There Is A Dragon In My Well

The long-simmering war between good and evil finally officially started after everyone left.

Countless demons originate from all directions, including demons, witches, heretics, and evil cultivators.

Even the authentic Xuanmen Taoism joined them and attacked the Shushan disciples crazily.

Obviously, these sects were all sects that had been oppressed by the Shushan Sword Sect and had enmity with each other.

"Hehe, this is what you call decency, nothing more than that!"

The old demon Bashan smiled ferociously and charged back and forth in the field, taking away the lives of all the decent disciples.

"It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable! Hahahaha..."

Bashan Laomo laughed excitedly. He had suppressed it for a long time and never killed and devoured it so happily.

He possesses the immortal form of the Wu Clan and is definitely the most dazzling one in the field. He is tall and strong, holding a mace, and can be seen in one glance.

He grabbed it with his big hand, and the disciples of various sects had no resistance. They were caught in his hand like an eagle catching a chicken, and they opened their bloody mouths in a crazy and dazzling manner.

He dazzled more than a dozen people at once, and every time he ate someone, a thick green witch light emitted from his body, and his aura quickly became stronger.

Moreover, this old devil is not only proficient in witchcraft, but he also practiced the magic method to his core in order to hide his identity.

Now that witchcraft and magic are combined, all the decent disciples he kills are devoured by him. Essence, blood and vitality are constantly replenished into the body, and the immortal body of the great witch is getting stronger and stronger, which can be described as rapid.

"This guy is awesome, I'll meet him!"

Taoist Jinjiao maintains his own identity. Although the saint boy feels itchy, it is obviously disrespectful to attack ordinary people, so the extremely rampant old demon Bashan becomes the target of his attacks.

At that moment, the golden horn rolled in the air and turned into a man, wearing a Tai Chi Bagua purple gold robe and holding a seven-star sword, and came to kill him.

"You splashing ink, don't be so arrogant, look at my magic weapon!"

Taoist Jinjiao shouted loudly, and first patted his waist, and the golden rope flew out, like a golden dragon, coiled around, and tied up the old devil Bashan.

"Hehe... I am an immortal sorcerer, and a broken rope wants to trap me? You are really overestimating your capabilities!"

Ba Liming laughed ferociously, and did not dodge or dodge, letting the golden rope wrap around him, and he tried hard to break free of the golden rope.

But he obviously underestimated the power of the Golden Rope. This Golden Rope is a saint's belt and a magic weapon. Although it is not an innate thing, it is not comparable to ordinary things. It has been influenced by the Saint's breath. How can it be so easy? Can you break free?

Ba Liming struggled hard, making a clicking sound and golden light bursting out, but he couldn't break free.

"Good fellow, what kind of magic weapon is this broken rope? It is so strong that it can bind my immortal body of the great witch?"

Ba Liming was startled, and just as he was about to break away again, the figure of the Golden Horn Taoist had already flashed in front of him, and the seven-star sword in his hand struck, the starlight was bright and dazzling.

Even Ba Liming's eyes hurt from the starlight blooming on the Seven Star Sword, knowing that it was another magical weapon with extraordinary power.

He was now trapped in his body, unable to dodge or hit hard. He was so angry that he was filled with rage. He had no choice but to use his witchcraft to activate the immortal body of the great witch to the maximum.

Then there was a flash of golden light, and an extremely painful tearing feeling suddenly came to him. Ba Liming screamed in pain, and his eyes turned red.

He lowered his head and saw that there was a sword wound from his chest to his shoulder that was so deep that he could see the bone, and the green witch's blood couldn't stop flowing.

The Golden Horn was about to strike again, but Ba Liming roared angrily, fell to the ground, rolled fiercely, and hit the Golden Horn Taoist.

If it weren't for the Tai Chi Bagua Purple Gold Robe's extremely strong defense, he would have been broken by the old demon Bashan.

Even so, Taoist Jinjiao was knocked out and crashed into a mountain peak like an inverted jade pillar, embedded very deeply.

Wow!

Lord Jinjiao suddenly jumped out and broke away. His face was ugly, he recited a spell, and drew his finger on the Seven-Star Sword. Blood stains flowed smoothly from his hand, and he threw it into the air.

"Tai Shang Laojun is as urgent as the law, quick!!"

The Seven-Star Sword was as if it had been pumped with chicken blood, ejecting into the void at extremely fast speeds.

With a pop, Ba Liming was pierced through the demon's body by the Seven-Star Sword. He screamed, bumped wildly, and struggled continuously.

The golden light flashed rapidly as the golden rope was pulled away, and with a final click, like the sound of an arm being dislocated, the golden rope fell down.

After being freed, Ba Liming screamed loudly, raised his hand and slapped randomly. A large number of monks died. He took a big mouthful of blood and swallowed them all into his stomach.

Replenished with rich blood essence and vitality, Ba Liming's body crackled and roared, and he quickly recovered his body as a great witch.

Not only that, after his great witch body was repaired, his defense became even stronger.

"Brother, this Wu clan has a strong body, and he will devour it unscrupulously. He will only get stronger as he fights. It's better not to waste your energy. When I take him into grandpa's gourd and refine it into a great medicine, it can also be used for you and me to increase our cultivation. .”

Taoist Yinjiao came up and said, while taking off the purple, gold and red gourd from his waist.

Taoist Jinjiao nodded and said: "That's good. The bloodline of this Wu clan is really powerful, and it devours it unscrupulously. Grandpa's seven-star sword can't stop him. I used the purple, gold and red gourd to restrain it, so I'm afraid he won't be fooled."

"Don't worry, not many people know about grandpa's purple, gold and red gourd, and in the midst of the chaos, how can he be allowed to think about it so much?"

The Silver Horn boy chuckled and said, "Let's see if I deceive him."

Saying that, Yinjiao pulled out the purple-gold-red gourd, recited a spell, and shouted to Old Demon Bashan: "Old Demon Bashan, do you dare to agree when I call you?"

When the old demon heard this, he turned around and was about to curse, but a demonic monk shouted: "Old demon Bashan, don't agree to him. The gourd in his hand is the purple, gold and red gourd of the saint. If he calls you, If you dare to agree, you will be put into the gourd, and for three seconds, you will be turned into pus and blood, or you can be made into a great medicine!"

"What!!?"

When the old devil heard this, he was shocked and cursed: "You monster in human skin, you dare to trick your Grandpa Ba, why don't you come down and die!"

After scolding him, he turned his head and looked at the demonic monk who reminded him. He felt that he was a little extraordinary, so he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Good brother, I don't know what to call him, thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

"Easy to say, easy to say, I'm down to Yingtian!"

Ying Tianti cupped his hands into his fists, and in his hand was a short knife as thin as a cicada's wings that was extremely eye-catching. The blade was blood red and the handle was in the shape of a two-headed wolf, vaguely exuding an extremely fierce aura.

An elder of the Wutai Mountain Sword Sect came to attack him. His strength should not be underestimated. Heavy sword shadows and sword lights came towards Ying Tian Gai.

Ying Tian didn't care, he raised the short sword and swung it, and a very faint blood light penetrated into the shadow of the sword.

The next second......

ah! !

Hearing a scream, the heavy sword shadow that came over him shattered like a dream, leaving only the elder who was pierced by a bloody light and quickly turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Immediately, Ying Tian turned around again, and the dagger struck a monk who was sneaking up on him in the middle. The dagger emitted a red light on the spot, sucking the opponent dry, and even his soul was sucked into the knife.

"It's the Tianluo Blood Transformation Sword!"

A demon sect disciple saw the power of this sword, thought for a moment, and immediately said in shock, obviously recognizing a demonic weapon.

In particular, this demon weapon is a growth-type magic weapon. As more people are killed, the more blood, essence, energy and soul it absorbs, the more powerful it will become.