The scene in front of him was normal for Zheng Xiyue and the Blood Demon and others, after all, Zhuang Fan's strength in the Blood Demon Burial Land was extremely strong.

It was the blood demon who had cultivated to reach a half-step incarnation, and they were all easily taken down by him, not to mention the female monks who had cultivated to just a primordial infant?

But for Shihan and the others, it was different, they didn't know what Zhuang Fan had experienced in the place where the blood demon was buried, they only knew that Zhuang Fan was just a cultivator of the Fake Dan Realm.

Before, Zhuang Fan dealt with the ancestor of the Ran family, who was also a Yuan Infant, because with the help of the powerful magic power of the Demon Horn, otherwise it would not be possible to refine it at all.

But on the other hand, the beautiful female monk, her realm is only stronger than the ancestor of the Ran family, not weak.

But in this way, in the face of such an existence, Zhuang Fan beat the opponent with one punch to vomit blood and fly upside down.

This picture is really shocking.

While Shi Han was thinking, the beautiful monk had already gotten up from the ruins, she patted the dust on her body, and looked at Zhuang Fan's eyes, full of resentment.

"Who are you? Why is there such a strong strength? The friar asked, and because of her anger, the extreme cold around her continued to stir up, and finally rippled.

It seems that because of the influence of this force, the cold wind suddenly howled between the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds were thick, and the snowflakes kept falling, and Shihan and the others couldn't help but tremble.

"Huh? How could the aura on this Terran monk be so familiar? The bloodfiend's voice came out.

Without waiting for Zhuang Fan to ask, the Blood Demon stepped forward, looked at the female monk in a Yin Measured voice, and asked, "Human, are you from the Xuanyin Sect of the Sect of the Extremely Cold Land?" ”

"You ant, your strength is not strong, but your vision is good, and you actually recognize my sect?" The friar said coldly.

When the Blood Demon heard this, he was a little angry for a while.

Zhuang Fan on the side laughed even more.

As for Zheng Xiyue and Moromon disciples, they all covered their mouths and chuckled.

They all looked at the friar with foolish eyes, and shook their heads.

Seeing everyone like this, Shihan and Su Han and others showed puzzled expressions.

"Brother Zhuang, what are you doing here? Why can't I see it? Shihan asked with a confused expression.

Zhuang Fan smiled mysteriously and did not speak.

At this time, the blood demon had already been unable to resist the urge to make a move, he looked at the beautiful female monk coldly, and said: "The deity has dominated the demon world for so long, and no one has ever dared to say that I am an ant, and you, the first person so far, are very good, you are very courageous." ”

As he spoke, the Blood Demon strode forward, and the majestic blood-red power in his body continued to be released, and in an instant, this space was dyed into a blood-colored world.

"This is demonic energy? Are you a demon powerhouse? The friar looked stunned.

And when her divine sense spread and she sensed the terrifying and suffocating power of the other party, she suddenly lost her face.

Although, she was extremely confident in her own strength, with that extremely cold power, even if she was dealing with a monk of the same realm, she could easily crush it.

But the demon powerhouse in front of him with a human body, his cultivation far exceeded the peak of Yuanying.

With such an existence, how can he be an opponent?

Thriller.

Fear.

And more is puzzled.

After all, in her impression, humans and demons have been inseparable rivals since ancient times, and once they come into contact, terrible battles will break out and the lives will be destroyed.

But why did this half-step god-turning monster gather with a group of human monks?

What's going on here?

In fact, not only the female monk, but also the poetry letter and Su Han and other immortal disciples at this moment all showed expressions of unknown reasons.

"Brother Zhuang, what the hell is going on?" Shihan looked at Zhuang Fan and asked.

Zhuang Fan smiled lightly and concisely recounted what happened in the land where the blood demon was buried.

After listening to the poem, his pretty face suddenly showed a sluggish look.

And Su Han and the others gasped one after another.

How could they have thought that Zhuang Fan would do so many things after entering the place where the blood demon was buried.

Wantonly looted the elixir, helped Zheng Xiyue and others recover their bodies, killed the Yuanying Great Demon, and even got the Nine Aperture Exquisite Lamp, and what surprised them the most was the blood demon, which has been thousands of years, and the other party's demon soul still exists, and it has such a terrifying ability.

But so what?

After all, the blood demon still became Zhuang Fan's puppet, and he only obeyed his orders.

Thinking of this, Shihan looked at Zhuang Fan again, his eyes full of admiration.

Zhuang Fan just turned a deaf ear to this, and looked at the Blood Demon and the female monk with a pair of eagle eyes, waiting for a battle to begin.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and the monk didn't seem to know the difference between herself and the Blood Demon, and didn't have the courage to do it.

"Oh, human, weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why did you admit it so quickly? The Blood Demon said with a cold face.

As a demon venerable, he naturally has his own pride, and he will repay it, and now he is said to be an ant, if he doesn't get rid of this breath, how can he relieve the hatred in his heart?

After thinking about it, the blood demon didn't talk nonsense, and immediately used the blood demon's disintegration method, dividing into hundreds of clones, trapping the female monk to death.

Although those clones are not as powerful as the blood demon body, they are only half-step primordial infants, but they contain the law of demons in their bodies, and they have a natural suppressive effect on the monks of the primordial infancy.

Whoosh.

With the sharp sound of breaking wind spreading, those blood demon clones quickly dodged, and the terrifying attack rushed towards the female monk impenetrable.

Seeing this, the monk's pretty face changed slightly, but she knew that if she blindly resisted, she would always have the strength to consume, so she immediately bit her silver teeth slightly, and the power of extreme cold in her body was quickly released.

"Thousands of miles of ice." The cold voice of the female monk came out, her hands quickly sealed, and in an instant, within a radius of several kilometers around her, the temperature plummeted, and the surfaces of the ground, rocks, and trees were covered with thick frost, and those blood demon clones quickly turned into ice sculptures.

Seeing this, a trace of pride flashed in the female monk's eyes, after all, this is frozen for thousands of miles, but in the sect where she is located, the most powerful means, if the incarnation is powerful, it is enough to seal a radius of dozens of miles, all of which are sealed in the ice, even if the scorching sun is exposed for several years, it cannot be melted, and it belongs to the real great supernatural power.

"Demons, in my eyes, it's just like that." The friar laughed contemptuously.

She stomped on her toes on the ground, her body blinking in front of the Blood Demon, and with the wave of her jade palm, the terrifying power of extreme cold flew towards the Blood Demon head-on.

Seeing this, the Blood Demon scoffed, and just stood in place, looking like he was letting the other party attack.

The nun was angry and annoyed, and immediately accelerated her attack, intending to freeze the blood demon with the power of extreme cold.

But just when the friar thought she would succeed, suddenly, the blood demon struck out like lightning, and his huge palm slapped the friar's wrist, and then let go.

I saw that the extremely cold power that covered the female monk's body quickly dissipated, and not only that, but the majestic Yuan Infant power in her body could not be operated.

Without the support of strength, the friar's body fell directly to the ground under the pull of gravity, unable to stand up.

Sensing that there was not the slightest flow of power in her body, the nun was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, there was no joy or sorrow in the blood demon's eyes, "Human, you rush to break ground on Tai Sui's head, or not, since you are sincerely looking for death, then I will do as you wish." ”

As these words fell, the Blood Demon's right hand spread out, and a blood-colored long sword condensed by the power of the Blood Demon flew directly down, and the target was the female monk.

Feeling the killing intent in the other party's eyes, the female monk trembled with fright, she knew that the other party had always fought with her with a playful heart, not to mention anything else, just the blood-colored long sword in front of her, even if her cultivation was not sealed, it was estimated that she would not be able to resist.

At the thought of this, despair flashed through the friar's heart.

But just when she thought she was going to die, suddenly, a figure blocked in front of him, and with a grasp of her right hand, the blood-colored long sword that was about to stab her was easily held in the other party's hand.

"Zhuang Fan, why did you stop me from killing this woman, you must know that if we hadn't rushed back in time just now, your companion would have suffered heavy casualties." Bloodfiend asked slightly accusatory.

And Shihan and Zheng Xiyue's two daughters are also puzzled.

In their impression, Zhuang Fan has always been decisive and extremely protective of his shortcomings.

If someone wanted to kill his companion, Zhuang Fan would definitely use the same means against the other party.

This time, however, he rescued the friar.

Could it be that Zhuang Fan valued the other party's beauty, so he had compassion?

Thinking of this, the two women's hearts couldn't help but feel a little sour.

They know that this feeling is called jealousy!

Of course, Zhuang Fan didn't know what the two girls thought, he looked at the blood demon with a smile, and said: "Blood demon, if I want to kill her, why do you need to do it, just now with that palm, I only need to add a few more strength, I can make it explode and die." ”

"And what do you mean?" The Blood Demon asked, and then grinned, "I see, you see that this Terran girl is beautiful and compassionate, and then you want to include her in the harem, right?" ”

Zhuang Fan said with a cold face: "Blood Demon, this kind of joke, I don't want to hear it a second time. ”

"And what if I have to say it?" The Blood Demon said with some unhappiness.

"I don't mind urging the circle inside you to become a puppet with your own consciousness but unable to exert any power." Zhuang Fan said with a serious face.

After speaking, Zhuang Fan's fingertips were forced, and he saw that the blood-colored long sword was directly shattered.

Seeing the other party like this, the Blood Demon looked aggrieved, and finally stood aside.

When the beautiful monk saw the blood demon's obedient appearance, she was already speechless.

The strength of the blood demon, she already knew the battles just now, and felt that the other party belonged to an invincible existence.

But Rao is like this, and the blood demon still has a sense of awe for Zhuang Fan.

Could it be that this kid is stronger than the Blood Fiend?

Thinking of this, the friar's body suddenly shuddered, and her pretty face showed a look of horror.