The Snow Drink Crazy Knife was raised high, and the blade that should have been bright looked dark and evil under the dim demonic aura.

"Blood Blade Demon Skill!"

Wang Zheng's cold words resounded throughout Hehuan Valley, and at the same time, the essence and blood in Wang Zheng's body, who was running the magic sword technique, suddenly boiled.

Wang Zheng, who was already terrifying, burst into veins all over his body in an instant. The handsome and evil face looks even more hideous because of the green tendons.

Bang bang bang!

With the change in describing the demon and evil, Wang Zheng's body suddenly heard a surging and powerful sound of flowing water, which was the sound of a martial artist whose qi and blood were strong to a certain extent, and the sound of qi and blood running.

The sound was unusually thick, not as clear and pleasant as ordinary flowing water, but as deep and heavy as the flow of lead and mercury.

Between the blood rushing all over his body, countless blood seeped out along Wang Zheng's pores, and Wang Zheng was dyed into a bloody man in an instant.

However, the existence of this blood man was only a matter of a moment, and the next moment, the blood seeping out of Wang Zheng's pores, as if it was spiritual, turned into a scarlet and strange blood mist, and converged towards the snow drinking madness knife in Wang Zheng's hand.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Zheng was shrouded in a thick and terrifyingly red blood mist.

And Wang Zheng's Snow Drinking Crazy Knife didn't know when it turned into a blood knife, a blood knife completely condensed from blood.

The blood flowed slowly on the body of the knife, how similar is this situation to Jiang Ting's sea of blood and the essence blood left by Prince Zagu?

It was all blood, and it was flowing slowly in a quiet and eerie atmosphere.

In fact, this is the so-called 3,000 different paths to the same end.

Whether it is Wang Zheng's Demon Blade Blood Skill, or Jiang Ting's Blood Nerve, or Prince Zagu's Blood Clan's Immortal Blood.

At a certain level, whether it is the Demon Dao martial arts, or the Demon Dao Cultivation True Method, or the mysterious blood clan from the Western Continent.

It's all fundamentally the same, after all, this world is the same world.

The supreme principles that exist in the underworld can be called the Great Dao or the Dharma, and the process of cultivation is the process of understanding them, using them, integrating them, and even controlling and creating them.

In an instant, the blood escaped and converged in a strong contradiction that was visually extremely slow. Wang Zheng's momentum also became more fierce and terrifying at this moment!

The Blood Blade Demon Skill was originally created by Nie Feng after he entered the demon, and it was a complete blade of blood, seeing his own blood first, and then seeing the enemy's blood!

The principle of this Blood Blade Demon Skill is quite similar to the blood escape performed by the Joy Real Man, which also uses his own blood as a medium to burst out with a power far beyond the ordinary!

The strength finally continued to the extreme at this moment, and Wang Zheng, who was full of demonic thoughts in his head, even had a premonition that if he continued to accumulate strength, he was afraid that the magic knife would devour the master before killing the enemy!

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng no longer hesitated, and the snow drinking madness knife in his hand slashed towards Hehuan Valley with the posture of splitting Huashan with force!

Airplanes!

The sharp sound of the knife was like the scream of an unknown demon between heaven and earth, and a hundred zhang blood-colored sword gang was slashed out by Wang Zheng!

With this knife slashing out, Wang Zheng's face suddenly turned pale, which was the result of a loss of essence and blood.

But at the same time, Wang Zheng's eyes were also a lot clearer, and the magic knife cut out not only his own essence and blood, but also the killing intent that filled his spiritual will!

The originally rich killing intent had even somewhat suppressed the burning Zi Xiaoyan in Wang Zheng's spiritual world, but with the catharsis of this knife, Zi Xiaoyan suddenly gained the upper hand!

In Wang Zheng's two eyes, a purple flame began to burn almost at the same time!

Feeling Zi Xiaoyan, who had the upper hand in the spiritual world, Wang Zheng finally let out a long breath, Zi Xiaoyan had the upper hand, and everything was not deviated from his original plan.

As long as you figure it out slowly, you can completely digest this creation into your own without any side effects.

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng almost did not hesitate to step into the air and return towards Taihua Sect.

As for Hehuan Sect's little wealth? To be honest, Wang Zheng still doesn't look down on it! What's more, his own strength is there, and his share of the spoils after the war is always indispensable.

Why should he be like a bandit looking for him in the sea of corpses and blood?

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

That's right, it's a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

The terrifying knife slashed out, and the entire sky was reflected in a bloody surging gas, and the blood-colored knife slashed straight towards Hehuan Valley like a knife splitting the sea.

Obviously, it is a hundred-zhang long sword gang, which is many times smaller than Hehuan Valley, but it gives everyone a sense of infinite fear that overwhelms heaven and earth!

With a loud bang, the entire Hehuan Valley collapsed and cracked, and the mountain guarding formation was simply nothing under the sharp sword light!

Unlike Jiang Ting, who oppresses people with weight and corrosive power, Wang Zheng's knife completely relies on boundless sharpness, and breaking through the mountain guarding array is naturally more enjoyable than Jiang Ting!

As soon as the big array broke, the blood knife revealed his murderous side, and the blood flashed, and in the loud rumbling sound, the infinite demonic qi submerged the entire Hehuan Valley.

Since then, there has not been a single sound in the valley.

After a stick of incense, Dongfang Hua finally took the lead in rushing to the light.

Looking at the Hehuan Valley at his feet, Dongfang Hua's face was full of horror!

What did he see! He saw a thick knife mark spread from the door of the Hehuan Valley into the distance!

Even as far as the eye could see, he also saw a glimmer of light!

Hehuan Valley, was cut through with a knife!?

The rich blood qi condensed in the Hehuan Valley, forming a thin blood mist, mixed with demonic qi filling it, making the entire Hehuan Valley fall into a strange silence.

The huge knife marks were like an ugly scar, stretching across the entire Hehuan Valley.

The powerful divine consciousness belonging to the Jindan period monk scanned the entire Hehuan Valley, and Dongfang Hua found that there was no trace of vitality in the Hehuan Valley at this moment.

Thinking about it, how can a group of second-order existences that have reached the heavens resist the demon blood sword that has the Dao rhyme in it?

"All of them are dead......

Dongfang Hua sighed inexplicably, and was quietly suspended in the sky for a long time.

It wasn't until all the people of the Taihua Sect had arrived that Dongfang Hua said in a hoarse voice:

"There's no more to live with, so pack up the spoils. ”

Everyone was silent, and cautiously landed towards the Hehuan Valley, for fear that there was a demon hidden in it.

At this time, Dongfang Hua's voice suddenly sounded again:

"In the future, when I see Elder Wang, I must respect and respect those who have cultivated the true lineage. Don't make Elder Wang unhappy. ”

Dongfang Hua's voice was a little hoarse, and he found that this junior, who was once regarded by himself as wanting to climb high branches, had now become fearful.