The myth of crossing the heavens

The blood-sucking old demon is a master of the Wandu Sect, but the exercises he cultivates are inextricably linked with the Blood Refining Hall.

Because of this little friendship, the old blood-sucking demon can also be regarded as the backer of the elder brother and the others.

The old man knew very well that once he was hit by the blood light of the blood-sucking old demon, his blood would be sucked out of his body in a short while, and he would die in agony.

At the critical moment, another piece of blue light flashed out, blocking in front of the elder brother.

It was a blue flame.

When the blood light met the blue flame, it was burned instantly.

The old blood-sucking demon's eyes were fixed: "Who dares to break my spell?"

Beside the elder, there was already a masked man in white.

Yi Qingchen asked: "Nian Yu is really my disciple, you are so brave, you dare to attack my Minghua sect!"

At the end, the voice suddenly rose up, with the momentum of condescending and asking questions.

The blood-sucking old demon was furious, but fortunately he did not lose his mind.

Firstly, he had a mission, not really here to seek revenge and fight; secondly, just now Ming Hua Zongzong took the initiative to do it, and he really achieved great accomplishments.

Endure it!

If you can't bear it, you will make a big mess, and wait until you find out Huazong's secret before you deal with him.

The blood-sucking old demon thought to himself, just when he was about to form a language, he heard the other party spit out a few more words before speaking.

"Kneel down and apologize, I will spare you!"

The blood-sucking old demon's eyes turned red, and he immediately forgot the reason of "little intolerance". The skull on his wrist lit up red, and turned into a huge skull in a blink of an eye.

The red light of the skull surged, covering the sunlight, attracting countless ghosts, rushing towards Yi Qingchen together.

The distance between the two sides is very close, only more than ten feet away, and the red light hits Yi Qingchen in just a flash.

The stench was pungent, accompanied by the roars of countless ghosts, as if it wanted to shatter Yi Qingchen's head.

"Death to me!"

The blood-sucking old demon was so powerful that it looked like a ghost jumping out of hell.

Yi Qingchen's expression remained the same, without any change.

It's just that a black light flashed in front of him.

It was the sword glow transformed by the Zhanyuan sword, and it swept across the ten-foot space in front of him in an instant.

Be it the red light skull or countless ghosts, they were all sliced ​​open by a ray of black light.

The red light dissipated and the ghost disappeared.

A warm air flow poured into Yi Qingchen's body, turning into his true energy and spiritual power.

Double supplement!

Yi Qingchen's heart moved, and he felt that this power was quite pure, much purer than the true energy absorbed before.

Blood-devouring beads and soul-destroying sticks not only devour energy such as blood, spiritual power, and ghosts, but also seem to have a conversion function, converting those things into pure energy.

If one can use the Zhan Yuan Sword to use the method of absorbing power, then the efficiency of practice that can be achieved must be considerable.

Yi Qingchen's eyes lit up, and he thought: "Now I know why the bosses like to cut leeks, and I want to train a group of practitioners to harvest them."

The blood-sucking old demon let out a snarl, and hastily increased his skills, sending the blood-sucking light from the sky down like a dark cloud.

"The thief An dare to break my magic weapon!"

Yi Qingchen ignored his provocation, but urged Zhenyuan Sacrifice to raise the edge-cutting sword again.

The black light flew out again, and the black light surged more than ten feet, directly cutting through the blood skeleton protecting the vampire old demon.

The old blood-sucking demon finally realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to get away, but it was still too late.

The ten-foot black sword light swept across everything with the tyrannical power of Peiran Moyu, making the vampire demon unable to resist at all, and the aura of protection almost disappeared.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, please stop for now..."

The blood-sucking old demon screamed loudly, panicking, revealing a smell of begging for mercy.

Yi Qingchen did not stop, but continued to increase his skill input.

The black light directly penetrated the vampire's head, turned around and flew back to its original position.

The old blood-sucking demon who has ruled the world for hundreds of years is settled.

Yi Qingchen snorted softly: "Vampire old demon, is this all?"

Everyone's eyes fell on the emaciated corpse of the old blood-sucking demon, their pupils trembled, and they cringed and collapsed.

In the past, when the old blood-sucking demon ruled the world, the people he killed all looked like this, and now he looks like this when he is dead.

One can't help but think of the word retribution unhappy.

Nian Laoda waited for the disciples of Minghua Sect to bow down quickly, shouting: "The mighty power of the suzerain is unrivaled!"

Yi Qingchen waved his hands, turned to look at the killing monk and the others: "You guys scolded me just now?"

The killing monk couldn't help shrinking his neck.

The other few people didn't respond well, and all of them showed solemn expressions.

As for the miscellaneous soldiers under them, panic has already appeared.

The blood-sucking old demon is already considered a respectable figure in the Devil's Cult, and his status is comparable to that of the deputy suzerain and deputy sect masters of various sects.

His strength is even more astonishing, he was able to retreat completely from the Qingyun sect's pursuit.

Disciples of all sects know how powerful he is.

Therefore, he also knows how powerful the person who can kill the blood-sucking old demon is.

This is not an opponent of the same level as them.

Especially the disciples of the Wandu Sect felt the deepest.

The blood-sucking old demon was originally the leader of the Wandumen's operation. Now that the disciples are not in danger, he died first!

The disciples of the Wandu Sect felt a chill in their hearts.

Yi Qingchen showed a sneer, and the Zhanyuan sword flew out again in a stream of light.

"Brother Dao, show mercy!"

There was a broken drink in the distance, and the sound of piercing the air was approaching rapidly.

Yi Qingchen didn't care about him, and just urged Zhan Yuanjian to run with all his strength.

The killing monk was cut off by the Zhanyuan sword without even reacting, followed by the strong man from Changshengtang.

After that came the glamorous woman, and the silent middle-aged man from Wandumen.

Since they choose to do it, of course they have to remember it clearly once.

The four of them fought one after another, but only the inconspicuous young man from the Wandu Sect survived enough to sacrifice the magic weapon.

Bang, as soon as a dagger flew out, it lost its light and fell to the ground.

Regardless of whether the four were strong or thin in life, they all turned into mummies after being beheaded.

Yi Qingchen sneered: "Native chickens and dogs, how dare you violate my sect, you will die!"

With a sweep of his gaze, the disciples of the four sects were terrified.

The sound of piercing the air is getting closer and closer, and it can be killed in two or three breaths.

There was more than one person coming, and the top four sects all followed secretly.

The Wandumen blood-sucking old demon is dead, and there are three people left.

Without hesitation, Yi Qingchen immediately urged Zhan Yuanjian to continue killing.

The black light skyrocketed, mixed with a little green light.

Yi Qingchen didn't use any extra spells to increase the power at all, the power of Zhan Yuan Sword alone was enough.

"Kill!"

The disciples of the four sects have all experienced fighting, and they are not mediocre people waiting for the slaughter with their hands tied.

Seeing that the leader was dead, and the opponent's magic weapon was attacking him, most of them sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands and shot it out.

The remaining small part was frightened and ran away.

Yi Qingchen didn't even look at the attacking magic weapon, and pinched the magic formula with both hands to urge the Zhanyuan sword to speed up.

The pitch-black sword shadow flicked at a speed that was imperceptible to the human eye, constantly drawing roundabout curves.

dang dang...

One piece of magic weapon lost the master's control, hit the air wall in front of Yi Qingchen and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The wind howled on the top of Kongsang Mountain, filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the blink of an eye, half of the disciples of the four sects had died.