With this insertion, a stream of essence and blood shot out from the wound on Gui Xiu's chest, spraying into the air, and slowly flowing in the air.

The ghost cultivator ignored his injuries and bit his tongue the tip of his tongue. Another mouthful of blood spurted into the mass of essence and blood, muttering to chant a spell.

The blood suddenly shrank and fled into the void, and a terrifying pressure filled the air.

"Not good!" Huang Shang's whisk-holding technique Zhang Ziyi and the green-robed sword cultivator Kong Gan, who was fighting with Fu Xiaonan. Kong Nan's face changed and quickly stopped the move. While releasing the defensive spell, he escaped to the side.

"Hehehehe, boy, I said that I would make you into a tongue-like ghost, so I must make you into a tongue-like ghost. It's too late for you to regret it now!" The ghost cultivator finished casting his spell, his face pale. Although he seemed to have half his life left, he was arrogant and pointed at Xiaonan and laughed wildly.

The huge half-body demon slowly appeared in the air. The demon god's face was sheep's horns, the fangs in his mouth were exposed, and his upper body was naked, with blue-gray skin.

And its aura is a real semi-saint's great perfect state.

The sheep-horned demon looked at Gui Xiu, greedily stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was still savoring the essence and blood sacrificed by Gui Xiu just now.

The ghost cultivator pointed at Xiaonan from afar and thought about the Dharma.

The demon god of sheep horn turned to face Fun Xiaonan, screamed arrogantly, raised his hands high, and countless spiritual power surged from all directions, gathering into the demon god of sheep horn.

The terrifying fluctuations spread out like a person's breath, and this huge force hit everyone's hearts like a drum, like an inviolable emperor.

"Die, die, die, die! Hahahaha!!" The ghost cultivator burst into laughter crazy.

However, Fun Xiaonan showed a faint smile on his face, with a clear sarcastic look.

Kong Nan, who had escaped from a distance of seven or eight feet, was holding his beloved fairy sword magic weapon in his hand. He was already ready. As long as Xiao Nan also learned from them, he quickly ran away when he saw that the situation was not good. Then he was attacked by the Sheep Horn Demon God and wanted to sneak attack Xiao Nan. Even if he failed, he would trap him under the attack of the Sheep Horn Demon God.

However, seeing the faint smile on Fun Xiaonan's face, King Kong was a little confused: This kid was crazy when he fought just now. Could it be that he had been fooled long ago?

Soon, he knew why Fun Xiaonan looked ridiculous.

In the meantime, Xiaonan stretched out his right hand flat, and the red aura of his right hand dissipated to his elbow as if it was pushed by something invisible, and lightning flashed in his palm.

The killing weapon that was fought by two semi-saint mid-level sword cultivators just now had no chance to release, and now a good target has finally come.

The demon god of sheep horns shook violently, and his obvious fear quickly conveyed the mind of the ghost cultivator from the demon god.

"This is..." Gui Xiu's originally proud smile had disappeared without a trace, and his brain was filled with incredible horror.

"How could this be controlled by the monk..." Kong Gan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"It's the Supreme Demon-Destroying Pure Thunder!" Zhang Ziyi, who had already run away, forgot to escape. In terms of his familiarity with magic and different spiritual energy, there are few Zhang Ziyi, who specializes in magic in the spiritual cultivation world, who is more specialized in magic. Although he failed to recognize the boy's strange light red true energy, the lightning aura in his palm will never admit his mistake.

"Go!" As Fun Xiaonan waved his hand gently, the pure thunder in his hand hit the Sheep Horn Demon God.

The sheep-horned demon god trembled in fear and howled. His raised hands quickly crossed to his chest to protect himself, hoping to withstand the attack of the pure thunder.

Compared to the huge body of the sheep-horned demon god, the bright lightning is as small as a toothpick used by ordinary people to pick teeth. If this scene is seen by ordinary people, it will only be funny.

However, when the pure thunder hit the sheep-horned demon god, the demon god's huge body melted quickly like hot oil cut by a red knife. The demon god's huge palm thrust wildly, and the howling sounded endlessly. In a blink of an eye, it was completely killed and turned into a handful of ashes.

Ghost Xiudun, who sacrificed his own essence and blood, summoned the sheep-horned demon god, was backfired and vomited an old blood to the sky, his eyes closed, and he let out a loud sound and fell backwards.

The pure thunder seemed to be unsatisfied after destroying the sheep-horned demon god. There was still a little lightning leaping into the air and flashing. The sound of the ghost cultivator falling disturbed the lightning and stuck to the ghost cultivator along the sound.

Only crackling sounds and the wailing sounds of countless unjust souls suddenly started, and the ghost cultivator's robe was torn like a torn rag by the pure thunder wandering around her body.

It was not that the Pure Thunder had some strange interest in this old Taoist who was as thin as firewood, but that the porcelain bottle hidden under the Gui Cultivation Taoist robe allowed the Pure Thunder to show its power.

I saw that as the pure thunder swam, the porcelain bottles exploded one after another and broke completely. The many ghost servants in the bottle had no time to escape and were all killed.

Fortunately, the ghost cultivator had fainted, otherwise he would have fainted again when he saw this scene.

Kong Gan, Kong Nan and Zhang Ziyi were stuck in the air in a daze, looking at the ghost cultivator who was still lying on the ground and ignoring his life and death, and didn't know what to do.

"Um... cough cough..." Fun Xiaonan glanced at the three half-saint mid-level monks who were stunned, chuckled silently, and then pretended to be serious and cleared his throat.

The three and a half-saint monks instantly focused their eyes on Fun Xiaonan, their faces full of horror.

During the intervening period, Xiaonan slowly stretched out his right hand to them again, and the lightning began to flash at his fingertips again.

"Run!" Someone shouted. The three half-saint monks shamelessly abandoned the unconscious ghost cultivator and fled far away in the fastest and most ugly posture.

"Hahahaha, it's refreshing!" Fun Xiaonan stretched with satisfaction. With the help of the Chaos Power of the Red Dust, he felt more and more happy in his heart as he fought.

At this time the war was over. He was like an athlete who had just finished a large-scale exercise. Although his muscles were sore, he felt refreshed.

Next, it was time to collect the spoils. Fun Xiaonan slowly walked towards the ghost cultivator who was lying on the ground. Wa Tiehua's cold face, which had not changed for thousands of years, also showed a rare smile on his face. He moved closer to the ghost cultivator. The semi-saint intermediate cultivator must have accumulated a lot.

"Crack!" A small sound came from the ghost cultivator's waist. A black wooden sign cracked into two pieces and fell to the ground, making the two people who were approaching the coma ghost cultivator stunned at the same time.

A small black twisted hole suddenly appeared in the air beside Gui Xiu. In a blink of an eye, Gui Xiu sucked it in. At the same time, a trace of black air rushed out of the hole and wrapped it up on Fun Xiaonan's body.

"Hmph!" Xiaonan's face turned stern, and his right hand bounced, and a lightning flashed in the direction of the black air.

With a crisp crackling sound, the black air was scattered in the air by the pure thunder. A painful groan came from the black twisted hole, and then the entrance of the hole quickly shrank without a trace.

"Oh, I guess it was the ghost cultivator's life card that protected the master shattered on his own, making people feel the danger and rescued it in time." Zhou Qiu had been practicing in the spiritual world for many years, and naturally recognized what the situation was like for the black twisted hole.

"What a pity, I've already tear my face anyway. If we move faster, we must clean him up." Fun Xiaonan sighed.

"Oh my brother, your response is pretty good." The beast master's majestic praise came from the entrance of the nest.

Fun Xiaonan bent down to the nest respectfully and bowed: "Lord Master Quanru has good guidance."

The Beast Lord laughed and said, "You good luck boy, please don't flatter me. Listen, I just took the fairy grass and needed a few days to digest the medicinal properties. You can protect me at the entrance of the cave!"

"Abide by the order!" Everyone sat cross-legged. In the battle just now, not only Xiaonan had a deeper understanding of the power of the chaos in the world, but also Zhou Qiu and Wa Tiehua also gained a lot of valuable experience in fighting with high-level monks, and they naturally needed to digest and understand it well.

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At this time, on another part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a leopard-shaped monster was wailing.

This leopard-shaped monster is larger than an ordinary leopard, and its breath has reached the point where it is perfect in the first stage of semi-saints.

Its hair was ragged all over, and suspicious black mist was still escaping from its wounds. It was obviously infected by the demon and became a real monster.

However, this monster was now played with by a huge red demon.

The demon god was red all over his body, and his flame-like spiritual energy was spreading all over his body, looking like a giant, but he had six hands on both feet. Two of the red big hands tightly pinched the neck of the leopard-shaped monster, two pinched the forelimbs, and two pulled the hind limbs of the monster.

The leopard-shaped monster tried all its strength but could not move at all. It was only a long tail that was left to swing helplessly, with a whine kept ringing in its throat, but the demon god was not moved at all.

Not long after, the whine became weaker and weaker, and the long tail drooped weakly.

A demonic energy soared into the sky from the leopard-shaped monster's corpse, and a possessed demon fleeing in panic in the direction of the demon country.

However, before rushing out one foot, the six-armed demon god rushed up a few big steps, and one of them grabbed the demonic energy that the demon had not had time to withdraw.

I don’t know what method the six-armed demon used, but he actually grabbed the invisible and physical demon in his hand. His six hands quickly relayed it, pulling the demon back like pulling a rope. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the demon steadily into his belly.

The six-armed demon god showed a satisfied look, turned behind him, turned into a fiery red aura, and threw himself into a tablet.

The tablet was covered with cracks, but it was greasy. At first glance, it was an old antique with a long history. The two vigorous words "典" on it were vaguely visible.

A man in his thirties who looked about in his thirties exuding the aura of magical powers, held the tablet in his hand steadily. After the fiery red spiritual energy was fully collected, he hid it carefully in the bag behind him.

He raised his head and carefully identified the direction where the demonic energy was coming, then strode to the stars and continued to move forward deep into the mountains.
Chapter completed!