"Heaven and earth are the only one, the Lord of slaughterers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the magic is monstrous, and I am invincible. ”

The four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion bit their index fingers at the same time, releasing their essence blood, burning their spiritual power, pinching the magic technique, and condensing a huge magic circle above their heads.

A monstrous demonic power surged out from the magic circle, and the blood mist covered the sky, almost enveloping the entire huge mountain cliff.

Falling rocks roll, mountain streams and waterfalls flow backwards.

There was a violent tremor, and the heavens and the earth seemed to change color.

A huge blood-colored palm slammed out of the circle, grabbing at Kong Yunfei like a dragon.

Carrying a monstrous blood mist, the speed is as fast as lightning.

Kong Yunfei retreated violently, however, he was still scratched by the demonic qi of the blood-colored demon hand, and he was fine.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged in time, so he was not hit by the magic hand, otherwise, it would not be as simple as scratching the corners of his clothes.

Swish!

A second giant blood-colored demon hand burst out.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

Finally, there were three huge blood-colored heads.

It has a single horn and is as sharp as a steel knife. The eyes are like brass bells, and black as the abyss. The fangs are protruding and sharp as a sword.

One is angry, one is resentful, and one is angry.

Three human heads, three different expressions, give people an eerie sense of evil.

Then, there was a huge body.

This huge ghost is simply the size of the terrifying giant god soldier at the beginning, and it exudes a strong evil and gloomy aura from top to bottom.

It turned out to be a ghost god comparable to a half-step Transformation Realm monk.

This is the 'Blood Rakshasa'.

From the underworld, the caretaker of the eighteen hells.

The Slaughtering Mansion is subordinate to the Black Prison Gate, so it naturally knows some ways to communicate with the underworld and summon ghosts, gods and demons.

'Blood Rakshasa' is only a second-level ghost god in the underworld, and it can be regarded as an inaccessible existence.

But its terrifying strength is not in doubt.

Although it is an ordinary 'Blood Rakshasa', its strength cultivation is comparable to that of a half-step Transformation Habitat powerhouse, and it is still intimidating.

In the distance, Kong Yunfei's brows were locked to the extreme.

In the rear, Wu Yu and the other three Yuanqi Sect disciples were also nervously watching.

"Senior Brother Kong, do you want me to help. It's still a bit difficult for you to deal with the four of them alone. The strength of that 'Blood Rakshasa' is not weak, comparable to the strength of the half-step transformation habitat. Wu Yu was worried.

"No, since I said that one person would fight the four of them alone, I will do what I say. You don't make a move, otherwise, I have no hope of breaking through. Kong Yunfei categorically refused, he has always been arrogant, and the things he decided naturally cannot be disobeyed.

"But..." Wu Yu said, but was stopped by Kong Yunfei.

"Don't say anything, leave everything to me."

When the words fell, he raised the 'Yuanyu Sword' in his hand and shouted: "Gather water into a river!" ”

Immediately, the blue light sword qi, like a river, poured down from the nine heavens.

The terrifying sword aura rushed towards the 'Blood Rakshasa', as if it was about to crush it into a pulp.

However, the physical power of the 'Blood Rakshasa' was extremely terrifying.

In the face of the sword qi like a river, it was not afraid, raised its hand to slap, and tore the sword qi apart.

At the same time, it opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of ghost mist, startling Kong Yunfei to retreat immediately.

The Blood Rakshasa quickly stepped forward, its huge body as large as a mountain, almost covering the entire heavenly dome, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the big hand fell, slapping at Kong Yunfei fiercely.

"Rivers and seas!"

The sound of the waves bursts, and the Yuanyu Sword conjures into thousands of sword shadows, and the sword shadows and water waves circulate, emitting bursts of waves.

From afar, it looks like an endless ocean.

The shadow of the sword rushed into the sky, killing the huge demon hand that was crushed down.

"Hey, hey! Kong Yunfei, you seem to have forgotten that there are still four of us! At this time, the four disciples of the Butcher Mansion rushed forward, sneering again and again, and at the same time waved the butcher knife in their hands, with a cold murderous aura.

"Senior Brother Kong!" Wu Yu exclaimed, and the other disciples of the Yuan Qi Sect were also shocked, and wanted to rescue, but Kong Yunfei's words sounded.

"No one should make a move!"

Wu Yu stopped, and watched Kong Yunfei alone holding the Yuanyu Sword, blocking the Blood Rakshasa alone, and then attacking the four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion.

Although he was defeated, he was not defeated.

It was not easy for a Qi Gathering Realm Fivefold Peak Cultivator to be able to do this.

"Humph! See how long you can last? A disciple of the Slaughtering Mansion snorted coldly, and the spiritual power of his whole body was urged to the extreme, and the speed of the Blood Rakshasa attack became faster and faster.

Its blood-colored palm flashed with dazzling blood, intertwined and condensed into a complex Dao pattern, full of a treacherous aura.

Everywhere you go, nothing can be stopped.

Kong Yunfei's 'rivers and ocean currents' were easily disintegrated.

Thousands of blue sword shadows silently disappeared under the impact of the blood-colored Dao lines.

Burst!

Finally, Kong Yunfei spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.

The Blood Rakshasa and the attack of the four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion made it difficult for him to support it.

"Senior brother!" Wu Yu screamed worriedly, and he couldn't stop Kong Yunfei anymore, and rushed forward with his sword.

At this moment, the Buddha's light brightened.

A grand Buddha chant came from afar, like thunder empowerment, deafening: "My Buddha is compassionate!" ”

A figure stepped on a purple gold rosary, his whole body shining with brilliant golden light, and the characters of Taoist scriptures circulated around his body, full of a majestic and righteous Buddhist atmosphere.

Don't get angry.

There is a phalange suspended above his head, and behind him a huge Buddha phantom stands like a mountain, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but it exudes a terrifying Buddhist aura.

The terrifying aura of Buddhism made the blood rakshasa tremble.

However, the powerful finger bone relics of the Buddha family were not enough, and they could only shock the Blood Rakshasa for a moment, and the latter immediately woke up.

Abandoned Kong Yunfei, completely uncontrolled by the four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion, and rushed to kill Ji Yan.

"The Dharma is boundless, and the ghosts and gods retreat!" As soon as he saw the blood rakshasa coming to kill, he was not afraid of anger and stopped drinking.

The golden light of the Buddha bone relics on the top of the head is even worse, condensing into a huge golden bell, enveloping the jealousy and hatred in it.

The Demon Hand of the Blood Rakshasa slapped against the Admiralty, and it couldn't break through the sturdy defense.

On the contrary, the moment its palm slapped the golden bell, it was burned by the strong aura of Buddhism, and bursts of green smoke came out of its palm.

The screams shook the heavens and the earth.

The Blood Rakshasa retreated violently, looking at the huge Buddha phantom behind Ji Yan, with a slight fear in his eyes.

"Where you came from, where you are going." Don't be angry and said indifferently.

However, the sound is grand, full of indescribable majesty.

That majesty contained the aura of the great power of Buddhism, which immediately made the blood rakshasa tremble again.

Finally, the Blood Rakshasa did not dare to stay, and the blood-colored magic array runes under its feet shone brightly, and its huge body slowly sank and disappeared as if it had been submerged in a swamp.

"Why? How so? The four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion were furious and shouted unwillingly.

They could never have imagined that the Blood Rakshasa would not listen to their control at all, retreat on its own, and never appear again.

"Shouldn't you be mindful of your own situation now?" A cold voice came out.

I don't know when, a ghostly figure appeared behind the four disciples of the Slaughtering Mansion.

The man was emaciated and had a delicate face, a boy of about fifteen years of age.

His whole body flashed with thunder, as powerful as the god of thunder, filled with a terrifying thunderous aura.

It's none other than Mo Tianshao.