Yuan Ming raised his hand to catch the demon soul of the man in feathers, sealed it, and then put it away.
This beast is a great wind-attribute demon, and it contains a trace of Dapeng's bloodline. Although it is not much, it is still quite pure. If it is refined and sealed into a banana fan to be refined into a weapon spirit, it will be very good.
Then, he took another look at the green-feathered demon bird that had revealed its huge demonic body, walked forward quickly, swung his long sword, cut off its two wings, and put them into the storage ring.
After doing all this, Yuan Ming planned to leave and continue looking for more flame beasts.
However, before he could leave, streaks of escaping light suddenly flew from a distance, and seven or eight figures appeared from them. Judging from their clothing, it was clear that they were all demon monks from Bilongtan.
The leader among them was an old man with white hair and curly beard and golden eyes. He was dressed in purple and gold robes and had a burly figure. He exuded a powerful aura of life and pressure.
The auras of the few people following him were not weak, and they were all monsters in the early stages of returning to the void.
Among these people, there is only one exception, and it is none other than Taoist Yinlong.
The moment he saw Yuan Ming, he was startled at first, and then his eyes fell on the green-feathered demon bird, which had only a corpse left, and the expression on his face became even more horrified.
"You, you...you killed Qinghezi!" Taoist Yinlong pointed at Yuan Ming and shouted loudly.
Others naturally noticed this, and they all stared at Yuan Ming with unkind expressions.
The white-haired old man with golden eyes narrowed his eyes, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, almost overflowing.
"Fellow Taoist Silver Dragon, don't talk nonsense. I just arrived here, and this monster corpse has been thrown here a long time ago. How can you say that I killed him?" Yuan Ming sneered and said.
While speaking, his aura was released, and his powerful pressure was not inferior to that of the old man with golden eyes. The expressions of everyone present changed one after another, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
After saying that, he turned around and left.
When Taoist Yinlong saw this, he immediately became anxious and shouted: "Senior Fuzhen, fellow Taoist Qinghezi was definitely killed by him. This Taoist has always hated demon cultivators, and he is famous among the monks of Dongji Palace for liking to kill demons."
build."
As soon as he said this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but pause in his raised steps, and looked at Taoist Yinlong with some surprise.
The latter shrank his neck and did not dare to look at Yuan Ming. He continued to add jealousy: "This guy has a grudge against our Bilongtan for some reason. He once said that if he met a monk from Bilongtan, he would kill one if he saw one, and kill two if he saw them.
One pair."
What he said was so conclusive that even if the others didn't believe it, they were still very angry.
Not to mention, the golden-eyed old man named "Fuzhen" had clearly smelled Qinghezi's bloody scent from Yuan Ming.
"Come together and kill him." Fuzhen shouted in a deep voice.
The rest of the people immediately responded, took out their magic weapons, and gathered around Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming didn't want to get entangled with the other party at all. Immediately, lightning flashed around his body, and his figure disappeared instantly.
"The art of lightning escape..." One of the demon cultivators exclaimed, and immediately his whole body was also wrapped in lightning. After a dazzling flash, he disappeared from the spot.
When the others saw this, they all quickly used their own escape methods and chased after him.
Yuan Ming's figure flashed continuously in the void, and he continued to use his escape skills to move away. However, there was always a dazzling electric light behind him, which he could not get rid of.
That was obviously a demon cultivator who was gifted with the magical power of lightning escape. The two had similar escape speeds, and it was difficult for Yuan Ming to get rid of him for a while.
And as long as that guy keeps following him, it is impossible for the group of Jade Dragon Pool monks to be thrown away. Yuan Ming does not know how many Jade Dragon Pool monks are nearby. If this continues, the situation will only become more unfavorable to him.
Upon thinking of this, Yuan Ming, who was flying away, suddenly turned around and shot towards the dazzling electric light.
The latter was chasing after him vigorously, but he never expected that Yuan Ming would suddenly turn back and go so fast.
By the time he realized something was wrong, Yuan Ming was almost touching his face.
The demon monk forcibly stopped his forward momentum and tried his best to activate the electric light all over his body. His whole body lit up with dazzling light and turned into an extremely thick thunder and lightning vortex, trying to swallow Yuan Ming into it.
Yuan Ming's reaction was more direct. He held the Zhuxian Sword tightly with both hands, communicated with the Yin Earthworm Sword Spirit, unleashed the power of the sword with all his strength, and stabbed straight into the thunder and lightning vortex.
A shadow appeared on the Zhuxian Sword, and the light of the sword suddenly became extremely solid. The sword pierced the thunder and lightning vortex, and pierced the demon cultivator's chest.
The demon cultivator let out a scream, and the electric light all over his body suddenly dispersed, revealing his true body, which was actually a roc.
Yuan Ming sneered at him and glanced at the other demon cultivators who were chasing after him quickly. With a stir of the long sword, streaks of sword light burst out from the sword, instantly smashing the Pengniao's body into pieces.
"stop……"
"you wanna die……"
"evil creature……"
Amidst a series of curses from the Bilongtan demon cultivator, Yuan Ming smacked the demon cultivator's Nascent Soul into pieces.
"Roar……"
When Fuzhen saw this, he suddenly let out a thundering roar.
As the roar rang out, impact waves visible to the naked eye pressed against the void layer by layer and hit Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming quickly used the Demonic Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique, but he had no time to launch an attack, so he could only fold his arms in front of him to block it.
The violent sound waves came and hit Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming groaned, feeling as if he had been hit by a huge mountain. Unspeakable pain came from his arms, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.
At the same time, a colorful light flashed in the direction behind him, and a stout man covered in green scales appeared out of thin air. He held a huge black spear in both hands and aimed towards Yuan Ming's heart.
Straight up.
At this moment, the remaining demon cultivators also rushed forward, using their own methods, vowing to kill Yuan Ming in one fell swoop.
Seeing that he was about to collide with him when he was about to avoid it, a dark light suddenly flashed behind Yuan Ming's head, and several soul crows flew out quickly, opening their mouths and chanting in all directions around them, using the Crow Cry soul skill.
Black sound waves visible to the naked eye suddenly surged in all directions like ocean waves, instantly engulfing all nearby demon cultivators.
The demon cultivators in Jade Dragon Pond had never seen such a divine soul ability before. They were caught off guard and were struck one after another. Their pupils dilated and they fell into a brief trance, and the movements of their hands froze.
Yuan Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and his back just touched the point of the spear. He turned around and was about to chop off the opponent's head with a sword.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Above the sky, a huge white light suddenly fell down and enveloped Yuan Ming.
Before Yuan Ming had time to react, his eyesight blurred, the scenery around him became blurry, and bursts of psychedelic sounds rang in his ears, and he fell into an illusion in an instant.
But after all, it was a genuine witch, and it goes without saying that the soul was powerful. Although the illusion affected his mind, it was not completely formed, so it could not completely confuse his mind.
Yuan Ming immediately thought and communicated with the immortal tree in his body.
In his dantian, the body of the immortal tree lit up with light, and a black energy rushed straight into the sea of consciousness, covering his Nascent Soul.
Yuan Ming's eyes flashed, and the blurry illusion in front of his eyes immediately dissipated, and he regained his consciousness.
But at this time, the effect of the crow's cry is about to disappear.
Yuan Ming's eyes condensed, and the power of his soul burst out, casting a spell and saying: "It's hard to wake up from the drowsiness."
Several demon cultivators were about to regain their consciousness, but under the influence of the curse, their minds were dizzy, their eyelids were heavy, and they were unable to wake up.
"This is the price for not letting me go."
Yuan Ming didn't hesitate at all this time. His body was like lightning and he shuttled through the void. His Immortal Killing Sword in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death. Every time he showed his sharp edge, he took away the life of a demon cultivator with extremely neat and clean strokes.
In just a few breaths, the heads of all the Jade Dragon Pond demon cultivators, except for Fuzhen and the Yinlong Taoist who were a little further away, had moved and were flying in the air.
It wasn't that Yuan Ming didn't want to kill them all at once, but that Fuzhen unexpectedly woke up first.
As Yuan Ming continued to draw his sword, his momentum had weakened. He was not sure of killing him with one blow, so he had to give up.
However, after killing these people in a row, Yuan Ming did not forget to use the Mahakala Divine Palm to seal off the surrounding space and smash the souls and souls of those people into pieces to avoid future troubles.
After a brief battle of just ten breaths, the demon cultivators in Bilongtan were almost wiped out. The leader, Fuzhen, was also heartbroken. Without any hesitation, and without even the slightest thought of avenging his fellow disciples, he turned around and ran away.
Now that he had reached this point, how could Yuan Ming give him a chance to escape? He threw the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand and immediately turned into a stream of cold light, shooting towards his heart.
Fuzhen felt the sound of breaking through the air and the sharp sword energy coming from behind him. He knew that he could not avoid it at his own speed, so he could only turn his head hurriedly, clasped his hands in front of him, and let out a loud shout.
His whole body suddenly glowed with blood, and a palm-sized token in his palm bloomed with spiritual light, turning into a blood-red ball of light covered with spiritual patterns, covering his whole body.
The Zhuxian Sword pierced the blood-colored ball of light, causing a sharp shudder and bursts of blood-colored lightning. The tip of the sword suddenly penetrated into the blood-colored ball of light, but failed to pierce it with one blow.
Fuzhen's face suddenly changed when he saw that the protective magic weapon he had not hesitated to activate with his blood and essence was actually pierced.
But before he could make any further response, he saw a huge bloody elephant crashing towards him. Wherever it passed, white marks appeared in the sky and a terrifying scream came out.
Fuzhen felt the terrifying coercion radiating from the blood elephant, and was immediately frightened. He no longer dared to hold back at all, and raised his head to the sky with a long roar, activating all the demonic power in his body.
His figure began to expand rapidly, and in an instant he turned into a half-human body with a height of 100 feet, the body of a tiger and the head of a tiger. He was wearing a blood-red armor, and the aura of demonic power became extremely thick and solid as a rock.
However, before he could completely complete his transformation, the giant bloody elephant had already bumped into him, and stepped down with its thick elephant legs.
"Rumble..."
As if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, the blood armor all over Fuzhen's body burst into pieces, turning into countless fragments and exploding in all directions.
What followed closely was his disintegrated flesh and blood.
Fuzhen's seemingly powerful demonic body was actually the body of all things that Yuan Ming was pushing with all his strength. It couldn't withstand a single blow and was directly killed on the spot.