The crimson flesh was extremely irritable, the red flames on his body rose, and the rocks and plants around him turned into ashes, and he scolded whoever he caught, and with a flick of his hand, a red flame shot towards the sad old peasant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Devouring Demon King, why bother? Why bother? The old man has not been easy to live for all these years, and after getting out of trouble, he doesn't want to be targeted by the Heavenly Dao so soon. The figure of the old farmer, swaying with the wind, appeared four clones, avoiding the attack and blocking the four directions.

The four figures, with different expressions and movements, were actually like four real living people, or rolling up their sleeves, or brushing their long beards, or stretching their waists, or shaking their heads, without taking the attack of the meat mass seriously.

"Nanshan Old Demon, do you really want to be an enemy of the deity? I don't believe that your recovery speed is faster than that of the deity. The sound of the lump of flesh was erratic, sometimes hoarse, sometimes sharp, shaking the leaves of the forest, and the birds and beasts fled.

"Three thousand avenues, it is not power that determines life and death, you can't understand the tens of thousands of years of seals, but don't bother us who are good demons who have awakened suddenly. The old peasant-like man, still showing no signs of making a move.

"You? ”

A terrifying human face appeared on the crimson flesh ball, staring at the Nanshan Old Demon with extreme contempt, but his eyes were a little wandering, observing whether there were other enemies lurking around.

In the depths of the forest, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps, clicking, not like a human.

"Hehe, the old people hate each other, and the demeanor of the devouring demon lord is still the same, which really makes the old man nostalgic, Mr. Dongguo is polite. The voice of the old man came from the forest, accompanied by the sound of messy hooves, an old man riding a donkey, holding a scroll in his hand, his robe was tattered, like a poor and sour talent, with a bit of Confucian bearing.

Seeing this person, the crimson lump of flesh suddenly became irritable, and said angrily: "Dongguo Old Devil, you are not dead yet?" Damn, when I saw Nanshan Old Devil, I should have guessed that you could also survive." Fuck off now, and I can forgive you for your offense against the deity. ”

Mr. Dong Guo rode a gray donkey, walked to the side of a doppelganger in Nanshan and stood up, arched his hand and smiled: "Devouring Demon King, hurry and be anxious." The old man has something that he wanted to say to you a long time ago, and he is not happy if he doesn't say it. ”

"What's that?" the crimson mass of flesh changed its appearance again, like a skinless giant, standing among the rocks.

"Go to your mother, don't bark in front of us. In front of me and the ancestor of Nanshan, how can you have the courage to be reckless?" Mr. Dongguo finished scolding, raised the scroll in his hand and smashed it.

The scroll was thrown out, and the black light shone brightly, dyeing the dark night thicker and darker, and there were countless sounds of reading books from the scroll, which were not only unpleasant to the ear, but mixed with the voices of resentment and curse.

The black light of the scroll shrouded the crimson flesh, and the red flames flickering on the flesh could not break through the black light of the scroll.

"Old Demon Dongguo, you are looking for death. The Devouring Demon Lord was furious, roared wildly, and spewed out dozens of fingernail-sized lumps of flesh from his mouth, and the flesh shook in the air, spreading its body, and it was actually insects with fleshy wings, buzzing, rushing towards the barrier shrouded in the warp.

Crunch, crunch, the black light curtain is like substance, under the impact of insects, making a tooth-sour sound. Every time there was a strange noise, the surrounding void seemed to collapse, and there were violent fluctuations, which made people palpitate.

Mr. Dongguo snorted, stepped off the gray donkey and took three or four steps back, sat down with his ass, and almost threw him down.

"Nanshan Daoyou quickly took action to suppress this demon. Mr. Dong Guo shouted urgently.

"Alas, when is the time for retribution, as soon as the two of them meet, why bother, why bother?" Nanshan Ancestor looked sad, shook his hand, and took out a rusty hoe out of nowhere, and smashed it at the insects on the black screen.

This scene is a little weird, four identical Nanshan old demons, holding four identical rusty hoes, bang, one hoe smashed a worm to death, but it didn't touch the shady curtain for half a minute.

"Nanshan Old Devil, you should also die, killing my heart eater is like killing my clone. The crimson flesh began to twist, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant dozens of meters high, and the crimson palm drew a strange symbol on the black screen, and then slapped heavily on the symbol.

With a bang, the black curtain dissipated, the sound of reading disappeared, and the broken scroll flew away and returned to Mr. Dongguo's hands.

However, the dozens of Hearteaters released by the Devouring Demon Lord had also been killed by the Nanshan Ancestor, and at the moment when the black curtain was shattered, four hoes smashed on the crimson flesh.

In front of the giant meat ball dozens of meters high, Nanshan Old Ancestor's thin body was a little small, but when the hoe fell on the meat ball, it seemed that a terrible whirlpool appeared, sucking away all the flesh and blood.

On the body of the Devouring Demon King, terrifying holes appeared, and the flesh and blood disappeared inexplicably. What's even more terrifying is that Nanshan Ancestor has four doppelgangers, and the speed is extremely fast, this hoe, that hoe, just a few breaths, left hundreds of blood holes of the same size on his body.

"Damn, you all deserve to die, if you don't force the deity to use the magic weapon, my blood-devouring beads are still in the recovery period. The Devouring Demon Lord actually had a distressed look on his face, and then opened his mouth and spit out a red bead from his mouth, the surface of the blood rose, and there was a bug-like thing dormant in the middle.

Suddenly, it looked like the powerful Neidan of the demon clan, but as soon as it was spit out, the runes flickered, the red flames were monstrous, and the surrounding grass and trees for more than ten miles instantly died, and the stones shattered, presenting a general scene of death.

As soon as the blood-devouring bead came out, it smashed straight towards Mr. Dongguo, which showed how deep the hatred of the Devouring Demon Lord was towards him, and he didn't even care about the Nanshan Ancestor who was close to him.

Mr. Dong Guo once again offered the broken scroll, but the scroll was suppressed by the flames of the blood-devouring beads, and he retreated one after another, and soon retreated to his side, and the gray donkey showed a look of horror and screamed.

"Nanshan Daoyou save me, my mana has not yet recovered half of it, and I can't stop this demon. Mr. Dongguo asked for help again, and rode back on a donkey in great embarrassment.

"Alas, why bother, why bother, the murderous aura is so strong, it's not good to provoke the way of heaven. I just want to plant a few acres of land quietly, such a small wish, why is it so difficult? Tens of thousands of years, it still can't be realized, I have to force the old man to make a move. ”

Nanshan Ancestor said, stopped attacking, held a hoe in his left hand, raised his right hand in front of his chest, and shouted, "Come to the basket!"

A small dung basket made of wicker suddenly appeared in the hands of Nanshan Ancestor, simple and dull, and when he threw it lightly, it appeared next to the blood devouring bead, ignoring the flames, and instantly packed it in the dung basket.

The blood-devouring beads struggled, and the dung basket shook violently, but it was still steady, and for a while, it couldn't break free.

"My blood-devouring bead, it's still in the recovery period, Nanshan Old Devil, you dare to defile it with a dung basket, the deity and you are incompatible. When I kill millions more people in the blood sacrifice, I will definitely be able to restore it, and then I will kill you and so on. ”

After speaking, the huge lump of flesh suddenly shrank to the size of a worm, and slammed straight into the dung basket. With a bang, the dung basket shook, and the flesh ball flew out at the same time with the blood-devouring beads, getting rid of the suction of the dung basket.

"It stinks. The flesh ball hugged the blood devouring beads, shook its body violently, and piles of black sticky objects flew out from it, I don't know how many years of feces had been stored, and the stench was overwhelming.

The dung basket flashed, and the sticky black object was caught again, and the stench disappeared instantly.

"The old man's dung basket is also in the recovery period, and he hasn't picked up dung for tens of thousands of years, so he can't waste it. Nanshan Ancestor said, and the four doppelgangers merged into one again.

When Mr. Dongguo saw that he had accepted his doppelganger, he immediately became anxious: "Fellow Daoist, how can you let him go? If there is another city slaughter incident, we demons will really not be able to escape the punishment of the Heavenly Dao, and I don't want to be sealed for tens of thousands of years." ”

"Heavenly Dao, I may have seen all this a long time ago. Nanshan Old Ancestor suddenly smiled mysteriously, and made a gesture to Mr. Dongguo to calm down.

"......" Mr. Dongguo was stunned, and was slightly stunned before he suddenly understood what he meant.

It turns out that after fighting for so long, it was actually done for the Heavenly Dao to see? Could it be that the Nanshan Ancestor could already perceive the traces of the Heavenly Dao?

Li Qingyun's divine thoughts shrouded a radius of five hundred miles, and naturally seeing this kind of demonic flames, except for the last sentence of Nanshan Ancestor, he didn't hear clearly, other fights and conversations could be heard clearly.

Li Qingyun felt that Nanshan Old Ancestor's words seemed to be silenced by some mysterious force, and he only saw his mouth move a few times, but he didn't know what he said.

But I don't have time to think about it, since I know that this crimson meat group did the evil and slaughtered the city, then I can't be polite. Even if there is no punishment for touching the rules of the Heavenly Dao, Li Qingyun, a monk of the earth and the head of the Shushan faction, will not let go of this kind of demon who slaughters the city at every turn.

Click!

The thunderbolt as thick as a bucket, like a mad dragon, suddenly fell from the sky, and was slamming into the body of the Devouring Demon Lord who wanted to escape, and the Blood Devouring Bead that had not yet had time to be collected in his body.

only heard the miserable howl of the Devouring Demon Lord, scorched black by the thunderbolt, and what made him even more painful was that the blood-devouring bead was hit by lightning, and the blood qi around the bead was instantly evaporated, and the winged insect in the center of the bead shrunk into a ball, trembling, and its figure was even darker.

"Damn Heavenly Dao, damn Heavenly Thunder, I hate this breath...... Hey, no, this thunder and lightning seems to be very weak, and there is not much breath of heavenly punishment?" the Devouring Demon Lord shouted, and instantly escaped for dozens of miles, rushing into the deep mountains, and then he felt that the power of the thunder and lightning was wrong.

However, the thunderbolt did not stop, and kept chasing the Devouring Demon Lord to bombard, no matter how fast his escape was, the thunderbolt could keep up in time.

Nanshan Ancestor also frowned and pondered, and said to Mr. Dongguo with his divine thoughts: "Even if he is a new Heavenly Dao, his strength shouldn't be so weak, could it be that he doesn't understand the use of Heavenly Dao rules?

Mr. Dongguo's eyes flashed with excitement, and he also said with divine thoughts: "What does Nanshan Daoist mean is that the power of this new Heavenly Dao is extremely weak, and the inheritance is incomplete?

"Hehe, you think too much, we are weaker, unless we ......" Nanshan Ancestor's smile was a little playful, staring at the lightning dozens of miles away, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.