At this time, they all stopped the pace of pursuit.

Grabbing the withered hair of the human head in his hand, Qing Han's eyes rose slightly, and he slowed down slightly, but he did not stop moving.

At this time, it was about dozens of miles away from the location of the Eight Demon Generals, if it was not in this ignorant space, it would be clear to the naked eye, and the huge body in front of him had shrunk to the size of an ordinary person.

There is still no sense of urgency.

Performing such a number of shifting methods is also a lot of load on this body, Qing Han felt a little tired, so he simply stopped, and poked his sword into the void on the side, and the point was rippled, and then the center of the mirror was broken.

Break through the cobweb-like lines.

When the mirror surface is completely shattered, the debris floats into the air and instantly condenses into a point, and at the same time extends forward indefinitely.

It seems that this thing is as thin and soft as a fish intestine.

A few breaths stretched for dozens of miles, Qing Han's eyes flashed, he grabbed this thing with one hand, and then threw it from left to right.

The fish intestines were pulled up and shattered all the way, destroying everything that passed, and swept towards the place where the Eight Demon Generals were.

The fish intestine sword in his hand disappeared.

Qing Han frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, so he shot a red arrow from his left eye.

The senses recovered a little again.

I only vaguely saw a huge black fan, and there was nothing inside except destruction.

This time, the red arrow was not destroyed, and it was successfully shot into the heavenly whirlpool, and the paper lantern the size of a cloud once again covered the entire sky, so that all perception abilities were completely restored.

Looking away from the black fan, Qing Han turned his head slightly, and his pupils contracted violently.

The Eight Demons appeared behind him at some point.

The eight python heads swayed from side to side, and then there was a click, and the python head suddenly stretched upward.

The python head is not separated from the body, and there is a long neck in the middle as a connection, which is about the same length as the height of ten zhang.

The four large slits on the python's head suddenly opened, revealing four inverted triangle-shaped orange beads.

Qing Han took his breath and turned his head back silently while raising his steps.

The eight necks turned in a circle, and after their eyes rolled wildly, they all glared at Qing Han.

Eight halberds fell from the sky and pierced around Qing Han's body, pulling a transparent blood curtain between them to fill the gap.

Seeing this, Qing Han stepped on the spot, and at the same time, his body flashed.

Crashing heavily to the ground and crashing into a small crater.

The top was made out of nothing, and a black top cover appeared, bouncing back the castration of Qinghan.

The feeling of being imprisoned came naturally, and the blade of the sword could not pierce the circle of imprisonment, so Qing Han reached out and touched the blood curtain.

There was a pop, wisps of yellow smoke.

Blood blisters appear on the palms of the hands.

Looking at the black top cover, it is not completely solid, it seems to be a liquid condensed and in flux.

At this time, countless black bags protruded from the black cover.

Gradually elongated.

A strip of black liquid elongated to such an extent that a certain part could not bear the weight.

Crisp and crisp.

Broken.

The remnants hung upside down on his shoulder, and Qing Han scolded secretly, stretching out a finger to push it down.

Instead, it was all over the shoulders.

The liquid disappeared very quickly, and there was an itching sensation on the skin, and Qing Han scratched the edge of his collarbone.

Shoulders suddenly protruded, pushing up all the clothes.

Dodging a trail of falling black liquid, Qing Han reached into his long sleeves.

Soft and moist to the touch.

A handful of rip sleeves.

A lip opened slightly. A long, slightly white tongue that stretches out and retracts. There was not a single tooth in it, and black saliva flowed down from the corners of the mouth in two streams with the expansion and contraction of the black tongue, one flowing down the back and one across the chest.

Everywhere the saliva passed, including that finger, there were bursts of strange things, dozens of wrinkles in the clothes, and strange sensations spread all over the body.

After a while, the shirt was lifted up and no longer came into contact with the body.

Half-untapping his black shirt and revealing half of his body, Qing Han glanced down and did not show the slightest abnormality.

The black cover melted like an ice cube, and the liquid on the surface of the ice under it protruded innumerably, and the juice from above converged downward, and the sticky strips pulled down were innumerable at this time.

After all, the space is narrow, even if you dodge most of it, your body is a little stained, and because of the dodge, you also get some on your neck.

The lips exposed to the air touched the black liquid, and they opened and closed with excitement, and their long tongues swayed from side to side, sweeping the delicious food that fell from the sky, and more saliva was born. The lips that were covered by their clothes could only receive the faint black liquid flowing from above, and they seemed to be extremely annoyed by this, and they stretched out their tongues frantically, loosening Qinghan's belt.

The clothes slowly fell.

Qing Han was in a cold sweat at this time, and his neck was also very uncomfortable, so he took a deep breath and took out an eyeball from the storage bag.

The eyeball was already red, but the pupils were not dilated, and its direction was just aligned with Qing Han.

The sides of his neck squirmed violently.

Poo!

Two things broke through the thin skin and came out.

It is two heads, and Qing Han is no stranger.

None of them are small, with three heads squeezing against each other.

A triangular python sizzles and spits out letters, sweeping away the blood that burst out, and a Buddha's flesh head grits its teeth and chews the thin flesh around the neck that has been brought out.

The Eight Demons had been standing quietly for a long time, and at this time there was a change.

There are two more fissures in the center of the python's head, which dissociate from each other and divide into four petals, each of which has an eye, and a large mouth appears in the center of the four petals, with several rings of broken teeth inside and outside, and the smaller the tooth ring is the more inside.

Followed by.

Their necks bent downward, and they bit off the head of the Buddha, and at the same time, the head suddenly opened its eyes, opened its mouth wide and screamed.

The python stuck it with a circle of broken teeth, then chewed into pieces with a crushing bite, and swallowed the crumbs in the last bite.

The scream had not stopped, revealing from the long neck that was constantly shrinking and wriggling, and then the residue entered the demon general's abdomen, and it could still penetrate out, and Qing Han could hear it clearly.

"So you still saw it, then you should understand! He spent thousands of years helping you practice, just to know the direction to the realm of the gods, this is the meaning of your existence!", Qing Han looked at the skull in his hand, gently kneaded the eyeball in his hand, and then grinned, pinched the eyeball into a broken chip with one hand, and smashed the skull into a fist with the other, pressing the fragments of these two hands towards the mark on the center of the eyebrows.

A slit cracked in the center of the brow again, and this time it wasn't a beam of light, but a pillar of flesh and blood.

Extend endlessly.

Sweeping away the clouds in the sky, skimming through the sky of ignorance, penetrating the whirlpool of flesh and blood in the sky, and piercing into the realm of heaven and earth.

The three heads swayed for a moment, and their lips burst into laughter.

"I will follow in your footsteps, cross thousands of years of life and death, step into the realm of the gods, and find the root of all suffering!"

The brain is filled with mixed information, containing all the memories of some people, and the information in it spans thousands of years, and then it is tightly intertwined with each other, unable to distinguish between you and me, and Qing Han fell into madness for a while.

"Before we find the only way, let true death befall the world!"

Scraped a piece of rotten flesh from the back of his hand, and his upper lip and teeth festered in the scream.

Xuanjian danced in confusion, humming in pain

The sword qi was filthy and swept across the dark realm of ignorance.

The Eight Demons tried their best to dodge, and even disappeared.

This sword is complete and incomplete, less than the complete Zhou Tian, and it is not half of the Tiangang.

The sword qi escaped too much, and it naturally shattered.

The heavenly swirl is octagonal, and afterimages appear everywhere.

The physique emerges.

Half of his body was cut off, but he was still alive, and the python head was still there.

This sword has no spirit and inscription, does not fit the number of heaven and earth, and is free from the three lives.

Debris falls to the ground.

Bounce up.

Turned into dust.

Trace.