Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"Haha, I'm just joking."

"Humph!"

The demon boy snorted coldly and turned his head away.

But Yuchitu's next words dealt another heavy blow to Yaotong.

"Don't worry, my family used to be poor, so I won't look down on you. After I go back, I will find some spiritual materials and fruits for you. Eat more, and you will always grow taller..."

Yuchi patted the demon boy's head with his big hand like a fan.

The demon boy felt his brain was in chaos, as if he had been slapped twice by a heavy discus.

"shut up!"

The demon boy pushed away Yuchitu's hand, and stared at Yuchitu with fiery eyes.

He was trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Seeing the demon boy get angry, Yuchitu shrugged resentfully, and stopped talking.

Only then did the demon boy turn around slowly, looking down at the city below with a face as heavy as water.

"I'm so kind, but I don't appreciate it. I don't blame you for not being tall..."

Yuchitu muttered behind the demon boy.

"Turn on the formation!"

The demon boy roared, full of anger.

...

At the same time, dozens of blood-robed demons stood tall above another city, led by a pink figure.

"Before the formation is arranged, all those who leave the city will be killed."

Yi Shui'er looked indifferent and spoke coldly.

"Yes!"

Several blood-robed demon cultivators took orders and left.

Not long after, the formation in the city was completed.

Yi Shui'er stood in the clouds, looked at the city below with no expression on his face, and whispered in his mouth:

"Open the formation."

...

"We can't let this formation take shape, everyone work together to break the formation!"

In a certain city, a middle-aged man at the second level of the Primordial Realm yelled at the surrounding monks.

Not far from him, two blood-robed demons were arranging formations.

Following the roar of the middle-aged man, countless monks around shot out one after another, and the colorful Yuanli blasted towards the two blood-robed demon cultivators.

"Heck, it's an honor for you ants to become the master's elixir, and you dare to resist, you really don't know how to live or die!"

With a scream, a vast green mist surged in the sky, and a dark green figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Five Poison Rakshasa, you slaughter the common people like this, aren't you afraid of being exterminated by the righteous way of the world!"

A monk roared.

"Hehe, the righteous way? The Heavenly Sword Sect can't protect itself now..." Wudu Luosha covered his mouth and smiled.

"You demons will definitely be punished by God!!"

"I don't know if God will punish you, but you can go to die now."

As the voice of the Five Poison Raksha fell, everyone showed pain on their faces, vomited blood, and fell to the ground one after another, without breath.

Looking at the countless corpses on the ground, the Five Poison Raksha whispered:

"You will never understand the power of the master..."

Chapter 207 Undead Patriarch

In just one month, hundreds of cities in Tianjianzong had been reduced to dead cities.

A total of more than 2000 million people...

Almost all of the remaining cities have become empty cities, with countless people scrambling to rush into the seven main cities, seeking shelter.

For a time, the entire territory of Tianjianzong was full of mourners, and people were panicked.

Fang Mo, the blood master, has become synonymous with demons, who can stop children from crying and livestock from barking.

...

"Sovereign, Heavenly Sword Sect asks for help!"

In the empty hall, an elder in blue hurried in and handed a jade slip to the elegant old man on the high seat.

Ling Xiaozi took the jade slip and scanned it.

"This... this devil is simply insane! The crime is unforgivable!!"

After a while, Ling Xiaozi's face was ashen, and he no longer felt elegant.

Kill tens of millions of people? ?

This is simply madness!

Bloodthirsty butcher!

In the history of history, there has never been such a cruel and bloodthirsty demon in the practice world.

He knew that if he didn't act anymore, more people would be massacred, and the Heavenly Sword Sect would be in jeopardy, and more importantly, the entire Righteous Way would suffer a huge blow.

"Notify the five elders, follow me to the Five Poison Swamp tomorrow, and kill this demon!"

Ling Xiaozi's face was frosty, and a mighty aura swept out of his body.

And at this moment, a blood-robed demon cultivator appeared outside the Xiaoyao Gate, his whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his demonic aura was soaring into the sky.

"Bold, where is the magic cultivator, dare to provoke here?!"

A Xiaoyao Sect disciple shouted angrily at the blood-robed Moxiu.

The blood-robed demon cultivator was unmoved, and a hoarse voice came from the black mist:

"Blood Lord has an order. If Xiaoyaomen dares to intervene in the matter of Tianjianzong, then Xiaoyaomen will be the next Tianjianzong!"

As soon as the words fell, a bloody token shot out from the black mist and was inlaid on the boulder.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist dissipated, and the blood-robed demon cultivator disappeared without a trace.

...

"This blood master is too arrogant!"

"I simply don't pay attention to my sect!"

"You dare to threaten my sect, you really don't know how to live or die!"

"I also ask the suzerain to kill this demon, as a warning to others!"

In the main hall, the elders of Xiaoyaomen were furious.

On the high seat, Ling Xiaozi looked gloomy and remained silent.

He held a blood-colored token in his hand, with a strange blood lotus carved on it.

...

At the same time, the Five Poison Mountains also welcomed an unexpected guest.

"Blood Lord..."

The old man with a haggard face looked at the misty mountains in front of him, and whispered, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes.

Immediately afterwards, the withered old man stepped into the mountain range expressionlessly.

The strange thing is that where the withered old man walked, the vegetation withered, and even the ground left deep footprints.

Soon, the withered old man came to the edge of the swamp, ignored the blood-cloaked demon cultivators standing around, and walked straight towards the swamp.

"stop!"

A blood-robed demon cultivator at the fourth level of Yuan Zhe Realm stopped the old man.

The haggard old man paused, turned his head slowly, and glanced at the blood-robed demon cultivator.

His eyes were cloudy and dull.

"puff!"

The blood-robed demon cultivator spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the surrounding blood-robed demon cultivators changed, and they immediately surrounded him.

"Bold, dare to act wild here, court death!"

Several blood-robed demon cultivators burst out with soaring demonic energy, attacking the withered old man.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the haggard old man remained unmoved and only raised his sagging eyelids.

"what!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

After several screams, those blood-robed demon cultivators were all seriously injured and fell to the ground, dying.

"No... no matter who you are, Lord Blood Lord will not let you go!"

A blood-robed demon cultivator clutched his chest, his voice stern.

"Blood Lord? Hehe, I will send him to meet you later, Patriarch."

After finishing speaking, the haggard old man waved his hand lightly, and a gray air flow swept across the audience, and the blood-robed demon cultivators had no breath at all.