The Shura tribe is brave and good at fighting, and is born in the sea of ​​blood, so the bloodlines are connected, which is more concentrated than the military formations of any large army in the world.

The Shura clan, which is less than 100,000, is much better than the 100,000 imperial guards of the Daxia dynasty. Taoist Master Baoshou has no doubt that if he really charges, the 100,000 imperial guards of the Daxia dynasty will appear vulnerable to the Shura clan!

This great Shura King showed his cultivation level of the third level of the pseudo-immortal realm, but the blood sea evil sword in his hand and the ability from the Netherworld Prison God were also extremely domineering!

Adding to the 100,000 Shura alien races and the power of blood, Taoist Baoshou has no doubt that the ability shown by this great Shura king can fight against the existence of the fourth level of the pseudo-fairyland in ancient times!

"It seems that just relying on seventeen years of Taoism, I can only compete with you and cannot defeat you."

Taoist Master Baoshou took his sword and couldn't help but sigh. He practiced diligently as soon as possible. In addition, he has been killing the enemy in recent months, plundering his cultivation skills, pushing himself to the third level of the pseudo-immortal realm, and plundering the Taoist magical powers that these great enemies have learned throughout their lives. He has excellent combat power in various abilities, but his combat power is actually still limited to the third level of the pseudo-immortal realm!

Without borrowing the Chaos Pearl and the Li Order, he was not sure that he could defeat the Great Shura King in front of him!

Just as the swords and Taoist Master Baoshou met the 100,000 army with one sword, the light of the Purple Gold Pagoda hangs down, protecting the dead bodies of Xiao Xiongzai and the national master.

The national master was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. Any Shura tribe could kill him with one knife.

Today's national teacher is like a candle in the wind, and it may be extinguished in the next moment. Under the war, the remaining power will affect him, and every wave may directly cut off his breath.

Only the Purple Gold Pagoda can be completely stabilized and not affected by the remaining power.

"You are the national teacher of the Daxia Dynasty?"

The little bear came closer and a tender voice sounded, saying, "My master told me on the road that you will face the 300,000 troops of Shura's alien race alone. It will definitely be a disaster. Even if you survive by chance, you will be seriously injured, so you have prepared healing pills for you..."

The national teacher had no strength and could not move. It was difficult to even raise his head. He could only barely turn his eyes and look at the cub with long horns and long tail.

"This medicine is expensive."

Xiao Xiongzi reached out to dig it in his pocket, hesitating and reluctant to let it go, muttering: "The national guru should be very rich? If I come to be the national guru of Daxia, I will definitely be very rich now..."

Thinking of this, it felt that the national master must be very rich, so it opened the national master's mouth and sent the pill into the national master's mouth, which melted in its mouth.

This pill was taken out of the almost empty treasury of the Great Xia Dynasty and taken out from the innermost layer, which can increase vitality and save lives.

But just after it put the pill into the national master's mouth, it saw the national master twitching all over and his face turned red.

With a puff!

Where the national teacher's broken arm was like a fountain of blood!

"oops?"

The little bear said in surprise: "Why did you withdraw the magic power that seals the wound? Your blood is like a river, so you are desperate?"

The national teacher reluctantly gathered a little strength, turned his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop the bleeding for me, otherwise I will die."

Upon hearing this, the little bear hesitated to take out the wounded medicine, and wrapped the wound of the national master's broken arm with his extremely powerful true energy, and then began to apply the medicine.

"This hemostatic medicine is too expensive. It was found from the property of Nanjinghou of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You have to pay me back when you look back."

"..." The national master glanced at it, without opening his mouth, and his face turned redder.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Xiongzai found that he had all his magic power and his injuries were even worse. He seemed to be trying to commit suicide. He was shocked and said, "Just to not pay off your debt, you have to seek death. What about you? I owed hundreds of millions of taels of silver, but I never thought about seeking a shortcoming..."

"Impotence...not replenishment..." The national master gasped and said, "This Daluo Jiuxuan Pill is full of vitality and increases life span. It is true that it is a life-saving pill, but the effect is too strong. I only had one breath before, and I could not bear the effect of the internal organs. I almost stopped this breath and could only use the magic power to seal the wound to refine the effect!"

"So that's it." The little bear suddenly realized.

"You should first use Wanlian Kan Yunshui, which is much softer than Daluo Jiuxuan Pill." Master Daxia took a deep breath and his face turned redder. Obviously, with his remaining magic power, he still couldn't refine the medicine.

"There are only hundreds of refining Kanyunshui here." The little bear took out a small bottle from his pocket and said, "This was found from Zhuo Shuchong, the Supreme Elder of the Wuji Demon Sect before, but it's so expensive..."

"Hundred refinings of Kanyunshui is useless to me at the moment." The national master said this, closed his eyes slightly, and whispered: "I'll do it myself. If I can refine some medicine and recover one or two, I can still save my life. If I can't refine it, I'm afraid I will die under this Daluo Jiuxuan Pill..."

"Then if there is Wanlian Kan Yunshui, don't you have to die?" Xiao Xiongzai suddenly asked, his tone a little anxious. If the national master is dead now, the Daluo Jiuxuan Pill just now and the injured medicine of Nan Jinghou will all be wasted. Who should I calculate the money for this medicine?

"Aren't you there?" the national master opened his eyes and gasped.

"Not just now, now you can have it."

Without saying a word, the little bear jar filled a small bottle of Bailian Kanyun Water, and then filled eighteen bottles from his pocket one after another.

The national master was extremely surprised to see it. What's the matter if he poured the hundreds of refining water into the clouds of the clouds?

Just when the national master was extremely confused, he saw the little bear cub put a small bottle he had just drunk down his stomach, spread his legs, shake his tail, and whistle.

"A little bird jumped into the water, jumped into the water~~Two birds jumped into the water, jumped into the water~~"

Then the little bear cub shook, turned around, held a small bottle of Kanyunshui, and said happily: "With Wanlian Kanyunshui, there are only half of the eighteen bottles left. National Master, please speak, I'll feed you... My master has told you to be kind to you and have to serve you attentively..."

The national teacher kept his mouth tightly, gritted his teeth, and did not open his mouth when he was beaten to death.

"What are you doing? You have to seek death?"

The little bear muttered, "Isn't it just asking you for some medicine money? It won't be enough? At worst, I'll just go back and give you a discount..."

The national master closed his eyes and still gritted his teeth, thinking in his heart: "I have been going well in my life, my practice has been smooth and I have never endured pain and humiliation! Since I became the Yang God, only today has failed, been seriously injured, and almost died... Even if I die here, even if I am unwilling to die, I will never drink urine!"

Thinking of this, the medicine effect in his body rushes left and right, and his magic power has been refined part of it, and then he has recovered a little vitality. However, his magic power has been exhausted, and the remaining medicine effect cannot be refined, so he rages in his body again.

The little bear cub used his fluffy bear paw to break his mouth.

The national teacher gritted his teeth, but the sun was weak and his spirit was already in a daze.

"Forget it if I don't drink, I'll keep it and go back to find the buyer."

The little bear was immediately angry and let go of the little bear's paw.

But at this moment, it was surprised to find that the national teacher had "unable" and had opened his mouth.

Then the little bear slaughtered the bottle of Wanlian Kan Yunshui and poured it into the national master.

However, the national master, who was already unconscious, had his eyes closed, and his palms were also tightly shaking, and he struggled a little.

"This shouldn't die."

The little bear thought this way and looked outside the Purple Gold Pagoda.

But the sword light was endless, the sword energy was surging, and the flames were surging, covering everything!

Among them, the Shura alien race has a combination of blood and energy, which is even more cold!

All these scenes are hard to see clearly!

The source of the Shura alien race comes from the Netherworld Prison God. He uses the eyes of the Shura clan to watch Taoist Master Baoshou rage in the deep void of the Netherworld, and even roars and shakes the world.

Today's Netherworld Prison is filled with a vast ocean of thunder. Everything, no matter how creatures and ghosts, cannot escape the end of being destroyed!

"Old guy!"

Under the obstacles of thunder, the God of Prisons in the Netherworld had lost the figure of the first ancestor of Baihong Temple. He knew that the old guy was still in the Netherworld Prison, but the endless thunder made him extremely anxious and he still had to be distracted to repair his Netherworld!

If he had put it in the past, he had already entered the tomb of the Immortal God to kill the young Taoist priest. However, what he was facing now... was the God's punishment that had once avoided the first God Emperor and was afraid of!

The God of the Netherworld Prison Town was powerless to go to the tomb of the Immortal Gods, and Gu Yue Xuancheng Tianzun, who was in the Genyuan Realm, had a complicated look and whispered: "Why can that lifeless person be so powerful? Could he be the innate sacred? But the innate sacred, born between heaven and earth, can he transcend the destiny?"

In the eyes of Gu Yue Xuancheng Tianzun, the little bear boy entered the underworld and took the Purple Gold Pagoda to protect the cultivator who was known as the Great Xia National Master.

Then, under the leadership of the Great Shura King, the army of 100,000 sieges surrounded and killed the invisible existence, and now they were seriously injured!

The sword light and sword energy, blood and flames swept across the void of the underworld, and were everywhere!

"The Great Shura King, before I attained enlightenment, he fought with him. He was also a very powerful pseudo-fairyland. Now with the help of a hundred thousand troops, he still can't take over this lifeless person?"

At this moment, Gu Yuexuan Cheng Tianzun even thought that if the other party was a sacred person, there would be no threat.

In the past, the Great Shura King was his strong enemy, but more than ten thousand years have passed, the Great Shura King is still the third level of the false immortal, and he himself is already a true immortal of Hedao, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Netherworld Prison God behind the Great Shura King!

No matter who this lifeless person is, if he is innately sacred, it will not be a threat. But if he is a practitioner who has broken the shackles of the Yang Shen Realm... he vaguely feels that sooner or later this person will be a strong enemy standing in front of him!

"I am a great way and I am also banned from the Gen Yuan realm. Otherwise, I should go there personally at this time and kill him in advance before he completely breaks the confinement!"

Gu Yue Xuancheng Tianzun whispered: "Can the Great Shura King kill him?"

As the sound fell, a large number of Shura aliens in the void suffered severe damage and coughed up blood. The breath of the Great Shura King fell rapidly like falling off a cliff.

Gu Yuexuan Cheng Tianzun suddenly fell silent.

It seems that the Great Shura King is about to be killed by the other party!

At this time, in the void deep in the underworld, the Great Shura King was penetrated through his chest and abdomen with a sword!

And the Shura alien army under his command has lost most of its people!

For some reason, the momentum of the Taoist Lord Baoshou increased instead of reducing!

As one goes up and down, the Great Shura King knew in his heart that he had no hope of winning.

I think about the nearly 20,000 years since his birth in the sea of ​​blood, of which nearly 8,000 years have fallen into a deep sleep because of the Netherworld Prison God.

During the more than ten thousand years that have truly survived in the world, they have spent all the battles, killed countless worldly practitioners, saw the fall of countless tribesmen, and killed the innate sacred born from heaven and earth with their own hands.

After the destruction of the immortals and gods, in the dim and light future generations, no matter any race, the highest level of cultivation is at the peak of the Yang God Realm. Perhaps they have amazing talents and can have the combat power of the false immortals, but no one can achieve the cultivation of the false immortals!

After the war 13,000 years ago, he was the second only to the Immortal God of Hedao!

However, on this day, he was defeated by such a young junior!

"In the war that year, the immortals and gods fought, all the king survived."

"When the Divine Court was destroyed three thousand years ago, I faced the last God Emperor and suppressed the first God General."

"Who would have thought that the one who defeated me in the end was not the immortal god of Hedao, the demon, or the enemy hidden in the years, but was just a little Taoist priest who had become famous for less than half a year in later generations..."
To be continued...