Retrograde fairy way

On the hillside tens of miles away from Lingfeng City, there are two men who are quite different from each other.

A burly man with a bald head about two meters in stature, with ligatured muscles and wearing a golden robe, made people feel quite fierce at a glance.

But the person next to him is thin, like a hemp stick, wearing a bright red robe, and there is a gloomy cold air gushing out, but he is a middle-aged man with skull-like cheeks.

The two stood side by side, their aura burst out imperceptibly, like two fierce beasts, they were actually two Nascent Soul Saints.

"Brother Duan, it's all thanks to you this time. If it weren't for your Blood Prison Formation, Old Man Ling wouldn't have been able to trap him!" the burly man said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with a frightening coldness.

"Where, without Brother Lu's help, I wouldn't be able to do this just by myself!" Although the middle-aged man in the blood robe was full of modest words, his skeleton-like face was really permeating.

At this moment, five or six beams of different colors flashed across the sky, shooting towards the hillside.

The aura contained in these brilliance is obviously all monks of alchemy.

"Greetings to the two saints, Manshan and Gorefiend!"

As soon as the light faded away, all the alchemy cultivators bowed down in unison, all with apprehensive expressions.

According to his words, these two people turned out to be Lu Manshan and Duan Yuanfeng, and it seemed that the one trapped in the formation was none other than Ling Tianying, the sage of the sky eagle.

And this middle-aged man who looks like a skeleton is the blood demon who hunted down Wang Mo back then, but he didn't want to be as handsome as him back then, so he would have this appearance.

"Is it done?"

Lu Manshan asked with a simple and honest look on his face.

"Sage Man Mountain, more than half of the people in the twelve prefectures of Lingfeng Kingdom have killed and killed blood sacrifices!"

The six people looked at each other, and one of the old men took a few steps forward and said respectfully, looking at his aura, he was obviously a Dzogchen monk who formed alchemy.

Although the rest of the people are not as good as the elders, most of them are monks above the middle stage of alchemy.

"Take it out!" Duan Yuanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

There were still two Nascent Soul Saints, and everyone dared not have the slightest intention of disobedience. There was a burst of brilliance on the palms of their hands, and dozens of dark red blood bottles appeared on the ground.

Around these blood bottles, all exude cold blood energy, and there are faint traces of black mist wrapped around them, and the looming grimaces can be vaguely seen on them, trying to break the shackles with teeth and claws.

"Brother Duan, what should we do now?" Lu Manshan nodded slightly, and turned to Duan Yuanfeng.

"It's about the same!" Duan Yuanfeng glanced at the blood bottles, thought for a while, looked at the old man and said: "This holy formation still lacks a few main souls, just give in to the few!"

"what?"

"Lord Gorefiend!"

"Saint, spare your life!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and they all showed a look of disbelief.

The old man moved without hesitation and shot straight towards the sky.

"Hmph, if I let you get away in front of me, how can I save my face? Brother Lu, catch me alive!" Duan Yuanfeng snorted coldly, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, and suddenly he protruded out like a chicken's claw. Grab the sky with his right palm.

A tyrannical aura, wrapped in endless cold and bloody aura, grabbed the old man with a whistling sound.

"not good!"

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he threw out a few beams of brilliance without hesitation. Immediately, a few strong breaths filled the sky, and he resisted the blood claw.

There was a loud bang, and the explosion of majestic magic energy was like a tsunami, and it split with the blood claw in an instant.

And the old man, with the help of this obstruction, suddenly raised his figure and galloped away again.

"Hey, I have some skills!" Duan Yuanfeng sneered, his eyes flashed coldly, and the blood glowed all over his body instantly, and a monstrous bloody aura gushed out.

At the moment when the blood light appeared, his figure shot straight into the sky at an incredible speed, rushing towards the old man's back.

"You are so cruel and inhuman, aren't you afraid that senior Demon Realm will know? I will fight with you!" The old man was pale, with fear in his eyes, and then he slapped his dantian fiercely.

Judging by the situation, it looks like he is about to explode his golden core.

"Hey! Go at ease!" Duan Yuanyong said calmly.

With a touch of one hand, a blood glow instantly turned into a vivid blood snake. This snake was as small as an arrow branch, and its speed was like lightning.

With a soft puff, after the blood snake entered its body, it did not penetrate through its back, but settled down at its dantian.

"what!"

The old man screamed, his cheeks were full of twisted pain, he lost the connection with the golden core in his consciousness, and his figure in the sky also fell instantly.

While it was falling, Duan Yuanyong caught it in his hand and fell downward.

At the same time, Lu Manshan had already captured all the remaining monks.

This Lu Manshan is a Nascent Soul saint who has both dharma and physique, and his combat power is not much weaker than that of the Nascent Soul mid-stage monks, so it is no problem to deal with a few alchemy monks.

After a few thuds, Lu Manshan casually threw aside the monks who had been knocked out by him, looked at Duan Yuanfeng and said, "Brother Duan, is it wrong to do this, after all, there are still many disciples of this junior generation?" In Lingfeng Country, if it spreads..."

"Hehe, Brother Lu is overthinking. Who in the Demon Realm would offend two Nascent Soul cultivators for a few dead people, not to mention you and I killed Ling Tianying, and I got his Nascent Soul body. You take his treasure, and you will definitely improve your cultivation in the future. , and no one dares to make a fuss!" Duan Yuanfeng threw the old man to the ground and said indifferently.

"It's just that this time is different from the past. The incident between the immortal cultivator and the junior Wang Mo in the Demon Realm is in full swing. At this time, I just need to kill Ling Tianying and his backs. If it is true, I will kill these juniors." , I will be unable to move an inch in the Demon Realm from now on!" Lu Manshan's expression was slightly relaxed, but he still looked worried.

But his attack was not slow, and he caught all those monks without falling. It can be seen that in his heart, he still values ​​his old enemy Ling Tianying the most.

"Brother Duan, you don't need to be like this. At that time, you and I will spend some time to kill all these small sects. As long as we do it cleanly, we will all blame it on the immortal cultivators. It will save us a lot of trouble." Is it?" Duan Yuanfeng said with a bloodthirsty face.

"This... alright!" Lu Manshan hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I regretted asking Duan Yuanfeng for help. At first, I just saw the blood demon sect and Tianyuan City quarrel.

For some reason, this Duan Yuanfeng actually left the sect when the Blood Demon Sect closed the mountain. Lu Manshan happened to have a fight with Ling Tianying.

However, Duan Yuanfeng's bloodthirsty approach all the way made Lu Manshan make up his mind that after the matter was over, he must part ways with him.

"Hey!" Seeing that Lu Manshan agreed to come down, Duan Yuanfeng sneered sinisterly, waved a blood light, and photographed a monk on the ground.

He took out a stinky elixir between his palms, squeezed his jaw open and threw it in.

"Wow!"

As soon as the elixir was taken in, the cultivator let out a terrifying howl, and the exposed skin suddenly flushed with redness visible to the naked eye.

His blood vessels were even more bulging, his eyes were protruding, bloodshot, his muscles were twitching non-stop, there was a soft pop all over his body, and a red mist suddenly surged.

There was a bloody smell in the air, and the red mist was blood bursting from its blood vessels.

Looking at the monk who was writhing and writhing on the ground, Duan Yuanfeng looked relieved, as if he was enjoying himself.

Then, the rest of the people were brought to the front one by one, and after doing the same thing, the rest of them stepped into the monk's footsteps.

On the small hillside, there were mournful howls, coupled with a strong bloody atmosphere, spreading like ghosts and monsters.

"Roar! Roar!"

After more than an hour, the howling on the hillside gradually stopped, but there were several more chilling howlings, and the resentment contained in them was even more astonishing.

The clouds above the sky seemed to be affected by this resentment, turning into patches of red clouds.

Looking at the six tumbling blood mist not far in front of him, a huge black shadow could be seen faintly twisting in it, and there were bursts of sharp whistles.

"Hey hey hey!"

Duan Yuanfeng smiled sinisterly, his hands danced quickly, and pinched out the Taoist formula, and in an instant countless bloody lights were immersed in the six blood mist.

Chi chi, the blood mist suddenly rose outwards, then shrank, and turned into a figure in an instant, which was the six former alchemy monks.

It's just that at this time, they have already turned into resentful souls, and endless resentment is exuding from their bodies.

"go with!"

Duan Yuanfeng let out a soft drink, and stretched out his hand to point to the blood bottle on the ground.

The six fierce souls rushed towards the blood bottle in an instant.

With a crackling sound, the blood bottle burst immediately, and a strong bloody smell permeated in an instant, as if it made people sick.

Li Hun didn't care about it, and directly sucked the blood into his mouth as he opened his mouth, and his figure suddenly solidified a lot.

"Brother Duan's good tricks, the cultivation of these juniors has not declined!" Lu Manshan said with a startled look as he swept across these Lihuns with his divine sense, and immediately saw their roots and feet clearly.

"Hehe, what is this? I just stimulated the potential of these juniors so that I can keep them cultivated. If it is a complete Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation, the nine main souls can be cultivated slowly. Its cultivation base is enough to grow to the extent of defying the sky!" Duan Yuanfeng said with a strange smile.

"What? Isn't this the complete blood prison formation?" Hearing this, Lu Manshan was startled.

"That's natural. Hundreds of years ago, Duan Yutian, the lord of the Blood Demon Sect, fought against Luo Changqing, the lord of Tianyuan City. It was the Li Soul of the nine great Nascent Souls in the late stage that was able to fight against Tianyuan City where the opponent's foundation is. The general is seriously injured!" Duan Yuanfeng said proudly.

"The majesty of your lord, Lu was familiar with it back then, but this blood prison formation is really against the sky!" Lu Manshan glanced over the six fierce souls that were devouring blood food, and looked at the sky above Lingfeng City in the distance. There was a bloody light, and an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Duan Yuanfeng glanced across Luman Mountain indistinctly, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting.