Six thousand four hundred and ninety-third chapter magic martingale saint
In the eyes of Haiyi Saint Ancestor, a real Mahayana demon ancestor from the demon world really didn’t think much of him. Not to mention that this demon ancestor Mahayana was still a sick and injured person.
Qin Fengming's eyes flashed and locked on the tall demon floating above the river. He knew in his heart that the Haiyi Saint Ancestor did not want to take action. The Red Demon Ancestor was already afraid of the existence of this Mahayana Demon Ancestor.
Moving his body, Qin Fengming stepped forward slowly and said: "This senior, the three of us are just passing by and have no intention of becoming enemies."
"Hahaha... You don't intend to be an enemy of me? But you and others have already known my whereabouts. Do you think I will let you go? There seems to be something strange about that fellow Taoist. It seems that he is also an injured person.
Isn't this just right? I will capture you and devour your soul to replenish my essence. I think you will be able to recover soon. Hehe, I will go look for Qing Kui then. I won't scare him half to death."
The tall Demon Ancestor burst out laughing, his body swayed, and he disappeared out of thin air on the river.
Suddenly hearing the words of the tall demon, everyone in Chu Ye standing in the distance changed their expressions, especially the female cultivator who was covering her face.
No one expected that there would be a Mahayana following the two ghost master monks.
"Ah, not good!" An exclamation came from An Yu's mouth in the distance at the same time.
Just when An Yu suddenly felt a cold feeling in his heart and was about to flee quickly, a figure appeared not far away from him.
"Since you escaped my attack, you should run away immediately. How dare you linger. It's really lucky that such an indecisive person can survive to the top of the Xuan level. But this can only go so far.
"With a cold voice, a huge solid palm covered An Yu's head.
A wave of terror shrouded An Yu in a huge prison that he could not resist, and a force of heavy pressure instantly acted on his body.
"You want to swallow An's soul, you are dreaming!"
Just when the giant hand appeared, a ferocious word was mixed in with the words of the tall demon monk, and it instantly sounded on the spot.
The roar resounded again, and an energy impact two or three times greater than the self-destruction power of the two mid-level Xuan-level monks just now was suddenly displayed in front of the tall demon.
The sudden surge of violent energy caused the giant hand to suddenly stop in mid-air.
The violent energy surged and rolled in front of the tall demon. With a flash of green light, the tall demon's body suddenly appeared illusoryly.
The energy of the explosion surged, and an area of two hundred feet in radius was instantly enveloped.
However, as soon as the explosion energy surged out, it was immediately enveloped by an even more powerful suppressive force, shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"You're so cheap, junior!" The body flashed, and the tall demon clan looked at the place where the violent energy was sweeping, and said coldly and unwillingly.
He had already attacked An Yu twice, but both times he failed to achieve full success.
The violent explosion energy swept across and disappeared quickly. An Yu's figure was gone on the spot, not even a trace of rags of clothing was left.
An Yu is definitely a top-notch person at the pinnacle of the Xuan Order. Whether it is his methods or his decisive state of mind, he can definitely be regarded as a figure. However, he is not the top person among the Xuan Order. When a Mahayana monk attacks
Next, he still fell.
Seeing the tall, clumsy demon clan using rapid movements to kill An Yu one after another, the Red Demon Ancestor's eyes were filled with horror.
He believes that his strength is not weak, and even if he fights with An Yu, he may not be inferior to him.
But even if his strength is slightly better than An Yu, in front of this terrifying demon Mahayana, he can only wait to be slaughtered, and it is impossible to fight against him.
Facing this scene, the Red Demon Ancestor should have fled far away long ago.
However, when he saw Qin Fengming standing in front of him, he suddenly realized that Qin Fengming had not shown anything strange from beginning to end. Even the Demon Ancestor used strange and rapid movements to launch terrifying attacks one after another, but Qin Fengming's brows did not even move at all.
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"Hey, do you really think that relying on a wounded Mahayana can protect your safety?"
The tall demon turned around and stared at Qin Fengming and the others with a pair of copper bell-like tiger eyes. He slowly stepped forward and sneered.
"Previously, if Qin and the others had fallen into your aura and attacked us with all their strength from the beginning, they might have been in danger of falling. But now you have lost the opportunity, and the three of us are not.
You can capture it if you want."
Qin Fengming's eyes were fixed on the tall demon clan, and there was no hint of panic in his mouth.
"Hahaha... I'm really confident, junior. You are so naive to think that a late-level Xuan-level and a Mahayana with injuries can withstand my attack."
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the demon Mahayana suddenly let out a burst of unbridled laughter.
Amidst the laughter, an extremely weak wave suddenly emerged from his body. The wave suddenly appeared, and the tall demon's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
"You guys retreat, Qin will meet this demon Mahayana!"
Just as the demon's body swayed slightly and waves suddenly appeared, Qin Fengming's rapid sound transmission was sent to the ears of the Red Demon Ancestor and the Haiyi Saint Ancestor.
At the sound transmission outlet, Qin Fengming's whole body suddenly spewed thick black mist.
The mist suddenly rose, and a tall body suddenly rushed into the mist.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" In an instant, a series of sounds of flesh-to-skin contact echoed along the bank of the river along with the majestic mist.
The mist rolled in and filled the air, and waves of devastating fist winds without carrying any mana energy rushed out of the mist, touching the ground on the bank of the river and blasting away clouds of dust.
In an instant, an area of several thousand feet in radius was obscured by mist and dust.
"Huh, I really underestimated this junior. You are actually a person with a powerful physical body and at the peak of the Mysterious Level." A cold snort that shocked everyone suddenly sounded, and a figure suddenly shot out from the turbulent mist,
With a flash, he immediately retreated hundreds of feet away.
At this time, the tall demon clan was covered in a mass of pitch-black mist, making it difficult to see clearly the details of its figure.
"Not only is your spirit damaged, but your body seems to be injured as well. Based on your current state, if you want to kill Qin, it's hard to say you can do it." The mist dissipated, Qin Fengming's figure appeared, and at the same time he said calmly.
The words resounded on the spot.
Looking at Qin Fengming, whose clothes were in tatters but with no visible scars on his body, the expressions of the five people in Chu Ye changed drastically again.
They have already seen how powerful the body of this demon Mahayana is.
Back then, a demon cultivator at the peak of the Xuan level competed with him physically. In just a few fists and palms, the demon cultivator was so shocked that he vomited blood and then died in front of him.
However, at this time, the body of this young monk who had hidden his cultivation was still intact despite a series of physical blows. This situation left everyone in Chu Ye shocked and speechless.
"When I was in my prime, let alone you, I wouldn't dare say that I could gain the upper hand in a physical fight, let alone you. Even at this time, I wouldn't dare to try my best to attack you, for fear that my newly recovered injury might be affected.
It’s just repeated. But you said I can’t capture you, so let’s try again.”
Amid the surging demonic mist, Qin Fengming answered with a low shout.
"This demon cultivator is the Holy Demon Martingale. He was a person who advanced to the Mahayana a million years ago. His strength is enough to rank among the top twenty in the real demon world. You have to be careful."
Just as the demon cultivator spoke, a sound transmission entered Qin Fengming's ears.
