The remote deep courtyard, the outside covers the dusk, there is a clear pond inside, rockery potted plants, willow smoke, and the curtain has no repetition, which should be an elegant scenery.

At this moment, it was completely destroyed by the unspeakable smell of fishy smell and tearing sound.

The corpse demon knelt on the altar, tearing off the thin strips, and the dense mass of large insects was exposed to the air, rolling and wriggling wildly to get into it to avoid the behemoth.

Helplessly, the corpse demon refused to let go, and opened the crack with both hands, digging into the crack with one hand, and holding his hand into a fist, and when he withdrew it, his fingers were also full of this thing.

If you exert too much force, some of them are squeezed flat, and a thick dark green juice flows out, and drop by drop is pulled into silk, flowing down the finger seams and palm lines.

The corpse demon cracked open the countless furrows that had already been formed by the dry cracks on his face, and his mouth opened as big as his head.

The palm of his hand stretched and threw it into his mouth, and the two rows of irregular black teeth rubbed together, splashing dozens of dark green from the cracks on both sides, and swallowed it in his throat.

The cut in his head healed most of it in no time.

The corpse demon clenched his fists, feeling the little strength regained, and did not forget to stare at the sword-holding man at the gate of the inner courtyard.

This person is very weird, don't take advantage of his weakness to make a move, let himself enjoy the tribute first.

Li Guoqiang fled while vomiting, but he was not busy chasing him, but stood here and looked at himself with interest, his body kept trembling, as if he was angry and excited.

And this person looks like a human being, not a demon, not a demon, and the evil nature is exposed at a glance.

As for the cultivation skill, the corpse demon had already carefully observed it, and its body qi and blood were boiling but not strong.

It's just a three-five realm of crying blood, and it's even weaker than my current self.

What's more, after he uses up the sacrifice, he will recover the power of the Yin Demon, not to mention killing this person like an ant, but he can be chopped into minced meat with just one axe.

Thinking of this, the speed of recovery suddenly became faster.

Tearing and swallowing one by one, his body became more and more bloated.

The new black flesh covers the white bones so fast that it is imperceptible to the naked eye.

At this time, the corpse demon is no different from ordinary people, except for abnormal obesity and dull skin.

He was covered in flesh, as fat as a haystack, his hips were fat, his belly collapsed and hung outward, and the fleshy wings around his waist trembled with every step.

Gripping the curved axe, he looked coldly at where Qing Han was.

The corpse demon's hand holding the handle of the axe was slightly forced, and the handle of the axe gurgled and gurgled all over its body, and a faint filthy aura spread out from its body.

The body is abnormally fat, but the speed is far beyond ordinary people.

One step fell, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind Qing Han, and the mountains collided with each other, and an axe suddenly fell in a low roar.

Splitting the two sides of the flowing wind, the cold light of the axe blade went straight to the center of Qing Han's head.

If you are struck by this axe, you will be split in half, and there will be no life left.

"I thought you had some terrible ability, and you still had to die under the ghost axe full of corpses and demons!"

As soon as the blade of the axe landed on the top of Qing Han's head, the poignant sound of men and women who couldn't distinguish between men and women penetrated into his ears.

If ordinary people listen to it, their minds will be affected, and their whole body will be cold, their thinking will be sluggish, and they will not be able to move.

The corpse demon was hit by the ghost axe before he could react when he saw Qing Han, and intensified his attack with a cruel smile.

The ghost axe split Qing Han's body and landed on the ground, and the bluestone within a seven-foot range collapsed and sank deeply, forming a large pit several feet deep.

However, Qing Han's body, which had been divided into two halves, still stood, without shedding tattered internal organs, not even a trace of blood.

The Xuanjian in his hand did not fall, but kept laughing in a low voice.

The corpse demon's complexion changed, and the fat on his face was about to squeeze into his head, but without much hesitation, the direction of the front immediately changed.

Chao Qinghan's remnants were cross-cut and divided into four parts.

Another low roar and a punch hit four of the mutilated bodies.

"I'd like to see if you can survive with one punch!"

In his mind, this man was too strange to be split into four pieces by two axes and not die, but to break him.

At the moment of this punch, Qing Han's lips that were divided into two halves hooked together, and the four pieces of remnants turned into four black gases.

The corpse demon punched through the black qi and hit the air.

Immediately after that, the four black qi fused with each other and then tumbled, outlining a faceless human form in an instant.

Grabbing the arm of the corpse demon with one hand, a sword slashed diagonally at the base of the corpse demon's arm with a burst of dark laughter.

The corpse demon's arm seemed to be pinched and couldn't move, and the sword was about to cut off his arm.

He snorted coldly, and his figures overlapped.

A figure flashed out of its fat body.

"Zheng ......"

I could only hear the sound of a clash of swords, and the figure stood still.

The palm of his hand pressed against the tip of Qing Han's sword, and only one point entered, and a trace of dark red stickiness flowed from the recess.

The Roshan behind this man maintained his previous appearance, motionless.

This person is a soul body, his appearance is the same as ordinary people, his body is burly, his eyebrows are big, and his eyebrows are heroic.

There is no previous brutality at all, just contempt for the people in front of him, and he shifts between the semi-illusory and the solid.

Qing Han had already recovered his previous evil appearance at this time, his eyes flickered slightly, and at the same time, he urged the qi and blood in his body to roll, pouring all the power into his hands, making the strength even greater.

Pierced directly through the palm of the sword against death, and went straight to the location of the person's heart.

The skewers did not change the color of the face, and let the green cold pierce into the chest.

He grabbed the blade of the sword and pulled it to the right, spewing out a dark red viscous splash in all directions.

With the other hand, he pulled out the corpse demon and swept the ghost axe forward.

Qing Han pulled out the Xuanjian and stepped back half a zhang, and looked coldly at this person's lips opening and closing.

"The three thousand demons who are sleeping in the Yin Spring Prison...... With my Yin Demon Blood, I will summon you and others to come to Nan'an and set off boundless slaughter!"

Nan'an is the only capital city in Pakistan, the land range is the most vast, that is, Badu, the first checkpoint of Nan'an, and the most important protection.

As soon as the string of words fell, his face showed a strange glow, and at the same time, the spots on the ground flickered, and soon evaporated into wisps of dark red mist, rising in the sky and dissipating.

The sky was gradually turning blood red.

Suddenly, red rain fell and sprinkled all over the radius, and it also fell on the courtyard where the strings and Qinghan were located.

Qing Han suddenly raised his head to look at the red rain curtain in the sky, feeling the red rain falling on his face and dripping on the Xuanjian clanging.

A fishy and disgusting smell penetrated the tip of his nose, and his brow furrowed.

Staring at the string of people who were spreading their hands to welcome the red rain and laughing wildly, Qing Han's frowning brows gradually relaxed.

Holding the Xuanjian and swinging it fiercely to the side, shaking off the sword body, the blood was sprinkled on the side, showing a curved mark.

Soon the blood rain stopped falling, and the blood light on the top of the sky also dissipated, and it lasted less than half a moment.

However, the ground began to shake incessantly, spreading from far and near.

It was as if something was constantly coming out of the ground.

His pale face became unusually ruddy at this moment, and he no longer spread his hands and laughed wildly.

His eyes were even more blood-red, and his gaze swept towards Qing Han like lightning, and his appearance at this time was similar to that when he lived in the body of a corpse demon before, and it was also very similar to Li Yuan's evil form at the beginning.

"It's just a mere blood weeping mid-level realm, it's not my opponent of the Blood Demon Guards! no one can stop my Blood Demon clan from descending and setting off boundless blood waves in this heaven and earth!"

Strings full of maniacal laughter, heads and eyes.

Qing Han rubbed his eyebrows, and his lips pursed slightly to look quite helpless.

"When can the little pawns under the Yin Spring be so arrogant, it seems that the gatekeeper of the Nine Prisons is really dead......"

Hearing this, Chuan Man was stunned, but he heard Qing Han Youyou say, "But it's also, even I am dead, how can they not die." ”

Looking at the Xuanjian in Qing Han's hand, combined with the previous words, an extremely ridiculous thought rose in his heart.

It's just that it's too unbelievable, suppressing the conjecture in his heart, and asking loudly, "Who are you, how can you know about the Nine Hells Yin Spring!"

Qing Han sensed that with a hook of his fingers, the turbid qi of the Xuanjian in his hand overflowed and spun rapidly, forming a turbidity cyclone.

Wrapped around its body and exposed its edge, it swept away from the palm of its hand and swept towards the string.

String Man looked at the screech that swept in, and showed a mocking smile, the speed and power of this whirlwind are strong, but for him who has cultivated the Yin God, it is too much of an axe.

Its shape can be seen with the naked eye, and an axe will definitely break its momentum!

From top to bottom, a black light containing bursts of ghost crying appeared, transforming into a three-headed demon and colliding with the whirlwind.

The demon screamed bitterly.

The whirlwind dissipated.

The Xuanjian is powerless to fall.

A black shadow rushed over and caught the sword, and immediately broke through the axe and fell in two.

Yu Li broke down the courtyard wall, and gloomy laughter followed.

"It is worthy of cultivating the domain demon of the Yin God. ”

Before the words fell, Qing Han grasped the Xuanjian tightly, stepped on the ground to leave a deep pit, and floated around and stabbed straight towards the throat.

The string is full of unhurried axe blocking.

The tip of the sword drilled a little spark at the axe, but it couldn't move an inch.

With a sneer, he threw out a black crescent moon with one leg and hit Qing Han's waist.

Qing Han spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body rolled upside down.

Turned into a black gas and fell to the ground again, and a scarlet color flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Licking the corners of his mouth, his face immediately became gloomy, and he said slowly, "This body is shallow in cultivation, and it has wasted time learning the art of half-hung Fangshi, so I really can't help you!"

The string of footsteps did not stop, the axe fell, and a few more slashes were made one after another, and he said with a cruel smile, "Mere mortals also go to learn the art of mandrill spirit charm, but weeping blood realm ants, I see how long you can last!"

"In my hands, I can also kill your Yin God, but it will cost you some price. ”

Qing Han was hit by the axe, scattered and reorganized several times, and was already a little weak and tired.

Lifting the sword, he rotated his fingertips a few times, and when he finally stopped, the blade pointed at his chest.

"The so-called crying blood can also be the ...... of abandoning blood"

The strange light in Qing Han's eyes flashed away, and his hand pressed hard, piercing his chest.

Gently close your eyes, and a powerful suction force is created in your body.

The body twisted and squirmed up and down, and the flesh and blood were vigorously sucked, forming bulges that were absorbed by the Xuanjian that pierced into the body.

Soon Qing Han's body shrank, and his originally young and handsome appearance changed.

The delicate skin becomes dull, the long black and shiny hair becomes yellow, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken.

It was like a skeleton draped in human skin, with staggered skin folds all over the place, and a cold and rich atmosphere of death escaping from the inside out.