Jinxian Fengxu's twisted and inverted face is clearly visible, and the white mark of Jinxian between his eyebrows turns from white to red, and then from red to black quickly.

Wisps of demonic energy overflowed from it, burning like black flames. Against the silver-white world of ice and snow, there was an indescribable and eerie feeling.

The blood flowing from his eyes began to gradually flow back into his eyes.

A pair of pitch-black eyes turned into the same scarlet vertical pupils as Balian's at some point.

It's just that it's more bloody and evil than his blood pupils.

Tan Guangjun looked at the mark on his eyebrows that was stained dark by the blood, and couldn't help feeling cold all over his body.

This is... the mark of the fallen immortal!

You must know that the more noble the immortal, the more stringent the conditions for becoming a fallen immortal.

Jinxian Fengxu is a high-ranking Jinxian who received the title in ancient times.

Even if one's life is in danger, it is extremely difficult to achieve the body of a fallen immortal without the guidance of strong inner demons and the guidance of a magic weapon rich in the power of a deep curse.

Furthermore, his immortal source has been shattered and his spiritual energy is facing collapse, which is simply not enough to support the huge systematic process of his transformation from immortal to demon.

But why is it so sudden!

Through the wind and snow, Balian smelled a familiar and strong scent of blood.

The waning moon in the sky turned into a huge full moon at some point, as red as blood.

The entire earth seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of bloody light.

The scarlet light shone on his body, and neither Tan Guangjun nor the mortals in the city noticed anything strange.

Only Balian felt severe pain all over his body, as if his skin had been pricked by countless fine needles, as if bitter rain fell on his body.

The corpse beads under the chest vibrated wildly, with the dead heart beating wildly.

Balian seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly raised his head and said urgently: "It's the Corpse Bead! He is using the Corpse Bead to enchant you! Get away from him quickly, don't let him bite you!"

In a sense, Bailian and Tan Guangjun are not partners.

He had no doubt that Tan Guangjun would mercilessly execute this corpse demon after he finished dealing with Jinxian Fengxu.

Balian doesn't care about Tan Guangjun's life or death.

But if Fengxu absorbs the blood of an immortal, he can successfully transform into a demon.

The suppressive effect of the law of heaven on him is probably more than half reduced.

What's more, any fallen demon's strength will increase greatly in an instant, even more than in the past, and it will probably become extremely difficult to deal with.

Tan Guangjun was so alert that almost the moment Balian opened his mouth, he took back his scepter and jumped far back.

Fengxu's neck clicked and settled back into its original position. He turned around and twisted his neck coldly, looking cruelly at Tan Guangjun who jumped very high.

"You are so ignorant. Don't you know that one of the talents of the thirteen royal clans of corpse demons is the Breath Observation Eye?"

He raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Tan Guangjun's figure.

The next moment, Tan Guangjun's figure and the wind and snow behind him were frozen there like a painting, unable to move.

Fengxu opened his mouth slightly and inhaled, and the pores on Tan Guangjun's skin were instantly opened by a force.

The blood spilled like mist and was absorbed into Fengxu's body.

The light around Tan Guangjun's body continued to fade, and his skin gradually became pale and lost its color.

As Fengxu took another deep breath, his body leaping high was instantly placed in front of Fengxu.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the pair of bright red pupils that contained an element of madness so close at hand.

Tan Guangjun shivered unconsciously, and the cold breath slowly climbed up his spine like a poisonous snake.

Fengxu looked at him with a playful look and said with a cruel smile:

"If Tan Guangjun begs for mercy from me at this time, I might be merciful and let you go for the sake of my former colleagues."

Tan Guangjun, as a revered immortal and companion of a god, is naturally arrogant and has always had a contemptuous and contemptuous attitude toward ordinary creatures in the world.

He always vividly displayed the arrogance and arrogance of those in power.

But this does not mean that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. In the face of fear and death, he will grovel and pray for mercy.

Although he was afraid of Fengxu, whose aura strength had changed with overwhelming force, the disgust and mockery in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"It's really sad, Jinxian Fengxu. You were a heroic immortal who killed corpse demons in ancient times. But now, in order to survive, you sacrifice your body with corpse beads and become a blood demon."

Tan Guangjun also did not expect that the two corpse beads that were supposed to be offered as trophies in the Immortal Palace were actually hidden in Fengxu's body.

It's really ironic that in order to seek the way to immortality, he actually forced a dignified golden immortal to look like he was afraid of death.

He even prepared the Corpse Beads early and kept them in his body, preparing himself to be forced into a desperate situation and turn into a blood demon.

Tan Guangjun felt extremely sick when he thought that he was actually a heavenly being with such a thing.

"Since Tan Guangjun is so ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

There was a ferocious smile on Fengxu's face, and the sharp fangs protruded from under his lips like scimitars.

The fangs are so long that they reach straight to the chin, which is much sharper than Balian's fangs.

His pair of sharp teeth are like the fangs of some kind of out-of-control demonic beast.

He bit Tan Guangjun's shoulder hard, raised his head and tore it apart with all his strength, amidst Tan Guangjun's screams.

It actually tore off a large piece of flesh and blood with the immortal robe attached.

Even eating is more bloody, primitive, rough, and cruel than the corpse demon.

When he swallowed the blood in his mouth, his gray hair had regained its dark luster.

The wrinkles and scabs on his face were smoothed and faded, his dry body became plump and full of youthful strength, and vitality emerged spontaneously in his eyes.

The fishy blood that used to make him feel nauseated turned out to be so sweet and delicious when it entered his throat.

A worldly immortal who has been eating wind, drinking dew and not eating grains for tens of thousands of years.

This was the first time he tasted blood food. This crazy and fascinating taste made him unable to stop.

Fengxu couldn't help but lick the minced meat and scarlet blood stained on his lips. Not willing to waste any bit of it, he carefully rolled it into his mouth and ate it into his belly.

He watched Tan Guangjun's eyes change from cruel to greedy, making Tan Guangjun's scalp numb, but he said with a smile:

"Among the six realms, both humans and immortals hate corpse demons. But now that I have experienced it myself, I know it.

It turns out that the feeling of becoming an immortal and becoming a demon is so wonderful. I have been an immortal for tens of thousands of years and have never been greedy for words.

Only now do we know that this immortal blood is truly a unique wine that is hard to find in the world, and this immortal meat is an unforgettable delicacy."

He took a deep breath and greedily smelled the smell of blood in the air, as if he wanted to drown in this wonderful, mellow and alluring smell.

"If I had known that becoming a demon would be such a wonderful thing, why would I insist on cultivating such a useless thing?"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth again and bit down hard on Tan Guangjun's shoulder that had begun to fester.

Tan Guangjun's scalp was horrified, his eyes were cold and evil, and he was reciting the formula to summon the immortal soldiers quickly and silently.

The scepter in his hand suddenly lit up, emitting a blazing light like the sun.

Fengxu immediately covered his stinging eyes and couldn't help shouting, as if he was a little afraid of the light emanating from the scepter.

Tan Guangjun endured the severe pain on his shoulder, stepped out of the wheel formation, and his figure turned into an illusion of wind and snow, escaping from the control of Fengxu's blood power.

At this moment, he was poisoned by corpse poison. Before he could escape far from the snow, he stopped five meters away from Bailian's side and knelt down.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and covered his shoulders, feeling so painful that he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Bailian took a look at the injury on his shoulder. A large piece of his shoulder was missing, and there were ferocious tooth marks in the horrific wound.

The cross-section of the flesh and blood that had been bitten open by force was not bright red, but dark green as if it had been corrupted by something containing a highly toxic substance.

With a strong fishy smell, the strange dark green smell was still rolling and spreading in the wound, as if maggots were laying eggs and spreading in it.

If this continues, Mr. Tan Guang may be assimilated into a corpse slave.

Balian frowned, bit his palm and walked over, sprinkling the blood dripping from his palm on his injured shoulder.

"ah--------"

The blood was like water droplets on a hot pot, and when it came into contact, sizzling white smoke suddenly appeared. Tan Guangjun looked like a fish whose scales had been chopped off alive.

The burning pain penetrated to the bone marrow, and the pain made five fingers dig deep into the snow. Rolling sweat beads rushed to seep out from his pale neck.

He gasped convulsively, but a trace of blood returned to his pale cheeks.

Tan Guangjun turned his head and saw that the wound on his shoulder had gradually returned to its normal blood red color. Under the infiltration of Bai Lian's blood, bright red tender flesh and skin were gradually growing.

His disordered breathing gradually calmed down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I won't thank you."

Bailian hummed, but he was very honest: "You don't have to be under too much psychological pressure, Mr. Tan Guang. I'm going to save you, but I can't deal with this monster alone."

"Ha..." Tan Guangjun twitched the corners of his mouth, but cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead:

"This kind of monster, even if you and I are combined, we may not be able to match it, but..."

He stood up holding the scepter, took a deep breath, and glanced at the ancient city outside the wind and snow.
To be continued...