The giant axe in Cheng Yun's hand and the giant axe emerging from the ground slashed down together, colliding with the two blood-colored storms, bringing a huge impact.

"It seems that you and that Xiao Xiu are indeed the same kind of people, the power you have is quite peculiar, I don't know if I will gain new power if I kill you!" The young man in black licked his lips and looked at Cheng Yun's eyes, with a little greed.

Cheng Yun retreated a few feet away, and a huge snake shadow rose up behind him, and the huge black snake phantom stared at the black-clothed monk, and at the same time, a black shadow quickly extended into the distance from under his feet.

Stunned by the black snake, the black-clothed young man's footsteps paused slightly, but after two breaths, he returned to normal.

"Hahaha, come on, let me see, how much power you still have, the stronger the power you show, the more interested I am. The black-clothed monk was not in a hurry to approach Cheng Yun, and stood far away, with a stronger color of greed.

Cheng Yun's eyes moved, his body turned into a cloud of black mist, and where his shadow extended, Cheng Yun's figure reappeared, and the demon scale sword in his hand appeared, and a sword slashed out, slashing towards the black-clothed monk from afar.

The black-clothed monk was originally facing away from Cheng Yun, but at this moment, it was as if he had eyes behind him, and when this sword slashed, he pinched it with one hand, and a round shield condensed out behind him, blocking this sword.

"This power of foreknowledge of good and bad fortune is the ability obtained after killing a minor cultivator like you, I wonder if that person is your senior brother or your clansman?"

When Cheng Yun saw this black and white, a wave of anger arose, his expression became colder and colder, a ghostly light emerged from the blue light ring, and the soul nourishing wood emerged.

The top of his head was shrouded in a soul-nourishing wood, Cheng Yun wiped the demon scale sword, smashing all the six demon scales, and then he took out eight demon scales taken from the demon beast and inlaid them on the demon scale sword.

When Cheng Yun's demon scale sword was full of blue light, the face of the black-clothed young man changed slightly, and he no longer had a playful look, but looked at Cheng Yun solemnly.

"Kill my people, you should die!" Cheng Yun's eyes were filled with red, and at this moment, his anger was soaring.

The black and white colors in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, black is fierce, white is auspicious, this is the power of the true spirit of the prophet, the power of the true spirit that only the people of the Water Moon Clan can control.

When Cheng Yun appeared black and white in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, he understood why he had a familiar feeling of being with the monk in front of him, and this familiarity came from the power of the prophet's true spirit.

"The people of the outer sects also dare to be presumptuous! Your clansmen's cultivation is only two mangs, and you will kill them if you kill them! You will also die here today!" The black-clothed monk's momentum was fully revealed, and the cultivation of the eight mangs exploded, and several seals were struck, and dozens of crimson balls struck towards Cheng Yun.

Among these dozens of spheres, there was a faint smell of blood, and the power they exuded was also quite amazing.

Cheng Yun's eyes showed anger, and then the clothes on his upper body were torn, and Cheng Yun, who was naked, moved forward, holding the demon scale sword, and collided with the flying blood-colored ball.

Every time the ball bursts open, it brings an endless roar and a powerful impact force, and on Cheng Yun's body, a series of blood-colored marks appear, and every time the ball bursts open, there will be several more blood-colored marks.

When Cheng Yun's upper body turned red, the momentum he showed surprised the young man in black.

The black-clothed young man was surprised, and a long whip swung out, with countless barbs on it, and after a few swings in mid-air, those barbs extended out, turned into blood-colored claws, and slapped at Cheng Yun.

"Covet the power of our clan, kill the people of our clan, today, I will kill you with the power of our true spirit!" The demon scale sword in Cheng Yun's hand slashed into the air, cutting the long whip and countless barbs that came from it into two pieces.

The black-clothed young man had a solemn face, touched his right ear, and threw out a beast bone ring worn on his ear, and at the same time, several seals were punched, and he even cut his fingertips, spraying a drop of blood onto the beast bone ring.

The beast bone ring shattered, and from among them, a white bone demon beast stood up, this demon beast had no flesh and blood, only white bones, and it looked extremely hideous.

The white bone demon beast took a few steps towards Cheng Yun, and with each step, an identical white bone demon beast appeared, and after nine steps in a row, there were already ten white bone demon beasts blocking in front of Cheng Yun.

With a single move, Cheng Yun made a move, and the seal appeared from the Qingguang Ring, jumped high into the air, became several zhang in size, and pressed towards the ten white-bone demon beasts.

The ten white-bone demon beasts were pressed by the stinger seal, and they turned into countless white bones, but after those dry bones fell to the ground, they were combined together, and after a few breaths, more white-bone demon beasts stood up from the ground.

Cheng Yun pinched the trick with his right hand, causing the seal to be pressed down again, and instead of crushing the reappeared white bone demon beasts, he pressed them to the ground, making them unable to move.

The distance between the black-clothed young man and Cheng Yun was already extremely close, as long as it was just a few zhang away, he raised his hand and made several seals, and from the soles of his feet, a dilapidated coffin broke through the ground and stood in front of him.

Cheng Yun snorted coldly, and the power of chasing the wind and true spirit was unfolded with all his might, as fast as thunder, and he came to the front of the black-clothed young man in just a breath, and the demon scale sword he wielded also slashed straight at the black-clothed youth.

From the coffin, a purple corpse walked out, his eyes were hollow, and his every move was like a marionette, Cheng Yun crossed the purple corpse, and the long sword in his hand had been cut off.

When the young man in black retreated, a blank look appeared in his eyes, and the same blank color also poured out in Cheng Yun's eyes.

For a while, the ground that the black-clothed young man saw turned into an endless sea of blood, as if he would be swallowed by this sea of blood as long as he took a step.

When the black-clothed young man paused, the blue light on the demon scale sword shone brightly, and a demon beast howl came out of it, as if a ferocious demon beast was attached to the demon scale sword, and a sword and a beast slashed down at the same time.

"Bang! bang!"

Three successive bombardment sounds sounded, the body of the black-clothed young man was knocked away for several feet, and the jade pendant on his waist appeared three cracks in a row, and the moment after the first crack appeared, the jade pendant shattered.

"Qimang cultivation has such combat power, this person is by no means unknown!" The young man in black retreated, steadied his footsteps, and took out a handful of black rune paper.

He clenched the black rune paper in his hand and sprayed it at Cheng Yun, the black rune paper was densely packed, enveloping the huge area in front of him.

Cheng Yun took out several fruits of the Blood Cedar Tree, and after taking them, the Soul Nourishing Wood shrouded above his head shrouded in a great light, emitting a curtain of light, enveloping Cheng Yun.

At the same time, hundreds of black runes thrown by the black-clothed young man also burst open, and in each rune paper, a faint dark light appeared, and when Cheng Yun approached, it suddenly exploded, causing a huge area with black mist drifting.

When Cheng Yun rushed out of this layer of black mist, the soul cultivation wood behind him was already extremely dim, and the cold qi in it was also consumed, and a burst just now used up all the cold qi he had collected.

"Soul Illusion!"

In Cheng Yun's eyes, a demagogic light emerged, diluting the bloodshot in his eyes a lot.

The young man in black was swept by Cheng Yun's gaze, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, falling into the illusion technique, and Cheng Yun also took advantage of this to see the scene he wanted to see.

In the middle of the plain, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old was desperately fleeing, and behind him, red lanterns floated endlessly, and each lantern appeared, and the boy avoided the place where the lantern was located as if he had a premonition.

When he saw the young man's face and the black and white in his eyes, Cheng Yun recognized this young man, he was Yang Ling, who was the same generation as Cheng Yun, and was given the true spirit of the prophet in the trial.

In front of Yang Ling, hundreds of black flames were coiled in the air, blocking his way, and the figure of the young man in black appeared at this time, and he pressed it on Yang Ling's head, and under the operation of spiritual power, Yang Ling was killed.

After killing Yang Ling, the black-clothed young man made several more seals, and the white mist that the seal turned into poured into Yang Ling's corpse, instantly devouring Yang Ling's corpse, and the white mist returned to the body of the black-clothed young man, and at the same time, a black and white light poured into the eyes of the black-clothed youth.

Seeing this, the young man in black had already broken free from the illusion magic spell that Cheng Yun had cast, and he no longer ran away, but pinched the trick and rushed towards Cheng Yun's place.

Every time he walked, countless waves of heat erupted from the ground, and the sound was extremely huge.

In Cheng Yun's eyes, all the light turned red, and there was no trace of clarity in sight, the demon scale sword, which was originally green, had slowly taken on the same red as Cheng Yun's eyes at this moment, and the slightest spiritual power flowed on it, bringing out a howl of demon beasts.

"Demon Thoughts, Gather! Demon Souls, Out!" Cheng Yun put away the Demon Scale Sword, took out the shabby small jar, and tore open the first yellow rune paper on it.