"Old Book, it's up to you to find someone! Distinguishing the breath, you are much better than me!" Du Xuan didn't waste time, once again harnessed the Red Bee Thunder Sound Sword, and rushed into the vast black wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Any clues?"

"Nope!"

Du Xuan tirelessly took the trouble to patrol and collect mountain peaks, and there were no results in the third stroke. At this time, the Refining Heavenly Fire erupted more and more frequently, and its power was greatly enhanced, and it was really like a meteor shower, crackling and falling continuously. During Du Xuan's flight, it was like shuttling in a rain of bullets, thrilling.

However, since then, it has made him more accustomed to the sound of sword qi and thunder, and he has become more and more accustomed to it.

Seeing that the refining heavenly fire was getting denser and denser, in a moment, he had already suffered several moves, and Du Xuan was not reckless, that is, the time fell towards the mountain, and he was ready to find another cave to avoid it.

He had just approached several connected caves, and he hadn't had time to discern which one was more tortuous and deeper, and more suitable for hiding. Suddenly, in the second cave on the left, a thick pillar-like black gas erupted at great speed. Rushing to Du Xuan's approach, the top suddenly burst open, branching into four ways, like a huge beast claw, grabbing it head.

Du Xuan was about to urge the sword light to slash away, but suddenly, with a roar, a large heavenly fireball fell, the heat wave was wanton, and the void seemed to be melted, with twisted ripples.

When it was, Du Xuan guarded himself and did not resist, and let the big hand grab him into the cave.

He was able to enter the hole, and this heavenly fireball fell, and the forbidden blood light broke with a single blow, smashing on the mountain peak. There was no earth-shattering explosion, as if the sun was melting snow, and it fell silently, I don't know how deep.

In the mountains of this great world of the underworld, most of the dense and countless caves come from here, and the rest are man-made!

"I'm so lucky, as soon as I woke up, food was delivered to my door!"

Along with the sound, Du Xuan saw a monster, a demon!

It has three heads, a bull's head, a horse face, a one-horned one-eyed ghost king, eighteen arms, branches and forks, covering the upper body, and the lower body has four legs, front and back, left and right, and the stool generally supports its body. In one hand, he holds a long flag, with a spear as a rod and a bad breath as a face, like a weapon and a magic weapon.

Last night, Du Xuan absorbed a lot of memories and learned a lot of common sense about the scattered cultivation of the underworld, and knew that the person in front of him was the most slinged class in the scattered cultivation, with no inheritance, no adventures, and completely relied on killing to obtain the other party's cultivation method. In this way, the methods obtained are often incomplete, so they have to combine many methods to realize themselves.

Nine out of ten of these people are practicing a four-like, and their combat power is high and low, but they are trapped in a realm for life and cannot be detached. Only a very few geniuses can be inclusive of hundreds of schools, unique, and walk out of a path to becoming immortals.

The one in front of him has obviously cultivated both the "Ghost Eating Dafa" of the Ghost King Dao, the "Supreme Town Prison Dao" of Niu Tou Dao and the "Thousands of Cripples and Cruelty Dafa" of Ma Mian Yimai. There may be some other loose cultivation exercises, because the ghost qi on his body is impure and mixed with demonic energy, and the magic weapon in his hand is also mixed with demons.

"It's quite resistant! I like this kind of food, it's strong enough! I'll give you some condiment!"

This monster tried to break through the barrier of the Red Bee Thunder Sword all the way to the grab, but it never succeeded. When it got close, the monster was not surprised, but the horse's mouth opened, and with a shout, he shook the flag in his hand.

When it was, a thousand wept and howled, as if the endless ghosts had undergone inhumane torture, and the sound seemed to put people in hell.

Accompanied by the sound, a picture of hell appeared on the black and faint banner. As soon as this picture appeared, it seemed to come to life, flashing in the light, and shrouded towards Du Xuan.

As the name suggests, Pounding Hell is mainly to torture the ghosts by vigorously hammering and mashing them into a pulp-like way of death. However, the same category is not the same, and it is divided into countless species. There are falling rocks, there are big grinding, there are huge anvil presses, and there are mortars to pound,...... Thousands, no duplicates.

Before the light and shadow of hell were really covered, Du Xuanman's mind was filled with the tragic situation of all kinds of imps being hammered to death, and with the voice, although he hadn't yet borne it, he unconsciously felt similar pain.

Where did Du Xuan dare to delay, when it was, the Red Bee Thunder Sound Sword Divine Power was activated, and the Red Lightning Divine Mang turned into a thin needle, and the light and rain erupted like thin water, instantly penetrating the black qi big hand and piercing into the hell light and shadow. The light and shadow seemed to have a spirit, and with a wail, it returned to the flag.

At the same time, the sword light of the Red Bee Thunder Sword skyrocketed, and he also cut off his big hand and got out.

"I want to run!"

The evil ghost bull's mouth opened, and with a loud shout, strips of black gas shot out from the flags, turning into dozens of chains, runes everywhere, and flames were everywhere, blocking Du Xuan's upper and lower directions.

If the opponent is a god true monarch, it will be fine, he has important things to do, and it is inconvenient to delay, so he may retreat and find a future account in the future. But there is just an ordinary Jindan evil ghost in front of him, how can Du Xuan spare it?

"Boom—"

The sword qi thundered in full swing, destroying the ancient era, cutting off a few chains in front of him, and rushing straight into the demon's body, instantly piercing it.

"Wave Hammer!"

Immediately after, a black sledgehammer, with sharp edges, smashed on the demon's head, and at that time, the bull's head on its side was shattered, and the countless soul chains spontaneously disintegrated, turning into a flood of fire and light. However, his central horse's head let out a moan, which seemed to be painful and refreshing, which made Du Xuan feel a chill, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"What kind of pervert is this?"

The wave hammer slammed down, and the Red Bee Thunder Sword shuttled like lightning, and in an instant, the evil ghost was dismembered and crushed, leaving only a one-horned one-eyed ghost head still intact.

It's not that Du Xuanli is invincible, but that he wants to ask a little bit about the situation of Yan Moshan from his mouth.

Du Xuan appeared, grabbed his right hand in the air, and the one-horned one-eyed ghost head was in his hand. Before he could start the torture, the evil ghost took the initiative to squeeze out a smile and beg for mercy, "The great immortal spares his life, and the little one is willing to surrender!"

"Just like you, if you want to surrender, I don't want to ask for it!" Du Xuan snorted coldly and replied, "However, if you can show a certain value, I don't mind raising one more person to eat for nothing!"

The evil ghost is obviously also a cunning person, and he understood it as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said, "If there is any need for the Great Immortal, just ask, the little one has lived here for nearly a hundred years, and he knows a lot of things!"

"Very clever, let me ask you, do you have any information about the cunning demons here?" Du Xuan asked.

"Cunning, no, if there is, the entire Yanmo Mountain will be a sensation, this kind of enemy of the underworld, the bounty is very high!" The evil ghost did not hesitate for a moment, and shook his head at that time.

"Have you ever seen a water god come and go here? Du Xuan asked again, and while speaking, he also punched the image of the river god into the head of the evil ghost.

"I haven't seen it, I've been asleep for the past few days, ignoring the situation outside!" the demon's voice was much lower.

"You don't know, you haven't seen it, it's the same as waste, what's the use, let's die!" Du Xuan's voice instantly turned stronger, and his hand suddenly strengthened.

"I'm useful, I'm useful!" the evil ghost felt the strength, knowing that Du Xuan was not joking, and hurriedly said.