With this thrust, a stream of essence blood shot out from the wound on the ghost cultivator's chest, spurting into the air, and the accumulation slowly flowed in midair.

And the ghost cultivator completely ignored his injuries, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the mass of essence blood, muttering a mantra in his mouth.

The ball of essence blood shrank in an instant, and it disappeared into the void, and a terrifying coercion permeated it.

"Not good!" Huang Shang was holding the dusty technique Zhang Ziyi and the green robe sword cultivator Kong Qian and Kong Nan who were fighting with Yi Xiaonan, and their faces changed, and they hurriedly collected their moves, and fled to the side while releasing defensive spells.

"Hey, hey, kid, I said that if I want to concoct you into a long-tongued imp, I must concoct you into a long-tongued imp, and it's too late for you to regret it now!"

The huge half-length demon god slowly appeared in the air, this demon god had a human face and horns, and the fangs in his mouth were exposed, and his upper body was naked, with blue-gray skin.

And its breath is a real state of semi-saint consummation.

The sheep horn demon god looked at the ghost cultivator, greedily stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was still reminiscing about the essence and blood of the ghost cultivator's sacrifice just now.

The ghost cultivator pointed to Xiao Nan Yaoyao and recited the law.

The Sheephorn Demon God turned to face Yi Xiaonan, let out an arrogant scream, raised his hands high, and countless spiritual powers poured in from all directions, gathering towards the Sheephorn Demon God.

The terrifying fluctuations spread out like a person's breath, and this huge force hit the hearts of everyone on the field like a drum, like an inviolable emperor.

"Die, die, die!!hahahaha!!" Oni Xiu laughed wildly.

However, there was a faint smile on Xiaonan's face, with obvious mockery.

Kong Nan, who had already escaped seven or eight feet away, held his beloved fairy sword magic weapon in his hand, and was already ready, as long as Xiao Nan also followed their example and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, then he would fight to be attacked by the Sheephorn Demon God, and he would also attack Yi Xiaonan, even if he was unsuccessful, he would be trapped under the attack of the Sheephorn Demon God.

However, seeing the faint smile on Yi Xiaonan's face, he was a little confused: This kid was crazy when he fought just now, could it be that he had already beaten stupidly?

Soon, he knew why Xiao Nan had a sneering look on his face.

As if Xiao Nan stretched out his right hand flatly, the red aura of his right hand dissipated to his elbow as if he was being pushed by something invisible, and there was a faint flash of thunder in his palm.

The big killing weapon that had been entangled by the two half-saint mid-level sword cultivators just now and had no chance to release it finally came to a good target.

The Sheep's Horn Demon God shook violently, and the obvious fear quickly conveyed from the Demon God's mind to the Demon Cultivator.

"It's ......" Oni Xiu's original smug smile had faded away, and unbelievable horror filled his brain.

"How can this be controlled by a monk......" Kong Gan also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"It's the Taishang Demon Slayer Pure Thunder!" Zhang Ziyi, who had already run away, also forgot to escape, when it came to his familiarity with spells and different aura, there were few more in the spiritual cultivation world than Zhang Ziyi, who specialized in spells, although he couldn't recognize that kid's weird pale red true qi, but now the thunder aura in his palm would definitely not admit it.

"Go!" As Xiao Nan waved his hand gently, the pure thunder in his hand hit the Sheep Horn Demon God.

The Sheephorn Demon God trembled and howled in fear, and its raised hands hurriedly crossed over its chest to defend itself, in a vain attempt to resist the blow of the pure thunder.

Compared to the huge body of the Sheep's Horn Demon God, the bright thunder light was as small as a toothpick used by ordinary people to pick their teeth, and if this scene was seen by ordinary people, it would only be funny.

However, when the pure thunder struck the Sheephorn Demon God, the Demon God's huge body quickly melted away like hot oil cut by a red-hot knife, and the Demon God's huge palm twitched wildly, and the sound of miserable howls continued, and it was completely wiped out in the blink of an eye, turning into a handful of flying ashes.

Oni Xiudun, who sacrificed his own essence blood and summoned the Sheep's Horn Demon God, was counterattacked, spit out a mouthful of old blood to the sky, his eyes were closed, and he fell straight backwards with a thud.

And the pure thunder didn't seem to be satisfied after destroying the Sheephorn Demon God, there was still a little bit of thunder jumping in the air, and the sound of the ghost cultivator falling disturbed this trace of thunder, and it stuck to the ghost cultivator along the sound.

Hearing only the crackling sound and the wailing of countless unjust souls, the ghost cultivator's robe was torn like a rag by the pure thunder that swam wantonly on his body.

It's not that the Pure Thunder has any strange interest in this thin old way like Chai He, but the porcelain vase hidden under the ghost monk's robe makes the Pure Thunder show its might.

I saw that under the swimming of the pure thunder, those porcelain bottles exploded one after another, shattered cleanly, and many ghost servants in the bottles had no time to escape, and they were all killed.

Fortunately, the ghost cultivator had already passed out, otherwise he would have passed out again when he saw this scene.

Kong Gan, Kong Nan and Zhang Ziyi were stuck in the air in a daze, looking at the ghost cultivators who were still lying in a coma and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they didn't know what to do.

"Hmm...... Ahem......" Xiao Nan glanced at the three half-saint mid-rank cultivators who were stunned, chuckled silently, and then cleared his throat pretending to be serious.

The three half-saint monks instantly focused their eyes on Yi Xiaonan, and their faces were full of horror.

As if Xiao Nan slowly stretched out his right hand to them again, the electric light began to flicker on his fingertips again.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted, and the three half-saint monks shamelessly abandoned the unconscious ghost cultivator, and fled from this place in the fastest and most ugly posture.

"Hahahaha, refreshing!" Xiao Nan stretched his waist in satisfaction, and with the help of the chaotic power of the red dust, the more he fought, the more happy he felt in his heart.

At this time, the war was over, and he felt refreshed like an athlete who had just finished a major workout, although his muscles were sore.

Next, it was time to pack up the loot, as if Xiao Nan was slowly pacing towards the ghost Xiu who had fallen to the ground. Hua Tiehua's cold face, which had not changed for thousands of years, also showed a rare treacherous smile, and he moved closer to the ghost cultivator, a half-saint mid-level cultivator, and he must have a lot of savings.

"Click!" A small voice came from the waist of the ghost cultivator, and a black wooden plaque cracked into two pieces and fell to the ground, making the two people who were approaching the unconscious ghost cultivator stunned at the same time.

A small black twisted hole suddenly appeared in the air beside the ghost cultivator, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost cultivator was sucked in, and at the same time, a trace of black qi quickly rushed out of the hole and wrapped around Yi Xiaonan's body.

"Hmph!" Xiao Nan's face turned pale, and with a flick of his right hand, a flash of lightning slammed into the direction where the black gas was entangled.

With a crackling sound, the black qi was dispersed in the air by the pure lightning strike, and a painful muffled snort came from the small black twisted hole, and then the hole quickly shrunk, and there was no trace.

"Alas, it must have been this ghost life card protector who shattered on its own, making people feel the danger and save it in time. "Zhou Qiu has been practicing in the spiritual world for many years, and he knows what the condition of the black twisted hole is.

"It's a pity, he's already torn his face anyway, and if we move faster, we'll definitely pick him up. Xiao Nan sighed lightly.

"Ge Laozi, boy, you are not bad at coping. From the mouth of the lair came the majestic praise of the beast venerable.

As if Xiao Nan respectfully bent down towards the nest and arched his hand, "Thanks to Lord Beast Venerable's guidance. ”

The beast venerable laughed and said, "You good luck boy, don't pat Lao Tzu's ass." Listen, Lao Tzu has just taken the fairy grass, and it will take a few days to digest the medicinal properties, so you can protect the Dharma for me at the entrance of the cave!"

"Obey the law!" Everyone sat down cross-legged, the battle just now, not only did Xiao Nan have a deeper understanding of the power of the Red Dust Chaos, but even Zhou Qiu and Wa Tiehua had gained a lot of valuable experience in the battle with high-level monks, and they needed to digest and understand it.

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At this time, in another part of the 100,000 Great Mountain, a leopard-shaped demon beast was wailing bitterly.

This leopard-shaped demon beast was a circle larger than an ordinary leopard, and its aura had already reached the point of consummation of the Half-Saint Initial Stage.

Its hair was tattered all over its body, and a suspicious black mist was still escaping from its wounds, apparently infected by the Heavenly Demons, and had become an authentic demonic beast.

However, this demonic beast is now being played with by a huge red demon god.

The demon god was flushed all over his body, and his flame-like aura spread all over his body, looking like a giant, but he had two feet and six hands, two of which were big red hands that tightly pinched the neck of the leopard-shaped demonic beast, two pinched the forelimbs, and two pulled the hind limbs of the demonic beast.

The leopard-shaped demonic beast couldn't move even the slightest bit despite all its strength, only a long tail flicked around helplessly, and the slightest wail in its throat kept ringing, but the demon god was unmoved.

After a while, the wailing became weaker and weaker, and the long tail drooped weakly.

A stream of demonic qi rushed up from the corpse of the leopard-shaped demonic beast, and a possessed heavenly demon fled in the direction of the demon kingdom in a panic.

However, before he could break out, the six-armed demon god rushed forward in several big strides, and one of his hands fiercely grasped the demonic qi that the Heavenly Demon had not had time to withdraw.

I don't know what method the six-armed demon god used, but he actually grasped the invisible and incorporeal heavenly demon in his hand, and the six hands quickly relayed, pulling the heavenly demon back like pulling out a rope, and then opened his mouth and swallowed the heavenly demon into his stomach steadily.

The six-armed demon god showed a satisfied look, turned behind him, turned into a trace of fiery red aura, and threw himself into a tablet.

The tablet is full of cracks, but it is shiny, and at first glance it is an old antique with a long enough history, and the two vigorous characters of "Yishen" on it are faintly visible.

A man in a power suit who looked to be in his thirties and exuded the aura of the middle realm of supernatural powers, holding the tablet firmly in his hand, waited until the fiery red aura was fully absorbed, and then hid in the burden behind him very carefully.

He raised his head and carefully identified the direction in which the demonic energy was surging, and then strode forward towards the depths of the mountain.