Even the roar of the thousand-year-old blood demon carried a momentum of overwhelming mountains, and the place where Wu Feng stood was still some distance away from it, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and his chest was very tight, and he could feel that a mouthful of blood had reached his throat, and he finally pressed it down.

Wu Feng was already like this, not to mention those White Lotus Sect disciples, one by one, their frightened souls did not possess their bodies, they foamed at the mouth, and some of them were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and they were directly shocked by this huge breath of menstrual blood, and they were killed on the spot.

The next moment, Wu Feng finally inspired the five void spells to the most brilliant and scorching Cheng Dù, even when he felt the pain of the flames roasting his flesh from a long distance, the dust finally settled, and then, Wu Feng made an orchid finger gesture, and flicked it lightly towards the Maoshan Emperor Bell, under this flick, the Maoshan Emperor Bell suddenly made a roar, with thousands of momentum, like a Hong Zhong Da Lu, the buzzing sound was endless, the muscles on Wu Feng's face were shaken and trembled, with the roar of the Maoshan Emperor Bell, The wind was blowing in the flat ground, and the fallen leaves were scattered and fluttering, and in mid-air, the five void charms that surrounded the thousand-year-old blood demon suddenly brightened as day, and the flames burned to the extreme, a kind of cold purple Xuanguang, and with a "whew", it rushed towards the thousand-year-old blood demon at the same time.

As if dry wood met a raging fire, the thousand-year-old blood demon was suddenly wrapped in the pure yang flames burned by the five void spells, forming a huge fireball, and the thousand-year-old blood demon suddenly let out an extremely terrible howl, rolling in place, and suddenly many disciples of the White Lotus Sect were also contaminated with the pure yang flames on the thousand-year-old blood demon's body, and they were burned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Wu Feng hurriedly took a few steps back, sweating profusely on his head, and at the same time urging the five void spells, Wu Feng consumed too much vitality, his body was a little prostration, looking at the thousand-year-old blood demon rolling and howling on the ground, Wu Feng was in a trance, is this thousand-year-old blood demon over like this? The pure yang flame triggered by his own five void spells was so powerful that it was like this?

If this is the case, then the thousand-year-old blood demon can't be called a demon, and the next scene that happened, Wu Feng couldn't believe his eyes, but when he saw the thousand-year-old blood demon wrapped in pure yang flames, he suddenly let out a bang, turning into a blood-colored mist and rushing straight into the sky, and the fire disappeared with it.

On the top of everyone's heads, a cloud of blood mist rolled endlessly, falling to the ground like rain, bubbling with a trace of white gas, these white blood quickly gathered together again, gradually rising, and after a while, from that mass of blood appeared, a head appeared, and then eyes, nose, and mouth, and then four arms and eight tentacles grew, and the thousand-year-old blood demon actually gathered again.

Its eyes flashed with a cruel and tyrannical cold light, looking directly at Wu Feng, with white mist all over its body, huge blood bubbles constantly rising on its body, constantly bursting open, looking like that, it already hated Wu Feng at the moment, and it was going to break it into pieces.

In an instant, the thousand-year-old blood demon's body fluttered, blowing towards Wu Feng like a gust of wind, and a thick sweet smell of blood wafted in the air again, accompanied by a smell of burnt.

Seeing this, Wu Feng was frightened inexplicably, turned his head and ran, while running, Wu Feng took out those elixirs of the ancestor and grandfather, and without thinking about it, he took out another one and threw it into his mouth.