Wen Chong and the blood-colored bat are still on par, and the fight is inextricable, but the holding of the two of them collapsed in an instant due to the arrival of Cang Ao.

"The blood demon was leveled by you?" Wen Chong looked at Cang Ao questioningly, with a puzzled expression.

"Hehe, I threw him away, and he won't be able to come over for a while. Cang Ao laughed.

The blood-colored bat's fangs hissed, and he was already rushing towards the two of them with Yaksha in his hand, and suddenly, a powerful energy fluctuation came, pressing the bat, making him unable to move.

The blood-colored bat seemed to be afraid of the force, its body trembled, and after struggling for a while, it had turned its head and flew away.

A figure appeared in front of the two of them in an instant, with a cold but soft face, a peaceful breath but a strong convincing force, not the Demon Venerable, who is it.

"The path of purgatory, the two of them have passed, I will open the road to purgatory for the two of you, purgatory is divided into six domains, each region has different dangers, good luck to both of you. After the Demon Venerable finished speaking, the figure had disappeared, and the blood lake below made a rumbling sound, and pieces of blood-red stones emerged from the bottom of the lake one by one, and a road to the other side had appeared.

The two looked at each other, heading towards an unknown danger on either side.

Jiuli Village, a beautiful bamboo courtyard.

"Sister Yue, the festival is about to start, Uncle Wang, let's go over and have a look. Xiaolong said.

"Xiaolong, you said, Wen Chong will go there? I haven't seen him for two days. Red Moon said.

"This, I don't know, Uncle Wang is attending the festival in the center of the town, let's go and ask. "Xiaolong said.

"It's fine. "Red Moon Road.

"Okay, let's go check it out. Huzi said excitedly.

"You like to join in the fun. , call the autumn girl too. Red Moon snorted.

There was a lively atmosphere everywhere, people everywhere, the square in the center of the town, and people from several other villages also came to Jiuli to participate in this once-in-a-century festival.

"Welcome to all the fathers and villagers, and welcome the people who come to us from Middle Earth, I am the patriarch of Jiuli, Wang Chang, on behalf of the ancestors and ancestors to hold today's Jiuli Centennial Festival, please, our Jiuli statue. ”

"Ah, Uncle Wang is the patriarch of Jiuli?" ......Xiaolong seems to know something, usually Wang Chang is always so simple, there is no trace of the patriarch's style at all, so they never knew that this simple and unpretentious middle-aged man was the patriarch of Jiuli.

"You mean to say that Wen Chong has already gone to purgatory alone?" Hongyue also reflected.

"It's very possible, when the ceremony is over, let's ask Uncle Wang. Xiaolong said.

In the center of the square, the Dali floor of the pavilion slowly recessed, and a huge black stone statue slowly emerged from the ground, the delicate face was depicted vividly, just like a living person, the indifferent eyes, but with the confidence of the world, that is a kind of king's wind.

A big black knife was in his hand, and a sinister aura came out inexplicably, although it was just a simple stone statue, it was still domineering, making people feel an indescribable sense of pressure.

Everyone knelt down one after another, prostrate on the ground, as if they were muttering something, only Huzi, looking at the stone statue with stunned eyes, all out of his mind.

"Huzi, salute. Xiaolong gently pulled the corner of Huzi's pants with his hand next to him, and several people followed everyone to salute, but Huzi stood proudly alone, his eyes on the stone statue and never left for a moment.

"Tiger break, he is holding tiger break, he ........" Huzi said stupidly. The towering black bronze statue has been completely displayed in front of everyone, the burly physique, the cold face, and the proud eyes, all of which are enough to prove that this person was definitely an earth-shattering figure in his life.

The tiger in Huzi's hand was constantly vibrating, as if he had found his soul, and he was excited, and bursts of energy fluctuations entered Huzi's hand, as if he was telling something.

A strange memory emerged from Huzi's spiritual consciousness, it was a figure, a powerful black knife, countless people on the opposite side surrounded him, he looked at each other coldly, despised everything, crazy battle intent, merged with the surging demonic energy, that kind of powerful and terrifying feeling, from the heart of the deep come.

He is the god of war, an absolute god of war, no matter how many troops and horses there are, it is not enough to resist him with a knife, flying sand and stones, and wandering in the wind, a god of war who is unscrupulous.

The villagers of Jiuli kept kneeling and shouting: "mighty", and everyone's admiring eyes turned to the tall stone statue.

"Huzi, Huzi, what's wrong with you. Hongyue said anxiously on the side.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Xiaolong pushed Huzi hard, Huzi staggered to the ground, and then came back to his senses, a strange energy covered the statue, and a majestic light shrouded little by little.

"The knife in his hand. Huzi said tremblingly.

The tiger broke the vibration more strongly at this moment, and flew out of the tiger's hand, the linen wrapped in the tiger broke off and fell to the ground, and the tiger broke and flew towards the huge stone statue.

A powerful aura of Tiger Break transformed one after another, falling straight from the sky, and tightly inserted into the ground in front of the huge stone statue.

A pitch-black aura came out from the tiger and surrounded the stone statue, which made people look strange.

I don't know who shouted, "It's the ghost knife, the ghost knife, it's the ghost knife." It caused an uproar in the audience, and everyone's eyes fell on the tiger break.

"It's the ghost knife, the patriarch, it's the ghost knife of the great god Chiyou, the patriarch take it and take a look. Another voice from the crowd rang out.

"God bless us Jiuli, the ghost knife returns, and one day the great god Chiyou will definitely come back. Another said.

The people of Jiuli villagers were excited, and they opened the pot with joy, and every word was spoken, which made the originally quiet festival instantly turn into a noisy scene.

"What the hell is the ghost, that's my tiger broken. Huzi said angrily on the side, pushed away the people in front of him, and walked towards the bronze statue in one go.

"Huzi, you come back. Red Moon said loudly.

"This tiger, I'll go and pull him back. The little dragon quickly crossed ahead and followed closely behind Huzi.

"The ghost knife is back, a sign of great joy. The people below were all happy, Wang Chang, walked forward, carefully looked at the tiger break, the fine lines on it were clearly visible, and the black knife on the bronze statue was like a withdrawal, only the middle of the knife body with obvious fractures was separated into two sections, but it was extremely magically fused together, worthy of a divine soldier.

"This knife is indeed a ghost knife. Wang shouted loudly to the audience.

The figure of the tiger passed through the crowd, jumped towards the stone statue, and had already jumped up, reaching out to take the tiger off.

"Presumptuous. A solemn voice came from the side, a figure flashed, and a huge halberd head stabbed towards Huzi, so that Huzi had to quickly withdraw his hand.

"Who is coming?" said this person with a square face, giving people a sense of thickness and majesty, strong and majestic on the body, steady steps, halberd in hand, majestic.

"Hmph, I'm a tiger, I'll take my tiger. Huzi said loudly.

Xiaolong also jumped up, pulled Huzi and whispered: "Huzi, don't make trouble yet, after all, this is the centennial festival of Jiuli, so let's talk to Uncle Wang when the festival is over." ”

Huzi shook off Xiaolong's hand and said angrily to the man: "I will naturally go down if I take the tiger break." ”

"Hehe, this little brother, you brought this knife?" Uncle Wang said with a smile, without the slightest hint of anger.

"Uncle Wang, this tiger cut has been following me for many years, so I'll take it down and don't mess with your rituals. After Huzi finished speaking, he walked towards Huduan without authorization.