Xia Luo really didn't know what this old immortal wanted to do at first, but after carefully sensing the trace of the soul he left in this old guy's body, he knew.

This old thing's courage is really big, he actually comprehended a kind of blood array of the Taiwu Demon Sect, and wanted to devour all the monks here.

In fact, he had already reached the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he only needed an opportunity to break through to the Transformation Stage.

Many, many Yuan Infant Stage cultivators are like this, and even some monks with very good cultivation talent have reached the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage early, but they just can't get such a small opportunity, and they can't break through the Transformation Stage until they die.

Xia Luo knew this very well, so he didn't rush to cultivate, step by step, steady and steady.

Otherwise, even if you cultivate to the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage, it will just be a waste of time if you can't find that opportunity.

Therefore, Yan Wudong also wanted to swallow the monks here, not to improve the realm, but simply to use the flesh and blood of these monks to replenish his qi and blood, make him look like a person, and increase his longevity at the same time.

During this period of time in the cultivation realm, he wandered around the fringes every day, and he didn't know how many small sects and small families he had killed to ensure his breath.

However, this method of prolonging life must be flawed, and his current appearance has nothing to do with people at all, and he is completely a zombie.

And it's not like this to be able to continue his life indefinitely, although this magic skill is cowhide, but in the end there will still be a limit, and it is estimated that he will not have a few years left.

His approach was purely one step at a time, but if you think about it, it can only be like this from his point of view.4

Xia Luo looked at his body, although this puppet is only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a body that has become such a Yuan Infant Peak, right?

After thinking about it carefully, he still didn't want to do it directly, after all, it was not easy to get a Yuan Infant puppet, he had to find the kind of Yuan Infant monk who was particularly underbeaten, and use a stratagem to kill him, strip out the Yuan Baby, make a body, and finally fuse the divine soul.

There are still a lot of remaining longevity yuan of this Yuan Baby, so he still doesn't wade into this troubled water, how can this guy love it.

Thinking of this, he stood up and wanted to leave.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"This guy is too greedy, isn't he?"

There was only a trace of the divine soul left in Yan Wudong's body, and as Yan Wudong's cultivation improved, the power of the divine soul would increase more or less, causing the things he could only see to become limited.

So just now, he just guessed what Yan Wudong wanted to do through Yan Wudong's behavior and his understanding of the demonic skills in the Taiwu Demon Sect.

But when he got up to leave, he realized that things were not as simple as he imagined.

This guy's blood array is even more powerful than he thought, this thing will spread, he actually wants to swallow the monks here, and the entire town!

That's a bit of a hassle.

If such a big thing happens here, maybe it will attract the attention of some major sects, and when the time comes, send two disciples here to check and find out that it is a blood array, it will definitely attract the attention of those first-class sects and even holy places.

At that time, it will be lively here, after all, the influence of the Taiwu Demon Sect was not covered at the beginning, and in order to track down Yan Wudong, there will be many masters here.

In case you notice your own small bamboo forest again......

Thinking of this, Xia Luo touched his nose.

In that case, he will wade in the troubled waters this time.

This large-scale banquet, which was led by a Jindan period monk and supported by more than 20 foundation building period monks, soon ushered in the focus.

That's the statue that everyone worships Li Bujue.

Of course, Xia Luo also stood up and worshipped together.

If he was asked to worship other people, he might still be a little embarrassed, but this Li Bujue was just one of his identities in the end, and to put it bluntly, it was still him, so he didn't feel any discomfort.

Just when everyone was kneeling on the ground, maybe serious, maybe pretentious, and they were all worshipping anyway, there was a sudden flash of blood-red light around them.

Everyone was frightened by the light, and stood up to probe with their divine sense.

But as soon as their divine consciousness was used, their brains would tear and ache.

Several disciples of second-rate sects reacted very quickly, and immediately realized that something was wrong and wanted to leave quickly.

But at this time, they found that a blood-colored barrier had appeared around them.

The barrier is so strong that it can't escape at all, and the most important thing is that this thing can also isolate the aura.

The aura here is already thin, and once it is isolated like this, it immediately becomes ineffective, and the slightly more powerful escape magic weapon spirit runes can't be used.

For a while, the pot exploded directly, and countless monks went crazy and generally hammered the barrier with the most primitive methods, trying to break the barrier.

But this is doomed to be in vain.

It didn't take long for some lowly monks to fall to the ground inexplicably, convulsing in pain, and spitting red smoke from their mouths, which was the situation of the qi and blood in their bodies being decomposed.

At that time, Yan Wudong will be able to prolong his life and replenish his qi and blood by absorbing this smoke.

Ferocious, it can only be said to be very ferocious.

But only Xia Luo knew that this blood array could only be said to be relatively mild in front of a large number of heart-wrenching spell formations of the Taiwu Demon Sect, at least there was not much pain in death.

Some spells are really indescribable, and the greatest wish of the person who uses them is to die quickly.

Xia Luo didn't make a move, just sat there calmly and drank wine, fortunately, he had been prepared before, and used the spirit talisman that could protect the body before the aura was isolated.

Otherwise, it's a bit passive now.

It is estimated that the time is almost up, and Yan Wudong, who looks like dry bones, finally slowly crawled out of the shadows.

His mouth, which looked like two bones put together, burst out laughing.

"Struggle, ants, you are destined to be a stepping stone for my enlightenment!"

The terrifying demonic aura on his body was undisguised, and it filled this area like this, and he couldn't help but start laughing out loud as he enjoyed the fear of the people here.

The only Jindan monk on the scene, that is, the great power of the Fuyao Sect, was the only one who was a little more sober except for Xia Luo.

His movements were surprisingly fast, and he knelt directly in front of Yan Wudong.

"Great power, my Fuyao Sect has a rune inheritance that has been passed down for thousands of years, as long as you can let me go, I can hand over all the rune experience to you!"

Hearing this, Yan Wudong first blinked, and then laughed louder.

Seeing him laughing, the elder of the Fuyao Sect, who was extremely frightened, could only laugh dryly, but the other party smiled and suddenly grabbed his neck.

Then, countless red lines spread out from the Fuyao Sect Elder's body, and finally submerged into Yan Wudong's body.

At first, the elder of the Fuyao Sect could still struggle desperately, but after three seconds, he became bloodless, his eyes bulged out, and he no longer had a little breath, and he was sucked alive.

After casually throwing away this guy's body, he turned his head to look at the statue of Li Bujue behind him and smiled again.

"A small Jindan period talisman cultivator, but just an ant, can be worshiped like this by you, and you still want to tempt me with the talisman inheritance? Hahaha! ”

In front of this group of minor monks, he only felt that his sense of superiority was overflowing, and he was like a god-like existence!

After speaking, he condensed his spiritual power in his hand and slapped it towards the statue with one palm.

"Such a humble and weak existence, if it is still alive, will also be crushed by me!"

After a palm, the wind did not stop, and the huge energy fluctuations directly swept away several unlucky monks around, but after a closer look, the statue actually did not move at all.

Yan Wudong still had the terrifying smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the young monk who had taken his palm stubbornly.

After a few moments, the young monk spoke.

"You're completely insane."