Mortal Bones

"boom!"

At this moment, the black robe on the demon cultivator suddenly shattered, and a body with skin as black as charcoal, but unusually tall and exuding a terrifying aura, appeared in front of Xu Taiping.

Feeling the wave of destructive aura on the man's body, Xu Taiping was able to confirm that the man in front of him must be a demon cultivator.

According to the records in the sect's classics, demon cultivators, like martial artists, attach great importance to strengthening their bodies.

But the difference is that the way they train their bodies is extremely bloody and cruel, and the bodies they produce in this way often look very scary.

"Roar!"

At this time, the female Fei Zheng, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Immediately, her black hair turned into countless sharp swords, and they all stabbed at the demon cultivator.

Facing the blow from Nu Feizheng, the demon cultivator remained calm and unhurried.

He released his other hand with a relaxed expression, and then punched the flying thorn in the hair.

"Bang!" Amidst the loud earthquake, the woman's black hair was broken numerous times, and her body was sent flying backwards by the demon cultivator's punch, hitting the courtyard wall heavily.

See this scene.

The man Feizheng roared again, then abandoned the hatchet in his hand, gathered all his strength, and punched the demon cultivator.

Facing this punch, the demon cultivator raised the corners of his mouth and did not dodge or dodge, letting him hit him.

"Bang!" Amidst the heavy collision, the man's stiff hand hit the demon cultivator's chest firmly, but the demon cultivator's body did not move at all, only the ground under his feet was cracked.

"It's my turn."

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, then raised his hand and made a fist. The fist was filled with black energy with sparks, and hit the man Feizong's chest hard.

"boom!"

The man's frozen chest was directly penetrated by this punch.

"Plop!" The man suddenly knelt down on the ground with a dull face.

"How dare a lost dog bark in front of me?"

Mo Xiu sneered, then without even looking at the male Fei Zong, he walked straight past him, then walked to the female Fei Zong and squatted down and said:

"Come, let me take a look at the quality of your Tianxiang Zhuyan Fruit."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, used his sharp black nails to lightly scratch the woman's frozen head, and then lifted her scalp.

A fruit that was red in color and shaped like a cardamom appeared in the center of Fei Zong's brain.

The roots of that seed spread to almost every corner of the brain.

At the same time, an intoxicating aroma instantly filled the small courtyard.

"Well, that's right. It's worth all the effort I put into breaking in."

The demon cultivator took a deep breath with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Nv Fei Zong is planting flowers with a woman's head, while the demon cultivator is using Nv Fei Zong's head to plant some kind of fragrant red-faced fruit. No wonder the human monks are at odds with this ghost cultivator and the demon cultivator."

The scene in front of him made Xu Taiping feel a chill down his spine, and he couldn't help but increase the speed of condensing the red and gold fireworks again.

Regardless of whether he would be discovered by the demon cultivator, he must have a backup plan.

The demon cultivator did not immediately pick off the Tianxiang Zhuyan Fruit in the girl's head, but took out a palm-sized cloth bag.

As soon as the mouth of the bag was pulled, the woman Feizheng was sucked in.

Then, the demon cultivator picked up the bag and turned to look at the man Fei Zhan.

"Although I don't like the red-faced fruit raised on male corpses, if you sell it, you should be able to get a good price."

As the demon cultivator spoke, he carried the cloth bag and walked towards the man's frozen body.

"After all, this is the Tianxiang Zhuyan Fruit grown from the body of the once famous Duanshuidao Duan leader."

With a smile on his face, he squatted down in front of the man.

As he spoke, he picked up the bag again and prepared to open the mouth of the bag again.

And the moment he opened the mouth of the cloth bag, the man who was kneeling in front of him with a huge hole in his chest suddenly opened his eyes suddenly.

"Boom!" The moment he opened his eyes, a huge and majestic pressure, like the roaring and rushing river, crashed into the courtyard.

"Bang!" The demon cultivator's skin burst open under the pressure.

But even so, he still struggled and flew back a few steps, and then tried his best to mobilize the demonic energy in his body to protect his whole body, resisting this terrifying pressure.

"bass!"

The demon cultivator pulled out a black long sword from his waist.

At the same time, in his other hand, he was tightly holding Nan Feizheng's hatchet.

"Who are you?"

He asked with a cold tone to the man who suddenly opened his eyes.

"who I am?"

Nan Feizong looked at the hole in his chest, then stood up slowly, and then looked up at the demon cultivator.

"Didn't you just say that?"

He looked at the demon cultivator with indifferent eyes.

"No...impossible!"

The demon cultivator's pupils suddenly dilated, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Old friend, come here."

The male Feizheng suddenly stretched out his hand towards the demon cultivator.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hatchet held by the demon cultivator suddenly clanged and trembled, as if trying to break free from the demon cultivator's hand.

But the demon cultivator refused to let go.

Because he knew very well what the consequences would be if he really got the knife in front of him.

"Old friend, how can a mere demon soldier trap you? You are my sword, Duan Tianya!"

The male flying zombie still raised his hand, looking at the axe with a firm gaze, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling blade light came out from the axe in the hands of the demon cultivator, followed by a "blade sound" that resounded through the world like an angry roar suppressed for thousands of years.

"Bang!" With a blast, the surging blade energy exploded from the axe, tearing the entire arm of the demon cultivator into pieces.

"Bang!"

The axe broke free and hit Duan Tianya's hand heavily.

It was like a high-five between two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.