Mysterious blood boils

"Hey hey hey hey..." In the dark night, on the bloody battlefield, there was a sudden ferocious laughter, the laughter was like sharp cones, piercing the air viciously, piercing into Xuanyuan Peng's mind , the demon heads of the Nether Demon Sect obviously think that he is a monk of a small secular sect, and they despise him extremely. They will use this kind of sonic magic power as soon as they meet, kill him, and launch a mental attack...

If you are a monk of the Xiaozong sect, it is really difficult to resist this kind of magic door sound skills. The magic door skills are more domineering and more direct than the Taoist mysterious skills. They can kill with one move, and never waste a second. trick.He doesn't talk about any reason or affection at all, he pays attention to sealing the throat with one sword and killing him with one move.Extremely evil and ferocious!

Xuanyuanpeng is of course not a disciple of the small sect, but the successor of the holy fetus of one of the nine great sects. When he heard the sound wave attack, he calmly condensed an auxiliary magical power in the natural sect, Close the ear orifices and sense the movement of the outside world with spiritual knowledge.He held a long halberd in his hand, he was as motionless as a mountain, let him attack fiercely with a grinning smile, and I naturally did not move.

The stern grinning sound wave rang out for several minutes. Seeing Xuanyuan Peng standing upright like a mountain without any sign of trembling at all, the ghostly shadows knew that this kind of magic power was ineffective. It was like an undead whose feet did not touch the ground, floating and surrounded it,

Xuanyuan Peng had just refined five five emperor marrow essences, and his eyesight was developed. He could see things in the dark and focused his eyes to see. However, there were thirteen tall and thin figures in black robes, all covered in black. In the robe, even the head is wrapped in a black hood, leaving only two sword-like demon eyes.It looks mysterious and erratic.It's like ghosts coming out of the ground.Mysterious Blood Boiling 334

Behind each man in black was a huge gourd, obviously, that was their magic weapon to collect death power.

"Boy, who are you from? How dare you snatch the power of necromancers from the Nether Demon Sect. You really don't want to choose a place to die. The Demon Lord has a rich harvest today, and he is in a good mood. Let me give you a way out. Kneel down obediently. Give it to me with both hands." Use the death power you collected, and the devil will let you go!" Thirteen men in black surrounded them, and the leader shouted in a hoarse voice like an old raven's.

"What's the point of talking to him? In my opinion, it's the right thing to deal with him quickly, go meet the young master, and leave this battlefield as soon as possible, so as not to be discovered by the people of the ancient sword sect." Another demon cultivator said murderously .

Just as the demon cultivators were talking, Xuanyuan Peng secretly condensed his spiritual consciousness, sensed it a little, and almost laughed out loud. Damn it, he thought that what a master of the Nether Demon Sect had come.Ganqing is only the thirteen holy fetus demon heads of the first secret realm and the second secret realm.After he entered the battlefield, he restrained his aura, and under the protection of the hidden aura of the holy monument, how could these demon cultivators who had just stepped into the secret realm of the holy fetus be able to judge his accurate cultivation skills?

"Old Jin, why do these demon cultivators use treasure gourds to collect the power of death?" He remained calm and ignored these demon cultivators at all.He is condensing mana to swallow.Then, in his dantian Xuanhai, spray the innate soul fire to refine and compress it, and sacrifice a soul bead.But these magicians carry gourd magic weapons on their backs, and they are obviously holding gourds in full bloom, which seems to be very different from his collection method.

He is new to magic skills.I still don't know much about magic cultivation, so I asked Jin Chan for advice.He is a ten thousand year old demon, so he has seen a lot.

"Hey, just these little devils, can they absorb and refine the power of dead souls like you? I'm afraid countless desperate emotions and unyielding will will turn them into idiots on the spot!" Uncovering the mystery in his heart, he was enlightened and realized the reason.

"In addition to this point, demon cultivators also often use magic weapons to collect death power, accumulate it, and sacrifice it to refine treasures of the demon sect, such as the dead soul banner, the resentful spirit banner, etc., which require countless sacrifices of soul resentment to burst out The terrifying power of death." Jin Chan further elaborated on the method of magic cultivation.

"Boy, did you fucking hear the devil's words..." Seeing Xuanyuanpeng's indifferent face, the leader Moxiu didn't say a word, didn't look at him, as if he didn't hear him, he was angry and strode forward Going forward, he raised his big hand, the real energy in the palm was concentrated sharply, and he wanted to slap the kid in front of him out of his mind, to vent the hatred in his heart...

"Huh?" Xuanyuan Peng's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly waved his palm...

"Wow!" A shrill scream pierced through the air, startling the crows circling and flying all over the sky, and a demon cultivator praised loudly: "Okay, Brother Song is really powerful, one palm is enough..." This As soon as the flattery was shot here, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the tragedy in front of him in horror...

The head of the demon cultivator who slapped violently was slapped below the neck abruptly, blood spurted wildly from the neck of the canopy, and a shattered wave of holy embryo blasted into the dark night, as if A soul lamp that was lit just before dying, released its last light, and quickly disappeared...

"Hiss..." The other twelve demon cultivators trembled in shock, staring at Xuanyuanpeng standing in the pool of blood in shock and anger. This person's attack was too fast, and they didn't see what was going on at all. , With one palm, their boss's head exploded, the holy fetus was smashed, and they died completely.

A congenital master in the secret realm of the holy fetus, as long as the holy fetus is not dead, he has the possibility of taking the soul and rebirth, even if the body is broken and cracked, it doesn't matter.However, this person completely exploded the holy fetus hidden in his head with his palm, even if it was a fairy who came down to earth, it would be difficult to save the boss's life.

"Who is your master? Do you dare to leave the name of the sect?" A demon cultivator shouted angrily, "I, the Nether Demon Sect, run amok in the world, and I have never been afraid of anyone... Wow!..."

Amidst the blood splattering, the demon cultivator, who was screaming, was also bombarded by a palm shadow, blasting his head and holy fetus into a cloud of blood, and the cracked blood bones fell to the ground.

"So what about the Nether Demon Sect? If you dare to step into the Central Plains, you have to pay the price in blood!" Xuanyuan Peng's long hair fluttered behind his head like a waterfall, and a pitch-black magic halberd was "inserted" under his feet. His black robe was blowing in the wind, and he looked calm and breezy, but his series of ruthless attacks seemed terrifying in the eyes of the demon cultivators.

"You... you, you, you... are you the descendant of the holy fetus of the ancient sword sect?" The demon cultivators were frightened and angry. Don't tell them the old rules of the rivers and lakes, just kill them as soon as you strike, with a ruthless and ruthless style, it is even more tyrannical than the people in the Demon Sect.

"No, a disciple of the Sword Sect, how could it be possible to collect the power of the dead souls and blood demons? My friend, may I ask which alliance sect you are a child of, the demon clan and the demon sect in the world belong to one family, so don't kill each other... Wow!..." Another demon Xiu suddenly thought of this, took a step and was about to make love, but unexpectedly, a palm shadow flashed by, a head was shattered, and a halo jet of holy fetus disappeared, and death disappeared in an instant... Mysterious blood boiled 334

"Damn it, do you really think we're afraid of you?..." A devil's scalp exploded when he saw it, and he put down a hard word before turning around and fleeing. Xing Zhengxie is unpredictable, if he wants to survive, he has to run away, and they turn around and want to run away...

"The ground collapsed and the mountains cracked!" Xuanyuan Peng's right foot suddenly stepped heavily on the ground, and with a bang, countless sharp soil shoots burst out from the ground with a radius of hundreds of meters, one by one like It is a sharp weapon piercing the sky, stabbing madly into the vast night sky...

This is a trick of Dong Xue Tu Huang Gong!

"Puff, puff, puff...", "Wow!, wow!, wow!..." A blunt sound piercing the flesh, and a piercing scream, mixed with the sound of piercing through the air, the fleeing demon Cultivators, before they could take the second step, they were pierced to the ground by the bamboo shoots that protruded everywhere, and they danced and were pierced in the air, and large swathes of blood flew...

"Bring me all the power of death you have collected!" Xuanyuan Peng waved his right palm, and a majestic mana swept across the place, forcibly capturing all thirteen treasure gourds full of death breath in the air, and flew into the sky. into his big hand.He became more and more proficient in the natural door's "knowing the small universe in the palm". It looks like a palm, but it contains a small world. Thirteen treasure gourds fell into it and were taken into his treasure bag in an instant.

"Who dares to fight against my Nether Demon Sect? Are you impatient?" A roar like a night owl suddenly came, and in the distant night, swish swish swish... the sound of breaking wind As if the wind was howling, in an instant, twenty or thirty powerful black-robed ghosts rushed over like ghosts and ghosts.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!" With a chisel, a cold and sharp sword light, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, pierced Xuanyuan Peng's throat like a poisonous snake.

The speed of this sword is as fast as the blink of an eye. It is obvious that the person is still far away, but it suddenly condenses in front of Xuanyuan Peng's throat like a ghost in the night. The cold sword energy stimulates the muscles of the throat. Jumping, there are countless tiny goosebumps...

"Clang!" A shadow of a halberd suddenly stood in front of the throat. The tip of the sword collided with the body of the halberd, and a dazzling spark burst out. The halberd blocked this phantom-like sword light.

"Roar!" As the sword light receded, there was a deafening dragon roar, and a faint, mountain-like dark giant body suddenly condensed in front of Xuanyuan Peng.

"Huh?" Xuanyuan Peng's heart was shocked, and when he stared at it, he saw a pretentious black dragon sword energy, winding and circling, and a tall, thin and lonely figure stood proudly on top of the dragon's head. The man in black robe didn't cover his head like his subordinates, his face was as pale as paper, and his two eyes were burning with two scarlet will-o'-the-wisps, very frightening! (To be continued..)