At the same time, the appearance of this burly figure finally became completely condensed and clear.

I saw that it was a bald man dressed in a short hexagram.

This person looks to be in his thirties, and in addition to the small scales like poisonous snakes, even the scalp is covered with black magic patterns, which looks a little oozing.

Its eyes are slightly sunken and closed, so that the person's gaze is not visible.

And the bridge of the nose of the bald man is relatively short, with only two small holes at first glance.

From this person's slightly open lips, two rows of fine sharp teeth in his mouth can be seen.

The most eye-catching thing is that Dongfang Mo saw at a glance that behind the bald man, there was a tail that was almost a foot long and had the thickness of an ordinary person's wrist, swaying in the air with the wind.

This tail gave him an unusually familiar feeling, because he had exactly one in the cuff, but the nightmare tail he owned, only three feet long, was not the same as the one behind the man in front of him.

And the one in front of him is the most powerful race under the entire starry sky that no one dares to provoke, the Demon Clan.

"Hoo ......"

The moment he appeared, a deep and long breath came out of the mouth of the Demon Clan's monk, as if this person was about to wake up from his slumber.

At the same time, his closed eyes finally slowly opened.

At this time, Dongfang Mo and the others saw a pair of dark red pupils.

At the moment of staring at these pair of pupils, Dongfang Mo only felt tight, and there was a cold feeling.

But from beginning to end, this Demon Clan cultivator did not have the slightest mana fluctuation, and even the ghost mourning in the late stage of the Guiyi Realm could not see through the geometry of this person's cultivation.

However, what this person is sure of is that the cultivation of this Demon Clan cultivator is absolutely impossible to be a half-ancestor.

In this case, the ghost mourning does not necessarily fear this person. He has the late cultivation of the Unified Realm, and he is ranked fourth on the blood killing list, his strength is beyond doubt, after so many years, he doesn't know how many times he has escaped from the pursuit of the Yin Luo Clan.

As soon as Fang appeared, this Demon Clan cultivator first glanced at the ghost in front of him, then retracted his gaze indifferently and turned to look at Dongfang Mo beside him.

Then the person looked Dongfang Mo up and down.

And in the next breath, he saw the pupils of the Demon Clan monk shrink slightly, as if he had found something noteworthy in Dongfang Mo.

In just this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart immediately thumped.

You must know that he killed the evil temple of the Demon Clan back then, and he also cultivated the supreme secret technique of the Demon Clan, so in the face of this person's gaze, he couldn't help but wonder if this Demon Clan monk had seen through his details.

Just as he thought of this, the deep bell-like voice of the Demon Clan monk suddenly sounded.

"Did you inspire the Demon Slayer?"

Hearing his words, Dongfang Moqiang held back his eyebrows, as well as the pain caused by the penetration of his lower abdomen, and looked at this person: "Qi senior, this thing is inspired by the junior." ”

"Hmm."

After receiving the reply, the Demon Monk nodded. Then he turned around again and looked at the ghost mourning with a blank face.

"The strength is not bad." I saw him nodding his head, seemingly satisfied.

The corners of the ghost's mouth twitched slightly, "Fellow Daoist, even if you are a member of the Demon Clan, this seat advises you not to meddle in your affairs, I will kill this junior." ”

Hearing his words, the Demon Clan monk twisted his neck and made a few crisp "clicks".

"Huh!"

The next moment, the person suddenly disappeared, and under a flower, he appeared in front of the ghost like a ghost. I saw his scaly fists clenched with five fingers, and blasted towards the door of this person without any fancy eyes.

The blow came so fast that the ghost's face changed drastically, and at the critical moment, he raised his hands and crossed them into a cross in front of him.

Not only that, but on top of his arms, a layer of blood-colored armor appeared. This kind of trick is quite similar to what Nie Rong, the deputy hall master of the Heavenly Sound Palace, used at the beginning.

"Boom!"

And when the Demon Clan's fist slammed into the man's crossed arms, there was a muffled sound.

"Whew...... Bang! ”

I saw that the ghost mourner was like being hit by a Mount Tai, his arms were broken, and his body flew out obliquely downward, landing in Huangliang City, and his slender body blasted through several stone buildings and towers in a row, and finally dragged dozens of feet away on a street before stopping.

At this time, there was also a long drag mark on the street covered with blood, which looked shocking.

The Demon Clan monk was just a punch, and the ghost mourning in the late stage of the Guiyi Realm ended up like this, seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo was dumbfounded.

"Hula!"

At this moment, the half-lying ghost figure ejected, and his broken arms were wriggled in the blink of an eye. Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, the ghost mourner grabbed it out of thin air, and an extra blood light banner appeared in his palm.

I saw him holding this object with both hands, waving it left and right alternately.

For a moment, a large sea of blood poured out from the blood flag, rolling and roaring towards the demon monk in mid-air.

If you look closely, there are still human faces containing pain in the sea of blood, revealing hideous expressions.

Seeing this, the Demon Clan monk did not retreat but advanced, only to see his body turn into a black line, shooting straight out, and he disappeared into the sea of blood with a "poof".

Seeing this scene, a touch of madness appeared on the ghost's face.

"Give me a refinement!"

After the words fell, I saw the turbulent sea of blood "gurgling" and boiling, and the faces of people in the sea of blood all swarmed towards a certain place, and their mouths let out a numb roar.

However, in the terrifying gaze of the ghost mourning and Dongfang Mo, the sea of blood, which was more than a hundred zhang in radius and filled with the power of the law of terror, suddenly trembled, and then the volume of the sea of blood shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was swallowed up by a bottomless pit in the center.

In just a few breaths, the sea of blood in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the Demon Clan monk standing in mid-air was still maintaining an open mouth to suck at this moment.

"Gollum!"

I saw that his throat stirred, as if he had swallowed something, and then he showed a look of unfinished business.

Looking at the ghost mourning again, at the moment when the sea of blood was swallowed, this person's face suddenly turned pale.

Only then did he remember that the Demon Clan was the strongest existence among the Demon Clan, and the sea of blood he sacrificed before was a kind of Demon Skill, so how could he have this person.

So the ghost mourning mana was agitated, and it rolled into the blood light banner in his hand.

"Hula!"

Then he waved it again.

Suddenly, I saw the blood light banner in this person's hand, and the blood curtain-like banner fell off the flag, rolled up and rose to the sky, instantly turning into a huge blood curtain of more than 1,000 zhang, covering the sky above his head.

"Boom......"

At the moment when the blood curtain rolled, drops of blood rained down like thin needles.

"Puff puff ......"

In the sound of penetration, I saw that many buildings in Huangliang City were all pierced through small holes.

And the thousands of monks in the city, whether it was the Qi Refining Period or the Infant Transformation Realm, were pierced one after another in the terrible screams.

And no matter how they dodged or sacrificed their magic weapons, they couldn't resist these drizzles in the slightest.

The crimson blood instantly stained half of the city, and when it gathered, it flowed like a stream.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was also attacked indiscriminately by the drizzle.

He mobilized all the mana in his body, pinched the raw Luo bead in his hand, and sacrificed a layer of blood-colored qi to wrap him.

"Dingding......

All the drizzle of cattle pierced the qi around him, making a crisp sound.

It's just that even if he can barely resist, under the attack of these drizzles, his figure is constantly falling, and finally with a "bang", his legs stepped on the ground, and his body trembled wildly to support it.

Only the Demon Clan monk standing in mid-air stood tall at this moment.

Let all the drizzle lap on him, but it only makes a crackling sound.

"Drink!"

Seeing this, the demon let out a low roar, and then the man stomped on his feet, shooting towards the demon monk.

And the banner he held in his hand also turned into a blood-colored spear at this time.

The spear emitted a thick fluctuation of the power of the cold law, and the air at the spearhead was frozen into white ice.

As soon as Fang approached, the ghost's arms shook.

With a thud, the blood-colored spearheads turned into hundreds of phantoms, all of which covered the face of the Demon Clan's monks.

The ghost mourns confidence, even if this person is stabbed and struck, even if the other party is a demon clan, it will definitely not be comfortable.

But under his impenetrable attack, the Demon Demon Clan monk just shook his head from side to side, and easily avoided every blow.

Seeing this, the ghost mourned into a rage, and then the speed of his arm shaking suddenly increased. For a while, the spearhead was blurred, and the number could not be counted at all.

However, the Demon Clan monk just sneered and looked at this person, still only shaking his head slightly, and then took this person's stormy attack.

"Die!"

At a certain moment, the ghost lost his patience under the horror.

He raised his spear aloft like a broadsword, and slashed angrily at the Demon Clan Cultivator Heavenly Spirit.

"Shhhh

A bloody light instantly tore a black hole in the void.

"Smack!"

But the next moment, the Demon Clan Monk's arm was raised, and his five fingers were like iron pincers, and the blood-colored spear that was slashed towards him was grasped in the palm of his hand without moving.

"Poof!"

Then I heard a soft sound, and I saw that the black tail that was still behind the Demon Clan monk before had bypassed this person's side at this moment, piercing the Devil's chest.

"You ......"

Ghost Fu looked down at this scene incredulously, even he didn't see this person's movements clearly just now.

What frightened him even more was that the next popping sound came like raindrops, which turned out to be the nightmare tail that pierced the ghost's chest, and at this moment turned into an afterimage.

For a while, I saw the ghost mourning all over his body, and the blood holes that were translucent before and after appeared like a hornet's nest.

In a moment, this person was pierced by the shaking tail, and even his face was covered with three bloody holes.

At a certain moment, the nightmare tail stabbed into the ghostly dantian with a "poof", and then suddenly stirred.

"Bang!"

The entire body of the ghost mourner exploded with a bang, turning into a blood mist pouring down from the sky.

The Demon Monk's movements did not stop there, he took the blood-colored spear in his hand, which had lost the control of its master, and with a twist of his fingertips, the spearhead pointed forward, and then bent his arm.

"Whoosh...... Poof......"

With a breaking sound, the blood-colored spear flashed away, and then stabbed a blood-colored figure a hundred feet away who was about to flee. After piercing the man's chest, he was nailed in mid-air, immobilizing.

On closer inspection, this blood-colored figure is a ghostly spirit.