In Wen Chuanting's eyes, the black silk that writhed and struggled like a spiritual snake suddenly expanded, and the bubble burst like a soft sound, and the black silk scattered and split, forming a pitch-black mist, enveloping the old man Hong's right hand and half of his arm.

In the sound of sneering and corrosion, the breath of the old man Hong, who had suddenly changed color, surged, his arm trembled, and a cloud of light exploded from the black mist.

The sun-like brilliance suddenly appeared, most of the black fog disappeared, and the black fog on the periphery was bleak and hazy, like a thin veil, and like a cloud of smoke formed by a pearl.

Old man Hong's left hand shot out with lightning, his five fingers were slightly together, and a strong suction force was formed, absorbing the remaining black mist into the palm of his hand, and the black mist was compressed into a clump, wrapped in a thin film of light.

The light dissipated, and the old man Hong's right arm appeared in front of him, and the two finger joints holding the black silk were exposed, bare without a trace of flesh and blood, and with all his palms, wisps of black flesh and blood appeared, wisps of blood, indescribably miserable.

Half of the sleeves disappeared, and the cut off was blackened, like charcoal burning, and the exposed arms were spotted, which was the traces of demonic erosion.

Looking at the black mist in the light film in Old Man Hong's left hand, he struggled and circled, rushing left and right, and constantly squeezed on the spherical light film surface one by one.

Old man Hong twisted his eyebrows, ignoring the devastated right arm, and staring solemnly at the black mist compressed into a ball in his hand.

Tick!

A drop of pitch-black rancid liquid dripped from Old Man Hong's bare fingers, fell to the ground, shattered, and penetrated into the soil, staining a large area of dirt into pitch black in the blink of an eye, and the thick rancid smell wafted away.

Old man Hong twisted his eyebrows, his arm trembled, the black flesh and blood were like a knife cutting with an axe, and pieces were peeled off from the palm, revealing a bright red patch below, and the black blood continued to surge downward, and the whole arm dried up in an instant.

The blood of the human body is limited, like the old man Hong, the spring water gushes outward, and the people who are beaten by iron can't stand it, and his ruddy face looks pale.

A piercing scream burst out of Old Man Hong's hand, and the small ball in his hand rose one after another, and the demonic qi squeezed into a ball under the light film surged rapidly, and it didn't take long to outline a pitch-black face, the black eye holes were empty, and the big dark mouth almost split the chin from the face.

After a brief shriek, the corners of his mouth spurted upwards to outline a strange and terrifying smile.

Wen Chuanting shivered for no reason, and vaguely felt that the dark and empty eye holes swept over, and a stinging sensation of being stared at by a fierce beast spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Humph!"

A cold snort squeezed out of the red old man's nose, a cold light came out of his eyes, and the intact left hand and the right hand that lacked flesh and blood twisted at the same time, pinching out a seal, and the light film wrapped in black gas was quickly squeezed, and runes the size of rice grains flashed from above.

The wind surged through the jungle, shaking the trees in a raging manner, slapping the leaves wantonly, and the dirt and fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up.

"Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is being quickly stripped away?!" Wen Chuanting's eyes widened, at this moment, he couldn't intervene at all, watching Old Man Hong's fingers change the seal again and again, triggering the wind and clouds, stripping the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and funding the light film to compress the black gas.

At tea time, the wind stopped, and the old man Hong stopped pinching his fingers, leaving only the white bone's right hand trembling slightly, and wisps of blood lingering on the pale phalanges.

His left hand touched the sweat on his forehead, and his increasingly pale face turned to ask Chuanting, "Things are completely out of control, I need to go back to the Holy Land." ”

"I know!" Facing the old man Hong with a serious face, he replied very understandingly.

"If you understand, I'll take you to the hinterland of the Terrans......"

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted in a hurry, "No, I still need to experience and enhance my strength!"

Old man Hong's eyes were scorching, and he stared at Wen Chuanting seriously for a long time, and then he spoke, "It's okay, you can move within a hundred miles of this, remember, don't go deeper, without my protection, it's not a place you can set foot in." ”

Needless to say, he understood what Old Man Hong was referring to, and nodded solemnly to show that he understood what Old Man Hong said.

"Come on, I'll go!" Old Man Hong shouted, the air flow under his feet surged, and his whole body floated up from the ground.

The air roared, and the figure of the old man Hong, who was taller than the treetops, disappeared like lightning.

Wen Chuanting stared at it for a long time, until he couldn't see it at all, and then he withdrew his gaze, "I don't know if his arm can be restored?!"

When Old Man Hong left, his white miserable arm flashed in his mind, and this thought suddenly turned in his heart. Then he thought of the round ball he had put in his sleeve, white and bright, with a black dot the size of a pea in the center.

"It's already quarantined, and it can still be a threat, I wonder if it's because I've developed my own intelligence, or can it be controlled remotely?"

Thinking of the demonic qi that was compressed and besieged, it seemed to have no power, and the power that exploded and dispersed exploded, Shengsheng blasted the fingers of the old man Hong, separated the flesh and blood, and the residual demonic qi could still corrode the body and turn the flesh and blood into pus.

Wen Chuanting was frightened in his heart, and couldn't help but shudder.

The skeletal face that was sealed in the center of the sphere by the thick vitality appeared in front of him, and asked Chuanting to twist his eyebrows and ponder, "I don't know what Old Man Hong will do when he returns to the Holy Land?"

A group of gray-bearded old men gathered around me, head to head, eyes staring at fist-sized sealing balls, confused and thoughtful on their faces, solemn and cautious.

"Caution can only be my cultivation level, the people of the Holy Land, there must be no existence with a low cultivation like me, in the face of the sealing ball, they can probably be grandiose, with a powerful cultivation momentum to crush that residual demonic qi. ”

Wen Chuanting shook his head, "If it weren't for being unprepared and being quietly attacked, Old Man Hong would not have the tragedy of paying half an arm, I hope they won't have a contempt mentality, otherwise...... Hmph!"

Sneered twice, and asked Chuanting if he was not speculating on the reaction of the people in the Holy Land to the demonic qi in the sealing ball, on the one hand, it was more that the people were soft-spoken, even if he stood there and made the necessary reminders, with the existence of a group of old thieves, would he care about his reminders?

Besides, people who are old thieves can stand there and come into contact with the existence of demonic energy, which one is not a monkey spirit monkey spirit, and there is no need for a little guy who has not even heard of what and where the holy land is before?!

Putting aside his worries, his eyes noticed that the ground was full of rancid dirt, and the pitch black was like thick ink, which was clearly different from the surrounding soil.

The branches poked gently, soft and not as hard as other soil, asked Chuanting to dig a little bit, half a foot deeper, before digging the normal soil, looking at the branches in his hand, it has been shortened for a long time, the front end is jet black, leaving traces of corrosion, and the part of the black soil is also constantly eroded in silence.