The small land fragments eroded hard but firmly towards the interior of the Holy Sky.
Where the small fragments came into contact with the world barrier of the Holy Heaven, countless terrifying lightning splashes were made, but no sound was made. Countless weird images surged out at the contact point, and they were so bizarre that words cannot describe them.
At the closest place to the contact point, a dark pagoda with a height of forty-nine stories was quietly suspended.
Outside the main entrance of the pagoda is a small square with an area of several acres.
In the middle of the square, there are some household items, such as grills, long tables, buckets, hooks, etc.
A bald old man about two feet tall, with muscles all over his body, and even vicious bulging muscle strips hanging from his ears, was wearing an animal skin skirt and was preparing a several-foot-long dish on a long table.
White python.
"With good ingredients, you don't need to spend too much thought and ingredients... just eat them raw."
"Good ingredients are rich in energy and blood. Every bite is like taking a perfect tonic pill."
"Blood energy, as well as the original animal nature remaining in the blood energy, can have the greatest effect on us, the disciples of the Barbarian King Palace... Let the animal nature of these big guys with the blood of divine beasts stimulate the ancestor blood in our bodies. Only in this way can we
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The old man had just taken off the gallbladder of the python and swallowed it in one gulp, when his body suddenly stiffened.
He raised his head and looked towards the Holy Heaven.
"Tie Mang, my grandson..." the old man sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity... Originally, you were my very promising grandson, and I wanted to find you a good marriage and give you the most qualified child.
Where are his descendants?"
"But, there is no way. I cannot miss the Supreme Immortal Certificate."
Leaving the python still squirming and twitching in front of him, the old man raised his head and shook his neck vigorously, making a muffled sound like thunder. He was silent for a while, then held his left hand with his right hand and twisted it gently.
With a 'click' sound, the left arm fell off at shoulder level.
The old man sprayed blood on his left arm. The left arm squirmed and quickly transformed into a burly man who looked just like the old man. Then he solemnly saluted to the old man: "I am the one."
The old man nodded and pointed towards the Holy Sky: "Go, Tie Mang is dead. Find out this matter and whether the blood god old ghost really got a great opportunity... By the way, do something that should be done
Things to do."
The giant man transformed into the old man's left arm responded in a low voice, squatted down slightly, and then jumped up suddenly.
With a loud noise, the giant man was like an arrow, piercing into the Holy Sky, bringing up a dim stream of light, refracted in the extremely high void, and went straight to the direction of Dayin.
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The old man continued to manipulate the big python, and at the same time murmured: "Open the formation, and send three thousand ordinary disciples down to obey the orders of my descended clone..."
In Yangcheng, Yuan Mo Dou slowly disappeared.
Hong Luan sat on the ground and cursed loudly.
Several elders of the War Demon Palace, wearing heavy armor and as majestic as demon gods, appeared quietly. They stood on the ruins of the Paradise Palace and loudly greeted the ancestors of Tu Lao Demon.
Tu Laomo from Secret Demon Cliff did not show up. His voice came slowly from all directions, erratic and like a ghost. No one present could catch the slightest trace of him.
This old devil tried his best to provoke and satirize the disciples of War Demon Palace and Paradise Palace as worthless. He also ridiculed Hong Luan and several elders of War Demon Palace, making him almost angry.
He screamed "Wow!" but he couldn't do anything about it.
At this moment, a very thin red light fell on the ruins of the Paradise Palace.
In the red light, there are two red embroidered shoes embroidered with hundreds of flowers.
A crisp, melodious, and extremely sweet girl's laughter floated out from the red embroidered shoes: "Chichi, sisters, why don't you get up and play with us? Ah, there are so many good husbands and husbands here!"
All the demonic monks were dumbfounded.
From the Six Sects of the Extremely Holy Heavenly Demonic Way, Yangcheng is home to tens of thousands of demon cultivators. Some people come here to ask for wildfire?
Hong Luan raised her head suddenly. She looked at the embroidered shoes and exclaimed in a hoarse voice: "It's the flower mourning girl, those...weird ones!"
Among the high-level officials of the demonic sect present, only Hong Luan had dealt with Hua Mangnu.
She was easily and severely wounded by Hua Mangnu. If Hua Mangnu hadn't hoped that she would take people back to take revenge and send more sacrifices to Hua Mangnu, Hongluan would not have been able to escape from Haojing alive that time.
However, Hong Luan's roar had no effect on people from other sects.
An elder of the War Demon Palace snorted coldly, rushed to the slowly falling embroidered shoes, and struck them down with a halberd.
There was a loud bang, and the embroidered shoes were smashed to pieces.
The elder of the War Demon Palace snorted proudly and winked at Hongluan: "Sister Hongluan, you..."
Countless demonic monks who were watching all around exclaimed.
The blasted embroidered shoes actually turned into countless gorgeous transparent petals falling everywhere. Accompanied by the sweet fairy sound, beams and pillars rose from the ground where the petals fell, and walls were formed out of thin air.
In just a few breaths, an exquisite pavilion appeared out of thin air.
The nine-story pavilion was brightly lit inside, and the laughter and laughter of countless women could be heard faintly. Scarlet red lanterns were hung on the eaves of each floor of the pavilion, and the blood-colored flames illuminated the surrounding area.
Looking from a distance, most of Yang City was covered by the bloody light emitted by this pavilion.
"Ms. sir, let's pair up and play tricks!"
"Ms. sir, come on, come on!"
"Ms. sir, come in quickly!"
A series of charming calls came from the pavilion. At the door of the pavilion, there were several charming girls twisting their soft waists, waving red handkerchiefs, and waving to the magic monks outside.
The elder of the War Demon Palace who had just smashed the embroidered shoes opened his eyes wide and hissed: "What the hell is this?"
Hong Luan was about to speak when hazy figures appeared in all directions.
They were the female disciples of Paradise Palace who had just been killed by an iron egg from Tie Mang. They appeared out of thin air, their transparent figures swaying like water waves, with a chilling smile on their pale faces.
"This is impossible!" Hong Luan screamed.
Just now, the tens of thousands of female disciples from the Paradise Palace were smashed to pieces by Tie Mang's iron egg.
The essence of their flesh and blood was swallowed up completely by Yuan Mo Kabuto.
These female disciples of the Paradise Palace were really beaten to the point of losing their souls, and no bones were left.
In this case, what are these female disciples who suddenly appear out of thin air?
The squirming female figures, with mysterious smiles, walked towards the attic step by step... Hongluan screamed: "Something is wrong, fellow Taoists..."
A 'swish' sound.
Wearing a gray robe with countless patterns like chicken claws painted on the robe, it makes people dizzy at first glance. He has a long beard and a slim and elegant look, but the elder Tu Laomo of Mystic Demon Cliff has a gloomy look.
Suddenly appeared from beside Hong Luan.
He stared straight at the figures of these female disciples of the Paradise Palace and said solemnly: "I can guarantee that all their souls and essences have been swallowed up by Yuan Mo Kabuto... They have long since disappeared."
"So, can any knowledgeable fellow Taoist tell me what this is?"
No one said anything.
Including Hong Luan, no one could understand what was going on with these figures.
But Tu Lao Mo's words obviously attracted the attention of some beings. Tens of thousands of women walking towards the pavilion turned around at the same time and grinned at Tu Lao Mo: "Mr.
Tu Lao Mo snorted coldly, and with a flick of his right hand, the Yuan Mo Kao, which was shaped like a writhing mass of blood-colored sludge, flew into the air and turned into a large net about ten feet in diameter, densely covered with countless blood-colored eyes, and enveloped him.
First, he used the spirit treasure to protect himself tightly, then Tu Laomo formed seals with his hands and quickly recited strange spells.
Secret Demon Cliff, among the six sects of the Demonic Way, is famous for its evil methods and has mastered all kinds of extremely powerful magic spells. Chasing souls for thousands of miles and causing disasters for generations are just ordinary operations, turning mountains and seas, moving mountains and filling seas.
Class, it’s just ordinary.
The powerful magical power of the Mystic Demon Cliff is said to have had a glorious record in ancient times that shattered mountains and rivers millions of miles away.
Many demonic monks held their breath, wanting to see what magic spell Tu Lao Mo would use to deal with these strange female figures, and what magical effects he would exert.
Amidst Tu Lao Mo's spell, erratic shadows appeared around him.
These shadows were twisting and turning, making low howling sounds, and extremely sinister and dangerous auras were spreading from their bodies. The demonic monks present shivered almost at the same time.
"magic!"
A magic master whispered to himself in a low voice.
Although they are demonic monks, they are still flesh and blood, and they are still serious people.
And these shadows created by Tu Laomo are 'demons' in the true sense, inhuman aliens, the most ferocious existences in the world, and the kind of evil that ordinary people's wisdom cannot understand at all.
Using 'demon' to deal with these 'weird' things seems to be a good idea!
Countless twisted shadows rushed towards the female figures at the same time, and in an instant, the shadows merged into the female figures.
Then, accompanied by gentle laughter and the delicate and sweet voice of the woman, these shadows quietly disappeared. And the figures of those women became clearer.
"This old husband is so vicious... Sisters, take revenge!" From the pavilion, a dragon and phoenix hairpin quietly flew out and circled in the air. An extremely sweet voice came from the hairpin.
Tu Laomo groaned and vomited out a large mouthful of blood.
He looked at the dragon and phoenix hairpin in shock, and hissed: "You can actually break my magical power? I have been cultivating it for thousands of years..."
Tu Laomo gritted his teeth and pointed with his right hand. The blood he had just spurted suddenly changed and solidified, turning into a sharp blood knife that rose into the air and struck hard at the dragon and phoenix hairpin.
The dragon and phoenix hairpin swayed slightly from side to side, and the blood knife fell, only to split a phantom.
There was a 'puff' sound.
Tu Laomo lowered his head in disbelief and saw that the dragon and phoenix hairpin had penetrated deeply into his heart.
"Damn it!" Tu Lao Mo roared, and the Yuan Mo pocket spurted out countless blood lights, which densely fell on the dragon and phoenix hairpin. The sound of "chi chi" kept coming, and the dragon and phoenix hairpin swayed slightly, and then disappeared out of thin air in front of Tu Lao Mo.
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The next moment, tens of thousands of women screamed and rushed towards the old demon Tu.
