Although as a spiritual cultivator, he can easily dodge enemies that he encounters at any time, but this is only an opportunistic method, and it is not what Cinnabar wants.

After all, he is not the incomparably obscene Tang Xiaojiao, and if he really does that, won't he lose the meaning of coming here, Cinnabar has always hoped to continuously improve himself in his heart, and blindly avoiding it is not his idea.

Unless he encounters a super tough opponent, a guy with a general cultivation level, he still doesn't hesitate to give it a try.

recalled that when I was climbing Wangxiangtai before, the three ordinary demon clans: the blue-eyed, the big-mouthed python and the iron bull demon, were recognized as demons after seeing their own little demon skills.

With his own demonic blood technique, it should not be a big problem to bluff those ordinary demons.

It is not Tang Xiaojiao's patent, my cinnabar will also be able to, just see which guy is unlucky first.

Thinking of this, Cinnabar couldn't help but laugh a few times.

As soon as he thought of this, after making up his mind, he first released his snooping power, and first locked on the two guys closest to him.

Half a mile in front of him, there was a guy from the demon clan, who was confronting each other with a demon sacrificer, his murderous aura was exposed, and the battle was about to break out.

There is a lively look, cinnabar is overjoyed, the praying mantis catches cicadas, the yellow finch is behind, and he quietly hides it, and he can definitely sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

......

The demon clan was a guy covered in tattered black, with a square head and a square body, like a dry tree.

The surface of the body is yellow and green, the limbs are slender, there are spikes, and from the top of the head down to the ankles of the whole body, there are slender black vines, which looks extremely strange.

Judging from the outfit of the blue-eyed demon that Cinnabar had seen in the past, it was no longer surprising, but now it was clear that this was clearly a black vine demon clan.

On the opposite side of the black-clothed vine demon, there was a tall demon young man who was extremely strong.

This demon young man is dressed in a red canopy, with a slender figure, scattered red hair, not only a cold face, slanted sword eyebrows, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, it is not an exaggeration to describe it.

What's even more embarrassing is that this guy's whole body has hard muscles, like solid stones, and his whole body is red and copper-colored skin, and it seems that there is this extremely powerful life force swimming.

How do the people of the demon race grow? All of them seem to have no shortcomings.

Cinnabar couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of herself, although she was also an ordinary handsome guy, but every time she met these demons, she felt like she was being compared, how could these people have their own appearances.

In fact, he also understands that the cultivation of the demon clan is a violent blood system, once the body's bloodline potential is stimulated, it can basically have a tangible impact on the outside, and most of the demons have been cultivating since they were young, so they generally grow up to this age with outstanding appearance.

Their appearance tends to be perfect, and it is not an advantage, like me, I have some life atmosphere, so I have more human flavor, and cinnabar envy can't help but start to comfort myself.

The red-skinned young man of the demon clan was standing in front of the black vine demon at this moment, and said sarcastically:

"Didn't you hear that the demon clan had been wiped out in the Shura Field? I didn't expect to be met by me, looking like a lost dog, it's really pitiful. ”

The black-clothed vine demon was furious and said: "My demon clan has been brutalized in the Shura field, although it is an ironclad fact, in fact, it is just acting as a pawn, if it is not for our demon clan to block the front, you are afraid that the demon clan will not be much better." ”

The demon youth smiled coldly and said: "Hugh wants to compare our high-blooded demon clan with you mountain spirits and tree monsters, the demon clan is weak, and it will be wantonly bullied by the spirit beast clan, our demon clan is very different, and the future altar winner can only be among our demon clan." ”

"Really?" the black-clothed vine demon sneered, "Your Excellency, don't forget that the sixth-order spirit beast is now also in this connecting passage, and you demons can defend against it?"

The demon youth snorted coldly: "This is no longer a question for you to think about, not to mention that you will not have the opportunity to think about this again." ”

The black-clothed vine demon said with a sharp look in his eyes: "What, could it be that you plan to attack me?"

The demon youth sneered: "You and I are in opposition to each other, and we are in the altar of life and death, killing is the most basic situation, what is strange about this. ”

"What's more, this is already a connecting passage, and it is said that before reaching the entrance of the altar, the number of fires on each sacrifice must reach more than twenty before they can have a chance to enter the altar. ”

He said with some melancholy: "So far, I have only killed four sacrificers, and there is still a big gap between the number of twenty fires, and I can only rely on you to make up for it." ”

When the black-clothed vine demon heard this, he couldn't help but choke back: "Hehe, thank you for reminding me, you must know that so far, I have also killed six sacrificers, if I kill you, wouldn't it be just half of it?"

At this moment, the cinnabar that put their every move in their eyes was overjoyed for no reason.

Thinking back to his journey, although he has been in danger many times, and even came forward to frighten the terrifying necromantic king, but in the final analysis, it seems that he has not killed a person with his own hands, and after these two guys fight each other at this moment, they must have their own casualties, and if they make another move, they will definitely be able to get the number of fires of the two.

He was overjoyed, and secretly determined that he would put the ten fires they possessed on his own account, and then watched again, and the sacrificers from the demon and demon clans had obviously suppressed their anger and fought together.

In Cinnabar's original imagination, the demon youth seemed to be far stronger than the black vine demon in terms of appearance and momentum, but as soon as the two sides started, Cinnabar came to the conclusion that this was almost an evenly matched battle.

This demon youth is indeed stronger than the black-clothed vine demon in terms of momentum and bravery, but in terms of experience and insidiousness, it seems that the black-clothed vine demon is stronger again.

And the force value of the two sides is similar to each other, so you come and go, and the fight is in full swing, and it seems that it will be difficult to distinguish the winner for a while and a half.

After the demon youth burst into blood, the muscles all over his body were bulging, showing a blood-red color, and even the cyan veins were quite eye-catching, and he was obviously much stronger when he shot again.

But the black-clothed vine monster is sophisticated, obviously cunning, mostly moving and flashing to avoid the attack of the demon youth, and then waiting for an opportunity to strike.

What's even more amazing is that when this black-clothed vine monster manipulated its limbs to attack, its body surface was covered with wattle rattan wood strips, like thousands of hands and feet, cumbersome.

The demon youth slashed down several with his fierce spirit, but as soon as he cut it off, the black-clothed vine demon gave birth to new vine tentacles extremely quickly, making him overwhelmed and tired of coping.