"Finish, finish..."

The demon who had just swallowed a foundation-building Yin God looked sad.

This is a bit good, why did another great monk come? Judging from the old demon's nervousness, the monks he faced this time were definitely extraordinary.

"This life is a confession here." The devil grabbed another cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect with tears in his eyes and pulled out the Yin God. He was about to throw it into his mouth to swallow it, but he thought of something and just grabbed it and dared not swallow it.

It was said that it was nothing. The means of absorbing demonic energy and evil energy did not stop for a moment, but instead accelerated a lot, for fear that these cultivators from the Blood Evil Sect would become nourishment for the old man in the torn clothes.

The devil regards food as the most, how can it watch these resources be taken away by others?

The eyes rolled again.

If the old devil dies, it will be free, which is also a great thing. I don’t know if the great monk can kill the old devil alive.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but look up and looked carefully at the Huo Feng entrenched on Yang Zongchen's shoulder and said, "It's not over. You must kill the old devil, Tianyang Shenzong...Master Turkey?"

...

"Hahaha, I'm so arrogant!"

Yang Zongchen laughed loudly.

He comes from the Tianyang Shenzong of the Great Realm of the East Wilderness and is a genius in the sect. This local bun actually said he wanted to block him. I don’t know who he was just now, but he was almost killed by Yang Yan.

Anyway, no matter how many Nascent Soul monks were, they would have to die at his hands.

This is not only the information provided by the Blood Evil Sect, but they also don’t care about the Blood Evil Sect at all. However, such a great master of alchemy who can refine the dragon pattern-turning infant pills must not be the help of the Meteor Flame True Person.

‘It’s a pity that they knew about this, which made Zi Daoxu escape.’ A dark light flashed in Yang Zongchen’s eyes. He wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of Zi Daoxu, but he wanted to have the master follow him.

Otherwise, he would have done it long ago with Uncle Dequan alone.

If Zi Daoxu is not dead, he will not die. There are some methods to cure it when returning to the sect. However, all these helpers must be cut off, so as not to add a Nascent Soul cultivator to those who protect Zi Daoxu's sect in the future.

Using such dragon and tiger energy, you can refine a baby-making pill with 30 to 40% of the medicine. This person is indeed a talented person.

Yang Zongchen said in a deep voice: "For the sake of you being the great master of alchemy, if you can plant a slave seal to refine alchemy for my sect, I wouldn't be able to consider giving you a life."

...

Tu Shanjun's eyes were as cold as a knife, and his life was painful.

Instead of showing off his words, he whispered to the Lord Taiyi: "My fellow Taoist already knows the secret method of spiritual treasure..."

"Leave it to me."

Hearing the words coming from behind, Tushanjun was skeptical, but still did not take a step.

Although Taiyi Zhenjun is powerful, the visitor is a great cultivator of the Tianyang Shenzong. He is also a first-class genius in the Great Realm of the East Wilderness. Although it is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the opponent can even surpass the level of the Nascent Soul cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Don't worry, I, Taiyi Zhenjun, have not gained a false reputation." Taiyi Zhenjun smiled and sacrificed the white pagoda in his hand. The pagoda was three inches above his head, and the light shining covers it.

Click.

The tower body rotates and separates into eight layers, with the top like a crown falling on the head, and the rest turns into armor on the torso, arms and legs, turning into a soft dress that is like skin but is extremely soft to wrap the body.

The tower core in his hand turned into a Liuhe Ling square, rotating like a constantly changing Luban lock.

With the tower on his body, the aura of Taiyi Zhenjun was round and the rising inspiration was like shining starlight to form a light curtain. Even his own aura was raised to be almost the same as that of Yang Zongchen at this time.

"I haven't used it for a long time."

Taiyi Zhenjun stretched out his body, and the Liuhe Lingfang in his hand turned into a huge floating under his feet under the urging power. As the Lingfang rotated, the inscription lighted up, and magic shields piled up and formed.

Tushanjun was stunned when he saw it.

He really underestimated Taiyi Zhenjun, this spiritual treasure was actually multifunctional.

I talked about some of the magical powers and magics of the two people half a month ago, but there are actually many other things that I have not said in full. After all, the two have a short relationship, so how can they tell all their trump cards?

Moreover, many Taiyi Zhenjun did not say that the inheritance was indescribable.

Tushanjun didn't care about these things, nor did he tell the effective use of the Soul Banner and his understanding of those things. He demonstrated all the trump cards he relied on for survival. That was not honesty but a fool.

See this.

Tushanjun is not only not angry but is happy.

Taiyi Zhenjun is worthy of being an old monk. The little inheritance that is not transparent to the wind that he defends is also of extraordinary effect. It not only provides profound magic power to support his battle, but also protects himself with the body of the spiritual treasure.

In this way, he was relieved to let Taiyi Zhenjun block Yang Zongchen, and he could also take advantage of this time to kill the torn old man from the Blood Evil Sect.

"Then I'll have some help."

Tushanjun did not hesitate to drag him down, and used his escape technique to turn into rainbow light to appear not far from the old man in the torn clothes.

In this battle, you must use the strongest magical powers to refine the entire Blood Evil Sect in one fell swoop to avenge your life and death.

At this time, the old man in the torn clothes was holding a dragon spear, his flesh and blood turned into scarlet, and his eyes were like the reflection of the dark moon in the cold pond. The rich demonic energy surged out of his body, and the magic rotation was: "The Demons' Demons' Technique to Eliminate Evil!"

The sound of a broken mouth came, and the black light approached.

The old man in the torn clothes was furious. He was blocked by this man whenever he wanted to use his magical powers and great skills. He did not give him a chance to distance himself like this. He was determined to fight him in close combat.

"Zhi Niang, my body has been sealed for thousands of years, and I don't have much energy or blood at all. If it weren't for the support of the Demonic Technique, wouldn't it be removed by him?" The old man in the torn clothes grinned and kept squeezing his own flesh and blood.

While thinking about it, do you use the White Bone Dragon Spear to resist the attack of the "maze hammer"?

As he said yes, how could the old man resist the fierce attack method in such a moment of unworthyness have become soft and numb, and the palms holding the dragon spear have already revealed the flesh and blood.

"Gi!"

"The Seal of Heaven." The old man in the torn clothes threw out the dragon spear in his hand and turned into a bone dragon roar to block Tushanjun. His hands were in a tower shape, and he was about to form the seal of Heaven and Taoism to take it out of his own territory to fight with this person.

Once developed, he can also use the Dharma Realm to refine the Blood Evil Sect first, and turn all the "filial sons and grandchildren" into his devil's resources. With a sect as its foundation, he should be able to break through the seven-turn number.

Unexpectedly, the dragon spear was entangled by the soul banner. In a blink of an eye, the fist as big as a casserole had already magnified in the old man's eyes. The thick fist wind compressed the air around him into a ball, and he could not feel the flow of breath at all.

"Soul-swallowing."

"True intention!"

Seeing the iron fist falling, the old man shouted, "True Gang!"

Bang.

One punch breaks the body and protects the true energy.

It hit the old man in a ragged clothes hard, slamming his head to the side. At this time, it was impossible to tell whether the sticky face was flesh or bones. In short, it was all blurred.

Tushanjun would not miss such a good opportunity to fight.

The two fists turned into four hands like shadows. The fists fell and the shadows were shining and could not tell how many arms there were. I only saw that all the demonic energy around me were crushed, and the defensive method supported by magic and magical powers were also penetrated.

Even this pair of iron fists was still seeing the thick white bones supporting the flesh and blood while slapping them. Tu Shanjun didn't feel the pain, but just felt happy. The ferocious look on his face became more and more ferocious against the backdrop of his fangs.

"Give me your blood debt and repay it!"

The hatred and anger that had been accumulated for a hundred years turned into the hardest fist, and the true intention of devouring souls was completely integrated into the boxing spirit. Every time a punch was swung, you could swallow a little energy.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the old man in the torn clothes felt that Tushan Jun was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that he seemed to be unable to fight.

"No, it's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker."

"It's his true spiritual power!" The old man in the torn clothes felt the heavy weight brought by his body, as if what he waved was not the powerful body of a great Nascent Soul monk, but the body mortal body sinking into the mud.

At this time, the old man felt a little regretful.

He did understand the magical power thoroughly, but unfortunately he encountered such a demon star as soon as he came out of the mountain. His magical power had not been fully cultivated, and he still needed huge inner demons and demonic energy.

"magic?"

"Where is the demon?"

"Is it a sect?"

"Of course there are demons in the sect." The old man in the rag-clothed clothes used his escape technique and turned into a meteor. He stood proudly above the sect and looked down. He did not want to escape, but to refine the entire Blood Evil Sect into strength.

"Where can you go!" Tu Shanjun roared and pulled the hammer and headed straight to the old man's head.

Clam.

The sound of metal and iron fighting was endless. In order to resist the attack of the soul banner, the White Bone Dragon Spear completely turned into a bone dragon to protect the old man. However, this form gave the soul banner a chance.

With the constant knocking, cracks appeared on the bone dragon's body, and a whine roar was heard, but he could not get more magic power from the old man in the ragged clothes, and could only rely on the tenacity of the spiritual treasure itself to resist.

"Demon Heart Tianyin!"

...

At the moment when the old man's magical prophecy was announced, all the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect who were insincerely entangled in the demonic world. Even those who did not have demonic fetus fainted by the demonic energy. When they stood up, they all turned into demonic energy.

This technique completely enveloped the Blood Evil Sect, and in an instant, half of the children became demons.

The manpower that had originally organized to support the formation was gone, and the mountain protection formation above the Blood Evil Sect was ineffective at this time. Perhaps any Nascent Soul cultivator could smash the mountain protection formation.

Zhenren Xuansha stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of him, howling, roaring, roaring, crying, and asking for help with a hard time...

He raised his hands, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears: "I...I, what did I release?"

"Uncle Master, why?"

"Why is this happening!"

Thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands, most of them were floating and rising under the rush of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and countless disciples were killed and injured. However, at this time, Master’s uncle still wanted to hike the demons and make countless disciples fall into devils.

No matter how he didn't care about the death of his disciples, he felt that the sky was falling and the earth was unacceptable.

However, in his shocked gaze.

He saw the red-haired true master with a horn raised the soul banner in his hand, muttering something, and then thousands of black clouds reflected in his pupils.

What is the most basic thing about the Soul-Sacrificing Banner?

Anyone who asks a monk for such a question is aware of it.

The most basic soul banner is of course the Yin gods and evil ghosts.
Chapter completed!