I saw that the Ancient Demon Sword turned into a black shadow, and then it brought up the blood gushing out!

Before the Qingxuan Dao people could react, they were slashed by the ancient demon sword.

The blood turned into long strips in the air and headed towards the body of the Ancient Demon Sword.

The neck was slashed, the wound was so big, the blood should have been gushing, but the blood was sent to the Ancient Demon Sword like a trickle.

After absorbing the blood of the Qing Xuan Dao people, the Ancient Demon Sword bloomed with a demonic red glow, and then flew towards the rest of the disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect with a bang.

Those people found that the Qing Xuan Dao people were instantly killed by the Ancient Demon Sword, and they were immediately frightened and fled in all directions, but where could their escape technique compare to the sword light of the Ancient Demon Sword.

A strange red glow appeared, and in a few flashes, all the disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect turned into souls under the sword.

Huang Tingjian no longer supported the mountain protection array at this time, but went in the direction of Zhou Xueting.

When he found out that Zhou Xueting was still alive and was only unconscious because of too much spiritual energy consumption, Huang Tingjian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With a sword roar, the Ancient Demon Sword returned to the Zhongyun Palace.

White hair flying, hair hanging lightly,

Zhou An sat on a stone step in the Zhongyun Palace, and the Ancient Demon Sword came up and lay on Zhou An's right hand, no matter how thick the bloody aura was, the Ancient Demon Sword did not dare to show the slightest tyrannical killing intent.

"There has to be a result of this, what do you say?" Zhou An asked.

The ancient demon sword seemed to understand what Zhou An was going to do, and the red light of the sword body moved.

"Then let's go, cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

Zhou An stood up as he spoke, and the Ancient Demon Sword followed behind Zhou An like a pious servant.

The two disappeared with the wind, and nothing could be found except the remnants of tyranny.

……

Xuanming Holy Sect,

Lock Demon Tower,

An old man with a disheveled hair and an extremely terrifying face was pinching the neck of a monster, constantly absorbing the life source of that monster.

When the source is absorbed, the old man throws away the monster casually.

If the disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect saw it, they would definitely be able to recognize this old man as the sect advocate Han.

After the life of the monster was absorbed, the yellow and loose skin became tight, and Zhang Han closed his eyes with great satisfaction.

A piece of black crow ordered the phaseless magic skill that he had exchanged from the blood-burning old demon, so that he no longer had to fear death, and he could continue to absorb the lives of others and transform them into his own use.

There are already countless demon corpses piled up under his feet, and the Lock Demon Tower has imprisoned countless demons, which is just right to cultivate the Phaseless Demon Skill.

"You're absorbing too fast, and it's easy to fall into the devil." An old man wearing a red robe, with a blood-red beard from his hair to his eyebrows, appeared behind Zhang Han.

The old man's tone seemed to be admonishing, but he didn't stop it at all, on the contrary, he had the mentality of watching the excitement.

Zhang Han glanced back at the old man: "Burning Blood Old Demon, don't talk too much, remember, I am the one who let you out." ”

"Then please." The Blood-Burning Old Demon took two steps back.

Zhang Han looked at the monsters on the top layer of his head, his throat was stirring up and down, these monsters were no longer ordinary monsters in his eyes, but nourishment, nourishment for his immortality!

At this time, Zhang Han was already close to the mad demon, and the blood-burning old demon knew that once the monsters in this lock demon tower were not enough to eat, he would leave the lock demon tower and go out to eat people.

At that time, the sect master of the Xuanming Holy Sect actually fell into the demon and endangered one party, which seemed to be a ridiculous scene when he thought about it.

"I heard your son died?" The Bloody Old Demon had a sneer on his face.

Hearing this, Zhang Han's face was covered with frost. Xuan Mingzi died in Qingyun Sect, and the blood debt must be paid in blood!

I don't know if the coward of the Qingxuan Daoist has eliminated the Qingyun Sect's mountain protection array, but even if he can't get rid of it, he can still destroy the Qingyun Sect.

Just as Zhang Han was about to continue walking towards the upper floor, suddenly, an extremely terrifying sword intent came from outside the Xuanming Holy Sect!

Rumble!

The sky was cut open by the blood-red sword light, and the main hall of the Xuanming Holy Sect collapsed into ruins!

……

Outside the Xuanming Holy Sect, Zhou stood there quietly, his whole body was still wearing coarse linen clothes, and the ancient demon sword stood in mid-air.

Looking at the gradually disappearing sword light, Zhou An said, "It's okay." ”

Simple two words, the sword body trembled after the ancient demon sword heard it, it was happy, and Zhou An actually praised it.

The Xuanming Holy Sect's mountain protection array had been unfolded, and the golden diaphragm surrounded the Xuanming Holy Sect, and the elders and disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect all rushed out.

The movement just now was too big, and it had already alarmed everyone in the Xuanming Holy Sect.

Huaguang continued to pass by, and the major elders of the Xuanming Holy Sect had already arrived, and the last one was Zhang Han.

Zhang Han looked back at the main hall of the Xuanming Holy Sect, and when he found that the main hall had been bombed into ruins, the word anger was written all over his face!

It's only been a few days since his son died, and someone dares to come to the Xuanming Holy Sect at this time to cause trouble!

"Who dares to make trouble in my Xuanming Holy Sect? Impatient?! Zhang Hanqing jumped violently and looked out of the mountain road.

When I looked closely, I found a young man in a coarse linen dress standing outside the mountain road.

"I've heard a saying that the more incompetent a person is, the more fierce he screams, what do you think?" Zhou An looked at the Ancient Demon Sword and asked.

The body of the Ancient Demon Sword trembled slightly, as if in response.

Zhou An felt the response from the Ancient Demon Sword and nodded: "Because I don't have the ability, I can shout, I can really understand it like this." ”

Finding that Zhou An seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the sword behind him, the anger on Zhang Han's face was even stronger.

A gray-robed elder stood up and said angrily at Zhou An: "The erector is arrogant! ”

Bang bang bang!!

The brilliance on the gray-robed elder's body bloomed, and he suddenly rushed towards Zhou An, and the aura on the gray-robed elder's body was revealed, and it turned out to be a cultivation power in the god transformation stage!

The Xuanming Holy Sect deserves to be a first-class sect, and there are many cultivators as powerful as this gray-robed elder in the Xuanming Holy Sect!

The power of the Transformation Stage is enough to stand out in this world, and there are tens of millions of cultivators in the world, but more than ninety percent of cultivators cannot reach the Yuan Infant Stage, let alone after the Yuan Infant Stage.

The gray-robed elder was extremely fast, and he came to Zhou An's side almost in a breath, he was holding a whisk in his hand, he just wanted to use the whisk in his hand to smoke Zhou An's skin and flesh!

The dust swept the strong wind and came to Zhou An.

The clear light flickered, but what made the gray-robed elder unbelievable was that his dust had not yet waved in front of Zhou An, and it actually dissipated in the air!

Zhou An glanced at the gray-robed elder, and suddenly, an incomparably terrifying spiritual pressure attacked him!

Unguarded, the gray-robed elder knelt down at Zhou An!

"This elder doesn't have to kneel down when he sees me, right?"

The corners of Zhou An's mouth were hooked, and a faint smile emerged.

But this scene made people unable to laugh at all, Zhang Han and the elders and disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect all looked at Zhou An angrily!

The gray-robed elder was sweating profusely, and he said angrily at Zhou An: "What kind of demon method did you use for this evil obstacle?!" ”

Zhou An put away a faint smile on his face, glanced at the gray-robed elder indifferently, and then gave a sigh of gratitude, and in an instant, the gray-robed elder's head seemed to have a thousand catties of gravity, pressing his head and smashing it to the ground!

Boom!

With this smash, the whole ground sank in!

Zhou An nodded with satisfaction: "One head is not enough." ”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As if listening to Zhou An's words, the gray-robed elder kept knocking on the ground, and every time he knocked, his body would sink, and the ground would be torn apart!

Everyone around gasped, what was going on?!