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The Dao patterns and unusual patterns in the world were all divided into 'mountains and rivers', 'artifacts', 'sights', and 'birds and beasts'. Amongst the Dao patterns of artifacts, the Zhong Ding Tower Sword and other Dao patterns were the most extraordinary. This was because these Dao patterns were usually formed by the great powers of the past, and they were a result of studying the art of slaughter on the battlefield.

Yun Conglong, Feng Conghu. This pattern was called the Dragon Tiger Magic Sword. In addition, Daoist Longhu was famous for it. In fact, he had the momentum of holding a sword in his hand and looking down at the world.

Hong Yu had seen all kinds of Dao markings before, such as the Dao markings of 'Blood Stealing Mountain and River' by Li Mu Yue, the Dao markings of 'Golden Crow Burning Heaven' by Jiang Li Shuo, the Dao markings of 'Divine Ape' by the Bloodthirsty Ape, and even the Dao markings of 'Son of Heaven' by Hong Yu himself.

The sword hilt, the sword blade, the sharp edge, every part of the blade was vivid and lifelike. The sharp edge revealed a terrifying feeling, as if a sword could cut through mountains and rivers, and the sword qi rushed straight into the hall, causing the air currents in the entire pill room to create a terrifying vortex.

Hong Yu felt a chill run down his spine as he faced this vortex of sword energy. His pupils constricted and he only felt that it was difficult to advance or retreat. It was as if his soul was being dispersed and he had no strength to counterattack.

"In the face of this sword, you are simply unable to withstand it. "Rumor has it that you are a fool. Even though you have suddenly risen up and reached the Spiritual Martial Force in one go, in my eyes, you are actually just a small role!" The smile on Dragon Tiger Daoist's face became even wider. He thought that killing Hong Yu or capturing him would help him greatly. He had even come up with a plan. After killing Hong Yu, he would dedicate his entire life to the barbarian temple.

Hong Yu was speechless. He knew that this devil wanted to use words to shatter the spirit in his entire body, but he was not fooled. He only stared at the terrifying sword aura that only grew larger and larger in his eyes.

There was a great terror in the middle of life and death!

The more dangerous it was, the easier it was for it to unleash its potential.

It was as if he had broken through the barrier of life and death, pushing away the clouds to see the sun and the moon, seeing the heaven and earth, and seeing himself.

"The Art of the Son of Heaven!"

Hong Yu let out a long hiss and released an Earth Terminus Cold Qi. It twisted and interweaved in the air and in the blink of an eye, it converged to form a complex pattern. A stalwart man appeared in front of him. He stood on his head as he tightly guarded his surroundings. He stood there majestically, yet he gave off a feeling as if he was suppressing the heavens and the earth, wiping out all turbulence!

This imposing man gave off a faint feeling of terror, as if he was the sole master of the world. He was the most respected person in the world and was a natural born leader!

When the stalwart man looked up, his eyes were filled with calmness as if he had inadvertently shifted his gaze. Immediately, as if the primal chaos had been split open, a divine beam of light exploded and struck the Dragon and Tiger Tactics of the Dao of the Sword!

Boom!

It was as if thunder had struck the ground. Under this terrifying gaze, the air swirl, the myriad of sword Qis, and even the Dragon Tiger Dharma Tattoo were all eliminated one by one.

This was too shocking. With just a glance, the situation immediately changed. Not only was Hong Yu suddenly relieved of his crisis, he had also defeated the devil's attack.

"The Dao Pattern of the Son of Heaven?" Long Hu screamed as his face fell. He had also recognized the origin of this technique and felt a deep sense of disbelief. "Could it be that you are the future Emperor of the Son of Heaven? How is this possible? How is this possible? "Hong Po Ji, the dog-emperor is in his prime, the imperial court is in its prime, the crown prince is in it, the sky is in it, Hong Long Xiang, Hong Chan Ji are all ambitious people with deep karmic luck, compared to them, you are just an ant in the crack. Why would you exchange the Dao of the Son of Heaven with them?"

"Nothing is impossible!" Hong Yu was not sad nor happy. He seized this opportunity and took advantage of the shock of the other party to launch a counterattack!

Hong Wu threw out a long punch, and the Son of Heaven sat on the golden bell!

His steps were erratic, as if he was swimming in water. There was no resistance at all to his steps. In the blink of an eye, he had circled behind Daoist Dragon Tiger.

"This is bad!" His palms were like flying butterflies, the wind from his palms were like waves, tightly sealing his entire body, attempting to blow away Hong Yu's fists. However, he only saw a mighty man dressed in the attire of an Emperor sitting upright on his throne, his face was filled with anger, under his throne, a mountain of corpses and sea of blood was rolling, countless demons were howling and struggling, but they were all being suppressed one by one, never to be able to turn around again. He only felt that the person on the throne before him was trembling with fear, that the person in front of him was unable to stir up even the wind and rain.

Daoist Longhu's palm attack did not have the slightest effect, and was instead deeply rooted within Hong Yu's fist intent illusions.

While he was sick, he had to take his life!

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"

Hong Yu's fist stirred like the wind as thousands of fist shadows erupted. In the blink of an eye, Hong Yu had already unleashed hundreds of fist strikes that came crashing towards Daoist Long Hu!

"What is this?" With a series of muffled thumping sounds, a series of bone cracking sounds could be heard. Daoist Dragontiger felt waves of intense pain assail him, and his entire face twisted. He unwillingly collapsed onto the ground, lying in a pool of blood!

Up to the moment of his death, he had not even reacted to how Hong Yu had launched his attack. Yet, he was still beaten to death by Chaotic Fist!

"This person died unjustly!" Hong Yu looked at the corpse on the ground and quietly exhaled. As he recalled the process of the fight, he immediately gained some understanding and knew that in the midst of his fear of life and death, he had made a breakthrough, although his realm had not increased, his fighting strength had increased by many times. Even if a Spirit Martial Disciple had broken through two shackles, they would still be affected by his' Son of Heaven's Fist Intent 'and would have their spirits affected.

However, the Heavenly Skill's Fist Aura was still fine, and the Dao patterns of the Heavenly Sons couldn't be used often. Just from Daoist Longhu's reaction just now, it could be seen that …

The Son of Heaven was the emperor, unique and unique. In the same era, there would only be a warrior who would interweave and interweave the Son of Heaven's dao pattern. This person was the destined Emperor of the heaven and earth, destined to lead an era and stand at the apex of its existence.

Hong Yu guessed that if others were to notice that he had interweaved the Dao of the Emperor, then it would be spread out by someone. It was likely that all the ambitious people in the world would view him as their number one enemy and launch all sorts of destructive attacks.

However, although he couldn't use it in front of others, it was still a trump card. A sneak attack and a covert assassination were the trump cards in his hands!

"Damn it!" Hong Yu calmed down and immediately noticed the dazzling array of pill bottles on the side of the pill rack. They were all bottles of brave and evil pills, the quantity was at least several thousand, and each pill was a fresh life. It was hard to imagine just how many people this devil had killed and how many deaths he had caused while he was still alive.

If it was anyone else, even if they had a large amount of demonic cores, they wouldn't dare to use them because the demonic spiritual energy contained inside them would change the user's mind and turn them into a murderous demon. However, Hong Yu had spirit dew, which could change the shape of the pill, wash away the magic, and turn it into a spirit pill to strengthen one's body and strengthen one's courage, for the benefit of the common people.

"The citizens have suffered a terrible fate. This is something that cannot be changed. Why not turn this pill into a Loyal Liver Pill and use it to nurture experts and reward talents so that the evildoers do not continue to harm us?" Hong Yu thought for a while. With a wave of his sleeve, he rolled up the pill bottles one by one and kept them in the small world.

After cleaning up the items in the room, Hong Yu focused his attention on the corpse. Ever since he had killed the Ancient Divine Ape blood with Jiang Li Shuo, he had tasted the sweet taste of killing people and searching their corpses. He knew that most of these demonic owls had treasures hidden within them.

He squatted down and searched around. Immediately, he found a golden leaf booklet. It had a simple and unadorned style. The patterns on it were also extremely rare, making it look extremely extraordinary.

Huh?" "A letter written by a dragon and tiger?" Hong Yu opened the book and read it for a while. This book was actually a biography written by Daoist Long Hu. He recounted how he went from a wandering Daoist in poverty to a Demonic Scripture and stepped into the Martial Dao.

"It seems that Daoist Longhu also knows that the evil sect is causing trouble for the world, and the heavens are furious, so it won't be long before he dies. He was afraid that there would be no one else capable of producing this kind of thing, but this letter isn't bad, and many of their experiences can be considered outstanding, and it will hit the nail on the head." Not only that, I have obtained this item, which is equivalent to the lifetime worth of memories of Daoist Longhu. If I were to pretend to be his identity, sneak into the upper echelons of the cult, divide myself, and incite discord, I might gain unexpected benefits. " Hong Yu closed the book and a brilliant idea immediately emerged in his mind.

"Crack, crack ~ ~ ~"

Waves of bone rubbing sounds rang out, and Hong Yu's body was actually changing to an unbelievable degree. His bones, appearance, and even his temperament had undergone an astonishing change, becoming a tall and straight man with a dark aura and sinister eyes.

He was the reincarnation of Daoist Longhu. Even the most trusted person in the sect couldn't tell whether he was real or fake.

This was a small technique recorded in Daoist Dragontiger's handwritten letter. It was extremely mysterious and was the easiest way to confuse the eyes and ears. Daoist Longhu was an evil cult owl when he was alive and was wanted and hunted by the imperial government for many years. He had relied on this technique to survive countless dangerous moments, but once this person died, it immediately fell into the hands of Hong Yu and became extremely useful.

"Milord, Daolord Vacuum has invited you to the depths of the temple for a meeting. What do you think?"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door. It was the approach of an evil disciple.