Although it is a casual shot, the power of the demon king's true body is extraordinary, even if it is a golden person, you have to deal with it carefully.

The huge power of the true body condensed into a tiger claw the size of a small mountain bag in mid-air, and crushed towards Chen An's small body, as if it was about to be crushed into minced meat in the next moment.

It's just that the tiger claw was only halfway there, and the huge power it carried suddenly disappeared into invisibility, as if it had never existed. And Chen An, shrouded by huge power, is also safe and sound.

The ghost was stunned, and his body couldn't help but pause, and he stopped in mid-air. In surprise, he looked at the little person who he had just ignored at all. He was sure that he had used force for the blow just now, and the power of the surrounding spatial realm was quite stable, and there was no possibility that anyone else would intervene to block the palm he had just made, and he didn't even feel the fluctuation of his vitality.

So what the hell just happened?

Ghost Wu looked at Chen Anlai with interest, yes, just interested in facing it, he had just achieved the true body of the demon king, and when he was satisfied, he didn't feel that there was anything in this world that could threaten the true body demon king who was similar to the power of the immortals.

Even if the Contemporary Demon Emperor has the ability to defeat him, don't try to take him down easily. As for the rumored god Zhenguo Gong, if he met it, he really wanted to see what the master of the entire Xianmen who could force him to bow down to was like.

So because of his curiosity about the unknown, he temporarily suppressed his anger towards Xuan Yuezhen and the others, flew to Chen An's approach, grabbed it with his big hand, and wanted to catch Chen An and take a closer look. Anyway, there is still a long distance from the "Mountain City" here, and with the ability of his real demon, the two of them can't run away, and it's nothing to delay a little bit.

The invisible squeezing force restrained Chen An's body, and it seemed that he would be dragged up in the next moment, but it only seemed that Chen An at this time seemed to be growing on the ground, and no matter how hard the ghost Wu tried, he couldn't move him a bit.

In this way, Ghost Wu couldn't help but gradually become anxious, he was not a patient demon, he used to punch him when he encountered something, how could there be so much trouble. Now that my behavior is blocked, I am naturally accustomed to the simplest solution.

He roared with a tiger, and a real shadow appeared behind him, which was actually a mountain-sized white-fronted tiger with black hair and white lines.

He stretched out his arms and strangled forward, his body bulging, his arms raised, and he was obviously using all his strength. The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and for a while, the wind is raging on the mountain road, the sand is flying and the rocks are gone, and the craggy mountain walls are polished almost smooth like a mirror.

There is also the sound of the wind howling like the cry of thousands of ghosts, devouring people's minds, if there is an ordinary Jindan Sect Master here, even if he is not in the field, just hearing this howling sound is also the end of the collapse of the original god.

In front of this scene that seemed to be a natural disaster, he saw Chen An slowly raise his head, revealing a pale and strange face, which was simply different from when he had just followed Xuan Yuezhen.

The snow-white face was full of gray gas, and the expression on his face was cold and stiff, especially a pair of pitch-black pupils, which turned into scarlet color at some point, and radiated a dazzling brilliance with bloody meaning, which made people can't help but be attracted to their eyes and can't extricate themselves.

Even the ghost who condensed the true body of the demon king was stared at by this pair of demonic pupils, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and forgot the movements in his hands.

Xuan Yuezhen and Na Xuezhi ran for their lives, and they no longer cared about seeking revenge against each other.

How terrifying is the true body demon king, the immortal sect monk who has been fighting with the demon clan for countless years has the most right to speak. The Yuanshen-level combat power is majestic, but in reality, it is still a grade worse than the real immortal power. With the help of the sect's large array, it is only a defensive position, and it is only a one-on-one to pull out, and if you can escape with your life, you can be considered the best among them.

Besides, it's a ghost, born with a different species.

The talented big demon, wanting to find the root marrow, refine the bloodline of the distant ancestors, and condense the true body of the demon king is an extremely difficult thing, which is several times more difficult than the ordinary demon clan. But once you become a demon king, your strength will also increase exponentially, and you will be able to obtain supernatural powers immediately, and your combat power will far exceed that of ordinary demon kings and real people at the same stage.

When the ghost Wu was still a big demon, it was not something that a few peak refining gods could easily suppress, and now he has condensed the true body of the demon king, and his ability is thorough, even if he is a real person of the Yuan God without the help of the spirit treasure, he will not dare to grab his edge lightly.

The so-called primordial god-level combat power such as Xue Zhi and Xuan Yue Zhen may even be able to resist one or two or even retreat in front of ordinary demon kings. But now in the face of the ghost, still seriously injured by the other party's cunning sneak attack, let alone retreating, it can really be described as lifeless.

The two of them just escaped from the shell of the golden cicada, and now they are running for their lives, all they have done is to obey the fate of heaven. Xuan Yuezhen only hopes that the scouts of the Golden Phoenix Army can be vigilant to discover the movement caused by herself and the others just now, and come to investigate, so as to delay the pursuit of the ghosts, otherwise she really does not have the confidence to escape with her life under the hands of a talented true body demon king.

"Roaring ......"

The terrifying howl ignored the barriers of the mountains and rivers, turning into visible ripples, and in an instant, it brushed over the bodies of the two people.

Xuan Yue Zhen was already injured, and when he was swept away by this ripple, he immediately spewed out a mouthful of reverse blood and added to the injury, and the light also rippled in this substantial sound wave, almost collapsing. She gritted her teeth, forcibly endured the fishy sweetness in her mouth, and then Cui Sanzhen Yuan, only to maintain the light of escape, and barely maintained the previous speed. It's just that this empty body made her fall into deep despair, and she didn't have any hope of being able to escape to the patrol area of the Golden Phoenix Army.

At this moment of life and death, what she couldn't let go of in her heart was not the disciple of Baihua Valley, nor the Taoist system of the plain woman, but the wonderful thing was the old enemy who had fought with her all her life.

So even though she was in a difficult situation now, she couldn't help but look up at Na Xuezhi's situation.

I saw a burst of white light flickering on the body of Xue Zhi, who was swept by the sound wave, without any damage, but accelerated by three points, directly throwing Xuan Yuezhen away.

Xuan Yuezhen was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and felt a burst of sadness in her heart, chewing a noun bitterly in her mouth: "Baishui Jinse". As a merit holy weapon, Fu Xiqin is probably not much better than the innate spirit treasure, and that Xue Zhi is limited to cultivation and cannot exert its full power, but it is more than enough to resist the attack of the master at a critical moment.

Who can be blamed for this? Blame yourself for being too poor in the Valley of Hundred Flowers?

Xuan Yue really thought bitterly, and at the same time realized that Xue Zhi's thoughts, she didn't need to run fast, as long as she was faster than herself. Once Ghost Wu catches up, she can also buy her time to escape with a single blow.

It's ridiculous that he used to calculate the other party in a thousand ways, but now not only does he not know the life and death of the "tool" used to calculate the other party, but he is afraid that he will lose it, which is really providential.

Thinking of this, a sense of resentment couldn't help but fill his chest, and he couldn't be happy, and he thought fiercely in his heart whether to wait until the ghost Wu caught up, not to resist, and directly let the other party shoot himself to death, saving him time to catch up with that Xuezhi, and ending up with this old enemy.

It's just that before she could make up her mind, she suddenly felt something different around her.

The crimson light is like the afterglow of the setting sun, which permeates the mountains, but traces its source to ......

"What is that?Blood Moon?" a hesitant voice sounded behind Xuan Yuezhen, and she didn't have to look back to know that it was Xue Zhi's voice.

At some point, both of them involuntarily stopped, staring at a curved blood-colored crescent moon that inexplicably appeared in the sky.

This crescent moon is as thin and curved as a lover's eyes, gentle and subtle, but it emits an all-pervasive blood-colored light, infecting all the peaks of the entire Wansheng Mountain. The crimson color should be gorgeous, but this blood-colored crescent moon seems to tell a certain depression and a kind of desolation, a bleak beauty, brushing the tips of the hearts of those who can see it, making people have a sense of regret and despair that the beauty is no longer in the twilight.

"Roaring ......"

Another loud roar resounded through the mountains, snatching the attention of Xuan Yuezhen and Na Xuezhi from the blood moon.

A giant tiger with black hair and white stripes the size of a mountain, perched on the top of a mountain, roared at the moon. It's just that there is no trace of the previous majesty in this whistle, but there is a sense of whimpering and begging for mercy, and there is a trace of despair, as well as a little bit of death.

It is like a criminal who wants to commit suicide in fear of sin, but is condemned by his conscience in vain to obtain the forgiveness of the people of the time.

......

Surrounded by rockeries and emerald stones, dotted with exotic flowers and plants, and in a small garden decorated with blue waves and ponds, a monk in Tsing Yi reclined on a smooth lying stone, listening to the sound of Lin Haitao and the whispering of insects and birds with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at a blood-colored crescent moon hanging in the sky.

He whispered to himself, "Has it already begun? Is this a sign?"

......

Central Boundary, Western Regions, Kunlun Mountains.

Su Han seemed to be looking for something here, walking deep and shallow on the top of the mountain covered by ice and snow for many years. At this time, I felt something, and looked up in the direction of San'in in surprise, only to see a piece of red light coming out, straight into the sky.

He blurted out in surprise, "What the hell?"

......

Kunlun Hao Heavenly Realm, Wansheng Mountain, "City in the Mountain".

In the suspended Qingxiao Palace, a gray-clothed old man hurriedly walked out, his fairy wind Dao bones and crane hair were childish, and there was a little starlight in the center of his eyebrows, which looked quite a bit of a masterful demeanor.

It's just that his image is not very good at this time, holding a vermilion gourd in one hand, and a purple gold pill in two fingers in the other hand, it seems that he is about to fill it, but he is interrupted by a dark induction, and he hurriedly comes out to check something.

And when he saw the blood-colored crescent moon in the sky, the whole person froze, and his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg.

It stands to reason that he has never seen any winds and waves in his tens of thousands of years of life, but the scene in front of him is so shocking that he can't help but recall the rumors and anecdotes that he turned out from the pile of old papers a long, long time ago when he was young, and even unconsciously recited what he saw from the book.

"At the end of antiquity, the blood moon was in the sky, the hundreds of tribes cried, thousands of miles of barren mounds, the end of the era, and the catastrophe of the apocalypse. ”

"This is the Blood Moon? Is this the Blood Moon Arc Slash? ”