Yuan Ming raised his hand to capture the demon soul of the man in feather, and after applying the seal, he put it away casually.

This fang is a wind attribute demon, and there is a trace of Dapeng blood in the body, although it is not much, but it is still pure, if it is refined and sealed into the banana fan to refine the spirit, it is still very good.

Then, he glanced at the green feather demon bird that had already appeared with a huge demon body, walked forward quickly, waved his long sword, cut off its two wings, and put it in the storage ring.

After doing all this, Yuan Ming planned to leave and continue to search for more flame beasts.

However, before he could leave, a ray of light suddenly flew from a distance, and seven or eight figures appeared from it, looking at their costumes, they were all demon monks from Bilongtan.

Among them, the leader was a white-haired, bearded, golden-eyed old man, dressed in a purple and gold robe, with a burly figure, exuding a powerful breath of life and coercion.

The few people who followed him, their breath was not weak, and they were all demon clans in the early stage of returning to the void.

Among these people, there is only one exception, it is none other than the Silver Dragon Dao people.

The moment he saw Yuan Ming, he was startled at first, and then his eyes fell on the blue-feathered demon bird that had only a corpse left, and the expression on his face became even more frightened.

"You, you...... You killed the blue crane! The Silver Dragon Daoist pointed at Yuan Ming and shouted loudly.

Naturally, the others also noticed this, and they all stared at Yuan Ming with unkind expressions.

The white-haired old man with golden eyes narrowed his eyes even more, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of murderous intent and almost overflowed.

"Yinlong Daoyou, don't talk nonsense, I just arrived here, this demon corpse has already been thrown here, how can I say that I killed him?" Yuan Ming sneered and said.

As he spoke, his aura was released, and the powerful coercion was not inferior to that tiger-eyed old man, which made the expressions of everyone present change, and a trace of jealousy flashed in their eyes.

With that, he turned and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the Yinlong Daoist was immediately anxious and shouted: "Senior Fu Zhen, Qinghezi Daoist was definitely killed by him, this fang has always hated demon cultivation, and he is famous among the monks of the East Pole Palace who likes to kill demon cultivators. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Ming's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he looked at the Yinlong Daoist with some surprise.

The latter's neck shrunk, he didn't dare to look at Yuan Ming, and continued to add fuel and vinegar: "This guy has a grudge with our Bilongtan for some reason, and once said that if you meet a monk in Bilongtan, you will see one, kill one, see two, and kill a pair." ”

What he said was so conclusive that the rest of the people, even if they didn't believe it, were angry.

Not to mention, the golden-eyed old man named "Fu Zhen" had clearly smelled the bloody breath of Qinghezi from Yuan Ming.

"Let's go up together and kill him." Fu Zhen let out a low snort, and his voice was deep.

The rest of the people immediately responded, took out the magic weapon one after another, and surrounded Yuan Ming with a posture.

Yuan Ming didn't want to entangle with the other party at all, and immediately his body flashed, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Thunder Escape Technique......" One of the demon cultivators in the group exclaimed in surprise, and then his body was also wrapped in electric light, and after a dazzling flash, he disappeared in place.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also hurriedly cast their own escape spells and chased after them.

Yuan Ming's figure flashed continuously in the void, constantly casting his escape technique and walking away, but behind him, there was always a dazzling electric light that bit tightly and couldn't get rid of it.

It was obviously a demon cultivator with a talent of thunder and supernatural powers, and the speed of the two was similar, and it was difficult for Yuan Ming to get rid of it for a while.

And as long as that guy keeps following behind him, it is impossible for that group of Bilongtan monks to be thrown away, Yuan Ming doesn't know how many Bilongtan monks are nearby, and if this continues, the situation will only be more unfavorable to himself.

As soon as he thought of this, Yuan Ming, who was originally flying away, suddenly turned around and shot towards the dazzling electric light.

The latter was chasing hard, and he didn't expect Yuan Ming to suddenly turn back, and the speed was so fast.

By the time he found out that something was wrong, Yuan Ming was almost on his face.

The demon clan monk forcibly stopped the forward momentum, and struggled to urge the electric light around his body, and his whole body lit up with dazzling light, turning into an extremely thick thunder and lightning vortex, trying to engulf Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming's reaction was more direct, holding the Zhuxian Sword with both hands, communicating with the Yin Earthworm Beast Sword Spirit, releasing the power of this sword with all his strength, and stabbing straight into the thunder and lightning vortex.

A shadow appeared on the body of the Zhuxian Sword, and the sword light suddenly became extremely condensed, and a sword pierced the thunder and lightning vortex, piercing the demon cultivator's chest.

The demon cultivator let out a miserable cry from his mouth, and the electric light all over his body suddenly collapsed, revealing his body, but it was a Peng bird.

Yuan Ming sneered at him, his eyes glanced at the rest of the demon cultivators who were chasing after him quickly, and as soon as the long sword stirred, sword light burst out from the sword body, instantly shattering Peng Bird's body.

"Stop......"

"You're looking for ...... death"

"Evil Obstacle ......"

In a series of curses from the demon cultivator of Bilongtan, Yuan Ming slapped it with one palm, and smashed the demon cultivator's Yuan Infant to pieces.

"Roaring ......"

Seeing this, Fu Zhen suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar from his mouth.

As the roar sounded, waves of shocks visible to the naked eye, layered down on top of the void, and crashed towards Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming hurriedly used the Demon Elephant Prison Suppression Skill, but he didn't have time to attack, so he could only fold his arms in front of him.

The furious sound rushed and hit Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming snorted in his mouth, and he felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, his arms were in unspeakable pain, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

At the same time, in the direction behind him, a colorful brilliance flashed, and a stout man covered in green scale armor appeared out of thin air in the void, holding a huge black spear in both hands, and stabbed straight towards Yuan Ming's back heart.

It was also at this moment that the remaining demon cultivators also rushed up, each using their own means, vowing to kill Yuan Ming in one fell swoop.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it and was about to collide, Yuan Ming's back of his head suddenly flashed with black light, and several soul crows flew out, opening their mouths in unison in all directions around, and performing the crow song soul technique.

The black sound waves visible to the naked eye suddenly surged in all directions like ocean waves, instantly submerging all the demon cultivators in the body.

The demon cultivators of Bilongtan had never seen such a divine soul ability, and they were caught off guard one after another, their pupils dilated, and they fell into a momentary loss of consciousness, and their movements in their hands were stagnant.

Yuan Ming raised the long sword in his hand, his back just pressed against the tip of the spear that stabbed him, and he turned around and was about to cut off the opponent's head with a sword.

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

Above the heavenly dome, a huge white light suddenly fell down, enveloping Yuan Ming.

Before Yuan Ming could react, he felt a flower in front of him, the scenery around him became blurry, and a psychedelic sound sounded in his ears, and he fell into the illusion in an instant.

But after all, it was a real witch, needless to say that the power of the divine soul was needless to say, although the illusion affected his mind, it could not be completely formed, and it could not completely confuse his mind.

Yuan Ming's mind immediately moved, and he communicated with the immortal tree in his body.

In the dantian, the light of the immortal tree body lit up, and a black qi rushed straight to the sea of knowledge, enveloping his Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ming's eyes flashed, and the vague illusion in front of him suddenly dissipated, and he regained his senses.

But at this time, the effect of the crow's cry is about to disappear.

Yuan Ming's eyes froze, and the power of his divine soul burst out, and he cast a spell: "It's hard to wake up." ”

Several demon cultivators were about to regain their senses, but under the influence of the curse, their minds were dizzy, their eyelids were heavy, and they couldn't wake up.

"That's the price of not letting me go."

Yuan Ming did not hesitate at all this time, his body was shuttling through the void like electricity, and the sword in his hand was like the sickle of death, every time he showed his edge, he would harvest the life of a demon cultivator, and it was extremely neat.

In just a few breaths, among the few Bilongtan demon cultivators, except for Nafu Zhen and the Silver Dragon Dao people who were a little farther away, everyone's heads had already moved and flew in mid-air.

It wasn't that Yuan Ming didn't want to kill them all at once, but that Nafu Zhen unexpectedly woke up first.

Yuan Ming's momentum had declined under the continuous sword, and he was not sure to kill him with one blow, so he had to give up.

However, after killing these people in a row, Yuan Ming did not forget to cast the Great Black Sky Divine Palm, blocking the surrounding space, and smashing all the souls and primordial infants of those people to prevent future troubles.

After this short battle of ten breaths, the demon cultivators of Bilongtan were almost wiped out, and Fu Zhen, who was the leader, was also heartbroken, without the slightest hesitation, and he couldn't afford the slightest idea of avenging his fellow disciples, so he turned around and wanted to run away.

Since it has reached this point, where will Yuan Ming give him a chance to escape, and as soon as he threw the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, he immediately turned into a cold streamer and shot towards his back heart.

Fu Zhen felt the sound of breaking the air and the sharp sword qi coming from behind him, and knew that he couldn't dodge it at his own speed, so he could only turn his head in a hurry, put his hands together in front of him, and let out a loud cry in his mouth.

His body was suddenly full of blood, and a palm-sized token in his palm bloomed with spiritual light, turning into a blood-red ball of light full of spirit patterns, enveloping his body.

The Zhuxian Sword stabbed the blood-colored ball of light, emitting a sharp trembling sound, stirring up bursts of blood-colored light, and the tip of the sword pierced into the blood-colored ball of light, but failed to pierce it with one blow.

Fu Zhen saw that the talisman he did not hesitate to use his essence and blood to urge was pierced at once, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

But before he could make any more responses, he saw a blood-colored giant elephant crashing into him head-on, and wherever he passed, white marks appeared in the void, and a terrifying scream was released.

Fu Zhen felt the terrifying coercion emanating from the blood elephant's body, and immediately trembled, and no longer dared to have the slightest reservation, and raised his head to the sky with a long roar, stimulating all the demonic power in his body.

His figure began to expand rapidly and become larger, and in an instant, he turned into a half-human body with a height of 100 feet and a human body with a tiger's head, and his body was covered with a blood-red armor, and his demonic aura became extremely thick and solid as a rock.

However, before he could complete his transformation, the blood-colored giant elephant had already slammed into him, and his thick elephant legs stepped down.

"Boom ......"

As if the sky was falling apart, the blood armor around Fu Zhen's body shattered in response, turning into countless fragments, scattered and exploded.

He was followed by his disintegrating flesh.

Fu Zhen's seemingly powerful demon body turned out to be even Yuan Ming's Vientiane body under the full urging of all his strength, and he couldn't resist a single blow, and was directly killed on the spot.

(End of chapter)