"Which of you comes first?"

The old man looked at Lin Feng, Jiang Laosan and Wan Wan, a red light flashed in his pupils, and he made up his mind to take this opportunity to subdue everyone in one fell swoop.

At this time, Lin Feng was silent, as the so-called sandpiper and clam competed, the fisherman profited, he wanted to wait for the others to lose both, and then he would reap the fisherman's profit.

Jiang Laosan had the same idea as him, and he didn't say anything.

"I can't even control my own doorman, and at this age, all of them have lived to dogs. Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you...... I'm saying all of you, all of you are trash! ”

Wan Wan's gaze swept over the people in the Blood Refining Hall, and sneered: "Don't feel unconvinced, any of you can survive ten moves under me, I will immediately turn around and leave, not only that, but the Blood Devouring Bead will also be served with both hands." ”

Hearing Wanwan's words, Jiang Laosan's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Little girl, this is what you said, don't blame the third master for bullying the small." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Laosan turned around in place, only to see a red light rise, surrounding him, and then a small dark red fork with a thick blood mark flew out, but Jiang Laosan had disappeared.

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking wind sounded, and the dark red fork flashed with blood-colored light, and shot towards Wan Wan.

"Go."

As soon as Wan Wan's palm flipped, the blood-devouring bead appeared in her jade-white palm, and then she threw the blood-devouring bead upward, unhurriedly pinching an imperial weapon technique, and the jade pointed a little forward.

The blood-devouring beads flew up and collided with the dark red fork with a soft "ding" sound.

The eyes of everyone in the Blood Refining Hall were all focused on the Blood Devouring Bead, and they were curious about this Demon Dao Supreme Treasure that had been famous all over the world eight hundred years ago, and wanted to get a glimpse of it.

"Click."

A soft cracking sound rang out.

A thin crack appeared on the dark red fork.

The next moment, the red mangs on the blood-devouring beads were flourishing, and a bloodthirsty fluctuation shook out, and everyone only felt that the qi and blood were boiling, as if they were about to break out, but blood really flowed out of the dark red fork.

The dark red fork trembled, and the thin crack was like a wound, constantly spilling blood, and the blood quickly evaporated under the irradiation of the red mang, turning into wisps of blood-red light smoke that were absorbed by the blood devouring beads.

"Stop, aunt and grandmother, stop it, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Jiang Laosan's voice came from the dark red fork, his voice was full of fear and eagerness, and he begged for mercy loudly.

Jiang Laosan is the only disciple of the bloodsucking demon, and the magic skill he cultivates is called "bloodsucking Dafa", and the means of fighting the enemy are mainly blood-sucking, as long as he hurts the enemy, he can suck the enemy's blood dry in a moment.

But when he touched the blood-devouring bead, it was like three young children meeting their ancestors, and the blood-sucking abilities of the two were not at the same level at all.

Wan Wan withdrew her hand in a hurry, her jade finger was a little, and the blood-devouring beads flew back.

The dark red fork stopped trembling at this time, and the dark red color gradually brightened, and a shadow seemed to come out of nothing, rising from this small fork, turning the void into reality, and turning into the appearance of Jiang Laosan.

At this time, Jiang Laosan's skin had become yellow, he was originally only in his thirties, but now he has become fifty or sixty years old, the whole person has lost a lot of weight, his face is pale, and he obviously looks like he has lost too much blood.

"Jiang Laosan, it seems that your bloodsucking skills haven't been practiced yet, go back and learn more from the bloodsucking demon, so as not to be embarrassed." Lin Feng walked out shaking his fan, with a bit of ridicule on the corner of his mouth.

The vampire old demon is a hidden master in the demon path, claiming to be the vampire ancestor, even if it is the poison god, Mrs. Sanmiao, Yuyangzi and other demon giants, they have to look at him differently.

"What else would you do but talk about it, why don't you come up and try it too." Jiang Laosan said angrily, with a trace of fear in his eyes, and he seemed to be frightened by the blood devouring beads.

"Okay, I'll convince you." Lin Feng walked out leisurely, still holding the gold-rimmed fan in his hand.

"I'll see what you're capable of." Jiang Laosan snorted coldly.

"Then you'll be on the look."

Lin Feng threw it casually, threw the gold-painted fan in his hand into the air, and the whole fan emitted a faint golden light in the air, brushed the ground, and opened it.

On the surface of the gold fan, with the fine brush painting method, a mountain, a river, a big peng, the brushwork is delicate and lifelike.

In the depths of this dark underground, suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and thunder and lightning suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The mountain painted on the fan surface was moved out vividly, as if by magic, and changed from the scene in the painting to the real thing.

The mountain grew when it saw the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a mountain a hundred zhang high, almost touching the top of the cave, and then Mount Tai suppressed it like a top.

"The Great Mudra of Destroying the World."

Wan Wan's palm was raised, and she pressed it forward gently, only to hear a loud "boom", and a palm print more than ten zhang large appeared on the mountain, which was printed into the mountain body and was a little deep.

The hundred-foot-high mountain flew back upside down, shrinking smaller and smaller in the sky, and finally the glow flickered, turning into a scene in a painting, returning to the fan.

If you look closely, you can find that there is an extra palm print on the mountain in the painting, and the original beautiful landscape painting is completely destroyed by this palm print, and the artistic conception is completely lost.

This fan is originally a mountain and river fan, it is the magic weapon of the ancestor of the wind and moon of Jieshi Mountain, this mountain, a river and a big peng are all personally selected by him, and he has made great efforts to refine it into the treasure fan, which has an incredible effect on the enemy.

"If you dare to break my magic weapon, I will ask you to repay it with the blood devouring beads." Lin Feng shouted angrily.

It is rumored that he is a relative of Fengyue Ancestor, but in fact he is the illegitimate son of Fengyue Ancestor, and it is precisely because of this that Fengyue Ancestor passed on his housekeeping magic weapon to Lin Feng.

He grew up in the pampering of Fengyue Ancestor, and he had never suffered such a big loss, and he was suddenly so angry that he burst into the air, grabbed the mountain and river fan and fanned it hard.

"Whirring ......"

Gusts of wind whistled up, although the mountain and river fan was not as good as the legendary banana fan, but the wind could also roll up hundreds of catties of boulders.

The cliffs of the cave and the stones on the top were blown down by the strong wind, and they were swept up in the strong wind, and the sand and stones flew towards Wanwan.

"I don't know what to do."

Wan Wan snorted coldly, and raised her hand to make another 'Great Handprint of Destroying the World'.

The Great Mudra of Destruction is a very wonderful spell, in addition to its unmatched power, there are no signs and disappearances, and it does not show any traces when casting, making people unguardable.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

Lin Feng flew out of thin air, like a fly being slapped on the wall, and the whole person was imprinted into the mountain, motionless, as if he had passed out.

The wind in the air suddenly dissipated, and all the large and small stones fell down, and there was a "bang" sound.