Near Little Demon Ridge, a small town in a valley, it seemed extremely silent in the night, it was dark, only the ancient dark temple in the center of the town, and the blood-colored lights flashed. 【Reading Network】The new dagger Qiqi Chinese network debuted

The temple was rudimentary, with a base made of mountain stones, and the walls were from the surrounding felled trees, and because it had been built for so long, it was in tatters everywhere, and there were signs of repair everywhere.

Inside the hall, on the blood-colored altar, an old man in white stood in front of the statue of the demon god, looking at the golden eyes of the demon god with some blankness.

His hanging hands were as crystal clear as jade, and at the moment they were stained with blood, dripping down drop by drop, and the dried blood stains formed scabs on the back of his hands, like two strange tattoo patterns.

"How long has it been since the old man killed someone, a hundred years, two hundred years" Duanmu Bo looked up at the statue of the demon god for a moment, turned around, and looked towards the bloody hall.

In the empty hall, the corpses of more than 2,000 townspeople lay there in a row, each corpse had a clear fingerprint on its throat, as if there were once two hooks that tore their throats.

The smell of blood made his eyes sore and sick, but it also made him excited, as if the murderous demon from his body was awakening.

Duanmu quietly closed his eyes, standing between the torches of the altar like a statue, and his divine sense extended infinitely, blocking the sky of the entire Little Demon Ridge, forming an omnipresent network of exploration.

Suddenly, the dragon lightning passed through this hidden and invisible net, and the tremor of thought came quickly, and Duanmu Bobo suddenly opened his eyes, and two rounds of golden pupils appeared in his eyes

His bloodstained hands quickly lifted to his chest, and three strange handprints danced, and two thousand eight hundred drops of blood from the townspeople flew forward one after another, quickly combining into a dark red blood shadow, and flew out from the ceiling of the temple with a roar.

"Xiao Qiang, let you see the power of the ancient magic skills" After Duanmu Bobo finished his handprint, he used his energy to wash off the blood stains on his hands and body, and strode towards the outside of the hall.

In the night, the giant dragon Xuandian was moving quickly through the clouds, the big mouse Xuanying lay beside him and fell asleep, Xiao Qiang simply sat down cross-legged, sorting out the thoughts in his mind.

The comprehension of more than ten days in the holy ruins, the seven days of study in the main altar of the demon clan, and a close contact between the Yuan Spirit and the Demon Spirit, made Xiao Qiang's realm of demon cultivation improve a lot.

Of course, this kind of improvement has nothing to do with strength, but just Xiao Qiang's worship of the ancient cultural inheritance of the demon race, which made some of the systems in his mind complete.

At least now put on a priestly robe, and he will surely be able to hold the book in his hand and recite a large number of prayers in his mouth, so that outsiders will not doubt his priesthood in the slightest.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiang's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a dangerous aura was rapidly approaching them

Almost at the same time, the big rat Xuanying jumped up from the ground, looking ahead with a wary expression, and the giant dragon Xuandian also quickly blessed the energy defense, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of dark golden light.

Xiao Qiang stood up slowly, his calm eyes looked ahead, and on the palm of his plain hand, a golden light flew forward, quickly turning into a golden thorn.

His right hand habitually flipped it, but he found that the Broken Hollow Knife was no longer there, so he had to summon the Lifeless Red Flame Wheel, which turned into a fiery red gear, coiled in his palm.

It's already 10,000 meters in the air here, and you can't even see a bird on weekdays, even if a master flies to this height, his strength will be greatly reduced, so no one will be stupid enough to choose to fight here.

Unless, of course, the other party also has a giant dragon that can fly so high, or an ancient god.

Just when one person, one dragon and one rat were on guard, suddenly, a blood-colored light appeared on the left side of the giant dragon's Xuandian, and the distorted red light instantly turned into a huge human shape

It was a man in a bloody robe, four or five meters tall, floating in a twisted manner in the air.

He stared at a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, and held in his hand a huge scythe, which had a short hilt, but the blade was exaggerated and stepped out of a crescent arc, a full dozen meters long

The Blood Shadow Man released his blood qi all over his body, silently raised his huge scythe, and slashed towards the giant dragon Xuandian with a roar

"What a tyrannical dark aura, could it be the remnants of the Blood Demon Clan" Xiao Qiang couldn't help but be taken aback, the giant dragon Xuandian let out an angry roar, and suddenly his body sank, dodging the giant scythe that almost spanned his body

High in the air with the wind blowing, the blood shadow man chased Xuandian's figure, not only wielding a giant scythe, although the momentum was fast, but the speed of his attack was not fast, so Xuandian was very calmly dodged.

"Xuandian, don't urge the dark energy" Xiao Qiang seemed to have discovered something, his face was gloomy, and he shouted loudly.

Xuandian couldn't help but be taken aback, and then he was shocked to find that the golden stripes on its body had begun to fade, and from the golden stripes, blood-colored textures actually bloomed, and blood seeped out

Xuandian was shocked, hurriedly put away the dark energy, urged the dragon's breath, sealed the bleeding wound, and suddenly soared into the sky and flew into the air.

It finally discovered that the terrifying thing about the Blood Shadow Man was not his scythe, but the strange aura he had set off.

This aura is very strange, as if mixed with dark energy, it becomes a deadly poison, and in silence, the dark energy of Xuandian has been eaten up by more than half

Xiao Qiang was also hit, and blood lines appeared on the surface of Yuan Ling, as if a carving knife dipped in sulfuric acid had slashed through his body, bringing bursts of stinging pain.

He could vaguely feel that the Blood Shadow Man came from some ancient demon ritual, formed by dark telekinesis, and the corrosiveness of the strange energy came from this mysterious telekinesis.

It would be nice if Lan Yi was here, whether it was her extinguishing light or her transcendent sacrificial text, she could dissolve this dark mental power full of resentment, but unfortunately Xiao Qiang wouldn't and couldn't do it.

Fortunately, after seeing through the danger, the threat of the Blood Shadow Man was greatly reduced, and finally disappeared without a sound.

If Xiao Qiang counted carefully, he would find that the Blood Shadow Man had slashed out a total of 2,800 knives, and the vitality of each demon townsman was a knife

Xiao Qiang and Xuandian let out a cold sweat, and they were relieved until they confirmed that the dangerous aura was gone, and one person and one dragon couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Tragically, they were wounded even worse than in a vicious battle

Now the safest way is to go home and heal at the Demon Clan's General Altar, but this is definitely not the choice of Xiao Qiang and Xuandian.

Now that the opponent has already made a move, come on, we will not take half a step back