"Get out of here!"

Before the cold voice could be completely spread, the body of a bull-headed human demon several feet tall was shattered by a black streamer, turning straight into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist shrouded in place and lasted for a long time.

Not far away.

A group of monks, led by a burly middle-aged man, stared in amazement at the streamer that was about to disappear from sight, and their eyes couldn't help but flash with horror.

"A big demon, that's it...... He's dead? ”

Someone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and there was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"The King?"

The burly man's eyes were lost and he muttered.

"What, King!"

Hearing this, the rest of the people shouted one after another.

"How could the legendary top powerhouse who only had those big countries come to the small East Food Country? It stands to reason that there is anything here that can attract the attention of such beings, let alone come in person? ”

"Could it be that it is in the territory of the Eastern Food Country...... A demon is born! ”

A rather young-looking woman said with some uncertainty, a look of horror on her face.

The others did not speak.

What the woman said was exactly what they were thinking.

After all, he is a king who stands on top of the world.

If there were no demons, such a terrifying being would definitely not have come to their barren Eastern Food Country.

And just as these people were thinking.

But in the distance, behind the jet-black streamer, a ray of scarlet light slowly emerged from the void, and then it was directly condensed into a blood-colored crescent moon demon knife that seemed to be real and illusory.

The moment the magic knife appeared.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sky was suddenly dyed red.

Wisps of blood-colored unknown divine fire began to spontaneously combust without wind, and instantly spread into a sea of fire.

between the electric light and flint.

The blood-red demon knife slashed straight at the black streamer.

The speed seems to be extremely slow, but the distance between the two is getting closer at a rapid pace.

With this knife fell.

The sea of blood-red divine fire that spread on all sides also poured towards the streamer, and in a trance, it gave people a terrifying feeling that the sky had fallen.

In an instant, it was completely submerged.

Heaven and earth fell silent suddenly.

Not much.

The sword light and divine fire gradually dissipated. Disappeared with it, as well as the jet-black streamer just now.

Suddenly.

"Hehe, the heart core of the big demon, it can't be wasted."

A chuckle burst out, breaking the silence.

I saw a figure covered with illusory misty fairy light quietly appear, bending down to pick up the demon heart core left by the death of the bull-headed demon on the ground, and then stepped out again, completely disappearing without a trace.

After a long time.

There was a heavy wheezing sound in the same place.

The burly man reached out a hand and gently caught a piece of ash falling from the sky.

It looks like a snowflake, and it is very beautiful.

"A legendary king, just like that? didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and was directly pinched to death by someone to put it mildly. ”

For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if what he had just seen was a hallucination.

It's just that......

The man couldn't help but look back.

The frightened expression on the face of his companion behind him suddenly caught his eye.

There is no doubt that it was not an illusion, but something that really happened right under my nose.

Come back to your senses.

His eyes wandered back and forth between the blood mist not far away and the black ash on his hands.

The burly man suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Is this a report or a report?

But that one is a king, after all!

Come to mind.

The man couldn't help but recall a yellow-robed figure that had just flashed by, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

What kind of existence is this?

It seems that it should have been the other party who made a move just now and directly erased a king.

"Yellow robe...... Yellow robe! ”

As if realizing something, the burly man was startled and didn't dare to think any further.

……

……

The other side.

Completely getting rid of the entanglement of the six people, Zhang Jing hurried with all his strength and fled straight to the extreme of the East China Sea.

It's getting faster and faster.

Two days later.

His footsteps slowly stopped, and when he raised his eyes, a ninety-nine-story magnificent Demon Suppression Tower that was identical to the one in the Great Yin Million Mountains appeared in his field of vision.

The Wind Howls!

The black waves of more than ten feet were wrapped in the terrifying power of the mountains and seas, and slammed on the tower.

However, it can't shake the Demon Suppression Tower even a bit.

Look at this scene.

Zhang Jing's heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

This Demon Suppression Tower is not covered by the black mist derived from the power of the Blessed God! Does this mean that the god of fortune has already come here and devoured the remains of the god of Lu inside......

"Hurry up, or is it too late?"

His eyes dimmed for a while, but he still didn't believe in evil and continued to rush towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

Time passes slowly.

On a small island with a radius of no more than a hundred feet, the Demon Suppression Tower stands majestically, reaching into the sky, exuding a faint fierce aura.

Again and again, huge waves of wind swept past the island, washing over it with dark red blood and the corpses of Terran monks and demons everywhere.

Stomp –

The faint sound of footsteps sounded and disappeared.

Zhang Jing appeared suddenly.

The calm Ruyuan's gaze swept over the remains of the corpse little by little, and finally stayed directly on the demon suppression tower with the stone gate wide open, unwilling to move away for a long time.

"These demons, as well as the Terran monks, will not be dead for more than five days."

He shook his head.

There's no need to go in anymore.

The god of fortune had apparently entered it before himself, and he must have left at this time.

Then the fate of the corpse spirit of the god Lu inside can be imagined.

"What's next?"

A look of thought flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

The method of leaving given by the god of longevity before, along with the fall of the corpse spirit of the god of Lu, is meaningless.

And that god of good fortune.

After devouring the Lu God, it was obvious that he had collected the three paths of Fu Lu Shou.

According to the previous statement of the Shoushen Corpse Spirit, the other party may have to start condensing the half-step Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, and use this as a guide to gather the other half of the Divine Soul, and then completely resurrect.

As for the seizure, it needs to be carried out at the moment when the soul is complete, so that it can be completed and perfect.

A moment.

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly brightened.

"It doesn't seem hopeless!"

"In such a short period of time, before condensing the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, the God of Fortune was hindered by the body of the junior brother of Qu Junhou, and his cultivation was not great, that is, the Dharma Realm. And with the blessing of the Immortal Slashing Demon Knife, I may not have no chance. ”

"Since the other party wants to take away, it means that he still has to rely on the identity of a disciple of the Dao Sect to cultivate. In other words, he must still have the origin crystals of the repair teleportation array in his hands. ”

Zhang Jing said secretly in his heart.

As long as you can kill the lucky god guy, this clone can be saved, and you can also bring back a huge amount of origin power, as well as innate gods.

He couldn't help but think of the treasure trove of doom in the Great Yin.

In the current situation, it is impossible to say that there are countless demon cores and tricks stored in it every day.

But before that.

The Taishang Red Industry Immortal Demon Knife must be transformed into an immortal treasure.

After all, Zhang Jing didn't dare to bet on whether the 'Qu Junhou' cultivation at this moment would still stay in the Jindan realm.

After taking a deep breath.

He looked to the north, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

……

……

Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

this day.

Zhang Jing quietly looked at the endless barren wilderness in front of him, and a look of surprise couldn't help but appear on his face.

At his feet, there was a clear dividing line visible to the naked eye.

Behind him is a fertile field for thousands of miles, lush and vibrant; In front of him, it suddenly turned into a barren area, covered in ice and snow, strange rocks, and sparse vegetation.

"Kitahara! There's really no wrong name. ”

The voice fell slowly.

Zhang Jing did not hesitate at all, and stepped out directly, his figure flickering on the ground for a while, and disappeared in an instant.

Not much.

The area at the junction of the North Plains and the Great Yin.

A tribal gathering of only a few thousand people.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

A girl who was only four or five years old and wore a tiger head hat was wiping tears with her little hands while shouting loudly.

The voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

In her pitch-black pupils, a red light was reflected in the sky, as well as hideous figures.

Wailing, roaring, shouting, all kinds of sounds come together to make it seem so noisy that it sounds like a headache.

It's just this moment.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, no one will pay attention to such trivial matters anymore.

Everyone was running in a hurry, desperately trying to avoid the aftermath of the battle between the demons and the monks.

In the midst of the chaos.

A bright yellow fairy light flashed.

Zhang Jing's figure suddenly appeared.

In front of him, a little girl with a tiger head hat was lying in a pool of blood, her eyes were already dimmed to the extreme, and two bloody little hands were grasping something indiscriminately.

At the same time, he was still whispering: "Daddy...... A-Niang ......"

The voice faded into weakness.

Zhang Jing squatted down and gently closed her big black eyes.

The next moment.

He got up slowly, first glanced around indifferently, and then his heart moved, and the endless karma that permeated the surroundings suddenly entered his body and was swallowed by the Immortal Demon Sword.

The divine consciousness swept over the trembling magic knife in his body, and a feeling of being on the verge of breaking through the limit suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhang Jing was not surprised.

From the pole of the East China Sea all the way north.

On the way.

This Immortal Demon Knife absorbed and devoured a large amount of karma, and it was itself made of innate blood and gold essence, and it was cast by the Heavenly God Evil Spirit Treasure Dao through the Mystic Law, which was extremely high in nature.

Now, it's time for quality to transform.

Come back to your senses.

Zhang Jing smiled indifferently, and even though there was a misty fairy light covering his whole body.

He was suddenly lost on the spot.

Only the karma that is still gathering in the sky is still gathering.

Gradually.

The wisps of extremely suppressed qi began to spread little by little, directly causing many demons and monks who were fighting to stop unconsciously and nervously scan around.

Time passed slowly.

A certain moment.

Zheng!

A magnificent and vast sword roar suddenly sounded in everyone's hearts.

The blood-colored karmic fire soared to the sky.

Sen Ran's sharp scarlet sword light directly cut a dark gap in the void, filling it with a deep devouring aura.