I will return you 10,000 times my money. I am the strongest furnace in the Demon Sect.

The flying knife formation is composed of a total of 108 prismatic flying knives. Each flying knife is forged from basalt steel in one piece. It is prismatic, with extremely sharp blades on all four sides, and even poisoned.

The Jackal Demon Cultivator came here with the purpose of killing Zhao Mu.

But the scene in front of him shocked the Jackal Demon Cultivator.

This boy's body skills are so amazing that he can pass through the flying knives without getting a single leaf on his body!

He has pushed the attack speed of the flying knives to the extreme. It stands to reason that even a strong man at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage cannot dodge.

Even if a wound is cut by a flying knife, the sinister cold poison contained in the flying knife is enough to poison a strong man at the God Transformation stage.

This poison is a priceless treasure. In order to get this little poison, he paid a huge price.

But now it has become a joke.

The flying knife can't even touch the corner of Zhao Mu's clothes, let alone hurt him.

As time dragged on, the Jackal Demon Cultivator became furious and no longer concealed his aura. The aura of the peak of the Nascent Soul burst out instantly, and he jumped in front of Zhao Mu and launched a fierce attack.

"Who sent you?" Zhao Mu avoided the attack of the Jackal Demon Cultivator with ease and asked sternly.

"Boy, you insulted the real dragon, so you should pay the price with blood!"

The Jackal Demon Cultivator roared and punched Zhao Mu with all his strength.

Long Tianxiang?

Zhao Mu frowned slightly.

This guy is too bold. On such an important sect event as Hunting Day, he dared to disobey the order of Queen Qingyun and secretly attack Zhao Mu. He really didn't fear backlash.

But at this moment, Zhao Mu noticed that the Jackal Demon Cultivator's eyes flashed with panic.

There is a problem.

Could it be that he deliberately framed him?

Although Zhao Mu had no good feelings towards Long Tianxiang, he could not believe that he was such an insane and reckless guy. Otherwise, it would be too bad to have such an opponent.

Zhao Mu's mind moved, and he immediately changed his strategy.

He originally planned to kill the Jackal Demon Cultivator, but now it seems that he has to spare his life to see if he can force some useful information out of him.

Swish!

Purple lightning spread out like a vine, and instantly entangled and imprisoned the Jackal Demon Cultivator.

The Jackal Demon Cultivator's fist was still three steps away from Zhao Mu, and he lost his ability to move. He was paralyzed on the spot, unable to move, with horror in his eyes.

What a terrible method. His cultivation at the peak of the Nascent Soul, facing a human cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation, he actually felt powerless to resist.

He is indeed a human genius, and he must not stay in this world!

In an instant, a violent spiritual energy reaction broke out in the abdomen of the Jackal Demon Cultivator.

"Again?"

Zhao Mu had experience now, and he could see at a glance that the Jackal Demon Cultivator was preparing to self-destruct the Nascent Soul.

He immediately blasted out with a palm, fiercely hitting the abdomen of the Jackal Demon Cultivator, blasting the fierce Red Sun Fire into his body, burning his Nascent Soul, and destroying the Nascent Soul before it exploded.

"Puff..."

The self-explosion failed, and the Jackal Demon Cultivator vomited blood, lost his spiritual power, and the flying knives around him fell one after another.

Although the Nascent Soul was destroyed, the injury was not fatal, but the cultivation level would drop directly to the Jindan realm, or even lower.

At this time, the Jackal looked discouraged. He knew that he was completely finished. If he fell into Zhao Mu's hands, even death would be a luxury.

Zhao Mu grabbed the Jackal Demon Cultivator's neck and was about to torture him.

But at this moment, a stone flew through the air with a whoosh, directly entering the Jackal Demon Cultivator's left temple and exiting the right temple, and also brought out a piece of white brain matter, almost splashing on Zhao Mu.

"Who!"

Zhao Mu was shocked and quickly chased in the direction where the stone flew, but found nothing.

That person is extremely powerful, definitely a top-level expert.

"My husband, are you okay?"

Niu Yulan ran over and asked with concern.

Xing Ziyue frowned slightly, looked at the corpse of the jackal demon cultivator on the ground with a complicated look, and said to Zhao Mu: "Junior brother, your current situation is really not very good. The only thing to be thankful for is that the demon clan seems to be in internal strife. Some people want you to live, and some want you to die. Before the internal game of the demon clan has not yet been decided, you should still be safe."

Zhao Mu's eyes were cold, and he said: "It's very simple. When friends come, there is good wine, and when enemies come, they are fucked!"

Xing Ziyue was speechless by Zhao Mu's words. After holding it in for a long time, she said sincerely: "I worry in vain. God dare not take away a scourge like you."

Zhao Mu waved his hand and took back the 108 flying knives on the ground.

This flying magic weapon is quite interesting. Each flying knife is a separate magic weapon, and the grade is not low, at least starting from the fifth grade.

Not to mention the power enhancement effect after the combination of the flying knife array, just picking up these 108 fifth-grade flying knife magic weapons for free is also a bloody profit.

Moreover, the original owner of the flying knife has died, his soul has been destroyed, and no trace is left. The flying knife is already ownerless. Zhao Mu only needs to take it back and refine it a little to make it his own magic weapon.

However, the poison on it must be cleaned up. After all, Zhao Mu doesn't know where the poison comes from. It would be bad if it accidentally hurts himself or others.

Even if you want to poison, you have to make your own poison.

Zhao Mu touched the body of the jackal again and found nothing else.

This guy should be running to assassinate Zhao Mu with the intention of dying if he fails, and he will not leave anything that reveals his identity and origin.

Shaking his head, Zhao Mu burned the body to ashes.

Continue hunting.

Not long after, the area around the Demon Temple began to become lively.

Kong Miaoyin, Long Tianxiang, Xiao Wugui, and several demon cultivators all flew over from different directions, preparing for the final hunt.

Zhao Mu glanced at them and felt a little disappointed.

Within a radius of ten miles, there were only two human cultivators, him and Xing Ziyue, and the rest were all demons.

Suddenly, an elephant came in the air.

"Why is there an elephant here?" Zhao Mu's expression became strange.

He looked closely and found that the elephant had no life fluctuations, and seemed to be a mechanical puppet.

On the back of the elephant sat a thin-clothed and thin boy.

The boy had red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, and was handsome, but also had a neutral beauty. He looked in the direction of Zhao Mu and the other two, and then showed a happy expression on his face, and rushed over on the elephant.

"Sister Lan, I didn't expect you to be here too."

The boy jumped off the elephant's back and jumped in front of Niu Yulan, smiling with eyes curved into crescent shapes.

After a close observation, Zhao Mu found that the boy was a little too beautiful.

Unlike Zhao Mu, who exudes masculine charm, this boy is more charming and weak, with a unique boyish feeling, and should be the favorite of many big sisters.

From his appearance and the mechanical puppet he rides, plus the fact that he knows Niu Yulan, his identity is obvious.

The boy should be the first genius of puppetry in Shengyuan Demon Sect, Zuo Xiangying.