"Put your ancestor's stinky fart. The old pig is Zhu Xianlie, the first vanguard spirit general under the Silver Wing Demon Monarch, you dare to speak presumptuously even if you are a little spirit captain!"

"Stupid pig, what so much nonsense, just cut him down!" a somewhat weak voice came from his arms.

"Auntie, it's easy to kill him, but he must have a lot of helpers in secret, not to mention that we have offended the old girl of the Yin family, it's better to slip away first!"

"You've really lost the face of the demon clan, go back and I'll let Maomaotou clean you up!" the voice in his arms said unrelentingly.

When Zhu Xianlie heard this voice mention Maomaotou, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, and only persuaded him euphemistically: "Auntie, you are injured, let's go back to the demon world first, don't worry about looking for any birdman!"

In mid-air, it was Zhu Jiuzhong, the master of the Slave Academy, who blocked his way, holding a blood-colored long knife in one hand, with an awe-inspiring expression, although the other party was a demon general cultivator, but he had been at the peak of the ninth-level spirit captain for many years, and half a foot had already stepped into the ranks of spirit generals.

Although Zhu Xianlie's words were extremely fierce, he didn't make a move for a long time, his eyes rolled, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

However, two figures flashed in the air at the same time, one with a white face and beard, hunting in long clothes, it was Bai Lang, the lord of the Hina Mansion, and the other was standing with a tiger body and blazing eyes, it was Fan Tian, and the three of them faintly formed a circle of encirclement.

Mu Zhihao and Mu Xuande did not appear in time.

"It's troublesome, auntie, I really guessed correctly, the other party has two more people, and the cultivation is not under me. Zhu Xianlie didn't wait for the voice in his arms to speak, and immediately arched his hand and said: "Three, Zhu is the first vanguard spirit general Zhu Xianlie under the throne of the Silver Wing Demon Monarch of Wuqi Mountain, borrowed your land, please make it convenient, and I will thank you in the future!"

Before his words fell, a hoarse female voice came in a straight line in the distant night sky.

"Mu's friend, please stop that stinky pig for me for a while, Wanhua Mountain has its own reward!"

"It's good now!" Zhu Xianlie shook his head violently, a pair of concave eyes showed a fierce color, the black wind suddenly rose out of thin air, and in an instant, a long-mouthed monster with a body length of five zhang and a height of nearly three zhang came out of it, and pieces of hard armor covered the body, and with a roar in the sky, the huge body crashed into the direction of Zhu Jiuzhong like thunder.

Among the three, with his cultivation being a little lower, the demon general naturally chose him as the target of the breakthrough.

Zhu Jiuzhong snorted coldly, the long scar on his forehead shook, and the blood-colored long knife in his hand seemed to come to life, the blood shadow on it was steaming, and the blood light spurted like a mang, and suddenly with a wave, a long rainbow light flew out of the knife, growing longer and longer in mid-air, and went straight ahead.

The long-mouthed monster roared in its mouth, and then a black whirlwind flew out, colliding with the coming rainbow light, and resounded through the sky like thunder.

At the same time, Fan Tian's body was like electricity, and the Heaven Opening Axe opened and closed widely, circling around his body three times, and a scorching aura spread from all around his body.

"Earthflame Strings!"

As the sharp axe in his palm slashed down in the air, a three-curved arc of flames caught up with the body of the demon Zhu Xianlie's body like lightning.

Bai Lang pulled out a four-foot long sword, the tip of the sword shook in the air a few times, bringing up pieces of phantoms, only to see a cross star sword flower born out of nowhere, as if slow and fast, almost at the same time as Fan Tian's flame axe hit the demon general who fled for his life.

Under the combined attack of the three spiritual cultivators of the human race, Zhu Xianlie had already given up his intention to fight, and let the fierce attacks of the two spirit generals all fall on his body, and the moment he repelled Zhu Jiuzhong, his huge body accelerated and rushed, and the two fangs that stretched out pierced the void in front of him.

The invisible void slammed violently, and the two points that were stabbed by his fangs with all his might, rippled and rippled, and a crack actually opened up, and within the gap, it seemed to present another world of mountains and verdant greenery.

An illusory black pig figure quickly drilled out from Zhu Xianlie's huge demon body, holding a silver Lian in his arms, and he was about to burrow into this gap.

But at this moment, a colorful butterfly seemed to be born from the void, and its wings were flapping gently, and under each fan, there seemed to be a pink mist flying out.

"Colorful poisonous butterflies, such a ruthless stinky woman!" A sharp cry came from the mouth of this illusory black pig, its small body suddenly paused, and in an instant, it disappeared into the vast night with the huge demon body that fell from the sky together.

After a few breaths, a middle-aged woman dressed in colorful flowers appeared, standing in the sky above the side where the demon body fell.

She stretched out her hand and made a gentle move, and the colorful butterfly flew lightly into the long sleeve of her left arm on its own.

"Thank you to the three for their help, but it's a pity that his demon soul escaped, this is 'Yiqing Dan', I think it will be of little help to the three cultivators. ”

This middle-aged woman was Yinxiao, the owner of Wanhua Mountain, her face was cold, she threw out three jade bottles casually, and flew out in three directions.

Hearing the words "Yiqing Dan", Fan Tian, Zhu Jiuzhong, and Bai Lang all looked happy, their expressions hesitated slightly, and they stretched out their palms to catch the jade bottle, but they still kept a distance of three or five zhang from her, as if they were extremely afraid of her and did not dare to get too close.

"Leave it at that. Yinxiao parted his body, his clothes flashed, and the figure was already ten zhang away, and he never looked at the three of them from beginning to end.

"What an arrogant woman!" Bai Lang withdrew the long sword in his hand, and said with a little disdain.

Zhu Jiuzhong didn't care what he said, staring at the darkness below him, not knowing what he was thinking. Only Fan Tian looked at Yinxiao's disappearing back, and there seemed to be a trace of strangeness flashing in his eyes.

This battle had already alarmed all the people in Cangyan Mountain, and the disciples of the Hina Mansion and the Nuyuan all looked at it with surprise and envy.

In a huge underground hall, this hall is about forty zhang high, nearly 100 zhang long and wide, and a large group of black-robed people are busy below.

In the middle of the hall stands a statue as high as 20 zhang, the statue depicts a black-robed person, his face shrouded in a huge hooded shadow, only the two eyes seem to have a ghostly glow, if you look closely, the two shadows are like two deep endless whirlpools, with ordinary people can not detect the fluctuations are slowly turning, the subtle light seems to penetrate the endless distance from the inside of it.

The statue is flanked by two huge pools of blood, and countless skulls float from agitated blood-colored bubbles from time to time. Above the blood pool, countless resentful spirits entangled, circling and flying, wisps of mournful howls came out of their mouths, they seemed to try their best to break free and escape from here, but as if they were bound by an invisible force, they flew back and flew back after only half a distance from the blood pool.

In the empty space of the underground hall, there are iron cages four feet square, and in each iron cage is a young man or teenager no more than twenty years old, and at first glance, the number of iron cages is no less than a thousand. Some of the black-robed people were busy forcibly pouring bowls of liquid with a pungent smell and couldn't tell what kind of medicine it was to the young man in the iron cage, some were painting some strange pitch-black runes on the young people in the cage, and some were holding special leather whips full of strange runes and whipping the young man in the iron cage fiercely.

In front of the huge statue of the black-robed man, there was a large black stone altar that was square to a square foot, and the altar was filled with dense, crystal clear crystal bottles, in which floated a group of pure resentful souls, sometimes conjuring up human faces, with blank expressions, or dementia, or anger, or frightened, each different.

In the depths of the underground hall, there were three other small halls like cages, and at this moment, two black-robed men dressed like statues were standing in front of a small hall on the left.

In the hall, seven young people sat cross-legged, their clothes scattered, but their expressions were different.

A short-haired young man with a red belt on his head and a red shawl stood up at this time, staring at the two black-robed men in front of him without fear.

"I don't care who you are, it's better to let me go back, I won't say a word about the things here, otherwise sooner or later you will regret it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a person behind him suddenly rushed out and pushed him away.

"Wang Yiyang, get out of the way. Two seniors, I am Luo Shiqing of the Hundred Treasures Sect, and the sect master Luo Baiyun is my father, and I am his only illegitimate son, as long as you are willing to let me go, my father will definitely give you a heavy treasure to thank you. ”

Another mocking voice followed.

"Luo Shiqing, you don't dream less! Since we have seen such a forbidden thing as 'sacrifice', how can we get out of here alive, right, two?"

"Ma Yifei, you-"

Listening to their arguments, these seven people were the core disciples of several sects who had been missing for several days.

The two black-robed men looked at them indifferently and argued, and without saying a word, they moved lightly to the front of a small hall on the far right.

Mu Ziyin shrank alone in the corner of the hall, with her hands on her shoulders, her face was pale, the green silk was scattered, and there were still unwiped tears in the corners of her eyes, as if she was frightened.

Little Black Black belly is facing the sky, limbs are in the air, motionless, sleeping at the corner of her skirt.

A moment later, the two black-robed men silently walked out of the underground hall and returned to a secret room that was closed on all sides. In the secret room, there is only one spiritual lantern hanging on the wall, and the light is cold and cold.

First, a black-robed man lifted the hood on his head, revealing a very cold and handsome face, but this person was Mu Ziyin's brother and Mu Zhihao, who was known as the genius of the Mu family.