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The man in blood dragged the blood sword, and walked towards Zhao Xiaochen step by step, the blood sword slashed the blood water, with a faint ripple, as the blood man approached, the smell of blood became strong, and there was silence all around, only the footsteps of the man in blood and water.

"Elder Jun, he ......"

Zhao Xiaochen looked at this evil man tightly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a chill was felt in his heart.

"Xiao Chen, it's okay, my own people. Jun Lao looked calm.

"Your own people?"

The man in blood stopped a meter away from Zhao Xiaochen, revealing a gentle smile, but it was so cold in Zhao Xiaochen's eyes.

The man in blood stretched out his finger, and pointed his index finger at Zhao Xiaochen, only to see a small drop of blood rising on the calm blood lake, and the small blood bead floated on the fingertips of the man in blood.

Zhao Xiaochen was stunned in his heart, and wanted to dodge but found that he couldn't move, as if something was pressing him in place, and he could only watch as the small blood beads submerged into his eyebrows.

Yes!

Zhao Xiaochen held his head in his hands, the scene in front of him changed greatly, the old man and the man in blood clothes were gone, the blood lake that was as calm as a mirror roared again, the blood water was rolling, and there were monstrous waves, he was like a sail in the lake and a small boat, which would be overturned by a huge wave at any time.

"Elder Jun! Elder Jun......"

Zhao Xiaochen screamed in panic, a huge wave knocked him to the ground, and he held his breath to prevent blood from pouring into his mouth.

"Look at the sky!"

The indifferent voice of the man in blood came from the blood lake, Zhao Xiaochen searched around, except for the roaring waves of blood and water, there was no one left, and Zhao Xiaochen didn't think much about it, and he didn't have time to think about it.

Looking up at the sky, the sky changed gray and turned into a bloody color at some point, this is not the point, the point is that above Zhao Xiaochen's head, several blood-colored big characters suddenly appeared - Ten Thousand Demons Refining Body Devouring Skill.

Under the big blood-colored letters, there are rows of small characters.

Devour the essence and blood of heaven and earth and temper the body of ten thousand demons.

Kill all the people in the world and achieve the demons of demons.

.................. ，..................。

"Exercises, refining into life, or death. ”

After the blood-clothed man's concise words sounded again, he sank.

"This, this is the Demon Dao Exercise. ”

Zhao Xiaochen's face became extremely ugly, and he was both embarrassed and helpless in his heart, demon cultivators, evil cultivators in the Wuji Continent, they were a group of monks who killed and killed without a way, killing people to refine blood, refining people into pills, extremely cruel, and even slaughtering a city for their own selfish desires abounded.

Therefore, they are also street rats, and once their identities are revealed, they will be hunted down by endless cultivators. Their heads are worth a thousand gold, and they are the primary target of the majority of sect disciples, and the sect disciples can get Peter's cultivation resources when they return to their respective sects with their heads.

Some casual cultivators who are not disciples of the sect can also take their heads to the bounty lists of the major cities and receive rich bounties.

Zhao Xiaochen knew that once his cultivation of the Demon Dao Technique was exposed, the consequences could be imagined, and the entire Wuji Continent would have no place for him, and he could only wander all his life, flee to all directions, and finally become the soul of the righteous path disciple.

There was a tangle in his heart, and his face changed in a thousand ways, did he really want to change his demon path? As soon as he got the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique, which was much higher than the Yellow Rank, he was about to give up...... , After cultivating the Demon Dao, Xuantian Sect can't go back, I'm really unwilling! However, if I don't cultivate......

Thinking about it, Zhao Xiaochen was furious in his heart, blushed, smashed his fist into the blood water, splashed scattered blood splashes, and said angrily: "Made, it's all that slut, isn't it the Demon Dao, just cultivate, it's better to die early than to die late." ”