That piece of skin covered the head of the "Demon Bearer", sealed his mouth and nose, and wrapped it three times.

The "Demon Bearer" stretched out his hands and frantically tore at the piece of skin wrapped around his head, but the skin was stuck to his body like a dog skin plaster, full of toughness, and he couldn't tear it off at all.

The arms and legs of the skin wrapped around the arms of the "Demon Bearer" like a snake.

The demonic energy on the "Demon Bearer" is surging, and the "Demon Pattern" is all over the body.

Blood continued to flow from the wound on his chest, and a patch of skin flowed like melted beeswax to the wound, and then covered the wound.

Sucking his blood, she seeped into his body along the wound.

"Your "Demon God Armor Removal" magic power can't be used twice in a short period of time, and there will be a great burden on the body after using it. “

The skin that wrapped the "Demon Bearer" said.

"You shouldn't have to make an inch, and you shouldn't hurt her!"

"Don't struggle hard, give up, your blood, your body, your skin, I take it!"

Woo, woo, woo, the "Demon Bearer" struggled hard, and there was a shocking magical power that could not be used at this time.

Melted skin seeped down the wound into his body.

The strength of the "Demon Bearer" struggle is getting smaller and smaller, and the "magic lines" on his body are getting darker and darker.

"That's right, it's not death, it's a different way to live."

Suddenly, the magic patterns on the body of the "back demon" suddenly appeared, all over the body, as dark as thick ink, and then the body expanded rapidly, and soon swelled, like blowing up a balloon.

The skin wrapped around the "Demon Bearer" suddenly loosened, and it suddenly shrank into the red armor.

Immediately after that, with a bang, the "Demon Bearer" exploded all at once, and the blue-black demonic qi quickly rushed around, rolling in waves, and dusty air.

A moment later, the dust dissipated, and a faint blue-black aura wafted in mid-air.

A large crater with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in the ground. In the middle of the crater was a pool of blood, surrounded by some debris.

The "Demon Bearer" is gone, shattered and destroyed.

Click, an armored hand came out of the dirt.

The man in armor jumped out of the dirt at once. Looking at the big pit in front of him, his face was gloomy.

"The demon god explodes his body, he would rather die than give in, he is a man!" He gave a thumbs up to the dirt pit.

"It's a pity, what a body, what a skin!"

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his tongue red.

Well, his body suddenly trembled, and a crack appeared on his body, extending from his forehead to his lower abdomen.

"What a powerful sword!"

He covered his forehead, his body trembled, and he retreated. There was another skin on the ground, and a sword mark in the middle split the skin in two.

Standing on the ground with a spear, he turned his head to look into the distance.

"Wait for me." Muttered.

In the distance, the sky was already dark, the clouds had not yet dispersed, but the rain had stopped, and the vehicles of the Special Service had arrived.

Both Luo Mi and Qi Chuanjia need to undergo further treatment.

"Thank you."

Before leaving, Luo Mi thanked Wang Qian again. Wang Qian smiled and waved his hand.

"Take care and goodbye." After speaking, the figure flashed, and the person disappeared.

Come like a god descending to earth, go like a gust of wind, come in a hurry, hurry through.

"I heard you call him Professor just now?" Luo Mi asked Qi Chuanjia on the side.

"Yes, he is a professor at Qizhou College, and his surname is Wang Qian."

"What does he teach in the academy?"

Luo Mi was a little curious, she really didn't expect that there would be such an amazing and brilliant character in the land of Qizhou, according to the magic power he just showed, he really shouldn't be a nameless.

"Talismans."

"Talisman?" Luo Mi was slightly stunned, "His talisman is indeed very strong. ”

"He is not only proficient in talismans, but also proficient in immortal scripts, and also knows the method of divination, I just learned that his swordsmanship is also so strong."

Thinking of Wang Gan's sword just now, Qi Chuanjia couldn't help but admire, this was the strongest sword he had seen in his cultivation for so long.

"That sword is indeed very strong, the sword in his hand is extraordinary, it is a fairy sword."

"Mmmm, it's not an ordinary magic weapon at first glance." Qi Chuanjia nodded.

"It's not an ordinary fairy sword, it's an ancient fairy sword."

"Ancient Immortal Sword?" Qi Chuanjia subconsciously looked at the ancient sword in Luo Mi's hand.

It is rumored that the sword in her hand is also an ancient immortal sword, and its power is amazing.

"The sword in his hand should be more than the fairy sword in my hand."

"yes, how many swords like this are there?"

"It is rumored that there are eight ...... in total"

Before he finished speaking, a figure came from far and near, at first it was far away, but it was just a small person, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

It was a thin old man in a robe, in his sixties, not tall, with bright eyes, a bun, and a mustache.

"Xiaomi, are you okay?" As soon as he arrived, he asked Luo Mi nervously.

"Master, why are you here?"

"I had a nightmare last night, I dreamed of eating hot pot with you, and my eyelids kept jumping in the morning, so I found someone surnamed An to give a divination, and it turned out to be a big murderer, and I called you and didn't answer, so I rushed over."

"What kind of nightmare is eating hot pot together?" Qi Chuanjia on the side was stunned when he heard this.

"Demon Bearer, Red Armor Spear?" Listening to his apprentice's words, Lao Dao pondered for a moment.

"Little one, do you have any eyesight, don't you see that I'm talking to my baby apprentice, dear, stay away from us." He suddenly turned his head and rushed to Qi Chuan Jia on the side.

"I'll go, old man!" Qi Chuanjia was stunned for a moment, got up and walked away.

"I knew you five hundred years ago, could it be that I knew your past life?" The old man reached out and stroked his beard.

"You said that the person who saved you still has a fairy sword in his hand?"

"Yes, I feel more on top of this "Kan Sword" in my hand. ”

Hiss, Lao Dao took a deep breath after hearing this.

"These ancient eight swords are extraordinary, only the two swords of "Qiankun" have a higher status than the other six swords. Could it be that he was holding one of those two swords? “

"No, if those two swords appear in the world, there will definitely be signs, where is the person who helped you now?"

"You'll have to ask him." Luo Mi pointed to Qi Chuanjia, who was about to leave.

"Hey, boy, come here, I have something to ask you."

"Why?" Qi Chuanjia didn't hear it.

Hey, the old man stretched out his hand and shook it, and a golden rope of light flew out and tied Qi Chuanjia, and pulled him over at once. After asking a few words, Qi Chuanjia just said three words, "I don't know".

"Very good, you kid has backbone!" The old man flicked his sleeves angrily and lifted him out directly, landing smoothly.

"Let's go, let's heal first." He said softly to Luo Mi on the side.

Hundreds of kilometers away on "Mt. Kanshiba".

Wang Qian lay in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, thinking about today's fight.

Whether it is a "demon bearer" or a man in red armor, his cultivation is considered to be clever, and their methods are endless.

Wang Qian was not complacent because of the victory, he was summing up lessons and lessons and learning from each other's strong points.

Cultivation is to move forward in a constant process of understanding and summarizing. It wasn't until late at night that he turned off the lights and rested.

At about nine o'clock the next morning, a thin old man came to the foot of "Shenzhi Mountain". Look up at the mountain in front of you.

"Well, the aura is rich, and it is a blessed land."

He walked up the mountain and walked straight towards the hut where Wang Qian was, and when he reached the outside of the formation, he saw the group's black qi floating in mid-air.

"Little one, don't pretend to be a ghost with me, you're far from doing this."

He smiled, raised his hand a little, and a golden light flew out and landed on the black qi, which burst at once, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

The black gas dissipated, and the weasel's figure was revealed, blinking a pair of smart little eyes to look at Lao Dao.

"I'm here to visit the master here, you are the spirit beast he raised, don't worry, I have no malicious intent." Lao Dao smiled and said to the weasel.