Chapter 331: Flying Knife See Flying Knife Again (Death of Che Laoyao)! There is a tradition in the world of immortal cultivation that everyone is equal above the self, and there are clear classes below the self. This is particularly prominent among monsters. In Che Laoyao's view, those below the level of God Transformation are all ants, and those who disobey deserve to die. Therefore, he was very angry at Li Xunhuan's "ignorance". When he imagined the fight just now being seen by all the people and monsters on the continent, and the ambiguous and amusing looks he gave him, his eyes suddenly became red and he said angrily, "Junior, you deserve to die!" In the void, a black claw that was more than ten feet long appeared behind Li Xunhuan, and suddenly closed and pinched. Li Xunhuan glanced, and his body seemed to disappear into the void, and a phantom appeared dozens of feet away. Before the Sky Claw could catch up, another phantom figure appeared in space dozens of feet away. One second later, more than a hundred phantom bodies appeared within a radius of fifty miles.
The devil's claws covered the sky and the sun, but they could not be controlled. Old Demon Che frowned. He couldn't see through it with his naked eyes, and he couldn't tell where his true body was with his spiritual consciousness. What was even more surprising was that his divine consciousness was unable to restrain this person. He couldn't understand, but it didn't stop him from becoming serious. He secretly sent a message to Bing Feng, "Fellow Taoist, help me." Bing Feng nodded imperceptibly and waved his sleeves to perform a secret technique. Suddenly, layers of spatial barriers were connected, like a honeycomb covering an area of 400 miles. However, the number of spatial phantoms did not decrease. She opened her lips slightly, a look of surprise flashing across her face. There is no trace of spiritual treasure aura. Could it be that this person also has spatial magical powers? But she is the descendant of bloodline, and she has never heard that humans can cultivate spatial magical powers. What method is used to achieve this? How weird! There was a void of nearly six hundred miles above their heads. Feng Lao Mo and Xiang Zhili looked thoughtful when they saw it. Feng Lao Mo stroked his chin, and suddenly he seemed to be in a trance as if he had realized something. He said in a sour tone, "It was a little vague before, but now I can see some clues. If I'm not mistaken, this should be a physical cultivation supernatural power. To be specific, it should be similar to spiritual consciousness? It's hard to say." Xiang Zhili nodded, then shook his head, his eyes also confused, and said uncertainly, "It is not recorded in ancient books. Maybe it is, maybe it is not. The only thing that is certain is that it is very difficult to bully the weak by relying on one's realm." "This kid is really lucky." They both looked at each other with envy, but neither of them looked solemn. The Divine Transformation cultivator is no small matter, and he has searched the human world thoroughly. Who among them doesn’t have a few spiritual treasures in his hand? In their view, this is the key to victory. No matter how amazing Li Xunhuan's adventures were, it was impossible for him to have a magical treasure to protect him. After all, it's impossible for it to appear out of thin air, right? Thinking of this, the two of them were ready to appear at any time so as to perform acts of favor and thus get something more conveniently. Just as they were thinking this, the situation below seemed to develop as they expected. Che Laoyao raised his arms high, and a large flag flew out from his sleeves, turning into a ten-foot-high flag in the air. The flag fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.
The flagpole is golden, with purple ribbons on the edge and light blue in the middle, dotted with golden unknown monsters. In the middle is a golden monster eye with vertical pupils, which looks majestic. Banner of Ten Thousand Demons! He looked around, snorted, and waved the flag nonchalantly. Immediately, an invisible vibration was transmitted, and wherever it passed, the space became visibly thicker. Soon, his eyes lit up, and he stared towards the east, saying contemptuously, "Got you." Immediately, he took mysterious steps, as if teleporting through space, and in an instant (one tenth of a second) he traveled eight miles (three times the normal level of an early stage of spiritual transformation)! At this time, on the other side, Li Xunhuan was standing on the white clouds, looking down from above, with the cloud pattern between his eyebrows showing its normal state, mysterious and majestic. Lingbao? What a baby! At that time, he moved sideways three feet and just avoided a silver chain. As his body spun in the air, he was already wearing a Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown, silver armor, and a black cloak with cloud patterns. The folding fan in his hand spun, suddenly transforming into three double-edged swords, and his arm circled twice and a half before standing at his side. Suddenly, he raised his head and thrust his spear upward, just colliding with the silver chain. Under Che Laoyao's contemptuous eyes, with a "click", a crack suddenly appeared on the silver chain. His face changed drastically and he quickly took back his life magic weapon. When Li Xunhuan saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he jumped up. Ten spatial phantoms reappeared, covering the old demon Che in all directions, stabbing, fighting, chopping, and poking. There was a series of "frame" sounds of weapons colliding with each other, as well as the barely audible sound of cracks. Old Demon Che used silver locks to seal off the surroundings to prevent Li Xunhuan from getting close to him. A blush flashed across the child's face. How hateful! If he had come in person, how could he have ended up like this! Without caring about his face, he stretched out his trembling palm and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Bingfeng, save me!" As soon as these words came out, countless people were stunned. For most of the stunned cultivators, although they did not understand spiritual treasures, they knew the huge gap between the realms. When he saw Li Xunhuan beating a Divine Transformation cultivator like a stray dog and sending out distress signals in a panic, the word "embarrassment" appeared on his face. I don’t understand and I can’t see it! But in the end it all comes down to one word: Li Xunhuan is such a terrifying kid! High in the sky, Feng Lao Mo and Xiang Zhili stopped, stunned. It was agreed that the spiritual treasure was the key, so why does this logic ignore Li Xunhuan's affairs? This is not the way to cultivate immortality! They felt mixed emotions, as if someone was slapping them in the face. When they saw the Ice Phoenix transform into a real body hundreds of feet long to support them, they no longer dared to take it lightly. . . . On the battlefield, Li Xunhuan suddenly felt the coldness of the air and the stickiness of the space. He glanced behind him and teleported to ten miles away. Space, ice? He raised his left arm, and a green lotus lamp in front of his palm spun around. The light only covered an area of three feet, preventing Bing Ling from getting in.
As his mind moved, green light flickered on the Green Lotus Lamp. Unknowingly, the lamp disappeared, leaving only a cluster of flames. The flames danced in all directions. After sensing some breath, they burned more vigorously, covering the sky and the earth in an instant. At that time, the space confinement dissipated, and the boundary of the barrier appeared looming, as if it was about to disappear. The Ten Thousand Demons Banner was floating in the fire, and a tear of blood strangely shed from the demon's pupil. At that time, Li Xunhuan's face was still cold, and his phantom body reappeared in the space, and in an instant he was eight miles away. A cold light flashed on the blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and it chopped again on the crack in front of the silver chain, and the crack could no longer be suppressed and spread. As his life-saving magic weapon was damaged, Che Laoyao vomited blood and lost consciousness for a moment. A simple three-inch flying knife appeared between heaven and earth. After rolling back and forth two and a half circles, the tip of the knife pointed forward and then disappeared in front of everyone. At that moment, Che Laoyao's eyes widened, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out. He suddenly raised his hands, covered his neck tightly, opened his mouth to say something, but all he heard was a creaking sound from his joints. What, when?! At this moment, a long, thin, snow-white light seemed to be endless, piercing his fingers and shooting towards his throat. Soon the white light dissipated, leaving only a hint of the hilt. But Che Laoyao had already lowered his arms to the ground. A gust of breeze came and went with the wind, leaving nothing behind. Old demon car, dead! (End of this chapter)