Long Yin's body was as fast as lightning, and he ran straight towards a monk in the Yin Spirit Realm. Before everyone could react, the monk who had originally closed his eyes and swallowed blood qi was blasted away by Long Yin's punch, and his body exploded in the air, turning into a pool of blood foam and falling into the pool of blood.

"Who!" the others opened their eyes, their eyes a scarlet color.

"Kill your people!" Long Yin said lightly, no longer saying anything. He then threw another punch, and another mountain man was smashed into a mass of minced flesh by the dragon's blast.

There is no need for any bells and whistles at all, Long Yin just keeps punching, and no one can withstand his blow. With each punch he threw outward, Long Yin felt that the stuffiness in his chest had subsided by half a minute.

Even in the face of those half-grown children, Long Yin has never been soft-hearted. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen mountain people had died under his fists. The blood had completely soaked his body, and he had become a bloody man.

Smelling the lingering smell of blood, Long Yin's whole body trembled with excitement. He is the body of a fierce beast, and he is extremely bloodthirsty in his bones, but his human side has been struggling to suppress his beastly nature. But in the face of these mountain people, Long Yin completely released his hidden beast nature, and he wanted to hunt it for a good time!

Seeing the young man covered in blood in front of him, the villagers of Leopard Mountain Village were chilled, and in their eyes, there was no difference between Long Yin and the powerful ghosts from the Nine Shadows.

Long Yin stretched out and grabbed a person's neck, like lifting a little chicken, and then threw him towards the stone tower. The stone tower was directly knocked out of a gap, and the person's body was embedded in the stone tower, and the blood began to flow slowly.

"Still not yet?" Long Yin stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, which was very sweet and delicious for him as a fierce beast.

These villagers couldn't hurt him at all, and the only threat to him was probably the mysterious man who had been in the stone tower.

Soon after the gap appeared, a gloomy voice slowly came out from the stone tower, "Boy, I don't actually want to be your enemy!" It was a middle-aged man with a thin body and a very gloomy appearance. He was wearing a blood-red robe, and when he saw him, Long Yin's pupils couldn't help shrinking, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind the middle-aged man.

The blood-clothed middle-aged man walked slowly in the pool of blood, and surprisingly, his feet were not stained with a trace of scarlet blood.

"My lord!" Seeing the middle-aged man in bloody clothes appear, the remaining villagers couldn't help but be overjoyed and moved closer to him. The blood-clothed middle-aged man was nothing more than a god-like existence in their hearts, and only the god could help them deal with the demon in front of them.

"Trick up the mystery!" Long Yin looked at him and snorted disdainfully, but he couldn't help but be vigilant in his heart. As soon as this middle-aged man came out, he felt an unparalleled pressure, even compared to the long-haired old man in Haotian's hometown.

The middle-aged man in blood looked at the villagers in front of him, and let out a burst of laughter from his mouth, and then he opened his mouth and inhaled, and streams of blood and qi emanated from the top of these villagers' heads and were inhaled into their bodies. The villagers stared at the blood-clothed middle-aged man in disbelief with wide eyes, and their expressions gradually distorted, as if they were extremely painful. It wasn't long before they fell to the ground and turned into dried corpses.

The middle-aged man in bloody clothes closed his eyes, and his expression seemed to be extremely enjoyable. After inhaling the last trace of blood into his body, he opened his demonic blood-red eyes and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

Long Yin looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help frowning, although these villagers died innocently, but this way of death was too bizarre and weird. You must know that even if it is a barren character seal, it can only extract the blood after the death of the fierce beast. But the behavior of this blood-clothed middle-aged man is undoubtedly too domineering.

"They helped you repair your injuries, and you actually treated them like this!" Long Yin looked coldly at the blood-clothed middle-aged man in front of him.

Hearing Long Yin's words, the middle-aged man of the blood descent smiled faintly, "It's just a group of ants, what is there to care about." His tone was very flat, as if killing the villagers was not much different from pinching one or two ants to death.

"It's you, the blood in your body is so rich and strong, if you eat it, I'm afraid that my injuries can be fully recovered. The middle-aged man in blood clothes stared at Long Yin as if he were looking at a delicious lunch. He licked his dry lips, his eyes fiery.

Long Yin stared at him with cold eyes, "I'm a hard dish, and my teeth are not good, and it's easy to break my teeth." ”

"I'd like to try it!" The middle-aged man of the blood descent showed a strange smile, and a layer of blood-red mist began to surround his body, heading towards Long Yin.

Long Yin's eyes froze, and his right hand punched at the blood-clothed middle-aged man like an angry Jiao. His fist smashed solidly on the body of the middle-aged man in blood, but the strange thing was that the middle-aged man in blood-clothed was not blasted out by Long Yin, and his body began to dissipate.

"Afterimage?" Long Yin looked at the position where the middle-aged man in bloody clothes dissipated, he could do it with an afterimage, but he would never be so realistic.

He looked around vigilantly, so as not to be attacked by the middle-aged man in bloody clothes. Without any warning, the blood-clothed man appeared coldly behind Long Yin. Fortunately, Long Yin was very alert and sensitive, and when he felt the threat from the rear, he threw a punch directly backwards, and the figure of the middle-aged man in blood dissipated again.

"Another afterimage?" Seeing the smile of the blood-clothed middle-aged man when he finally dissipated, Long Yin's heart couldn't help but sink. Things would never be so simple, and he really felt a mortal danger just now. If he can't find the hiding place of the middle-aged man in blood, he will be played to death by the other party sooner or later.

"Desolate Spirit, do you know where his true location is?" Long Yin asked in his heart.

"That was his essence just now, but he didn't know what method he used to dissipate his figure in an instant. The desolate spirit spoke, and there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"How should this be fought?" After hearing the words of the desolate spirit, Long Yin frowned. He couldn't touch the other party at all, and he couldn't even fight back.

"I said that this person's strength is not what you can beat now!" "The desolate spirit's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Long Yin.

"If I don't remove this tumor, I won't be able to live with my conscience for the rest of my life!" Long Yin said without hesitation.

The desolate spirit was silent for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, "Whatever you want!"

Long Yin took a deep breath, since he couldn't catch him, it was better to sell him a flaw. He didn't believe that there really was that kind of impeccable magic power in the world, and even if it did, it would not be possible to appear in such a remote and small place.

The figure of the middle-aged man in blood clothes reappeared, and his blood-red palm slapped Long Yin's back. Long Yin only felt a huge force, and his body couldn't help but fly out upside down, slamming into the stone tower fiercely, directly collapsing it, and making an earth-shattering noise.

"What a terrifying power!" Long Yin couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for his strong body, he would have been seriously injured by this blow. Moreover, he felt a tingling sensation coming from behind him, and the blood mist seemed to have a strong corrosive force, constantly trying to erode the surface of his skin.

This middle-aged man in bloody clothes is unexpectedly difficult!

The blood-red figure gradually appeared in front of Long Yin, "The kid is good, even this seat is a little envious of your physical body, so let's do it, as long as you become the blood slave of this seat, this seat will spare your life, and I don't care about your bad cultivation?"

"It's just a dirty rat that can't see the light, and I don't stop shouting in this seat, and I don't dare to say such things to your grandfather!" Long Yin stabilized the qi and blood in his body, and spat a mouthful of bloody spit at him, his expression full of disdain.

The middle-aged man in bloody clothes said gloomily, "Very good, after so many years, you are the only one who dares to talk to this seat like this." In that case, then you should honestly turn into the flesh that nourishes your body. The blood-clothed middle-aged man's body dissipated into the air again.

Long Yin looked around vigilantly, the blow of the middle-aged man in bloody clothes, even he was a little unbearable, he didn't dare to have any carelessness. Otherwise, even if he was extremely strong as a pure-blooded beast, this middle-aged man in bloody clothes would be able to play him to death.

"Is there really no way?" Long Yin asked the desolate spirit again, if he couldn't crack the secret technique of this blood-clothed middle-aged man, he could only be played with by the other party in the palm of his hand all the time.

"There's no way, you better hurry up and figure out how to get out of here. Arrahide's tone was serious.

Long Yin shook his head, "I can't go!" If he leaves, what will happen to the women in the barn? I'm afraid that they will all be sucked clean by the blood in this blood-clothed middle-aged man's body just like those villagers.

"But you can't touch the corners of the other party's clothes at all, how do you say you fight?" the Arraie asked.

Long Yin was silent for a while, he had already passed that hot-blooded age, no matter how angry he was, he would not care about his own life, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then wait a little longer!"

"Whatever you want!" said the absurd spirit, speechless.

"I'm sorry!" Long Yin said softly, he knew that the desolate spirit was now a grasshopper on a rope with himself, and he was not only joking with his own life here, but also risking the life of the desolate spirit here.

"Be careful!" the desolate spirit opened his mouth coldly, and just when Long Yin was stunned, the middle-aged man in bloody clothes seized the opportunity again, appeared in front of him, and slapped it with a palm.

The blood-red palm touched Long Yin's chest, and he shot out backwards like a cannonball, sliding dozens of meters away on the ground before he could stop. Long Yin got up from the ground and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at his slightly numb chest, and at some point, most of the clothes on his chest had been corroded, and between his chest, there was a blood-red palm print.

Long Yin slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, this feeling of being beaten passively made him very aggrieved, his mind could only remain tense at all times, he knew that once he relaxed, the next thing to greet him was the stormy attack of the middle-aged man in bloody clothes.