He came out of the mountain for the rise of the Taihua Sect this time, it can be said that Mu Zhi'er inspired his dead heart to come alive again, and in addition, the burden that his master who ascended to the upper realm to become an immortal put on his shoulders must also be picked up.

Taihua Sect's twilight is gloomy, and the state of the rivers is declining, he doesn't want Taihua Sect's 10,000-year foundation to be ruined in one fell swoop.

Who knew that the appearance of the Beast King Hall in his field of vision made his nerves extremely sensitive, and he touched the trail of clues, and it was as he thought.

From going out of the mountain for the rise of the Taihua Sect to running around without regrets for the great cause of the human race, he is still him, a young man as always, but he is already an old boy of more than nine thousand years old!

On the other hand, he really wanted to personally slash the Purple Gold Dragon King and use his blood to sacrifice his deceased Xi'er, the Purple Gold Dragon King was not only the great enemy of the human race, but also his personal enemy of Jiang Han.

His pace was not very fast, because he was thinking about things in his heart, and before he knew it, the sky was completely black, and a round of bright waning moon also rose into the high sky.

He was on his way to the entrance to Longkong Mountain, in an extremely hidden place in the desert of the Dragon Domain, stepping on the soft yellow sand, except for the sound of the whining wind blowing through the yellow sand, it was the sound of his footsteps deep and shallow.

Of course, the sand sounds of scorpions and the like hidden under the yellow sand, he directly ignored.

According to the current speed of travel, it will take about an hour or so to reach the entrance, but Jiang Han is not in a hurry, this peaceful environment of the Dragon Domain Sea Desert, he likes this atmosphere very much.

Half an hour later, he suddenly paused, his ears trembled slightly, his brows raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth appeared in an arc.

Immediately he looked into the distance, and under the night sky, his eyes were like eight red lanterns coming from far and near.

Jiang Han's eyes sparkled with essence, and he could clearly see that it was a four-headed flying demon dragon with a body size comparable to a small mountain bag, carrying a luxurious sedan chair, on which sat an evil young man dressed in blood-colored red and wearing a blood-tattooed crown.

The evil spirit of this evil young man is not even half the slightest bit worse than that of the Netherworld Evil Monarch, but the shelf is very large, allowing the four huge flying demon dragons to be the sedan chair driver.

"The red coat of one of the seven sons of the Demon God?"

Jiang Han recognized this person at a glance, he was one of the seven sons under the knee of the demon god, the murderous reputation of their seven brothers was very big in the cultivation world, and many of the children of the immortal sect who went out to practice were buried in their hands, Jiang Han was almost a jack of all trades, and he couldn't hide his eyes.

The red, blue, white, green, yellow, purple, and black clothes are the names of the seven sons of the demon god.

Taixuzi once told Jiang Han in the Taihua Hall that now this world is surging, and the demon god and the demon god are united, and now Jiang Han is not surprised to meet this red cloth in this dragon domain sea desert.

Rumble!

In an instant, the four flying demon dragons carried the luxurious sedan chair to the sky above Jiang Han, and the red-clothed face sitting on the sedan chair showed a bloodthirsty smile, and the evil eyes stared coldly at Jiang Han.

"It seems that he is another cannon fodder who has come to fight the autumn wind. ”

Hongyi laughed very disdainfully in an extremely cold tone on the sedan chair, "What's wrong with the Immortal Dao Nine Streams?

Jiang Han stood in place with his hands in his hands, raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't speak, he was thinking about what the red clothes meant by this.

What is the autumn wind, probing the bottom carefully, Jiang Han really doesn't understand, could it be that the alliance of the two clans of demons has built a camp in this dragon domain and sea desert?

"When you see the young master in red, you still don't kneel?"

The flying demon dragon carrying the sedan chair spat out words, the sound was like a lion's roar, and as soon as the words fell, he opened his mouth and spit out, and a huge fireball smashed down towards Jiang Han like a meteorite.

"Kneel, just by your weird shapes?"

The corners of Jiang Han's mouth rose slightly, and in the face of the fireball falling from the sky, he snapped his fingers, and an invisible airflow bounced out of his fingertips, and he bounced back the fireball that fell and smashed it.

Rumble!

The speed of the fireball's rebound was so fast that in a breath, like a big slam dunk, it directly poured into the head of the flying demon dragon that spit out the fireball.

Suddenly, the flying demon dragon let out a wail, and the entire dragon head was smashed by the fireball it spit out, and fell from the sky on the spot, the sedan chair lost its stability, and the red clothes on the sedan chair looked angry.

"Look for death. ”

He let out a cold snort, slapped the big sedan chair with his hand, and his whole body soared from the sedan chair, but Jiang Han, who was standing in place just now, disappeared from his sight.

"Where?"

Hongyi's heart shook, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Han disappeared from his sight, as if he had never appeared.

"Young Master in Red, be careful. ”

The three flying dragons continued to carry the palanquin, and one of them let out a screeching sound.

Rumble!

A terrifying force on the top of the red clothes pressed down like a mountain of seas, and the red clothes who were high in the air suddenly felt that the sky was falling, and they wanted to escape but didn't know where to flee.

"The son of the demon god also dares to be presumptuous in front of your Han Ye, even if your Lao Tzu Demon God is here in person, Han Ye and I can suppress him in a hurry. ”

Jiang Han's voice resounded like thunder, exploding in Hongyi's ears like thunder, and a monstrous hand slammed down on the top of Hongyi's head.

"Oh no......"

Red-clothed screamed in horror as he felt like he was pinned to the air, and he didn't have the strength to move, so he could only watch the boy above his head and slap it down with a big bang.

He never thought that there would be any young powerhouses among the human race, Jiang Han appeared not far from the entrance of Longkong Mountain, and touched the altar built here by the demon and demon clans, so he rushed over.

He originally thought that a young boy like Jiang Han, who was a cannon fodder disciple of a certain sect in the Nine Sects of the Immortal Dao, had come here to inquire about the construction of the altar by their demon clans.

Who knew that Jiang Han was not the cannon fodder he imagined, let alone the person who came to inquire about their news, Jiang Han was also crooked.

Rumble!

The voice of the red clothes was drowned in a ray of light, this light was particularly brilliant in the dark night, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, and when the light disappeared, the red clothes disappeared with it.

Only Jiang Han stood proudly in the air, and the red clothes had been suppressed by him and thrown into the Dao weapon of the Blood Sea Purgatory.

The three-headed flying demon dragon was stunned, flapping the two blood wings in the air, and looked at Jiang Han blankly.

"The young master in red, he ......"

One of the Flying Dragons came back to its senses and made an incredible sound.

"The young master in red is dead, go back to the altar and inform ......"