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The bloody handprint on the man's chest looked extremely hideous, as if it was a mass of black blood, constantly rolling and wriggling like a living being, and from time to time some terrible grimaces protruded from the bloody handprint, as if countless ghosts were imprisoned inside. Not only that www.biquge.info but all the surrounding heaven and earth vitality was corroded by this bloody handprint, and because of the influence of this bloody handprint, all kinds of terrifying ghosts and ghosts were constantly born around.

The man in the palm was obviously profound, but he couldn't remove the bloody handprint immediately, but his expression was still extremely indifferent, as if everything was at ease, all in his hands, because of the bloody handprints of all kinds of ghosts and monsters could not get close to him, once close, it would automatically be directly dispersed and annihilated by a strong breath."

In addition, there are three rays of light shining around this man's body, this is the saint martial mark, also known as the holy stigma, only with three holy marks, can he be regarded as a saint, the man in front of him is obviously a real saint, and he is also a demon saint.

After a long time, I saw that this man breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "I didn't expect that the black shadow is so powerful, he has just become a saint, and he has such means, and he even hurt me, but after all, he is inexperienced, how can he know the strength of my Youtian Python clan, and it is impossible for a mere Ten Thousand Yin Ghost Bloody Palm to do anything to me, but he, if he is hit by my blow to the python, he will not die, and he will also cultivate to a great surrender, but unfortunately let him escape in the end!"

If Xiao Bai was here, she would immediately recognize this man as her father, the patriarch of the Youtian Python clan, and one of the masters of the demon world, Bai Wanjun.

Bai Wanjun has already become one of the legends of the demon world. After all, he is a true saint cultivator, and his words and deeds involve the fate of the demon world. You can travel through the major Qiankun realms at will, and even have the qualifications to enter the holy realm. In the early years, when he achieved the great success of the Qiankun Realm, he also entered the Holy Realm and devoted himself to the Holy Dao Sect to practice martial arts, and then returned to the Demon Realm and took charge of the You Tian Python clan, it can be said that if you stomp your feet, a major earthquake will occur in the entire Demon Realm.

And now, he was injured and slapped by someone, and the person who did it was the black underworld.

At this moment, the place where Bai Wanjun is located is the White Phosphorus Qiankun Realm created by the You Tian Python clan. The concentration of heaven and earth vitality here is more than 100 times stronger than that outside, and this Qiankun realm has been operated by the You Tian Python clan for thousands of years, regardless of refining, it has been continuously consolidated, and it is full of all kinds of precious medicinal materials, countless spirit fruits and spiritual trees, and any one of them is a super treasure, and this white phosphorus realm created by gathering all the resources of the You Tian Python clan can be said to be the treasure of the You Tian Python family. The speed of cultivation here is extremely fast, and in addition, there is a ban in this white phosphorus realm, unless permission is obtained. Otherwise, even a saint would not be able to break in.

At this time, Bai Wanjun continued to refine the palm print on his chest, and he had already used a powerful demonic energy to wrap it. After all, he is a saint, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be hit so easily. I saw the air fluctuating on the side. Then an old man dressed in black appeared in the White Phosphorus Realm.

"The white man has seen the patriarch!" The old man saluted and asked after seeing Bai Wanjun, very respectful. Although he himself is also extraordinary, with a holy stigma aura, he is a half-saint cultivator, but he is still a head short in front of Bai Wanjun.

Half-saints and saints, the difference is more than ten thousand miles.

"Elder Renqiu, how is the matter investigated?" Bai Wanjun is the head of the clan, so he is naturally extremely majestic, and he doesn't even open his eyes when he speaks, but even so, he can make people feel a terrifying coercion.

This is called the elder of the white man's hatred, which is second only to the patriarch of the You Tian Python clan, and it can be said that he is above ten thousand people under one person, and he is in charge of the affairs of the clan, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the deputy patriarch.

The white man Qiu hurriedly bowed down and said: "Patriarch, the matter has been clarified, that Black Immortal, as the leader of the Black Demon Mill Mountain, has only practiced a holy mark for hundreds of years, and he is only a half-saint, and he has not broken through to become a demon saint, but just recently, he has made a huge breakthrough, and the results I have found out, Elder Baichen and Mr. Feng on Ten Thousand Demon Island in my clan are afraid that they have been poisoned by the black underworld, it is he who has refined Elder Baichen and Mr. Feng, and obtained the holy stigma hidden in Mr. Feng's body, so that he can break through the bottleneck and become a saint!"

"Is there such a thing?" Bai Wanjun finally opened his eyes and looked at his appearance, he was only in his forties, but this was the appearance of him as a human, and his true lifespan had already passed three thousand years.

Especially after he cultivated to become a demon saint, his lifespan is even longer, one holy mark is three thousand years of life, and he has three, which means that he is enough to survive for ten thousand years.

"That black shadow is so bold, even the people of my Heavenly Python clan dare to kill, it is simply a way to kill himself, but if he is not so bold, I am afraid that he will not be able to become a demon saint in a short time, let alone dare to challenge my majesty. Old Mr. Feng of Ten Thousand Demon Island, his identity is special, even if I see it, I have to be respectful, it is because there is a great sage behind Mr. Feng who has survived several holy tribulations, and that black underworld is not afraid of offending that great sage, it is really crazy!" Bai Wanjun said slowly, and at the same time, he had been refining the blood palm print, and at this moment, the blood palm print had been compressed to half of its previous size.

"Yes, this matter is true, and it ......" the white man thought for a while and said, "This matter also involves the eldest lady!"

As soon as the three words of the eldest lady appeared, Bai Wanjun's face immediately changed, and even when he was struggling to refine the bloody handprint, he had never changed his face before, just because he had seen too many things, and he had experienced countless life-and-death battles. But after hearing the words 'eldest lady', a generation of demon saints finally couldn't sit still.

He immediately stopped refining the bloody handprint, and instead reached the white man's face in an extremely fast way in an instant, even the latter's half-saint cultivator didn't react at all. Seeing that Bai Wanjun no longer had the calm and calm he had before, he asked extremely anxiously: "Elder Renqiu, you just said that the eldest lady, could it be that there is news of Miaohan?"

The voice was urgent, but there was a hint of surprise and anticipation in it.

The white man hurriedly said: "Yes, Miss Miaohan has been missing for hundreds of years for no reason, I know that the patriarch has no day in his heart, and now I heard that the black underworld found Miss Miaohan from which Qiankun realm, and held her hostage, Elder Baichen is to rescue Miss Miaohan, so he was plotted by the black underworld, and now Miss Miaohan is likely to be in the hands of the black underworld!"

"Bold!" With an angry roar, Bai Wanjun's eyes widened, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body, and immediately the entire White Phosphorus Realm was filled with wind and thunder, and the earth shook the sky, this was the power of the saint.

Not to mention that in this white phosphorus realm, even the demon realm outside, at this moment, the sky has suddenly changed, you must know that it can affect the change of wind and clouds in a Qiankun realm, and only a saint will have such a means. For a while, many masters in the demon world were speculating about which demon saint was furious, thinking that someone must be unlucky.

Looking at Bai Wanjun again, at this moment, the momentum of the demon saint-level master was revealed, that is, the white feud of the half-saint cultivator, and at this moment, he was also forced out dozens of meters away by this momentum, and he had to use all his strength to resist this terrible impact.

After a while, Bai Wanjun finally regained his composure, but at this moment he still had an angry face, so that people didn't dare to speak loudly in front of him, and the white man in the distance thought about it and walked over cautiously and said: "Patriarch, don't be angry, that Hei Ming knows that Miss Miaohan is your daughter, and you will definitely not dare to mess around, now as long as you refine this bloody handprint and restore your strength, you will definitely be able to kill Hei Ming and rescue the eldest lady." Moreover, after hundreds of years of accumulation, your cultivation should be enough to survive a holy tribulation, as long as you survive a holy tribulation, then you will be a tribulation saint, that is, the ten demon saints are not your opponents, are you still afraid of the dark underworld when the time comes?"

Hearing the words of the white man's hatred, Bai Wanjun nodded and said: "You are right, I am also concerned about the chaos, since Miaohan may be in the hands of that black underworld, he must have a plan, as long as the goal has not been achieved, it will never be possible to hurt Miaohan, and the other party is now also a demon saint, although he is still far inferior to me, but I can't handle the other party at will, but if I survive a holy tribulation and become a tribulation saint, it will be easy to deal with the black underworld!"

It seems that he has found a solution to the problem, Bai Wanjun's whole person is in good spirits, and he is about to start continuing to fight the tribulation.

He had already attained sainthood hundreds of years ago, and he only cared about retreat and cultivation, and neglected to take care of his daughter, which led to the disappearance of his daughter Miaohan only a few days later.

Bai Wanjun didn't think so at the time, when he became a great sage, he was full of confidence, and he asked himself that he could shuttle through the major Qiankun realms at will, and the means reached the sky, no matter where Miaohan was, he could find it, which was also because the Youtian Python clan could have a unique sensing ability, even if it was thousands of miles away.

It's just that this time, Bai Wanjun miscalculated.

He didn't know that his baby daughter Bai Miaohan was sealed by the Zixiao Gourd, the treasure of the Six Tribulations Great Sage, so he searched all over the major Qiankun Realms after that, and even entered the Holy Realm to find it in vain.

This incident obviously made Bai Wanjun's heart forever painful, and then he searched for hundreds of years intermittently, but it was still fruitless. It's just that it is obviously impossible to make a demon saint give up hope.

Therefore, Bai Wanjun also found his master in the Holy Realm, and found an extremely powerful saint to predict the good fortune of life and death for Bai Miaohan.

The latter is also worthy of being a master, and he really calculated some heavenly opportunities and told Bai Wanjun that although his daughter was in danger, she did not die, of course, it was difficult to see a trace of clues in addition.

And until his baby daughter didn't die, Bai Wanjun finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, as long as there is no soul scattered, there will be a day when they will meet. (To be continued......)