Outside the darkness, Luohu has come in vain, silently.

Lu Qingshan's expression became solemn.

He never looked down on Luohu.

But Luohu's many tricks still made him overwhelmed.

Luohu, who gathered all the bloodlines of the eight great holy demons, mastered the strengths of the families.

The cow ears in Lu Qingshan's hand changed again.

The red dragon bird is already in hand.

"Yi Tian." He whispered.

The dragon bird shook and burst out with a sword roar.

Then, in the boundless darkness, the sword light surged out, knocking a demon shadow out of the darkness.

Against fate.

When enduring an attack/spell, this magical power can be released and a sword will be added to the attack/spell caster.

This boundless darkness is also an attack from Luohu.

"I found you."

Lu Qingshan shouted in a low voice.

He jumped high and instantly arrived in front of Luohu. The dragon bird in his hand silently turned into a demon-suppressing force, slashing out a blazing sword light and slashing towards Luohu.

The sword came unexpectedly and slashed Luohu out, and the boundless darkness shattered.

Luohu rolled in the air, regardless of the injuries on his body, and smiled and said, "It's useless, you can't kill me."

The heart of the Demon Saint was beating, and powerful power flowed throughout the demon body. The injury just now recovered instantly.

He also has an immortal body, and it is more authentic than Lu Qingshan's.

Lu Qingshan borrowed the power of the sky, rivers and seas, but Luohu relied on his own power.

This battle seems to be impossible to tell the outcome.

Ancestors and saints are both the most extreme forces in the world. It is impossible to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.

Luohu also saw this.

He stood firm, sorted out his emotions, and then said, "Lu Qingshan, since none of us can do anything to each other, it's better to make peace."

"Cangqiutian, I don't want it anymore!"

"There are nine heavens. In addition to your sky, there are seven worlds waiting for me to conquer."

"Of course, if you are not satisfied with the sky for a day, it is not impossible for us to divide the four worlds equally."

The nine heavens are so vast that he has the cultivation of the Demon Saint, so where can he not be able to go? Why do he still have to be attached to the sky sky where Lu Qingshan is located?

"From then on, we, the human and demon clans, will not interfere with the river!"

Lu Qingshan was silent.

He didn't expect to hear such a sentence.

He said without thinking:

"I don't agree."

"Why?" Luohu frowned and looked at Lu Qingshan.

In his opinion, Lu Qingshan had no reason not to accept his proposal.

Because, it is obvious that this battle can no longer be decided.

Isn't this the case in war?

Since you can't decide the winner, let's make peace.

Lu Qingshan did not answer Luohu's question because he felt that he did not need to answer it.

The Dao Demon war lasted from 20,000 years ago to today, with countless tragic scenes and countless people died.

How can we make peace?

Can't decide the winner?

Not so.

As long as you continue to fight, there will always be a time to decide the outcome.

Although this battle will inevitably last for a long time and will inevitably be magnificent.

But Lu Qingshan was ready.

Even if it is ten thousand years, it is not worth cherishing.

Sudden.

A strong wind broke out in Qingming.

"Ten thousand years is too long."

Lu Qingshan heard the familiar mellow sound in his ears.

The colorful clouds dissipated, there were scholars in blue clothes, and their sleeves were swaying.

He came from the sky, once swept Tianqing, once went into the abyss alone, and became the human race today with his own strength.

Luohu also saw the blue-clothed Confucian scholar, his expression changed slightly, and he became a little panicked.

Lu Qingshan's voice was hoarse, his nose was slightly sour, "Xia Zu."

"It's a magnificent time to come here. I don't care whether it's a dream or a so-called "I don't care if it's a dream or something like that." The Confucian scholar glanced at Lu Qingshan, which was meaningful.

He raised his arm, made a pen with his fingers, and gently outlined it, "It's time to go back. Leave another stroke, which is worth my free trip."

He wrote ten big words in the sky and earth.

"Who is the first to awaken the big dream?"

"I know it all my life."

The next moment, the blue-clothed Confucian figure was like quicksand, passing by the wind.

It suddenly appears and disappears suddenly.

The moment when the quicksand completely passed away.

Luohu's mind suddenly sank, and a hysterical howl suddenly sounded in his soul.

A twisted monster without form was screaming.

The sound was too weird and harsh. Even an immortal would probably go astray after hearing it.

Luohu roared filial piety sharply, and the fierce aura filled the heaven and earth.

His eyes burst and he stared at Lu Qingshan.

"What's this......?"

What's going on?

"This is called the inheritance method," Lu Qingshan showed a strange look on his face, and he replied with a smile: "Article 33."

Although this is an extremely serious moment, you should not tell a cold joke.

But Lu Qingshan thought, so he did.

Because this is a time worthy of joy.

Luohu's holy realm soul is obtained from Xia Zu.

The reason why Xia Zu fell into decline was because the destruction of the ancestor was not perfect and was backfired by the laws of heaven.

During the 20,000 years of sinking, he was fighting against the backlash of the way of heaven.

In the end, he failed.

Therefore, the backlash of heaven was imprinted in Xia Zu's soul.

Therefore, Luohu inherited not only the power of Xia Zu's soul, but also the backlash of heaven that had accumulated in Xia Zu's soul for 20,000 years.

This is what Xia Zu left on earth.

However, before this, Xia Zu "kindly" helped Luohu temporarily suppress this backlash.

Until now, it explodes.

It's like boundless sin.

Chaos and evil, pain and resentment surged in Luohu's soul like a sea of ​​abyss.

In the battle between masters, life and death are just between the front lines.

Lu Qingshan said softly: "Suppress the demons, peach blossoms, forget the rivers, dragon birds, heaven and earth, Fuyao, Lieque, and cow ears!"

Like a general who sets up a powerful army.

The eight swords are arranged in sequence, standing upright between heaven and earth, connecting the head and tail, forming a line.
To be continued...