At this time, in the forest, the black-robed body suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.
In the mysterious realm, on the top of the Black Mountain, a figure wearing a cloak is sitting in the clouds shrouded in black mist.
"Ah ah ah...Zhao Qianye, you dare to destroy my clone, you and I are incompatible..." the figure shouted crazily.
This black shadow is the old demon of Montenegro. The vampires in the West call him the Blood God, and he is also the Blood Demon.
The black robe is his clone, and it is also his strongest clone, but there is only a wisp of smoke left.
Looking up at the wisp of green smoke in the air, the Blood Demon stretched out his hand to grab it, and the green smoke was immediately caught in his hand.
"What a waste. I gave you so much power, but you can't beat a common man. You deserve to be ruined..."
There seemed to be a squeaking voice in the blue smoke, and he seemed very dissatisfied, but he would never speak again.
The Blood Demon grabbed Qing Yan and slapped his head. The Qing Yan disappeared immediately and became one with his body again.
At this time, the Blood Demon stood up, stretched out his hand and smacked it in the air. With a rumble, bursts of black thunderstorms suddenly formed in the sky, hitting the sky in the distance.
"Click..."
After a loud sound of earth shattering, a big hole was opened in the sky by him, but it soon recovered again and the big black hole disappeared.
"We are almost successful. As long as I break through again, I will be able to freely enter and leave the fairyland. By then, none of Zhao Qianye's wife and son will be left behind."
The Blood Demon roared for a while, and after venting his frustration, he sat down again and meditated cross-legged on the spot, absorbing the unique black energy from the Black Mountain.
This kind of black energy is exactly the same as the black energy that Zhao Qianye accidentally inhaled into his body. This is the so-called demonic energy. If the body is controlled by the demonic energy, sooner or later, it will follow the path of evil.
Zhao Qianye was at this dangerous juncture, but he didn't know it. He thought that it would be good if the black energy could be used for him, but he didn't know that there was a huge crisis in it, which might lead him astray.
In the fairyland, Shenshi and Wanren were drinking tea. They suddenly stood up together and felt a slight tremor under their feet.
"No, the blood demon's skills have improved a lot recently. I'm afraid we will soon face a new battle between immortals and demons..." Shenshi said.
"However, Zhao Qianye's cultivation is far from enough, and because of the rules, we cannot take action personally. What should we do?" Wan Renwu said worriedly.
Every time a demon appears, people in the secular world need to be trained to deal with it, and the great gods in their fairyland cannot act at will unless there is instructions from God. This is the so-called way of heaven.
No one dares to violate the way of heaven. Even people in the fairyland don't know who the way of heaven is.
"Wan Ren, I think we can make it more difficult for him to let Zhao Qianye mature as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be really unimaginable..."
"Okay, then just do as the great elder said." Wan Ren immediately nodded in agreement.
At this time, Shenshi asked again: "How are his son and wife doing recently? Have they made any progress in their cultivation?"
"First Elder, his son Zhao Xiaoxiao loves to practice martial arts and makes progress faster than ordinary people, but his wife Wang Chuxia has not made obvious progress."
"This is not possible. As you know, the demon-killing formation requires four people, and Wang Chuxia is also one of the four. This shortcoming must be made up as soon as possible. The entire demon-killing operation cannot fail because of one person's insufficient ability...
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"Okay, then I'll go find her right away..."
"go Go……"
The divine stone waved his hand, and Wan Ren immediately flew into an auspicious cloud and flew towards the mysterious fairy mountain.
In the fairy mountain in the backyard of Shenmen, Zhao Xiaoxiao was practicing his sword sweating profusely.
But Wang Chuxia has no intention of learning martial arts. She is a weak woman. She is a female CEO in the city. How can a strong woman like to practice?
So whenever she had free time, she devoted herself to studying how to cook. In order to satisfy Zhao Xiaoxiao's appetite, she worked hard.
"Hey, why aren't you practicing today?"
At this time, Zhao Xiaoxiao suddenly appeared at the door, holding his long sword and looking at Wang Chuxia very dissatisfied.
Originally, in other families, the mother should supervise the children's cultivation, but in their family it was the opposite, with Zhao Xiaoxiao supervising Wang Chuxia's cultivation every day.
Wang Chuxia turned to look at her lovely son, and couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, Zhao Xiaoxiao, I'm not a martial arts training material. Can't I prepare some delicious food for you?"
"Of course not. We have to practice martial arts and we have to eat. Let's go, follow me..."
Zhao Xiaoxiao couldn't help but pulled Wang Chuxia away.