"Erya" looked cold, but when his eyes moved to the head in his arms, he became soft and sad again.

"Will Uncle ever come back to life?"

At this moment, another immature child's voice suddenly came out of Erya's mouth, and even the expression on her face changed to an innocent color.

As soon as the words fell, "Erya's" expression changed again, returning to his previous appearance, and shook his head, "I won't wake up again." At the beginning, I was attacked by the "ghostly spirit", injured the origin of the soul, and has been unconscious, Fusheng tried his best to suppress the "ghostly evil" with the "Demon Refining Mountain", and at the cost of flesh and blood, I wanted to completely refine the evil sword. It's just that I never thought that the "ghostly" had already given birth to spiritual wisdom.

Six thousand years, not only failed to refine it, but even was robbed of the essence of the floating life, if it was not before death, the floating life used a secret method to cross the origin of the divine soul to me, my husband and wife, I am afraid that they will fall with this. ”

"Erya" seems to be talking to herself. This situation is very similar to the appearance of Ghost Yunzi and Zhou Taizu as one and two souls when the land was abandoned.

"Sister, is the evil in your mouth the evil sword that just flew away?"

"Hehe, the girl is so smart, you're right, it's the evil sword!"

The corners of "Erya's" mouth curled, and a rare smile appeared on her face, but such a girl's appearance, combined with the old and deep tone, gave people a very awkward feeling.

"Shall we chase after us?"

Erya said, asking innocently.

"Of course, but before that, there is still something to be done!"

When the words fell, the eyes of "Erya" suddenly flashed with a faint glow, and his hands pinched out the Dao Law Seal at a dazzling speed, and at the same time, his mouth kept chanting an obscure Dao sound like a spell, and as the movement became faster and faster, the "Demon Refining Mountain" that was originally lightly lifted by the void suddenly flashed with a layer of faint black light, like a cloud and mist, completely covering the entire "Demon Refining Mountain". At the same time, millions of emerald green ghostly lights "lit up" at the same time, shooting out in all directions through layers of black light.

Seeing this scene, "Erya" moved his eyes slightly, and when he opened his mouth, a thin mist erupted from his mouth, and with a light wrap, he rolled up the half-human-sized head in his arms and shot towards the top of the "Demon Refining Mountain".

At the same time that this head merged with the top of the "Demon Refining Mountain", a breath that covered the heavens and the earth flashed away from the demon mountain, and dark green pupils shot out from the top of the mountain and rolled away.

It was only at this moment that "Erya" quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the immature child's voice sounded again, "Sister, isn't our human race incompatible with the demon clan? Why is my uncle's real body a demon clan? He is willing to sacrifice himself and make up for this "Demon Refining Mountain" with his own head?"

"You're still young, it's okay if you can't think through some things, just remember, you must not tell anyone about this, understand?"

"Well, I listen to my sister!"

"Okay, now that the matter here is over, let's go and arrest that "evil spirit"! When you avenge your husband, you will prepare for the void tribulation, whether you live or die, it all depends on the will of heaven!"

At the same time as the voice fell, with the one-handed move of "Erya", the "Demon Refining Mountain" of more than 800 zhang quickly shrank, and between two breaths, it had turned into the size of a red date, and gently fell towards the palm of "Erya".

With a flip of his palm, the "Demon Refining Mountain" disappeared without a trace, his eyes looked around, and with a slight touch of his feet, the whole person had turned into a ghostly light, and galloped away in the direction of the open sea.

"Fortunately, this girl of yours has the same physique as my sister, both of which are pure yin bodies, so that they can perfectly integrate with my divine soul in just a few decades, otherwise, my sister and I only have the only way to go!"

In the void, an inaudible voice disappeared with the wind, and at the moment of speaking, the whole person had escaped thousands of miles away, and this speed was far beyond the limit that the primordial old monster could reach!

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Jiaolong swings his tail, a pure force crushes in the direction of Kong Laosan, compared with the hundred zhang dragon tail, Kong Laosan's whole person is like a flying insect, it seems extremely small, but the momentum exuded by the whole body is exactly the same.

In the face of this huge force, "Wen Yan"'s face was extremely solemn, and in a moment, the originally yellowed skin suddenly became crystalline, as if covered with a layer of shining starlight, which looked extremely strange.

After the transformation of the demon infant essence blood, the power of the stars, and the qi of Xuanyin, especially the extreme oppression of nearly ten years in the Luochen Realm, now Kong Laosan's physical strength has reached an extremely strong level, although it cannot be compared with the martial artist who has changed to cultivate the physical body like Qian Hu, but it has surpassed most of the demon clans.

In the face of this pure monstrous power, Kong Laosan intended to test the limits of his physical body.

The momentum of this scene is too vast, whether it is the human race or the demon race, countless creatures have all gathered their eyes, and unlike the worry, anger, and helplessness on the faces of most human races, most of the demon creatures are in a state of extreme excitement, as if they are looking forward to something.

It's just that the next moment, something surprising happened, the imaginary scene of turning into blood mist did not appear, the moment the two came into contact, "Wen Yan" was directly lifted away more than 30 zhang, except for his face was slightly pale and spit out a mouthful of blood, he was not fatally injured. The originally fierce and awe-inspiring Jiaolong screamed, the giant tail, as if eroded by some kind of force, cut off a large piece of flesh, the dragon's body turned uncertainly, and the huge Jiaolong that was originally hidden in the clouds poked out downward, and the lantern-like eyes contained strong anger, staring at the figure of "Wen Yan".

Between the opening of the mouth, the blue and red, entangled wind and dragon flames surging downward, this dragon flame is extremely fierce, the wind helps the fire, the fire borrows the power of the wind, almost in the blink of an eye, it has been towards the "Wen Yan" as a hood.

At this moment, within three hundred zhang of "Wen Yan", whether it was a human race or a demon race, their faces changed drastically, and they scattered wildly around as if they were fleeing.

Dragon Yan is equivalent to the natal true fire of the Jiaolong clan, just like the natal fire that will automatically be derived from the human race after cultivating to the realm of Jindan, after accumulating to a certain level, it will be automatically derived from the body. Generally speaking, unless you can cultivate to the legendary realm of transforming into a god, the Dan fire in your body undergoes a qualitative change and evolves into a life fire, otherwise, even if you are a primordial infant old monster, you generally will not use the infant fire in your body to fight the enemy, and the reason is that this kind of infant fire needs to burn the natal essence blood, and the power is average, but it is too fragile.

With the arrival of the dragon flame, the void seemed to have turned into a furnace that burned the sky and boiled the sea, and even the air became hot, as if it was separated by a light veil, and it was not real.

Above the sea, "Wen Yan" spread out his palm, and eight black and red quaint small orders shot out, with the crazy infusion of spiritual power in the body, the thunder arc above the small orders roared, and the phantoms of eight thunder beasts the size of three zhang condensed, and a thunder prison that also encompassed the void instantly condensed, and greeted the swept dragon flame.

At this moment, countless living beings stared in the direction of "Wen Yan", their eyes surging with all kinds of complex, sluggish, and shocking looks, they could resist the Rongdan Demon Ancestor with the realm of the middle stage of Jindan, as long as they could survive this time, the name of "Wen Yan" would definitely spread throughout the entire Beihai human race.

Thousands of feet away, Mo Li'er looked at the figure in the void in a daze, with a look of extreme worry in her eyes, wanting to find Fan Miao'er to ask, her eyes swept away, but she found that at this moment, Fan Miao'er seemed to have turned into a bloody man, holding a long sword, like a mad demon, her eyes were surging red, and she seemed to be caught in some kind of magic barrier......

At the same time, Feng Dyed Eyebrows, who was far away on the other side, also looked at the void figure with a shocked face, his eyes were full of brilliance, as if he didn't expect that there would be such a powerful and terrifying figure in the same rank, and his heart was thinking about the idea of introducing this person into the Beihai Business Alliance as soon as the battle was over.

Above the void, among the layers of rolling black clouds, those primordial old monsters and Rongdan Demon Ancestors also noticed the situation below, but at this moment, when life and death were at stake, except for a cursory glance, there was no time to care about anything else.

Thunder and flames, the most violent forces between the two heavens and the earth are intertwined, like the gods beating drums and roaring. The power of thunder and fire in the surrounding void continued to converge, and the entire thousand-zhang sea area almost completely turned into a world entrenched in thunder and fire.

However, after only two hours, "Wen Yan"'s face was extremely difficult to look at, if it was a simple competition for spiritual power, even ten of them would not be the opponent of this Rong Dan Jiao Ancestor.

"Wen Yan" moved in his heart, and was just about to summon the Soul Slaying Magic Sword, but the next moment he seemed to think of something, his eyes hesitated, and his right palm was gently spread, and a little purple mang, which was as big as a bean and slowly swirled, lingered.