The figures of a woman with a bewitching face and a muscular man flickered and jumped through the mountains, and they ran towards the corpse of the figure in a blue robe.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping felt the bag embroidered with roses on his waist tremble violently, accompanied by a stabbing sound, the bag embroidered with roses was torn open by a pair of sharp claws with silver nails, the son of the old demon of Montenegro poked his head out with a sly look, he smiled at Yang Huaiping sympathetically, and then flew back towards the bewitching woman and the sturdy man.

In an instant, the son of the old demon of Montenegro flew to the side of the bewitching woman and the muscular man, and he stretched out his claws with silver nails and slashed across their necks in an instant.

A line of blood spurted out of the necks of the strange-looking woman and the sturdy man in an instant, and then they fell to the ground in response, and the primordial spirits of the two escaped from the top of their heads and tried to escape.

The old demon of the Black Mountain suddenly opened his mouth and sucked the two of them into it, and then he began to swallow the flesh and blood of the immortal cultivator who was wearing a cyan robe and failed to cross the tribulation into his stomach very bloodily.

After seeing this scene, Yang Huaiping felt a chill down his spine, and his body trembled even more unobediently.

Suddenly, a cold voice came out, "Demon, you slaughtered my Zixiao Sect disciple, and the poor Dao will accept you today!"

As he spoke, a white-haired old man with wide eyebrows, clear eyes, and a bun on his head stepped on the void and galloped towards the son of the old demon of Montenegro.

At this time, the old demon of the Black Mountain, who was leaning over and devouring the flesh and blood of the failed immortal cultivator, was like a beast protecting food, he opened his bloody mouth and let out a roar at the white-haired old man, and then buried his head in his head and chewed it vigorously.

The white-haired old man saw that the son of the old demon of Montenegro was so ferocious and bloodthirsty, he pulled out the top of his head and inserted a silver hairpin on it, and the white-haired old man recited the mantra, and the silver hairpin turned into a bright silver flying sword three feet long and four fingers wide.

As the white-haired old man continued to chant obscure spells, the flying sword instantly transformed into hundreds of identical flying swords and shot towards the son of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

At this time, the son of the old demon of the Black Mountain had already devoured the body of the immortal cultivator in the blue robe, and he looked up at the countless flying swords that shot out, and let out an unruly laugh from his mouth.

In just an instant, the figure of the son of the old demon of Montenegro suddenly rose, and he transformed into a black mountain with a whole body as black as ink, and those flying swords and ping pong that galloped bright silver shot at the towering black mountain, bursting out many shining sparks, but they did not shake the black mountain in the slightest.

After the white-haired old man saw this, he looked shocked and said, "Black Mountain Old Demon, you are actually Black Mountain Old Demon!"

After being stunned for a moment, the white-haired old man calmed down, he pinched the trick to summon the bright silver flying sword back, and then rushed towards the black mountain with the flying sword.

At this time, Yang Huaiping, who was hiding in the mountains, saw two corpses not far away, as well as a flying sword with cold light and a purple light ring scattered on the ground, his heart suddenly pounded very hard.

Yang Huaiping glanced at the white-haired old man who flew into the air towards the son of the old demon of the Black Mountain, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he turned into a palm-sized gray * and flew towards the treasures scattered on the ground.

After a while, Yang Huaiping flew to the side of the two corpses, he quietly transformed into his original appearance, Yang Huaiping first threw the flying sword and the ring into the hemp yellow bag around his waist, and then groped on the two of the bewitching woman and the sturdy man.

Yang Huaiping took out a Zixiao sword technique, a few bottles of pills from the bewitching woman, and found a dragon and tiger body refining recipe and a Rakshasa mask on the sturdy man, he threw a line of items into the numb yellow bag on his waist, Yang Huaiping dragged down the hemp yellow bag on the waist of the two, and then turned into ash * and flew into the distance.

At the same time, the son of the old demon of Montenegro became the original, and he pierced the heart of the white-haired old man with the palm of his hand with sharp silver nails, but in an instant, the white-haired old demon spirit escaped from the top of his head, but was suddenly sucked into his mouth by the son of the old demon of Montenegro.

The old demon of Montenegro saw Yang Huaiping's transformation into gray* and wanted to escape, so he turned into a black streamer and chased after Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping was so flat that something was wrong, so he glanced behind him and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

"I'm grass!" Yang Huaiping scolded, he flapped his wings at a very high frequency and turned around with a hurricane and rushed over.

In just an instant, the sky and the earth became a vast color, a gray one, and the sun and moon were not visible.

The old demon of Montenegro saw Yang Huaiping's transformed gray * turn around and fly towards him, and he was obviously stunned for a moment.

Just between this lightning and flint, Yang Huaiping and the son of the old demon of Montenegro came to pass by, the reason why he turned around and flew back was because Hu Yuxuan was sleeping in the tent in front of him, Yang Huaiping would rather die by himself than Hu Yuxuan be harmed in any way.

After the old demon of Montenegro scratched his head, he reflected it, and he let out a long roar in the sky, and chased after Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping turned his head and glanced at the old demon of the Black Mountain who was chasing him, and he suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and his heart was pounding.

After about a while, Yang Huaiping transformed into his original appearance and stopped, he stood in place gasping for breath, Yang Huaiping felt exhausted, as if the whole person was about to fall apart.

At this time, the figure of the son of the old demon of Montenegro flashed to Yang Huaiping's side, and he was in the middle of a long silver claw nail that cut countless holes around Yang Huaiping's body, and suddenly blood gushed down from Yang Huaiping's body as if he didn't want money.

The son of the old demon of Montenegro greedily opened his mouth and sucked the blood flowing from Yang Huaiping's body into his mouth, as if he had drunk the elixir and jade dew, and his expression seemed to be quite enjoyable.

After about a pillar of incense, Yang Huaiping's blood was less than one-tenth of his body, and after the son of the old demon of Montenegro burped, he kicked Yang Huaiping out with a satisfied kick, and then the figure of the son of the old demon of Montenegro disappeared between the misty peaks in a flash.

……

At this time, Yang Huaiping, who had little blood left in his body, happened to fall not far from the white-haired old man's corpse, and he bit his lip sharply to sober himself up a little.

After Yang Huaiping saw the corpse of the white-clothed old man in front of him, he suddenly had an impulse like an old bachelor meeting a little widow who had been dry for many years, Yang Huaiping understood that all the people who could step on the void and stand were the heroes of the Five Qi Dynasty, and the blood on their bodies was comparable to immortal medicine, not to mention the flesh and bones of the living dead, it was no problem to prolong people's lives, let alone treat these insignificant wounds on Yang Huaiping's body.

Just as Yang Huaiping was about to struggle his pale body and crawl towards the white-haired corpse, a bright halo flew out from the white-haired corpse.

Seeing this scene, Yang Huaiping was shocked and said, "Second Yuan God!"