The expression of the Xuanyi Holy Maiden was a little displeased, but knowing that the Holy Son of the Dry Bones of the Dao cultivated the Xuanyin Bone Refining Dafa and had refined the flesh and blood of his body in the bones, he was naturally inhumane, and he had no interest in women.

Although the Xuanyi Ecstasy Dafa of Hehuan Pavilion is powerful, but for the Dry Bone Holy Son who has cut off lust, the majesty of the exercises is naturally greatly reduced, and the Xuanyi Holy Maiden only feels that it is boring, and leans towards Mo Wentian, and said in a coquettish voice: "The dead bone dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, it's better to be a ghost brother!" ”

Mo Wentian was silent, he was afraid of this woman in his heart, and secretly raised his vigilance.

"Brother Devil is good, but he is too arrogant, there is only the Heavenly Demon Saintess in his eyes, where are the others in his eyes?"

The Dry Bone Saint Son bent down and groped for a while on the Three-Eyed Demon, and suddenly coughed dryly, and laughed sharply: "Good boy, although he is poor like Lao Tzu, but he has a jar of ghost heartburn, but it is a sixth-order quality good wine, which is just used to borrow flowers to offer Buddha." ”

As soon as the words fell, he groped in the three-eyed demon treasure bag for a while, took out a wine jar, tore open the seal and filled it into the skull wine jug, and laughed dryly: "Brother Devil, the two of us haven't seen each other for a long time, brother will toast you first." ”

As soon as the words fell, the skull flask was thrown by him casually, and a parabola was drawn in mid-air, as if it had life, and he looked straight in front of Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian's brows furrowed, the wine jug refined by the three-eyed demon head, even if it contained some fine wine immortal brew? He doesn't even talk about it, and he is about to roll his sleeves aside.

But at this moment, the air was filled with blood. A strong smell of blood swept through the wind, and a violent voice said, "Dry bone boy, what kind of good wine is that?" I don't know how to honor this demon? ”

A cloud of bubbling and tumbling blood swept through the air, and a blood-colored tentacle swirled out like lightning, sweeping away the falling wine jug, and a vague and hideous face stretched out from the blood plasma, like a fierce spirit imprisoned in a blood prison, a blood-colored mouth sucked suddenly, and the spirit wine in the wine jug fell on the hideous bloody mouth as if it were a match.

"Sure enough, it doesn't matter what kind of spirit wine it is. It's not as fresh as human blood! ”

A fierce sound came from the mass of plasma. Floating in front of the headless corpse of the Three-Eyed Demon, the plasma bubbled and condensed, and it gradually condensed into a person, and the person was covered in blood. Even the two eyes glittered with a terrifying bloody light. It seems that the flesh is all condensed with blood.

"There is desire in this man's blood. Obviously, my willpower was not strong before I was born, and if I drink the refining that can be good for life, otherwise it will affect the demon heart. ”

The bloodied man opened his mouth and sucked. The blood on the three-eyed demon's thick neck spurted wildly, turning into a blood-colored horse drilled into the man's mouth, and the three-eyed demon's corpse seemed to be drained, withering and drying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became a thousand-year-old dry corpse.

Xuanyi Holy Maiden's face was a little unsightly, as if she was extremely jealous of this person, and frowned and said: "Blood Devouring Holy Son, your nose is so good, you can actually find here." ”

"Where there is blood, there will be demons!"

The blood-colored figure laughed loudly, walked over to the corpse of the Rakshasa woman, and a pair of blood pupils flashed with the light of a beast that had been devoured by people, and opened its hideous bloody mouth, about to bite the Rakshasa woman's neck.

"Wait, Blood-Devouring Holy Son, you can't suck a woman's blood!"

Suddenly, in the wilderness, a voice came, like a cold wind blowing through the Nine Secluded Mansions, which was so cold that it made people's hearts chill.

"? Who's talking? The Blood-Devouring Saint Son followed the voice, but saw that the cold voice was actually coming from a deserted tomb next to him, and a pair of blood-colored eyes couldn't help but be a little shocked.

The bone jaw in the mouth of the Dry Bone Saint Son seemed to make a trembling sound, and he said in a voice like a wry smile: "Who else can there be?" Naturally, it's that horrible guy. ”

At the same time as he spoke, the deserted tomb next to him shook, slowly cracking in front of everyone's eyes, as if opening a heavy stone door, but inside the door was a coffin quietly placed, on which was a black air, covered with black lines, and the rich corpse qi lingered.

But on the top of the coffin, there was a person sitting, his face was pale without any blood, and there were bursts of corpse gas lingering on the top of his head, as if the head of a dead man was resting on the body of a living person, looking at them and saying with a smile: "You are noisy outside, but how can we sleep inside?" ”

I don't know how others feel, but Mo Wentian is awe-inspiring, and the dry bone saint son is still vaguely aware of it, but in the tomb behind him, there is actually such a young man with a gloomy face, and he actually doesn't have the slightest feeling, it can be seen that this person's strength is extremely terrifying, and he should be the third Yin Corpse Holy Son among the Seven Saints of Heavenly Demons.

The Holy Maiden of Xuanyi and the Holy Son of Dry Bones have already made people's hearts chill, but now the Holy Son of Blood Devouring and the Holy Son of the Yin Corpse have actually appeared one after another, and there are already four of the Seven Saints of Heavenly Demons here, Mo Wentian secretly complained in his heart, fortunately, the Devilish Holy Son has an unruly temperament, and he usually rejects people thousands of miles away, but now he is disguised as this person, but he has not been recognized by them.

But once he does it, his Xibei goods will definitely be exposed, and it is not so easy to disguise himself as a demon saint son, and when Mo Wentian is struggling to plan a good strategy, the blood devouring saint son is already tense, and coldly scolded: "Yin corpse saint son, you don't have to meddle in things, this Rakshasa Demon is the Jindan elder of the Earth Demon Gate, her blood has a tonic effect on this demon, if you don't drink it now, wouldn't it be wasted?" ”

"I don't care about that!" The Yin Corpse Holy Son shook his head silently, suddenly reached out and touched the black coffin, a tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "My beloved wife is a woman, so a woman's blood is not allowed to drink." ”

"Fart, what kind of logic is this!" The Blood-Devouring Saint Son's face was full of violence, and he couldn't help but whisper angrily: "You Lao Tzu is a man, is it possible that all men in the world are your Lao Tzu?" ”

He obviously didn't want to fall out with the Yin Corpse Holy Son, so he didn't speak too loudly, but even so, it fell on the ears of the Yin Corpse Holy Son. A burst of murderous intent swept across his gloomy face, and he slowly floated up on the coffin.

Seeing this scene, the Dry Bone Saint Son immediately said: "The Yin Corpse Holy Son, they are all disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, there is no need to hurt the harmony for such a trivial matter, and we and the Seven Heavenly Demon Saints were sent to the ruins of the Imperial City, but in order to obtain the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon True King, it is impossible to lose a big one because of a small one." ”

The Holy Maiden of Xuanyi also persuaded and said: "Brother Blood-devouring, that necrophile has a strange temperament, and it has long been a day or two. Why do you need to be like him? ”

The Blood-Devouring Saint Son was originally very jealous of the Yin Corpse Saint Son. I didn't really want to fight with him, so I just went down the stairs at this time, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

The expression of the Yin Corpse Holy Son gradually softened. His hand gently pressed against the black coffin. said softly: "Wanqing." You don't like to see blood for your husband, and the blood-devouring holy son is cultivating the Dafa of blood condensation, not for the husband alone. If you help you, you will inevitably be stained with his stinky blood. ”

As soon as his words fell, the black coffin suddenly trembled, and the coffin on top couldn't hold the lid and vibrate, as if the people inside were about to jump out.

The Yin Corpse Holy Son's hand slowly brushed on it, gently as if he was caressing his lover's skin, and said softly: "Wanqing, you can rest assured that your husband will not let you do anything embarrassing." ”

Strange to say, under the slow flick of the Yin Corpse Holy Son, the coffin gradually fell silent, and it seemed that the mood was gradually calming down.

Mo Wentian looked at it quietly, but there was a chill in his heart, he had already heard of the Yin Corpse Holy Son of the Seven Saints of the Heavenly Demons, it was rumored that this person was originally a prince of the Great Qin Kingdom, and his talent was still above the thirteenth Taibao of the Seven Star Palace, but he didn't know what the reason was, he actually killed his wife, threw himself into the Yin Corpse Tomb of the Heavenly Demon Sect, killed his wife and fell into the Demon Dao.

The Yin Corpse Holy Son was already an extremely terrifying existence, but the wife who was killed was even more shocking, one of the five geniuses recognized by the Border Desolate Spirit Domain back then, if he hadn't been killed by him, now I am afraid that he has grown into an existence that is not weaker than Tianyi Zhenjun.

However, after being killed by the Yin Corpse Holy Son, he used the Yin Demon Corpse Tomb to refine the corpse Dafa and refined it into a Jindan Yin Corpse, which is rumored to be a ninth-order, enough to compete with the Jindan Great Perfection monk, and it is by virtue of this that he ranks third among the Seven Sages of Heavenly Demons.

After the Yin Corpse Holy Son pacified the black coffin, a pair of fierce eyes swept over, and said in a dark voice: "You are too late, I have been waiting here for two days. ”

The Blood Devouring Holy Son snorted coldly, and said with a displeased expression: "This demon is greedy for a few mouthfuls of human blood on the road, so it is a little delayed, but the two holy maidens of the Heavenly Demon and the Netherworld have not yet arrived here, and it is useless to arrive one step earlier." ”

The Dry Bone Saint Son sighed and said, "It's really strange, not to mention the Netherworld Saintess, the strength of the Demon Saintess that day is unfathomable, and in terms of her footsteps, it is absolutely impossible to fall behind." ”

While he was speaking, the Holy Maiden of Xuanyi screamed, as if she had seen something incredible, pointed to the sky above her head and said, "You...... Where do you look? ”

Including Mo Wentian, everyone looked in the direction pointed out by her hand, but they couldn't help but be sluggish like a clay sculpture, and all of them were fixed.

But in the middle of the air, a woman with a secondary painting scroll on her back stepped on the wind, she was wearing a black robe that dragged the ground, her face was covered with a layer of smoke-like black veil, revealing a pair of black eyes like star stones, clear and transparent without any impurities, and like a bottomless black hole, exuding an unpredictable and powerful gravitational force.

Anyone who looks at the sheared eyes is unconsciously immersed in it, and the mysterious charm seems to exist only in dreams, and the beauty is irresistible.

She is like the moon, blooming alone in the void, and can only be admired by herself.

She is like fire, knowing that it will hurt if she touches it, but she makes people like moths without hesitation.

She is like a cloud, obviously uncertain, but people stubbornly think that such beauty only exists for herself.

This strange beauty can make all the women in the world commit suicide by themselves, and the men in the world will fight to the death for her, facing her beauty, as if all the mistakes in the world can be forgiven.

"The Nether Saintess won't come, it's not too early, you guys follow me!"

A clear spring-like voice sounded in the lake of everyone's hearts, and bursts of ripples rippled up, making everyone turn to their senses in an instant.

But in the void, the woman with the scroll on her back had swept away, like a piece of beautiful jade stepping through the dust, leaving only a frightening glimpse of the dust, and actually turned a blind eye to the powerful traction in the center of the earth. (To be continued......)