Retrograde fairy way

Hearing this, the white-haired young man was taken aback for a moment, and immediately clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahaha!"

The one who laughs leans forward and back, as if tears are about to come out, but every time he smiles, the exposed bones on the left cheek will turn up, revealing the dark red flesh and blood inside, which looks extremely hideous and strange.

As his laughter sounded, an invisible wave emanated from the surroundings, rolling towards the surroundings, crackling and crackling, and the cups on the stone table instantly shattered.

The demon energy around the demon spirit surged violently, forming a black light curtain to protect itself, but it was only blocked a little, and then it flew backwards under the impact of that invisible wave.

Only the two puppet girls behind the white-haired youth stood there expressionlessly.

"Okay, okay!" After a while, the white-haired young man stopped laughing, said three good words, and then waved a bloody light, photographing the devil in front of him, and said lightly: "It's been a long time since I laughed so heartily!" After that, for the sake of making me laugh so happily, I will give you the power to refine your soul!"

"What?" The demon suddenly became anxious, thinking that when he was with Wang Mo back then, he had used his blood to refine the soul-hunting method, and the pain in it was unbearable. When the palm of the white-haired young man fell, he said anxiously: "Wait, wait, I have a great chance to change my life!"

"Oh!"

The bloody palm that was supposed to be photographed suddenly stopped a few inches in front of the demon's skull, and the young man in white said noncommittally: "This seat can also be obtained after refining the soul!"

"You are just a younger generation. How can you search for the soul of this demon primordial spirit? If you do not wait for you to use the soul-searching technique, this demon will explode the primordial spirit yourself, and you will get nothing!" Feeling the coercion in the bloody palm , Knowing that the other party is not an ordinary monk, in order to survive, the demon spirit is willing to go all out, as long as he does not suffer from the sacrifice.

"Huh? Junior?" Hearing this, the white-haired young man frowned, and said to himself, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anyone call him that in so many years.

"Yes, although this demon has forgotten his cultivation in his heyday, you are by no means the opponent of this demon in his heyday!" The demon said anxiously.

Looking at the demon spirit, the white-haired young man's eyes flashed strangely, and then he stretched out his consciousness to extend towards the demon spirit. In just a few short breaths, his complexion suddenly changed, showing a look of surprise, but it was fleeting.

"Then tell me, what is this great opportunity?" The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows as if he was interested in what the demon said.

"Hmph, if you want to get a great chance, first find a physical body for this demon!" The white-haired young man was consciously interested, and the demon spirit seemed to have forgotten what he said to Wang Mo back then, and the end was not ordinary miserable.

Sure enough, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, and a trace of coldness appeared in the corner of his mouth. He suddenly reached down with his bloody hand, directly covering the entire head of the demon spirit.

"Wow!"

As soon as the blood palm came into contact with the devil's energy, there was a chi-chi scorching sound, and the devil let out a miserable howl and struggled vigorously.

But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free from the bloody palm.

"Stop... stop... Ben... I say!" Under the pressure of the bloody palm, the demon finally couldn't bear the pain and begged for mercy.

"Hmph!" The white-haired young man snorted coldly, pressed down the blood palm again, and then withdrew it.

"Ah!" The demon screamed again, and after the young man withdrew his bloody palm, it took him a while to regain his senses, and said with a click: "I... I know that one person possesses a top-level kung fu technique. , as long as you can catch that person, you can obtain this exercise!"

"Hey!" The white-haired young man was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, as if he realized that he would be fooled. What the demon said was nothing to him. One of the strongest, he will never give up his own practice because of one practice.

Don't say that the kung fu is top-notch, even the immortal-level kung fu is useless.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man's gaze towards the demon gradually turned cold: "It seems that it is better to refine you, even if you are a senior of the demonic way and only have a trace of primordial spirit left, but such a slippery head, keeping it is a disaster." !"

"Wait, there's another peerless treasure!" Sensing the killing intent of the white-haired youth, the demon spoke again.

"Say!" The white-haired youth said a little impatiently.

If he hadn't seen that the spirit of this demon spirit was indeed extremely condensed, it was by no means comparable to him, otherwise he would have already slapped it with his back and straightened his soul.

"This thing is a drop of real devil's blood!" The demon hesitated for a moment, but in fact, it didn't know what it was in its heart, but vaguely remembered it was a drop of blood.

Knowing from the memories of the people it has devoured over the years, this kind of blood essence of high-level magic cultivators is definitely a treasure of the first level of immortal treasures for the monks of the magic way, so I made a nonsense out of it.

"What?" Hearing this, the expression of the originally calm white-haired young man changed drastically, and he asked anxiously, "Say it again?"

"I said that person has a drop of real devil's blood on him!" Seeing that he had been fooled, the demon spirit couldn't help but feel happy, claiming that what he had learned from the devourer's soul all these years had finally come in handy.

"Huh!" It seemed that this thing really shocked the young man in white. After a change in his complexion, he frowned and said, "Who is that person and where is he?"

In his opinion, he doesn't need to ask the other party's cultivation level, he knows that the other party is definitely not his opponent. With his current cultivation base, there are probably not many old monsters on the mainland except for those old monsters who have not been born. opponent.

This is not ego, but absolute self-confidence.

"Before he...says this person, this demon has a condition!" The demon spirit who was about to say what Wang Mo said came to his lips, the black mist in his eyes shook for a while, and he couldn't help but change the subject.

"Hmph, are you looking for death?" The young man in white said coldly, raising his right hand as a gesture, and the blood glowed on it.

"If you dare to use the secret method on this demon again, this demon will close its consciousness and let you get nothing!" Seeing that the other party was about to attack, the demon said calmly, but there was a flash of inspiration in its mind, and a Occult.

"You..." The young man in white froze, his raised right hand slowly fell, and he said in a cold voice: "Say it, as long as it is not an unreasonable request, I can agree to it!"

He knew that with his cultivation base, it was indeed possible to refine what he needed from the other party's primordial spirit, but it was only possible.

But he didn't dare to take the risk, because the temptation of the phrase 'True Demon Essence and Blood' was too great for him to take a little risk.

"The devil has said all the conditions, find a flesh body for this devil!" the demon spirit clicked, and then the black mist surged, and added again: "Don't use an ordinary flesh body to fool this devil!"

"Okay, I agree, let's tell the situation of that person!" The young man in white asked with a relaxed expression when he heard the words.

"Are you a fool for this demon? What if you don't keep your word after what this demon says?" Demon Lingyu said with disdain.

Among those monks' souls, it has seen many intrigues among human monks, and it has to guard against this situation now.

"Okay, I, He Lianyun, hereby swear to Lord Zumo that as long as what this... this senior says is true, I will definitely treat you as a guest of honour, and I will never dare to hurt you in the slightest. If you violate it, you must be careful." Burned to death, Lord Ancestral Demon please witness, deed!" The expression of He Lianyun, a young man in white, changed for a while, and he finally gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and pointed three fingers to the sky, and made an oath.

After he finished speaking the last word, he saw a drop of blood flying out of his chest, and then it turned out of the devilish energy on the demon spirit's body, as if there was a trace of black energy rolling in it.

Immediately, he made a tactic with both hands, streaks of blood flashed in the air, and then began to twist, turned into several strange characters, and then submerged into the drop of blood.

As soon as the restraint entered the blood drop, there was a chirping sound, and the blood drop surged up instantly, and finally dissipated into the air with a puff.

"Senior, can you say it?" After finishing all this, He Lianyun stared at the demon spirit, and paused every word.

The momentum on his body was seductive, as if the devil dared to make any demands, and he would strike.

"Of course, that man's name is Wang Mo, who is from Tianhuo State, but now he is in the Demon Realm, and the place where this demon and him will fight for the last time is the junction of the Demon Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect. Although this kid I have always been cautious, but I am greedy. I must have taken the treasure left by this demon. With the magic energy left by this demon, I can easily find him. Remember, you must catch him alive. The drop of blood of the real demon is in his body !" Demon Spirit told Wang Mo's situation readily.

Because it knows that it is the highest oath among the monks of the Demonic Way. The monks of the Demonic Way have killed too much in their lives.

"What's it like?" He Lianyun asked with a flash of thought in his eyes.

Hearing that the devilish energy on the demon spirit surged up and steamed upwards, it immediately turned into a figure, and after shaking for a few times, it formed the influence of Wang Mo, and finally said: "This son is a cultivation base of alchemy, but he is extremely cunning , but with your cultivation base, it should be easy to catch!"

Looking at the ordinary-looking young man in the image, He Lianyun nodded slightly, and said to the demon spirit, "I hope you didn't lie to me!"

"How come, this demon has always been trustworthy!" The demon retorted, but only he knew the little Jiujiu in his heart.

He Lianyun didn't pay attention to it any more, turned his left hand over suddenly, and several small blood-colored swords one inch long and short appeared on it, and then flicked his fingers repeatedly, sinking into several rays of light.

Throwing upwards slightly with one hand, the blood swords automatically floated in the air, and a brilliance protruded from the blood swords, shooting at the image transformed by the demon spirit.

In the blink of an eye, a tiny shadow flashed above the blood sword. Looking carefully, it was exactly that image, but it was shrunk countless times.

After finishing all this, Bai Helianyun swiftly waved his hands, and typed out Dao Dao Jue, touched the few blood swords, and saw the blood sword trembled slightly, let out a deep sword cry, and swished away through the air.

When encountering the bloody restriction in the sky above, the restriction light curtain dissipated automatically. After the blood sword passed through the light curtain, the brilliance disappeared without a trace in a flash.