"That's right, the chaotic demon realm used to be a piece of loose sand. It has been suppressed and beaten by the invading demon army for so many years. Now the demon clan from outside also wants to join in the fun, and it depends on whether we agree or not." The red-scaled crocodile demon roared.
With a sound, the main body was revealed, and the thick tail swept out, with a huge light and shadow thrown out.
The old man in the white-pointed hat secretly snorted. He had dealt with Lu Xiaotian when he was still in the Divine Void Realm in his early years, but it was not a friendship. But after so many years, Lu Xiaotian's cultivation has skyrocketed, and he is still in the early stage of integration. It is no longer the same.
And Yu, not to mention compared with Lu Xiaotian, there are many people who are serving Chiyue Desert in front of him who are stronger than him.
In particular, this red-scaled demon crocodile looks as if it is closer to the Red Moon Desert, which makes people feel disgusted. However, you can only think about this in your heart, but the old man in the white-pointed hat does not dare to say it easily.
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There was no time for a scheming fight with the red-scaled monster crocodile, so it was only right to complete the orders of the unknown sword cultivator first. The old man with the white pointed hat stretched out his hand, and thirteen soul-cutting nails whizzed towards one of the Nightmare monsters.
"Senior Wuming has a message: try to capture their souls as much as possible, but don't beat these guys until they are completely destroyed."
Madara Qianjie remembered what the Lotus clone told him, and he always remembered that Lu Xiaotian liked to collect all kinds of monster spirits. Maybe the unknown sword cultivator collected them for Lu Xiaotian.
"There are so many things going on!" The old man in the white-pointed hat cursed secretly. The power of his soul-cutting nail is that it can cut off souls and constantly erode the opponent's soul. It is extremely vicious. Ghost cultivators don't have to be too honest. Human monks
There are not a few people who are good at this.
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Madara, I'm just trying not to hurt his spirit." The old man in the white-pointed hat replied.
"It doesn't matter if you really want to destroy a few of the souls. Your own safety comes first. Senior Wuming didn't say anything about taking all the souls and killing them!" Madara Chia added.
"Haha, okay, this way we can have a good time!"
For a time, many strong men in the Fusion Realm headed by Madara Qianji each sacrificed their magic weapons, and the five Nightmare Demon Tribes attacked fiercely. They were all experienced strong men in the Fusion Realm, and there was no loophole to take advantage of in this situation.
"Everyone can escape as much as they can! Get out!" The leader of the Yongmeng demon clan shouted sharply, and before he could finish his words, his body was already retreating violently.
At this time, these five Nightmare Demon Clan had no fighting spirit. How could they withstand the fierce attack of more than ten strong warriors in the Fusion Realm? When bombarded by magic weapons, a physical body was directly bombarded into slag.
It exploded into a ball of blood mist. Even the soul could not escape.
Another one's lower body was hit by a tiger demon from Ice Tiger Mountain with an ice-thorned tiger ball, and the lower body was directly sealed by ice. Thanks to the fierceness of the Nightmare Demon Clan, at the critical moment, She reached out and cut his own waist.
The lower part of the body and the upper body fled on clouds. However, even though they were injured, they inevitably fell behind several other members of the same race. Madara Chiga and the others who were chasing after them swarmed up, and their end was not much better than that of the previous member of the same race.
"The leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan hopes that fellow Taoists can save a breath and let me kill him personally." Xiong Kun was still seriously injured at this time, but his roots were cut off by the lotus clone. After returning to the Dark Demon Tomb,
The recovery speed is much faster, but it is not enough to take action against these old monsters for the time being. Now in the Dark Demon Tomb, I can barely keep up with the speed of these old monsters.
The leader of the Nightmare Demon Clan was truly extraordinary in strength. Under the pursuit of more than ten masters, he managed to escape from the Dark Demon Tomb.
After leaving the Dark Demon Tomb, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed towards me.
"Haha, bald old demon, where can you escape!" The red-scaled demon crocodile was having fun chasing. The old man in the white pointed hat and another purple-robed old ghost behind him were chasing even more vigorously. This most powerful monster from the Nightmare clan was actually a
If the old monster in the late stage of integration was left outside, they wouldn't dare to underestimate it at ordinary times.
But this guy is also unlucky. He chased him all the way in the Dark Demon Tomb, and the opponent suffered serious injuries. Moreover, although the old demon Madara Chia is still in the middle stage of integration, the magic weapon is really good. Even if the opponent is slightly injured, if it is really
In a fight, they have so many more people, and the opponent will also be unable to take advantage of them. For the ghost clan, being able to defeat the Yumeng demon clan in the late stage of integration is also of great benefit to them.
With the victory in hand, a group of people pursued and fought fiercely, with no intention of letting the tiger return to the mountain.
After chasing for a while, the only remaining late-stage Nightmare demon clan was surrounded by Madara Qianji and a group of old monsters.
"Fellow Taoist Xiong, I'll wait until I defeat this old monster's tricks, and then I'll leave it to you to deal with!" Madara Qianjia laughed. It was a great pleasure to chase down the old monster all the way. Especially when fighting against the old monster in the later stage of the integration, even if it was a coincidence.
, there is an inexplicable excitement in being able to severely injure such an old monster.
"Thank you Taoist Fellow Ban and all other fellow Taoists for your great help. If I can be useful to Xiong Kun in the future, Xiong Kun will not refuse." Xiong Kun said with a smile.
A group of strong men laughed one after another, and they all responded to Xiong Kun's words. Even if Xiong Kun is seriously injured, he can control the tomb spirit in a single charge. He is so elusive in the chaotic demon realm. There is a great chance that he can use this in the future.
A favor.
Although this time I was ordered by the Lotus clone to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Nightmare Monster Clan, I didn't suffer much loss. Just by killing a few monster clans of the same level, I can get a lot of benefits, and I can also get a lot of benefits from the Xiongyan Clan.
Kun is here to gain a favor. It is naturally important to carry out the orders of a strong person in the Mahayana realm, and it might be better to get some benefits along the way. If there is no benefit, don't get up early, and the same goes for these old monsters who are combined.
But before Madara Chie, an old monster like him, could be too happy, a terrifying and ferocious pressure suddenly came down.
"Old demon in the Mahayana realm!" At this time, such a thought flashed through the minds of Madara Chia and other monks, with a look of horror on their faces. They had all seen the lotus clones, and their breath was flowing out of the dust. They were definitely not so ferocious.
Extremely demonic.
The severely injured and surrounded monster tribe was able to escape from the desperate situation with a look of ecstasy on its face. It leaned towards the northwest with both hands and bowed, "Welcome to Holy Lord Peng Niu, please save your life!"
Boom... there was a sound of thunderous hooves in the void, like the sound of a war drum. Madara Qianga and other monks looked into the distance in shock, only to see sixteen bull demons that were several feet in size and covered with silver light.
There is a monster howling in the wind.
On top of the monster, there was a man with the head of a bull, a nose ring and a black cloak. The muscular cultivator held a half-clothed banshee in his arms and held his hand up and down. He didn't care about the eyes of others.
Not seeing how the Pengniu Demon Saint moved, a demonic wind blew up between the heaven and the earth, and the cultivators were pushed roughly to both sides.
"A bunch of inexperienced brats dare to interfere in this Holy Lord's business. They are so impatient!"