"Roar!"

Poor Strange roared.

After venting the resentment in his heart for ten thousand years, he immediately shifted his attention to the following.

The aura on Yujing Mountain made it feel threatened.

After 10,000 years of suppression and sealing, the physical body has long been decayed, and only the powerful demon soul can still be retained.

Now it's a big loss of cultivation, the realm has fallen, and only the demon soul has the cultivation of returning to the virtual realm.

It is urgent to replenish energy, heal and recover, and urgently need a strong body to warm the demon soul.

Call!

The wind is howling.

The Poor Strange Demon Soul rolled up the ten thousand demon clouds and swooped down, and at a glance he saw the corpse of Wei Qingcang whose neck was broken in the ruins.

The gray-green light flashed, turning into an afterimage and rushing into the remnant.

"Taixuzi, ten thousand years of torture, this king will return it to you twice!" Wei Qingcang's corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

A hoarse voice roared with bitter anger.

"The younger generation Chi Lian, on the order of the Demon Emperor, is here to greet Lord Qiqi!" Chilian Enchantress turned into a fragrant wind and appeared in front of him.

Qi Qi moved his neck, turned his head stiffly, his eyes were tyrannical, staring at her bewitching cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "Demon Emperor? What a guts......"

"The demon clan in the world dares to have a demon who calls himself the demon emperor?!"

The tone was cold and the atmosphere was depressing.

"My demon emperor is in the blood of the demon emperor, and it is not an exagger......ation to call himself the demon emperor," Chilian Demon Queen said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Twisting the waist of the water snake, he came to him, bowed, and said politely: "Welcome Lord Qiqi to the Heavenly Demon Alliance, join forces with the Demon Emperor to open the door of the Demon Realm, and let the great Demon Clan reign in the world!" ”

In the end, he unfolded his slender jade arm and bowed to the void, feeling emotional, like a fanatical believer.

"This king has his own measure!" Qi Qi said in a deep voice.

Gradually getting used to this human corpse, Wei Qingcang's body began to be nourished by the demon soul and demonized.

His face was distorted, covered in sharp barbs, and a group of hideous demon wings grew from his back.

Halfway through the transformation, he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "It's too weak, this body is too weak!" ”

"Huh!"

As soon as the words fell.

Turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the Yaoguang Ancestor on the opposite side.

It's a vibrant, strong body, and it's very seductive!

Raising his sharp claws, he made a gesture to grab his neck and snatch him.

However.

Before the claws could touch him, a golden light suddenly burst out of his bosom.

On pins and needles!

"Xuanhuang Pagoda?!" Yaoguang Ancestor was overjoyed.

At the critical moment, the pagoda in his arms showed his might, dispersing the terrifying demon soul pressure around him, and recovering his ability to act.

The exquisite Xuanhuang Pagoda bloomed with golden rays, slowly levitated, and stayed above his head, hanging down thousands of golden threads, like a curtain to block all harm and demonic energy.

Looked at.

Qi Qi gritted his teeth and roared, "Damn! It turned out to be the Xuanhuang Pagoda! ”

Roar over.

glanced at Su Ruoke, who was lying on the ground on the side.

His eyes swept over Miaoman's plump figure, and the corners of his eyes revealed a lustful light, and he said to himself: "A delicate body with good talent is okay!" ”

There was just action.

It just so happened that his eyes and Su Ruoke's eyes were looking at each other.

An evil purple magic light flashed in the depths of his pupils, causing him to stiffen in fright, standing still and not daring to move.

Stunned, he said, "This ...... Is this the Mark of the Demons? ”

This woman has a big background, don't move!

Don't dare to move!

"Lord Qiqi, please be merciful to your subordinates, both of them are their own people......" Chilian Enchantress explained.

Spitting out the scarlet core, he shook his waist to block in front of Yaoguang Ancestor and Su Ruoke, and said with a smile like a flower: "If Lord Qiqi wants a young and strong body, there are many bodies in this secret realm for you to choose from. ”

"Especially here, there is also the Daozi of the Taixu Sect......"

As soon as these words came out.

Qiqi exploded in an instant!

Taixu Sect?

It inadvertently pricked his nerves and made him furious.

A tyrannical aura stirred in the air.

His eyes were full of demonic energy, and his face was hideous: "Where is the Taixu Daozi?" The king wants his body...... New hatred and old hatred are liquidated together! ”

Lift your head and suck it in the sky.

The rolling immortal qi turned into a giant tornado, connecting the heavens and the earth, penetrating into his body.

Whale swallows dragon suck!

In an instant.

The immortal qi within a radius of 100 miles was swept away.

And his depleted cultivation rose rapidly, skyrocketing all the way from the Returning to the Void Realm, without any cultivation bottlenecks.

It was not until the peak of the Mahayana realm that it could be stagnant.

It's only a little bit away from the Tribulation Realm!

Indignantly, he said, "Damn! The limits of this body can only be broken through to this realm......"

The aura was reined in, and the entire ever-changing sky returned to calm.

"Hunt time!"

His eyes flashed fiercely, and the demon wings behind him shook, turning into an afterimage and rushing down the mountain.

Next, all the Terran monks who appeared in his field of vision became the blood food in his mouth.

Reign!

"To die! Die! This beast seems to be recovering its cultivation! Xiao Luo exclaimed.

Looking at the earth-shattering disappearance on the top of the mountain, I was scared in my heart, and I couldn't help but pour two more small purple sand teapots in my hands.

"The collapse of Yujing Mountain, the birth of a fierce beast, this is a sign of great evil......" Mei Qian's old Taoist expression was nervous.

While constantly fiddling with the gossip plate, he paced back and forth, pinched his fingers, and muttered to himself: "The teleportation channel to leave the secret realm has not yet reached the opening time, and there is no other way out." ”

An astonishing aura swept down from the top of the mountain.

Shock!

"Qiqi's cultivation has been restored to the Mahayana realm, and it's not that it can't be dealt with!" Wang Hao said in a deep voice.

His words, like a needle in the sea, made everyone feel refreshed.

The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a proud sneer: "Who will kill the deer, it's not certain!" ”

"Brother Wang, let you and I fight side by side again!" Ziyang said excitedly.

picked up the Dan furnace, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "For the sake of the common people in the world, the fierce beast Qiqi will not be born!" ”

"Rush!" Wang Hao said.

With a sword in one hand, he soared into the sky.

"Amitabha, it is the responsibility of my generation to eliminate demons and defend the way and protect the common people!" Monk Zhenjian clasped his hands together.

Reciting a Buddha name, sitting down cross-legged, the treasure is solemn.

"Master, why are you still sitting down, shouldn't you go up with Lao Wang and Daozi to subdue the demon beast?" Xiao Luo asked puzzled.

With a nervous expression, he clutched the small teapot in his palm, came to him, and said with a puzzled expression: "Could it be that the master wants to recite the longitude to transform the beast?" ”

Monk Zhenjian's eyes were closed, deaf to his words.

His face was solemn, and the scriptures in his mouth became faster and faster.

The next second.

The Buddha's light shines!

Infinite golden light bloomed from his body, and bursts of tiger roars exploded in the Buddha's light.

The light of the Buddha condensed and turned into a golden body of an Arhat riding a tiger.

"It's ...... Fuhu Arhat Dharma? Xiao Luo said with his mouth wide open.

No man shall be disguised, and no sea shall be measured.

I never thought that the great monk of Zhenjian, who had mediocre qualifications, would actually condense the Arhat law.

The Fuhu Arhat was bathed in golden light, sitting cross-legged on the tiger's back, as steady as Mount Tai.

The tiger jumped, crossed thousands of meters, chased after Wang Hao and the others, and rushed to the top of the mountain to roll demon clouds.