Phew!

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In the end, there were less than 400 monks who could rush out alive, and most of them died under the siege of the demon cultivators of the Bull Demon Clan.

Xiao Yihan gasped, blood soaking his white robe.

He swallowed a few pills and sat cross-legged on the flying boat to breathe and recover the lost mana.

In this perilous foreign land, you need to maintain the peak combat power at all times in order to deal with unknown dangers.

The golden light rushed away, and the speed of the flying boat was very fast, and it could travel five or six thousand miles a day, and in the blink of an eye, it threw off the pursuers in the rear.

After recuperating for nearly half an hour, Xiao Yihan slowly opened his eyes and took out a sound transmission stone from the storage bag.

A wave of divine consciousness fluctuated on this sound transmission stone, Xiao Yihan's lips twitched a few times, and he asked about the whereabouts of Gongsun Ce, Pig Pig, Big Dog, Fang Zhuo and others.

Phew!

From the southeast, a black torrent appeared, and it was rapidly heading towards the flying boat.

In that black torrent, a terrifying demonic aura permeated the air, surging like the sea, and incomparably majestic.

Xiao Yihan frowned, raised his left hand, pinched his hand, and the texture under the imprint of the flying boat suddenly emitted a brilliant light, boom, accompanied by golden thunder, the speed of this flying boat suddenly increased by three times.

In a few grooves, Xiao Yihan inlaid several immortal stones, and a group of deceptive array patterns were derived, which suddenly became blurred in the void, and the aura gradually disappeared.

The golden flying boat and the black torrent gradually pulled away, and when Xiao Yihan glanced at it again, the existence that exuded a monstrous demonic aura had been thrown away without a trace.

Xiao Yihan spread out a map and carefully identified the direction, at this speed, it would be more than a day away from the place where the Bull Demon Clan's ancestral weapon ceremony was revived.

This map, which was calculated by several prophets of the Beidou family, depicts that on a whole sheet of vellum paper, only some mountains, terrain, lakes, etc., are marked, and there is little information about exotic towns and population distribution.

And Xiao Yihan and the others, in this operation, not only had the task of destroying the other party's ceremony, but also had an additional task, that is, to depict all the things they saw, heard, and thought along the way in the map and jade slips.

Gray-brown earth, dim sky. This place is full of rich demonic energy, this is the world of absolute immortals, absolute demons, absolute Buddhas and other ways.

Xiao Yihan raised his left hand and patted it gently, and the golden flying boat landed and sailed into a mountain range.

Xiao Yihan took out a brush, carefully marked it on the map, looked up at the sky, and inquired about his location according to the constellations.

Although there is a big difference between the exotic constellation and the constellation of the Beihai Sea, Xiao Yihan has been practicing in Kaiyang Palace for nearly two years after all.

Although he does not talk about the profound core of astrology, he is familiar with astronomy and geography, but he also has some accomplishments.

On the ground, Xiao Yihan's eyes suddenly widened, and he hurriedly flipped to the side, and with a bang, a huge pit suddenly appeared in the same place where he was before.

Rolling black demonic energy overflowed from the deep pit, and in the far sky, a black torrent was rushing towards here.

According to the breath identification, it was the demon cultivator Xiao Yihan met in the void on the golden flying boat just now.

"You are very capable of running, if it weren't for the aura on your group of immortal cultivators, which is incompatible with the rules of our world, this trip will be in vain." The black torrent dispersed, and a demon cultivator about eight feet tall, with red eyes and huge horns on his head, appeared in front of Xiao Yihan's eyes.

Xiao Yi glanced at it coldly, put away the flying boat with four or five broken sails, and put a set of demon god armor on his body.

The Bull Demon Clan Demon Cultivator sighed lightly and said, "Your armor is good, and in my treasure house, it can be regarded as the top twenty." ”

Xiao Yihan thought about it in his mind, he remembered that when he came, a prophet warned them, saying that the younger generation of the Bull Demon Clan was full of pride, among which the three little saints of the Bull Demon Clan were the most, and they were the son of the current Bull Demon Clan's ruler ——— the Bull Demon King.

It is reported that the Bull Demon King has the mana of a saint, and as early as thousands of years ago, he achieved the holy position, and the Tao seems to be even higher than the first saint in Beihai.

"Ferris, Dominion, Heavenbreaker, which of the three are you?" Xiao Yihan asked.

The young man of the Bull Demon Clan, dressed in black armor, covered his torso and half of his thigh.

The exposed dark arms are densely covered with dragon-like lines, and the muscles are high and bulging, full of strength and explosiveness.

"I am the little saint of the sky, the second son of my father!" The young man of the Bull Demon Clan said coldly and arrogantly.

"The prophet of my clan, said that the third son of the Bull Demon King, and called the three little saints, is the representative of the peak combat power of the younger generation of his clan, but when I see it today, it is like an ordinary dark calf, there is no difference, and he is vulgar and barbaric." Xiao Yihan said.

"How can an animal of a ploughing ox be compared with my people? In only half a lifetime, my father swept through the entire foreign land, wiped out more than 8,000 races, and was the best in the world in terms of civil and martial arts...... And you human race, I also know a little from an ancient book, in the primeval times, the blood food of all races was worse than that of slaves, and they were kept in cages like animals. The Deceptive Little Sage sneered.

Xiao Yihan laughed loudly and said: "Species competition, survival of the fittest, now, the human race is a primate race, the world is orthodox, I see that you have a strong body, eat it in your mouth, it should taste very good." ”

There was a trace of coldness in the eyes of the little saint of the sky, and a wave of dao patterns emerged from under his feet, silently imprinting in all directions, completing an absolute blockade.

"Demon Pattern?" Xiao Yihan's understatement broke the other party's mind.

"It's crude and unbearable, full of loopholes, and it's not even a small Chengdu." Xiao Yihan waved his sleeves, the texture was natural, and those demon patterns cracked one by one, as if with that wave, a group of broken patterns were derived.

With a single move, Xiao Yihan has a kind of Dao pattern ascending level momentum, which is far from being comparable to the Deceptive Little Saint.

Dao pattern is divided into three realms, ascending hall, master, and grandmaster.

It is rare to reach the ascending level, and many people have studied hard all their lives before reaching the ascending level, which is far from the master level.

And the master level, looking at the entire Eastern Wilderness, there are only a few people who are the guests of honor in the major holy places.

As for the grandmaster level, at least, Xiao Yihan has never heard of such a number one person in the past ten years of cultivating immortals.

Even if it is comparable to the existence of the Holy Land, there is only one master-level and more than ten Dao pattern masters at the level of the hall.

The Deceptive Little Sage looked calm, and he did not feel surprised because of the scheming and demon patterns that he laid out were destroyed by the other party.

Suddenly, a black demonic aura permeated, and it took out a thick stick from a beast bag on its waist, which was simple and unremarkable, not exquisite.

Mixed iron rods! The sacred weapon of the king of his clan!

The third son of the Bull Demon King, according to the real mixed iron rod, took twenty years, and countless divine irons were nearly turned into ashes, forging this rare demon soldier.

Although it is an imitation, it has part of the rules of the real mixed iron rod, and it is extremely strong, and the hole-level weapon cannot damage it in the slightest.

"I can smell it, your meat should be delicious." The Deceptive Little Sage licked his lips, and his red eyes exuded a demonic color.

Xiao Yihan's heart was filled with disgust, the other party was like a wild beast, and he remembered the scene before, when some Bull Demon Clan demon cultivators devoured their own immortal cultivators alive.

Rumble!

Xiao Yihan pulled out his sword, clenched his hands, and slashed forward, colliding with the thick iron rod.

Suddenly, the extremely strong anti-shock force flowed through Xiao Yihan's arms and flowed from all over his body.

The other party's brute force is amazing, and it is even equal to himself!

The Deceptive Little Saint was shocked, and the bull's eyes widened, with a hint of surprise.

The human race, the body is weak, the life span of mortals is not more than 100, and there are birth, old age, sickness and death.

It is rare for a person to be able to temper his body to the point of competing with himself!

"I see you, you can withstand a few pounds of my strength." The eyes of the Deceptive Little Saint were cold, his dark skin, his muscles were high and bulging, and his lines were dense like dragons, full of terrifying explosive power.

Bang!

A thick iron rod, carrying a mighty black torrent, penetrated the heavens and the earth, and directly cleaved down, cutting off a piece of the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

This is like a mountain of the sky collapsing down, rolling up the torrent and impacting Xiao Yihan.

Xiao Yihan's mouth bloomed with a ball of thunder, his hands were pinched, and the sword of the Fairy flew out, like a surging sword river, surging with countless blood-colored small swords, piercing towards the other party.

Ten thousand swords rang out in unison, clanging and ringing, becoming the most magnificent divine sound between heaven and earth.

The Decepticon Little Sage let out a low roar, and swung the imitation mixed iron rod, showing a circle, like a shield, shattering all the blood-colored small swords.

Xiao Yihan took a deep breath, and when he raised his left hand, he shouted: "Breathe the wind......"

Call~~~

Violent black hurricanes appeared, one after another, fourteen storms about seven or eight feet high, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and surrounded the Deceptive Little Sage.

"Summoning the rain!" Then, Xiao Yihan drank again, raised his right hand, as if he had caught a piece of the sky, shattered the sky, turned into the primordial, and caused the Nine Heavens Bright Milky Way to hang upside down.

The black and silver light was brilliant, turning into a cold black sun and a shining moon, and with a bang, it smashed into the Deceptive Little Sage.

Moo!

The Deceptive Little Sage stomped his feet, and a violent sound was heard, and the stratum cracked, taking on the shape of a spider's web, spreading, and the rocks slapped into the air, and the sky roared and landslided.

It wields a mixed iron rod and has an unrivalled strength in its flesh shell, turning hand-to-hand combat into an art.

I only heard a crisp sound of "pop", a black divine light, smashed forward, the black sun cracked, the bright moon shattered, and the brilliant brilliance flashed into the sky.

Roar!

An earth-shattering roar roared out, and the head of the Deceptive Little Saint buzzed.

Then, Xiao Yihan grabbed the twelve hurricane black dragons, and with a wave of his right hand, the ice peaks swept away.

Syllable!

The twelve Hurricane Black Dragons turned into a whip that ripped through the soft armor on the Decepticon Little's body, causing his chest to burst open and splatter clusters of blood.

A black demonic qi turned into a bull's head, and suddenly opened its mouth, engulfing all the ice peaks, and then, with the same momentum, it attacked the twelve hurricane black dragons.

Rumble......

The chaotic Dao is flying in all directions, the true qi and the demonic qi are intertwined, and the terrifying spread is like rippling waves.

The valley was flattened, the earth was torn apart, and the smell of heat gushed out from the surface.

The jet-black armor, the expressionless mask face, and the scarlet cloak, accompanied by the demon wind, hunted and blown.

In front of him, a huge bull monster about ten zhang high, with its head down, holding an imitation mixed iron rod, red and bloody, and magma spreading, became a landscape behind it.

The low voice kept spit out from the mouth of the little saint of the heavens, and then, it slowly stood up, held its head high, and looked at Xiao Yihan below coldly and arrogantly.

"Holy bloodline, you are an enemy?"

On the ground, a strange ball of blood flowed, and one of the fingers of the Little Sage of Self-Deception dripped down.

The blood clump was like agate jade, flashing with a brilliant luster, it was like a raindrop, it seemed to be slow, but it fell extremely fast.

A palpitating fluctuation spread from the blood mass.

Xiao Yihan's pupils shrank slightly, because the ancient books recorded it very clearly that a single hair of an ancient saint can kill a group of great powers, a drop of blood, comparable to a treasure medicine, with the effect of building muscles and living bones, and can be turned into a powerful killing weapon, destroying the creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles, and turning a thousand years of grass into a peerless domain!