The snake dart tightened little by little, and Wu Siyuan waited outside.

But the waiting time was a bit long, and Zhao Fu's bones were much harder than he imagined.

Suddenly, on the surrounding ground, the shadows on the ground were gathering wildly, and the next moment, in the shadow of Wu Siyuan, a pitch-black unicorn suddenly rushed out!

"Shadowmon?!"

Wu Siyuan's eyes widened, as one of the candidates for the Demon Son, he naturally had some understanding of Ling Renjie's methods.

But he also remembered that Ling Renjie had said that there was no one else who could summon the Shadow Beast except him, because only he could use the magic trick to activate the Shadow Finger!

How did Zhao Fu do it?

The pitch-black unicorn was more than two meters tall, and with a strong oppressive force, it raised its hooves towards Wu Siyuan and stepped down fiercely!

Wu Siyuan knew that ordinary attacks were useless against the Shadow Beast, so he could only dodge to the side with a gloomy face.

The Shadow Beast chased after it relentlessly, and began to attack frantically without any scruples, its hooves, horns, and mouth became its means of attack.

Even if Wu Siyuan made a move to break up the Shadow Beast, the Shadow Beast would recover in a very short time.

"Damn Ling Renjie, even if you're dead, you're going to give me trouble!" He said fiercely, helplessly fending off the Shadow Beast's attack.

Just waiting for the Shadow Beast's power to be exhausted and naturally dissipate, for this kind of thing, as a demon cultivator, he has no means to restrain it at all.

Thunder specializes in the shadow, but he is a demon cultivator, and cultivating the Thunder Immortal Technique only makes him miserable, as for the flame, ordinary flames have no effect on the shadow beast.

Wu Siyuan was entangled, and for a while he had to ignore Zhao Fu, who was entangled by iron cables.

It's just that Zhao Fu was tightly entangled at this time, and it was impossible to break free, thinking of this, Wu Siyuan felt a little relieved in his heart.

"It's just a struggle before dying!"

Zhao Fu, who was entangled in the iron rope, really couldn't break free at this time, this snake dart was not an ordinary iron rope, and the snake dart was not an ordinary rope dart, but a magic weapon.

It was difficult to destroy, but Zhao Fu did not give up.

The muscles on his body bulged up, as if crawling with earthworms, and with all his strength, he stretched the iron rope a little distance, causing him to make a movement that violated the laws of the human body.

Then he insisted and made another move, each of which needed to compete with the power of the iron cable.

So after just two movements, he was already sweating profusely.

It's just that Zhao Fu's heart laughed, since he can still do these actions, it means that he can also use other means.

"Nine Heavenly Demon Changes!"

After a few actions, Zhao Fu roared angrily, his hair turned white in an instant, and his body, which originally looked a little thin, was also a little burly at the moment.

The explosive power filled his body, making him want to vent.

His arms stretched out little by little, the blood in Zhao Fu's body boiled, and white smoke came out of his body.

The power of the magic weapon snake dart was really suppressed little by little!

Wu Siyuan, who was in the distance, saw that Zhao Fu, who was entangled in the iron cable, suddenly opened the iron cable, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

Without waiting for him to take back the iron cable, Zhao Fu rushed out directly from the gap in the iron cable, and the roar sounded again, but this time, Wu Siyuan felt the rich demonic aura coming from Zhao Fu's body.

"Demons? You're a demon?!"

Wu Siyuan's eyes widened, and after a moment, he burst out laughing: "I never thought that Zhao Fu, who was jealous and hateful, turned out to be a demon!"

"What if I tell anyone else about this?"

Then he looked with some annoyance at the thick fog that had been prepared by him to block the view of outsiders.

But this dense fog has another function, that is, it can cover the breath.

As long as you are in a thick fog, people outside can't see or feel it.

What Wu Siyuan didn't expect was that the dense fog that was originally used for himself had now become a shield for Zhao Fu, and the people outside would not feel the demonic aura in the dense fog at all.

"You don't have a chance to tell anyone else!"

Zhao Fu's cold voice came, and he rushed to Wu Siyuan's face in the blink of an eye, and the blazing golden flames surged out, instantly winding Wu Siyuan.

The speed of the thunder and fire wings was extremely fast, and even the snake dart did not have time to retract it at this time.

The entangled object was reversed at this moment, and Wu Siyuan only felt that his skin and flesh were exploding in the flames.

Rumble!

The flames rushed into the air, and then exploded, and Wu Siyuan instantly turned into a fireball.

He fell to the ground, wailing, his clothes and flesh burned, but he was still alive.

His hand kept waving the snake dart in his hand, and the chain smashed towards Zhao Fu, and the tip of the cold dart stabbed towards Zhao Fu again.

"Sure enough, it's a tough opponent."

Zhao Fu thought secretly, but Wu Siyuan, who had lost the first opportunity, was not vulnerable at all in his eyes.

The wings of thunder and fire shook suddenly, and his body disappeared directly in place, and the snake dart flew in, but it stabbed into the air.

"Zhao Fu, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Wu Siyuan howled in pain, as if he was a demon from hell, and at this time, Zhao Fu had already come to the top of his head.

"Shake the mountain!"

It was still an ordinary punch, he smashed down on the top of Wu Siyuan's head, and a long wound was directly torn open on his arm by this violent force, and he was drenched in blood.

Rumble!

After casting the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon, the power that had been several times stronger exploded several times under the blessing of the mountain-shaking.

Even if Wu Siyuan was a Heavenly and Human Realm cultivator, it was impossible for him to survive if he took this punch head-on!

The ground suddenly cracked into countless cracks, Wu Siyuan's legs were deeply sunk into the ground, his body trembled, his eyes burst out, blood kept gushing out, and he was instantly evaporated by the flames.

Outside the dense fog, Yin Xiaocai and the other monks and the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect were all waiting anxiously, they couldn't see the battle inside, they couldn't hear the sound, and even the divine thoughts couldn't extend into it.

After a long time, the dense fog finally slowly lifted, and the scene inside was exposed to everyone.

The monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect all smiled, but soon their smiles froze on their faces, because it was Zhao Fu who came out at this time!

Zhao Fu's body was covered with traces of iron ropes, a long wound on his right arm, and a smooth wound on his left wrist, and his entire palm was almost cut off.

His clothes were disheveled, and he was stained with a lot of blood.

Behind him, Wu Siyuan was gone, leaving only a pile of charred ashes on the ground.

Zhao Fu looked up at the Heavenly Demon Sect and showed a smile.