The chain ball slowly shrank inward like a giant python, obviously trying to strangle the four-armed ancient demon, but it only shrank by two or three points and then stopped.
Then, bits and pieces of rich blood light came out, and soon the chain ball exploded with a loud bang, revealing a four-armed ancient demon that had grown to four to five feet tall.
Most of the chains that exploded were destroyed, but the remaining ones, after being shaken tens of feet away, persisted in entangling the four-armed ancient demon.
The four-armed ancient demon who used magical powers to transform himself into a little giant did not dodge. He formed claws with his four hands and sucked the many chains entangled into his hands.
Immediately, blood-colored magic light erupted from his hands, following these restraining chains and spreading towards their roots.
Wherever the blood flowed, the silver runes on the chain were stained dark red without even resisting twice.
In just a moment, the many chains in the hands of the four-armed ancient demon turned into points of light and disappeared.
The figure of the four-armed ancient demon blurred and transformed into its original shape. He uttered magic words and incantations. Suddenly, a four- to five-foot-long ancient chain treasure covered with dark red runes came out of the pit wall.
The ground was wrapped around one of his right arms.
Obviously, the forbidden treasure left by the ancient cultivator was tainted by the magic power of the four-armed ancient demon and became his own.
After this encounter, the four-armed ancient demon's anger finally calmed down. With one move of his arms, two rays of light flew from the sky and the earth.
The path in the sky was a white ball the size of a fist made by an unknown number of seducing spirits. The four-armed ancient demon summoned it and swallowed it in one gulp.
The one on the ground is the altar for refining the magic skin drum. It has shrunk dozens of times and is only the size of a palm.
The four-armed ancient demon held the small altar, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark red demon blood. Immediately after absorbing the demon blood, the altar lit up with a faint red light. After a few breaths, a bloody ghost with exposed fangs crawled out.
The baby, sitting on top of the altar, pointed in one direction and screamed.
The four-armed ancient demon's red face flashed with joy, his hands glowed with blood, and the altar sank into his palm, and then he quickly flew away in the direction pointed by the blood baby just now.
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At the exit of the Land of Ghost Resentment, in a garden full of exotic flowers and plants, there were seven monks meditating in the Jade Pavilion.
They were the cultivators who only passed through the Land of Ghost Grudges during this trip to Xutian Palace, and went to the Xutian Secret Realm to pick up elixirs, but did not enter the Ice and Fire Path.
Although their journey to the Xutian Palace ends here, unless they enter the treasure room in the inner palace to obtain the treasure, no matter which level they stop at, they will have to teleport out together with the others.
There are eight jade pavilions in the garden. Logically speaking, seven immortal cultivators each have one too many, but they would rather leave three jade pavilions empty than squeeze into the remaining jade pavilions in twos and threes.
Just because, in the jade pavilion in the center, there is a beautiful woman in purple clothes sitting cross-legged, using magic power to refine a snow-white long sword.
The aura he exudes is that of an immortal cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
This beautiful woman is the most holy Taoist couple of the Six Paths, known as Mrs. Wen. Her temperament is changeable and elusive. She often draws her sword and kills people if she disagrees with her. Therefore, the other six monks in the alchemy stage in the garden stayed away from her.
, to avoid causing unnecessary disasters.
The spiritual energy in the Xutian Temple is rich and far superior to that of the outside world. Although they have to sit here for more than a month, everyone does not feel uncomfortable, but rather enjoys it.
However, a sudden white light broke the silence and peace of the garden.
The seven people present all came here from this white light, so they naturally recognized this as the scene when the teleportation array took effect in Xutian Palace.
This made everyone look at each other in confusion. Nearly ten days have passed. Are there any comrades still trying to break through?
Did he practice in seclusion in the Land of Ghost Resentment?
When everyone was surprised, a strange man with red skin and black armor, two horns on his head, and four arms on his ribs walked out of the teleportation array.
After seeing the seven immortal cultivators staring at him, he immediately grinned and heard a thunderous sound in his stomach.
For a moment, the immortal cultivators, including Mrs. Wen, couldn't help but feel trembling, feeling like they were being targeted by natural enemies.
As a result, everyone sacrificed the magic weapon in unison, and Mrs. Wen even put the long sword on her head with a livid face, as if she was about to attack with all her strength.
But due to the fear in their hearts, no one dared to be the first to take action.
The four-armed ancient demon only felt that his belly was empty and he was so hungry that he stepped forward as if he were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.
After walking a few steps, the restriction in Xutian Palace was triggered again. Several rays of silver lightning struck, but before they could reach them, they were deflected away by a layer of light film swayed by the black armor and hit the empty space.
Everyone was shocked. This strange man was not even afraid of the restrictions of the Xutian Palace. What kind of magical power he had. How could they, the monks in the pill formation stage, be their opponents? They all looked at Mrs. Wen in the Central Jade Pavilion.
At this moment, Mrs. Wen lost any of her usual cold, arrogant and arrogant attitude, her face was pale, and she said with a slight trembling:
"Impossible! It must be that old bastard from Six Paths who is bullying me again! How can there be a real demon in this world?!"
The silver lightning just now illuminated the face of the four-armed ancient demon clearly. Mrs. Wen immediately recognized that the demon's face was one of the six true magic aspects summoned by her husband's Six Paths Supreme Sage.
There is no difference between the powerful and true demons.
Coupled with the palpitating feeling of encountering a natural enemy, Mrs. Wen instantly realized that the other party was the powerful real demon, but she really couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it!
The powerful real demon had just broken through the seal and was forced to use the demon's disintegration and transformation method. When the demon's body was extremely weak, it faced the silver lightning and ducked close to Mrs. Wen. It was obvious that it was
I need to nourish myself with the flesh and blood spirit infant of this Nascent Soul Stage monk.
At this moment, Mrs. Wen was afraid, and under the pressure of the great terror of life and death, she took action in anger.
She unreservedly poured her mana into the long sword above her head. Pointing the sword at a single point, the sword split into numerous sword shadows, slashing towards the powerful real demon with astonishing fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Mrs. Wen is a relatively rare sword cultivator among demonic cultivators, and she is an extremely pure sword cultivator. Her entire cultivation is tied to the sword, so the sword strike at this moment is her full blow.
Facing the sword shadows all over the sky, Demon Da Li threw out the restraining chain he had just obtained and twisted it violently in front of him. The bloody halo emitted destroyed all the sword shadows all over the sky.
Immediately, demonic energy surged around his body, and a huge suction force erupted from his palms, falling on the long sword body hidden in the shadow of the sword.
In an instant, the magic sword that Mrs. Wen had painstakingly refined for hundreds of years was captured by the powerful real demon.
"No!"
At this moment, Mrs. Wen's liver and gallbladder were split. She remembered her husband's method of using powerful real magic to confront the enemy, and quickly activated the magic sword to make him break free, regardless of the loss of essence and blood.
But the real demon Dali laughed ferociously, and the blood on his palms lit up, and he twisted Mrs. Wen's magic weapon sword like a twist. It buzzed continuously, and it broke inch by inch without even counting the breaths.
The natal magic weapon is connected to the mind of the immortal cultivator. The magic weapon sword was destroyed. Mrs. Wen felt the same and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Before she could take a breath, the powerful demon had already arrived in front of her, smashed her protective magic weapon with one punch, and hit her Dantian with the other punch.
Mrs. Wen's ghost emerged, and she immediately left her body without caring about the Nascent Soul, and immediately used her magical power to escape more than ten feet away.
She was about to use her magical power again, but suddenly she felt that her Nascent Soul seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.
Looking back, he saw vortexes spinning in the palms of the four palms of the powerful real demon, and the suction force erupted could actually imprison the Nascent Soul, and he suddenly showed a look of despair.