A flash of light flashed, and invisible fluctuations shot out from the white jade altar, fanning towards the ground.

Through the black clouds that obscure the sky, there is no ripple.

Silently, the blood that penetrated into the soil seeped out of the ground, and the blood beads the size of fingernails were suspended a foot above the ground, and the fluctuations swept over the broken minced flesh on the ground, sweeping over the stumps, the minced flesh was shattered, turned into fly ash, and the stumps were dissolved, extracting blood the size of fingernails.

Bright red, shimmering with inexplicable brilliance, crystal clear, reflecting the pitch-black sky.

The fluctuation swept over the giant beasts, the eyes glowing with scarlet light dimmed instantly, and the giant beasts maintained the movements of the previous moment, standing there stiffly, whether it was probing, or stretching out their hooves, or opening their mouths and roaring, all movements were still at the moment when the fluctuations swept over.

The wrist flew, and a sword slashed the giant beast that flicked its tail in front of him, and asked Chuan Ting to be stunned, and did not resist, in the eyes of ordinary people, maybe he was fast enough to kill the giant beast at the moment when it did not react.

Ask Chuanting but don't think so, a giant beast keeps its tail flick and lets it be killed, this may be its own sword fast, that after being slashed, its body will be shattered and turned into flying ashes, which is not something that Jian Kuai can explain.

As far as the eye can see, a giant beast that has been immobilized, with the breeze blowing, the sand sculptures are scattered with a hula, and the fine particles are sprinkled on the ground, spreading a thick layer of sand on the earth.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and swept around, and there was not a complete giant beast, even if it was a slender giant wolf that still looked small among the giant beasts.

There was no flesh and blood, there were stumps inside, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a thick layer of sand. In essence, unlike heavy grains of sand, they only have the size and shape of sand, but they do not have the weight of sand.

The breeze swirled the grains of sand that the corpse of the giant beast on the top layer had turned into. The grains of sand chased the footsteps of the wind, slowly rolling forward, layer by layer, wave by wave, forming tiny waves.

Wen Chuanting hesitated in his heart, and with deep vigilance, he looked at the old man Hong in mid-air, where there was still a round of earthy yellow light wheel, and in the center of the light wheel, the finch that controlled thousands of giant beasts was struggling hard, fighting and resisting the elusive long sword in the light wheel.

The squeaky sound of the monkey attracted the inquisitive and puzzled gaze of the question.

The thick layer of sand bulged into a big bag, and a furry paw was the first to break through the sand cover, appearing in Wen Chuanting's eyes, and then the cute and kind monkey face.

Joy suddenly rippled in his heart, "Fortunately, the sudden fluctuation did not kill the monkey!"

"It seems that the owner of this fluctuation is a friend rather than an enemy!"

Ask Chuanting automatically ignored it, the other party was negligent, and the monkey missed this layer, or he didn't think about this layer at all.

The monkey's ability is not outstanding, in a group of giant beasts that are controlled and have lost their minds, that little bit of cultivation can protect themselves, and it is completely impossible to survive in the fluctuation of destroying demons and destroying beasts.

The monkey appears in front of him, and the only possibility is that the other party skips the monkey, purposefully and targetedly.

As for mistakes, comparing their hearts to their hearts, asking Chuan is quite confident, and at their level, the control of cultivation and power has reached an unimaginable level of perfection, and the mistakes are almost zero.

From the dispersal, to the glimpse, and then to the sudden appearance, the heart lifted suddenly to the ground, the sense of loss and recovery of the long-lost is full, the heart is full, the familiar, with a slightly sharp squeaky call, the frightened, a little afraid of the monkey face, listen to the ears, see in the eyes, it is so kind and beautiful.

The affectionate probe patted the monkey's little head, and asked Chuanting with a smile on his face, completely unable to see that the dangerous situation just now made him go crazy killing, and his face was twisted and squeezed and looked hideous.

The bright smile is exactly like a kid next door, of course, this needs to ignore the long sword in his hand and the blood stained on his body.

Otherwise, with a smile, blood, a long sword, and a small size, this is a bloodthirsty demon, a demon beast that devours flesh and blood.

Fortunately, it was only him and the monkey here, and no one else saw it.

If I feel it, I suddenly look up, the sky is as black as ink, there is no wind to roll, the black vortex is formed, the black clouds that cover the sky roll towards the center and collapse, and the inverted funnel is formed, absorbing the black clouds from the edge of the extreme distance.

The world is turbulent, the wind and clouds are changing, and it is indescribable.

Keeping his head up, he raised his head to the sky, and his frowns tightened, revealing the unrest in his heart.

The black clouds rolled, rotating and collapsing towards the center, this scene attracted the attention of Old Man Hong, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and he squinted his eyes, a strange scene made his heart tighten.

A sharp cry sounded, grabbing the moment when Old Man Hong lost his mind, the finch struggled hard, its wings flapped wildly, and its claws, which were not weaker than King Kong's, expanded and contracted in the earthy yellow light wheel, colliding with the long sword, making a piercing friction sound.

The rapid attack was completed at the same moment as the exit of the light wheel, and the sword light shrouded in a cage was released, without the attack of the long sword, without the gravity oppression of the long sword, it was so steep that it was free, and a loud chirp came out of the beak.

The joy had not yet spread, and the second half of the chirp turned to anger and madness, and the scarlet eyes of the bean swept back and forth on the ground, except for the dust and sand on the ground, only a small human and a monkey existed, no kind, no subordinates.

The finch was angry, hovering and shaking, and its body that turned into a streamlined afterimage scattered thousands of tiny feathers, frantically killing the old man who trapped and bound him.

The earthy yellow light wheel suddenly appeared, firmly protecting the old man Hong in the back, thousands of feathers spurted, colliding with the long sword, making a tinkling sound, the rain hit the plantain and intermittently, the feather collided with the long sword, before and after, there seemed to be an order, and the long line generally hit the long sword, in fact, there were too many feathers, and the same time hit on the long sword.

Listening to the ears, there is an intermittent rhythmic sound of percussion, which is just an illusion to give people.

"Not controlled by demonic energy, a little bird with reason and emotions!"

The voice reverberated softly, reverberating between heaven and earth. Shouting, it can be the sound spreading and swirling in the air, but there is a feeling of hardness and roughness. And this voice is different, gentle and soft, still whispering in the ear, but the words are carefully considered, and it really comes into the ears.

A cloud of demonic energy tumbled, tightly wrapping a person inside.

This demonic qi fluttered, and suddenly appeared at the same height as Old Man Hong, cutting off the remnants of a line left by the high-speed rotation of a finch.

The moment the voice appeared, Old Man Hong's heart suddenly tightened, and his palm couldn't help but grasp the hilt of the sword, the real touch made his heart relax slightly. The earthy yellow sword light swayed rapidly, blocking the feathers out of his body, and his eyes followed the sound.

The sky was free of black clouds, no tumbling demonic energy, no swimming black dragons, only an afterimage left by a group of pitch-black demonic qi that seemed to move slowly and quickly.

The black shadow appeared, the corner of the eye was received, the gaze shifted, and in less than a breath, the mind was full of thoughts, and it was instantly fixed on the strange figure features, "It's him!"

Thoughts fluctuated, the long sword relaxed a line, thousands of feathers drilled through the gap, broke the protection, and pierced the old man Hong's body fiercely, a small sizzling sound that penetrated the flesh appeared, and a needle-sized hole ran through the front and back, leaking buckets, broken water bags, internal high pressure squeezed blood, and capillary blood columns spurted out from the blood mouth, front and back, left and right, and instantly dyed the messy old man Hong red.

Old man Hong came back to his senses, and the sword light swayed wantonly, resisting the follow-up feathers, and his face was bitter, and he no longer dared to distract himself from looking at the demonic qi mass on the side.

A cloud of demonic qi diverted out, and the moment it left the large army, it was already scattered, like a thin layer of black light veil, and like an ink painting slowly unfolding, completely covering the range of the finch's movement trajectory below.

There was no chuckle, no greeting, the black yarn appeared, and the negative pressure came down, and Old Man Hong was also among them.

Frightened, a slight worry appeared, but he didn't dare to be distracted as before, and a strong vigilance spread in his heart.

Ignoring the activities in Old Man Hong's heart, the bone demon hidden in the demonic qi, after the layout was completed, the open palm was slowly held, and the demonic qi that was scattered from the outside world contracted with the palm, rolling from the edge and shrinking to the center.

A shrill cry rang out in the shrunken black veil.