dragon shadow suddenly emerged from his body. Interspersed with thunder lightning, the black dragon roared upwards and crashed into a hill.

Booms!

In an instant, the hill shattered like scattered flowers of girls, and the falling stones flew, Zhuo Fan's figure instantly turned into lightning. But at this moment, his body suddenly turned around, and his black claws suddenly grabbed the scattered pebbles.

"Mosha's third must-have, ghost dragon claw!"

Poof!

There was no earth-shattering loud sound like before, but under those claws, the straight line of falling rocks turned into powder instantly like flour and floated in the air.

Hawt ...

The strong tremors caused the birds throughout the mountain forest to boil, and flapped their wings and flew into the sky. Zhuo Fan was breathless, but sweat had already flowed down, but he still had a knot in his hand and opened his mouth to the flying birds.

"The third form of the three imperatives of Mosha, Youlong Guiyin!"

Roars!

As if an evil ghost crawling out of Nine Nether Place howled, Zhuo Fan's sound waves were like waves of ocean waves, sweeping across the entire group of birds instantly with ripples visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the bird that loomed in the sky paused for a moment, and his eyes were blank, and he fell to the ground, completely dead. Seeing that, there were thousands of them.

After finishing these three punches, Zhuofan gasped and crouched down, his eyes full of disappointment.

These three tricks were low-level martial arts skills that coordinated with Mosha Jue. Every move was a killing trick that made people cry and killed people. Although it was a low level Xuan level, but its strength could definitely be compared to a Xuan intermediate level martial art.

However, these three movements had great requirements on physical strength, so only those who practiced magic skills could practice. However, Zhuo Fan had undergone mysterious physical training, and his physical strength was much stronger than those who practiced magic.

It made sense that he could easily practice these three blows.

However, after a month of cultivating, he discovered. His physical strength was up to standard, but unfortunately Yuanli's accumulation was still a long way off. He now only had the fake bone realm, and he would soon run out of strength using Xuan order martial skills.

Especially the last step, Youlong Guiyin, was an extremely rare sonic attack against Yuanshen, a martial art that could only be practiced when you reached the divine state.

However, he could only reluctantly utilize Yuanshen's strength due to his physical and spiritual training, and with Qingyan's help. But even so, he still felt dizzy, apparently fainting.

"Bear Grandma, it seems that unless these three blows save the soul, once they are used and have not killed the opponent, it is to find themselves dead."

Zhuo Fan sighed, but shook his head helplessly, hurriedly sat down cross-legged, and recovered the already drained Yuanli.

He knew in his heart that after he killed the seven ghosts, he would definitely be chased by the ghost valley. The enemies he encountered in the future would be stronger than the ghosts of seven, so he would have to practice some soul-saving martial arts skills.

So for over a month, he had been hiding in the mountain to train, but the situation outside was completely unknown.

About half a day later, Zhuo Fancai took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and his complexion returned to its previous redness.

The large bird's egg appeared in a flash of light in his hand. Looking at this somewhat dark bird egg, Zhuofan's eyes could not stop the slightest bit of worry.

The bird's egg was in the thunder spirit ring, with the thunderbird bird's aura before life, it was while sustaining life. But it's just for maintenance. In order to successfully hatch, you must restore its vitality completely.

It's just that the world is so big, where should I look for this potion?

This bird's egg was equivalent to an immature life, and ordinary medicine had no effect on it. Only heavenly treasures can be revived that allow it to hatch again.

Zhuo Fan's brows furrowed deeply at that thought.

"Song Yu, if you get acquainted, you will hand over a fake body and, otherwise, don't blame us for being polite."

Suddenly, a loud noise made the sound of Zhuo Fan's ears. His brows flickered slightly, Zhuo Fan's complexion was instantly gloomy, and walked there according to his voice.

His grandmother, which little rabbit did not want to live, dared to disturb Lao Tzu?

Through the grass grass, Zhuo Fan gently opened a group of leaves and looked out, but he saw a man and a woman riding a carriage, which was blocked on the mountain road. The man was in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, and his bones were forged. The woman was also around twenty years old, extremely glamorous, forging her bones twice.

Across them, there were six people, five of whom were the rulers of Qiujiu Jiuzhong, and one of them was an old man, but a forging master.

At this moment, the man and woman were staring tightly at the old man, his teeth biting hard.

Hearing this remark, Zhuofan sneered his mouth in disdain.

The body forging pill was only a fourth grade pill, which could play the role of body forging and bone refining, and could also instantly promote Qi Qizhong's master to the field of bone forging, and also could instantly promote Qi Qizhong to the field of bone forging, it can only be used once in a lifetime.

For a genius like Zhuofan who did not have to worry about breaking through the bone forging field, this was futile. Actually treating this kind of thing as a family secret, was completely futile.

However, Zhuo Fan was clearly wholehearted and hungry. He abandoned this medicine of immortality, but the old man on the opposite side was already flushed red, showing naked desire.

"Haha ... Song Yu, Song Qian, your two sisters and younger brother could enter the world of forging bones at this age, not because of the efficacy of this potion? But, with your third-rate family, dominating the four binders like that Secret recipe of medicine was truly an outrageous thing, so please hand it over. "

"Huh, we're not going to die!"

Song Qianfeng frowned, and after glancing at Song Yu, the two rushed towards the old man. The old man laughed and kicked back.

Touch it!

With just one palm, the two were beaten together, and there was a trace of bright red blood at the corner of the mouth. Although this was also the realm of bone forging, the distance of five to six made them absolutely no enemies of the old man.

"Hey, hey ... Miss Song Qian, why are you doing this, just give me the elixir and the secret recipe, do you still want the old man to look for you two?"

The old man stared at Song Qian's soft and delicate body and could not help but laugh evilly.

Song Qian's cheeks turned red and she couldn't help but glare at the man, but she quickly sighed and looked beside Yudao Song: "Brother, are you scared?"

“Sister, I'm not afraid!” Song Yu shook her head, a strong color flashed in her eyes.

"Okay, let's die together. Even if we die, the secret family recipe must not fall into the hands of this old man." Song Qian smiled miserably and reached out to take Song Yu's hand holding the spirit warrior, Placed on the neck of the two.

As long as the hands moved, both of them would die under this sharp spirit warrior at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Fan could not help moving, and remembered the brother and sister of Luo Yunshang who were far away from the wind. If you do not force yourself to experience demoralization, it appears on time, and it is expected that their end will be like today.

Inevitably sighing, Zhuo Fan shook his head helplessly, picked up a leaf and gently wagged it.

Hiya!

A sound split the sky, the two of them had just prepared to commit suicide, but were instantly shot down.

"Who?"

Unsurprised, Song's sister and the old man shouted at the same time.

“It's just Sipindan, why do you have to kill people?” At this moment, Zhuo Fan walked slowly out of the forest. When the old man saw her, he could not help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha ... Who am I so good, turned out to be a yellow-haired kid who had just broken through the bone forging region."

The old man narrowed his lips in disdain and was mocked: "Well, you are a demon cultivator. Who doesn't know about evil, your demon cultivator is the most ruthless, and there are still faces running out to talk to Laozi about kindness?"

"I'm not talking about kindness, just strength."

Zhuo Fan smiled coldly and said lightly, "Since I got this incident today, you can't kill them."

"Huh, is it up to you?"

The old man sneered, and there was already a deadly glint in his eyes. Seeing this, Song Qian was in a hurry: "Sister, please run quickly, you are not her opponent, don't die for our two sisters in vain."

"Run? Can't run."

However, Song Qian's words had just fallen, and the old man sneered and headed straight for Zhuo Fan: "Hey, hey, you have to blame yourself for not doing much business."

Seeing this scene, Song Qian and Song Yu both sighed helplessly and closed their eyes unbearably.

However, with a crackling sound, Zhuo Fan still stood there expressionlessly, but the old man fell into a pool of blood and his entire head was gone.

Surprised!

The old men who were still laughing and laughing were now unable to move. Their smiles still hung on their faces, but their eyes were already filled with fear.

They only saw him very clearly, Zhuo Fan just waved his hand gently, and the old man was like a sugar man, his head shattered. It was the master of the six fake bones, and he died easily!

"The monster!"

I didn't know who it was, but my voice shook with a trembling voice, and when others heard it, I trembled and turned and ran, and there was no shadow in an instant. Zhuo Fan did not chase and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Song Qian shouted anxiously, At this moment, her eyes were still unbelievable. Zhuo Fan was the same as them, but the difference in strength was simply too great.

Just one day, one place ...