When those late stage and Yuanying monks who were standing in place noticed that something was wrong, the Eight Jie Dan who besieged Meng Ying were only two mid-stage Yu Dan standing there.

One of them, because he asked for help from there, did not check, and died under Meng Ying's sword.

Whoever died under Meng Ying's sword did not have a drop of blood flowing out, and even on his sword, there would not be a trace of blood.

Because that blood was absorbed by Jian and Meng Ying himself, it became a steady stream of energy to replenish himself.

"Go, all of you, and don't underestimate the enemy. "One of the Yuan Infant Monks instructed a few disciples of the late stage of the Yudan around him.

Another Yuanying monk glanced at his two disciples, and in the late stage of the first Dan, one was already a half-step Yuanying.

Although there are not as many disciples in the late stage of the Jiedan under his command as the other, the only half-step Yuan Infant is his own inheritance.

He gave the two disciples a look, both of them were apprentices of this Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator, and the Demon Cultivator of the late stage of the Yu Dan and the half-step Yuan Infant naturally knew what his master meant.

They nodded slightly, followed behind another Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator disciple, and headed towards Meng Ying.

Meng Ying's cultivation at this time, after killing these eight monks in the Yudan period, was already almost in the late stage of Yudan.

From the early stage to the later stage, it took less than half a month.

Lu Jin had a hunch that even if this Wujie Dan was in the late stage with half of the Bu Yuan Infant, it was not necessarily the opponent of this Meng Ying.

Because their hearts are not aligned.

Lu Jin saw it clearly, the master of the half-step Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator obviously wanted them to fish in troubled waters, and let another disciple of the Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator go first, and then see the opportunity to make up for the knife when it was almost over, and it was best to kill a few of them.

With these careful thoughts, it was impossible for these two people to do their best at first, and the other monks were not stupid, everyone fished together, and the result was that they were defeated one by one by a Meng Ying in the middle of the knot pill.

These late-stage demon cultivators were obviously different from those who had died before, and most of them were apprentices of these two Yuanying Demon cultivators.

If he was bent on attacking Meng Ying, Meng Ying would definitely not be able to survive under the joint efforts of these six late-stage cultivators.

But compared to Meng Ying, the most terrifying thing is people's hearts.

As Lu Jin expected, although this battle was difficult, after Meng Ying killed the first demon cultivator in the late stage of the Jiedan, Meng Ying's cultivation was like a snowball, and he directly broke through to the late stage of the Jiedan.

Even the originally stalemate of the war has a tendency to turn around.

Ironically, the first one to die was actually the demon cultivator disciple who signaled them to fish in troubled waters, that is, the later stage of the two of them.

Seeing that his junior brother died, Banbu Yuanying was filled with grief in his heart, and he looked at the other four monks in the late stage of Jiedan, and he was furious.

If, if they hadn't withdrawn too quickly just now, how could they let his junior brother block the sword.

Why aren't they the ones who died.

Yuanying Monk looked at his dead apprentice, and his heart was also uncomfortable, although he did not deal with these people, but on the surface, the two teams of people on this trip were also together, and it was not easy for him to have a seizure at this time.

So the grief of the loss of the apprentice of the Yuanying monk and the dissatisfaction with the other Yuanying monk were vented on Meng Ying, the murderer.

He stretched out an index finger and volleyed it a little in the air, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered, forming a huge black-gray finger, which pressed towards Meng Ying.

Meng Ying raised his head and looked at the huge cloud hand in the sky with blood-red eyes, trying to crush him like an ant, which was an insult, a huge insult to him.

Meng Ying, who had relied on instinct to fight, was even more angry at this time.

He raised his sword, the tip pointing straight at his fingers in the firmament.

Huge pressure hit from the air, and there was a muffled thunder in Yun's hands, and bursts of thunder flashed.

The sword intent is like a bamboo, and it seems to be competing with the huge cloud hand in the sky.

Under the huge black-gray cloud hand, Meng Ying looked ridiculously small.

However, it was such a small person, but the sword intent vividly smashed the index finger pressed by the cloud hand into a cloud.

The index finger was missing, and the pressure was loosened a little, Meng Ying still had no expression, and glanced at the half-step yuan baby closest to him.

He actually slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and made an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

It can be seen that Meng Ying doesn't smile often, and this smile looks a little terrifying on his handsome face.

He went straight to meet him as fast as he could.

Thinking of himself as a sword, he rushed into the huge cloud fingers.

"Is he crazy?"

"That's Cheng Lao Mo's God Slaughter Finger!"

"Is Meng Ying crazy?"

A commotion came from the positions of the four demon cultivators in the late stage of the Yudan.

Not to mention these juniors who watched the excitement of other families, even the half-step Yuanying and Cheng Laomo himself were stunned for a second.

Then Cheng Lao Mo laughed and said: "The first time I see someone looking for death, it's good, then I will fulfill you, a wicked animal, and pay for my life in vain!"

After speaking, his fingers hooked slightly, and the thunder and lightning in the hands of the huge black-gray cloud shone brightly, and a crackling sound came out from inside.

After a while, the voice became quieter, and when everyone thought that Meng Ying had been struck by thunder and lightning, the cloud hand in the sky suddenly churned.

Suddenly, the black-gray cloud hand contracted violently, and under the horror or surprise of everyone, the cloud hand shrank to a certain extent, and floated towards the position of the half-step Yuan Ying at an extremely fast speed.

"It's not good, retreat quickly!" Cheng Laomo's face froze, he shouted, and rushed towards his beloved disciple very quickly.

The speed of the Yuanying Cultivator was naturally extremely fast, and when Cheng Lao Mo rushed to the half-step Yuanying's side, the cloud that had shrunk into an ordinary dark cloud suddenly became larger.

This time it was no longer a cloud hand, but a dark cloud that enveloped the entire range of more than ten miles.

The thunder on this dark cloud was even worse, and a huge lightning bolt slashed down from the sky, directly towards the head of the half-step Yuan Infant.

Cheng Lao Mo knew very well that the thunder in this cloud was the thunder that he had saved by a special technique when he broke through the Yuan Infant Tribulation, and the apprentices who had not yet married the infant couldn't stand this split at all.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he took out the natal treasure and enlarged it, put it on the head of the half-step yuan baby, and before he was ready to input spiritual power, he forcibly helped the half-step yuan baby block the disaster.

But it was only a disaster.

Suddenly it began to rain in the dark clouds.

This rain is not the usual transparent rain, but red, the color of ordinary blood.

The rain was heavy, and it smoked, producing a red mist of blood.

This change came suddenly, and no one expected that the dark clouds that had just thundered and split people would suddenly rain blood.

All the monks were rubbing their hands together, even the two Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators.

The only exception is the half-step Yuan Infant who was covered by Master Cheng Lao Mo's natal treasure.

At this point, the visible part of the surroundings is blood-red.

This blood-red scene, just like the scene that Meng Ying saw through those blood-red eyes, fell into a blood-red scene between heaven and earth.

This blood red stabbed the eyes of the demon cultivators here, and the bloody qi also filled the noses of these demon cultivators.

These demon cultivators are not fuel-efficient lamps, as long as they have killed people, they will be aroused by this blood rain and the killing intent in their hearts will be infinitely amplified.

Gradually, the Demon Cultivators of the Dan Stage here, except for the half-step Yuan Infant, gradually became confused in their eyes, and red slowly filled the entire pupils.

Killing intent rose from the hearts of every demon cultivator present.

It's just that the influence of the Jiedan Demon Cultivator is greater, and the impact of the two Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators is smaller.

Old Demon Cheng and another Yuan Infant Cultivator quickly reacted and stuffed an elixir into their mouths to get rid of distracting thoughts.