"The Bare Arm Demon..."

"Qiu Sheng, if you collude with the Sect and summon the Bare Arm Demon, you are not afraid of setting yourself on fire and destroying your Thousand Blades Sect?"

Mu Zuolin looked at the fierce red monster in the sky, and shouted angrily at Qiu Sheng.

"We, the Thousand Blades Sect, have reached an agreement with them to destroy your other three sects, and we will share the benefits with the Sect!"

Qiu Sheng's face showed a touch of ruthlessness, and he said in a sinister tone.

"It's been a long time since I've appeared, although it's just a few red-eyed beasts mixed with some low-level sacrifices" The red eyes of the red-armed demon in the sky swept downward, and a hoarse voice followed.

The faces of the people below all changed greatly when they heard this, and the others may only know a little about this bare-armed demon, but Mu Zuolin knew what a vicious thing this thing was. The last time the Bare Arm Demon appeared, it was in the northernmost city of the Southern Relics.

The Shejiao sacrificed the people of the entire city as sacrifices to summon the appearance of the Red Arm Demon, and the strength of the Red Arm Demon that time was superb, crushing all the living beings below the Ning Yuan Realm.

As a result, several nearby cities of relatively large size were destroyed.

Such a tragic thing did not spread widely in the Southern Heritage, but the matter was suppressed by the current royal family of the Southern Heritage, so as not to spread panic.

But even so, whether it was the royal family or the nobles, I don't know what agreement was reached, no one went to eliminate the scourge, and let the bare-armed demon wreak havoc and destroy the lives until the monster's power was exhausted and disappeared on its own.

This incident is one of the reasons why he has always hated the southern relics.

Xiao Hachi looked at the murderous thing in the air, turned his head to look at Youzifang, he wanted to see if Youzifang didn't understand this monster, only to see that the other party was looking at the sky with a solemn face.

"Judging from the aura of this monster, it is also the aura of the peak of the transformation realm, have you seen a record of it in ancient books before" Xiaoba asked.

"Barearm Demon, I'm thinking"

"There it is! This is one of the eight demons under the general's seat, and the more sacrifices the believers sacrifice, the greater the power of this monster will be! The wanderer hasn't finished his words yet.

Hearing a long roar in the air, the bare-armed demon actually raised his hand and pulled out a bone spur on his arm, and the blood flowed sideways, looking extremely bloody.

The red eyes of the red-armed demon holding the bone spurs showed a hint of madness, and his entire body was like a red horse training downward, and the moment it appeared, it felt who the biggest enemy in this place was, it was Mu Zuolin, who had a white beard.

And the first thing it has to do is slay the most difficult obstacle and suck all the creatures in the mountains.

Mu Zuolin raised his hand to pinch the trick, and one after another sword shadows surged wildly, surrounding his body, and with his low shout, the whole body took the initiative to meet him.

I saw Mu Zuolin turning his sword trick into his hand, holding it high and upward, and the hundreds of sword shadows around him continued to split, turning into more and more sword shadows, at this moment he was the sword, and the sword body was him, nothing was broken, and he went straight to the sky.

There was a loud bang.

A ripple of blue and red aura shook in the sky, spreading far away, countless sword shadows were dissipated by the impact, and the entire body of the bare-armed demon was lifted into the air by the powerful impact force, the bone spurs in his hands had been broken, and his already vicious face was even more hideous and terrifying.

"Roar" The figure of the bare-armed demon flying upside down stabilized, and with a wild roar, the red eyes were wild, and with two pops, two bone spurs on his arms were pulled out, and he held them with both hands, and swooped towards Mu Zuolin below.

Mu Zuolin's side was also uncomfortable, most of the sword shadow was scattered, his snow-white hair became scattered, his clothes were a little untidy, and his breath was disordered.

But after all, he was a powerhouse at the peak of the transformation realm, he quickly adjusted his breath, and looked up at the figure that swooped down, this time he didn't choose to take it hard, and most of the sword shadow dispersed, and it took some time to condense again.

So Mu Zuolin also turned downward, rushing towards the black-clothed people who were giving up the sect, and a few whistling sounds came, Mu Zuolin pinched the sword trick in his hand and slashed out again and again, and the cyan sword qi flew sideways.

Rushing those black-clothed people to pieces, a few black-clothed people who didn't react were scratched by the cyan sword qi, and they were cut in two in an instant.

With a bang, the bare-armed demon fell to the ground heavily, smashing out a big hole in the ground, and the vicious eyes of the bare-armed demon saw that Mu Zuolin did not fight, but continued to kill the believers of the Sect, looking at those severed limbs and stumps, and the blood flowing sideways.

With a loud roar, the whole body rushed away, the mouth of the blood basin opened, and a fishy and smelly force formed, sucking the corpses and blood of those beheaded monks into their mouths.

The bare-armed demon who had sucked the flesh and blood had even more fierce light in his eyes, and those black-clothed people, in order to avoid Mu Zuolin's attack, gradually moved closer to it, and the black-clothed people who approached knelt directly down to it, constantly reciting the teachings.

Looking at the black-clothed people kneeling in front of him, the bare-armed demon shouted excitedly, and two bone spurs suddenly attacked, piercing the two kneeling black-clothed people, and this was not enough, the bone spurs waved again and again, and five or six black-clothed people were strung on the bone spurs like a string of sugar gourds.

Blood flowed out, staining the white jade-like bone spurs, and the bone spurs actually made a buzzing sound, the blood was absorbed by the bone spurs, and the corpses gradually became shriveled and abnormal.

The dead corpse that had lost its flesh and blood was thrown to the ground by the barearm demon and turned into ashes, and the two bone spurs in his hands absorbed some flesh and blood, and a strange fluctuation came from the bone spurs.

"Help me!"

"It's so bitter!" "It's miserable!"

"Woo woo woo" "Woo oo oo" "Vomit vomit vomit"

The cries of pain, the wails, the wails came from the bone spurs.

The red-armed demon let out a hoarse laugh, its big mouth full of fangs cracked, and the fishy wind swept around, it no longer attacked Mu Zuolin this time, but directly attacked Mu Zilin who fell to the ground, it had already sucked flesh and blood at the moment, and was overwhelmed by this taste, and could no longer restrain it, it wanted to kill happily, and wanted more flesh and blood!

Mu Zilin, who was lying on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, looked at the red monster that attacked, his face showed a resolute look, and with a loud voice, he held a long sword, even if he was lying down, he aimed the blade at the attacking monster, even if it was dead, he had to give it a sword!

"Zilin!" Mu Zuolin had been shooting and killing the man in black in a row, but when he turned back, he found that the bare-armed demon had even sucked the believers who offered them on the spot, and at this moment he was attacking Mu Zilin with a fishy wind, his face was in a hurry, and the sword technique in his hand was constantly changing.

At the moment when the two bone spurs were about to pierce Mu Zilin, Mu Zuolin's long sword moved, and a majestic green qi complacent crack erupted from the sword body, protecting Mu Zilin behind and colliding with the bone spur.

The scarlet aura continued to gush out of the bone spurs, full of stench and wailing, and while the majestic green qi resisted, Mu Zuolin's body flew towards this side like lightning, just at the moment when the long sword was about to be unable to support it.

A calloused hand gripped the sword.