"Poof!poof!" As two dull voices sounded, everyone raised their eyes and their hearts sank again!

The Wolf Ancestor and the Monk were cut off by the Black Evil Divine Sword at the same time! After the two heads fell to the ground, they still showed shocked expressions in disbelief.

"Old wolf!"

"Kobo Daishi!"

At this time, the warriors of the entire team were all upside down and fell into despair! One of these two people was the commander of the team, and the other was also an ancestor who had been famous for a long time, and they were definitely an important combat force in the team.

Their death was a fatal blow to the team, and now the confidence of the other warriors was on the verge of collapse.

Looking at the expressions of everyone at the scene, you can know that even the brave Wu Yan is pale, and there is a faint fear in his eyes.

"Kill!" The Hundred Bags Old Beggar Fang and the Heavenly Machine Sect Leader Ma Wending rushed forward at the same time! They took out two golden talismans from their arms, which looked delicate and small, but they were full of inspiration.

"Natal talisman!" Chen Zijing opened his mouth dumbly, he had only heard of this talisman that the other party took out.

The so-called natal talisman is not the meaning of the name, this kind of talisman is a talisman that connects to one's own natal essence blood, and when it is used in the hand, it consumes nearly half of one's vitality and natal essence blood, and obtains huge attack power!

This sigil can be extremely destructive, but it can also cost the user a considerable amount of money, and it will not return to its peak condition for decades after use.

These two ancestors are also fighting because of the Dharma propagation monks!

They rushed forward at the same time, making an arc, and rushed from the left and right directions of the black god, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Hmph!" the black god snorted proudly, his body shook, and he actually rushed directly towards Fang Wuxian, obviously wanting to disrupt the combined attack of the two of them!

Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed over. Shengsheng blocked the black god's movements!

It was the "White Bear" Wu Yan who made the shot, although he had lost some confidence, but at this time he must not retreat, they had no way out, they could only rush forward bravely!

When the black god saw that this guy was blocking his way, he immediately became angry and slapped him out!

The black bone palm was like an incomparably hard iron racket, and Wu Yan was violently lifted into the air, and the iron man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

And it's such a small vacancy. The two talismans have already been pasted up!

The black god dodged suddenly, but the talisman of the horse was still firmly attached to his ribs.

Suddenly, the golden light was like a flame, covering the black skeleton's whole body, and he kept wailing and screaming.

Everyone was overjoyed, but in just a few breaths, this ruthless black god of the underworld reached out and ripped off the talisman seal vigorously!

The golden flames continued to burn. In his hands, it still doesn't stop, exuding the breath of the sun.

"Ahh

I saw that he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand. Stab yourself in the bones of your arm!

With the sound of "click!", black blood flowed suddenly, and this black blood had a strange evil feeling, and it exuded a foul smell.

Chen Zijing was suddenly stunned at this time. As a true demon, he could feel that this black blood was not an ordinary thing, but the blood of ten thousand corpses!

Not a single drop of blood in it. Instead, they slay billions of demons and gather their essence and blood to gather their own bodies.

The black god pinched a magic trick in his hand, followed by a continuous catapult, and directly hit Wu Yan's body, and Fang Wuxian was also splashed some.

This black blood is extremely terrifying, it melts when it is touched, and the two ancestors only touched a little, and it has already turned into pus and blood in a few breaths!

The black god's movements are non-stop, continuously launched, and no one can escape except Chen Zijing!

These people lay on the ground and struggled desperately, but there was nothing they could do, their bodies slowly softened, and finally dissipated, so many ancestors died here like this, I am afraid that people can't believe it.

Seeing this, Chen Zijing slowly walked over from behind the statue, bowed down and said, "Senior"

The "Huhu" Black God looked very weak, and the combat power of these humans was far beyond his imagination.

He stared at Chen Zijing for a moment before he said, "Which country are you from?"

This question made Chen Zijing stunned, and secretly told this demon that what he asked must be something from the underworld, so he shook his head honestly and said, "I don't know, I have been in the human world for many years, and I fell here from the spatial crack of the extreme yang."

As he spoke, he also spoke about the words of the underworld, which he had obtained in the Sea Country, and now it actually came in handy!

"Hmm" When the black god heard this, he didn't doubt it, nodded and looked at him and said: "At a young age, the demonic qi has preliminarily completed the fusion, I feel that you have a faint bloody aura on your body, you should be a person from the bloody realm." ”

"Bloody Country?" Chen Zijing's heart moved, her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't dare to continue asking, for fear of losing too much.

"Yes, that country used to be very powerful, but unfortunately their country has since declined"

The black god meditated cross-legged, and he suddenly asked, "It's really not easy for you, as a low-level true demon, to be able to live in this human world for so long."

Chen Zijing smiled bitterly a few times, a low-level true demon, he is still called a low-level now, but it is indeed a relatively low-level black god with quasi-martial god cultivation.

"Senior, who are you," he asked respectfully.

"My real name is Hetuolu, the former king of the medium-sized country of the Black Blood Country, and later I originally wanted to come to the human world to kill more human blood, you know that the 'meat pig' in the underworld is too unpalatable"

Chen Zijing frowned, he didn't understand what a pork meant, could it be pork? But he didn't ask too carefully, for fear of saying too much.

"Later, I took my Demon Palace, tried to break the boundary to the human world, but I encountered a space storm, my body was seriously damaged, and after I came to the world with all my hard work, I did eat a lot of human blood, but the injury is not all healed until now. ”

When Chen Zijing heard this, he immediately understood the ins and outs, and said softly: "So you deliberately released the wind of this Heavenly Palace to attract human beings, in addition to eating, you can also create puppets, and let them carry the Full Moon Stone to heal your injuries and recast your body?

It's been thousands of years, and I'm so happy to finally meet someone from the same tribe. Heituolu said excitedly, looking at Chen Zijing's kind eyes.

But then his voice suddenly became creepy!

"Then we talked for a long time, let me eat you, I haven't tasted the taste of the same clan for a long time, especially the flesh and blood of the bloody people is even sweeter!

Hearing this, Chen Zijing didn't panic at all, he smiled and said, "The senior just saw my fellow clan for a few minutes and had murderous intentions?"

"Hehehe" Hei Tulu said with a sneer, "How can the demon clan ever say that there is a clan? There is only a difference between strength and weakness! And although you are weak, you can also make me recover from my injuries." ”

"I see. Chen Zijing nodded, and a black talisman hidden in his sleeve was quietly held in his hand, ready to be launched at any time.

Seeing this imminent moment, suddenly, a bottle of golden liquid spilled on the black god's body from behind!

With a "snort!", a pungent smoke billowed up!

Hei Tuolu and Chen Zijing looked at each other at the same time! I saw a figure not far away standing up slowly, and when I looked at it, it was actually Wang Yu who had his head cut off!

"Impossible!" Hetuolu and Chen Zijing all looked at this scene in disbelief, unless it was haunted, how could a person still live if his head was cut off?

The king staggered to his feet, he shrugged his shoulders desperately, and with a "click!", a new head grew out of his shoulders!

Then this guy gasped for breath and said, "I think that my Wanhong Sect's cultivation of demonic skills is just to make the demonic qi purifying? )