In the valley, the air was stagnant, the wind stopped, and a group of demon clans looked solemn, standing in front of the wheel altar, and concluding the ancient demon clan script.

Wang Qingyuan looked ahead, there was a snake demon separated from him, that is, a very tall figure, with crooked muscles and muscles, a very strong figure, a demon soldier from the giant elephant clan, manifested as a big elephant, looking a little honest and sluggish, with a long and thick nose, as if a steel whip was swinging.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already known about it, Wang Qingyuan would have been deceived in the past, and the cunning of this demon's mind was far better than his appearance.

"One sacrifice! Sacrifice my demon clan for thousands of years!"

The wolf chanted demonically, and all kinds of syllables were suppressed and frustrated, with a unique rhythm, with a taste of historical years.

"One sacrifice, sacrifice to my demon clan for thousands of years!"

The demons followed, and one hundred and ten people groaned, and an invisible wave began to breed, appearing above the wheel altar.

A strange spiritual fluctuation, similar to spiritual power, as if the thoughts of the demon clan converged, and under the attraction of this ancient syllable, it even caused a lot of oppression to Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power permeating the void.

"Sacrifice again, sacrifice my demon emperor will never be destroyed!"

The demons recite the sacrificial texts, and the ancient demon syllables gather spiritual thoughts, so that the spiritual power of the demons manifests in advance in the world.

Wang Qingyuan condensed his spiritual power and avoided this spiritual torrent, and then, he saw two bull demons stepping forward and working together to lift a palm-sized iron box onto the wheel altar.

The two bull demons are like iron towers, one foot high, and the palms of the big fans overlap, holding the iron box in their hands, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the tips of their noses.

Boom!

The iron box fell to the ground, and there was a deafening sound, Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, how could it be so heavy, it was a thousand catties, with the natural physique of these two bull demons, it should never be so difficult, let alone such a small iron box, what was inside.

"Please Shentie!"

The wolf demon spoke solemnly, and his hideous eyes rarely showed awe and fanaticism.

Prostrate on the ground, the two bull demons opened the various hidden buttons on the iron box like a pilgrimage, causing it to disintegrate, revealing the contents of the box.

A thumb-sized piece of iron, as if it had dried up, full of wrinkles and cracks.

Shentie?

Wang Qingyuan frowned, he seemed to have seen this word from some classic codex, from the hand of a refining master, not a casting secret book, but a biography describing the world's divine iron immortal materials, which mentioned that there is a way in heaven and earth, giving birth to divine iron immortal materials, the most precious of which are nine divine irons.

As for which nine divine irons they are, the biography is vague, and there seem to be some taboos, and the only thing mentioned is that the divine iron has a spirit, and those who have won it become enlightened.

What is the so-called enlightenment, the enlightenment of the Yuan Shen, or the feathering of the immortals, Wang Qingyuan can't figure it out, but at the moment, it seems that the broken iron pieces on the wheel altar, although there are no clues, but most of them have an extraordinary origin.

The sacrifice is in progress, and the sacrificial text of the demon clan's wheel does not have much literary brilliance, but the recklessness and bloody atmosphere between the lines cannot be concealed.

And the way of sound is also different, Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power is keen, and it is faintly appearing, the reason why the spiritual thoughts of these demons can converge is very related to this unique way of sound, and there is even a taste of cleansing the body and penetrating the original spirit.

Airplanes!

Around the wheel altar, the corpses of the thirty-six babies sacrificed suddenly burned with transparent flames, and in an instant, they turned into a ball of pure white and flawless pure qi, which was the innate breath of the human body that had just been born and had not yet dissipated.

There was a cold light splashing in his eyes, Wang Qingyuan was patient, he wanted to find the most deadly opportunity, he didn't want to let go of any of the more than 100 demon clans.

The clumps of innate fetal breath were all devoured, and the broken iron pieces were very strange, and there seemed to be no change, but the next moment, the sacrificial sounds of the demons suddenly rose, and the spirit fluctuated brightly.

A qi that made Wang Qingyuan's soul tremble began to recover, but Wang Qingyuan bit the tip of his tongue, grasped the clarity, and entered the eyes, all the monsters showed a little languid, obviously such a sacrifice has a lot of consumption of spirit.

Now is the time!

Without the slightest hesitation, in Wang Qingyuan's ancestral court, all the spiritual power surged out like the Yangtze River, and the second skill of "Time Knife" urged to the limit, the ancestral hole in the east, the first star position bloomed with immeasurable light, and the second star position also flashed with starlight, with light inside.

Mind Trick!

Not against one person alone, but at once against all the nearly 100 monsters except for the giant elephant demon soldier.

A grand illusion, the sound of sacrifice runs through the sky, the broken iron is revived, the vast river of time and space is opened, and the ancient demon clan heroes return to the yang.

Boom!

At the same time, Wang Qingyuan made a move, the blue iron long knife behind his back was unsheathed, the sword light was domineering, and the killing intent in his eyes was so strong that it was almost ignited, as if two rounds of stars illuminated the world, vowing to kill all demons and evils.

"Not good!"

The giant elephant demon soldier shouted angrily, changed his disguise and was honest, his eyes were like copper bells, and a layer of dark cyan vitality floated on his body, the giant elephant vitality belonging to the giant elephant clan was thin, he was tall, but he was very sensitive, his body twisted, his arms swept out like a sledgehammer, the air was compressed, torn, like a firecracker, and a fist more than an inch long was born on the fist.

Clang!

With a loud bang, the fist blade and the blade intersected, and a series of sparks were born.

"Damn it!"

The demon soldier of the giant elephant clan snorted, stepped on the footsteps, and retreated backwards, one fist was bloody, and there were knife marks on the fist.

Wang Qingyuan was also churning in blood, the strength of the demon soldiers of the giant elephant clan was too strong, and his own vitality was far more vigorous and condensed than the two demon soldiers he had killed before, and his fist skills were fierce and powerful, and he actually relied on his brute force to break free from his sword realm and block this almost fatal knife.

Laugh at!

Wang Qingyuan's body did not retreat, the furnace of the five viscera was opened, the qi and blood were spurted, the power of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" was also raised to the extreme, and the qi and blood stored in the furnace of the five viscera were continuously supplied, he raised his hand, and his fingertips revealed an inch-long blood-colored aura, like a mist swirling, towards the giant elephant clan demon soldier is four fingers fell one after another, the fingers penetrated, piercing the air, the true meaning of "Rising Sun Finger" was masculine and vast, locking the giant elephant clan demon soldier.

"The dragon is like a prajna!"

The giant elephant demon soldier roared, and the phantom of a giant elephant faintly appeared behind him, and his only remaining intact palm pinched the fist print, facing the four fingers is a punch.

"Landslide!"

With this punch, Wang Qingyuan seemed to see a mountain collapse, and an ancient elephant woke up from its slumber, swept with a long nose, and uprooted a towering tree.

The true meaning of boxing!

Wang Qingyuan's heart was shocked, he didn't expect that this giant elephant demon soldier actually had a second-order boxing technique, and he had obtained the true meaning inheritance.

Bang!

The true meaning of "Rising Sun Finger" was crushed, the fingers shattered, becoming light rain, and the fist was unabated, hitting Wang Qingyuan in the air, there was no fancy, only a landslide-like fist true intention, to crush him into powder.

Recite!

A long knife roar seemed to sound from the depths of the underworld, Wang Qingyuan's long knife shook, and the second knife that had been accumulated for a long time bloomed.

This knife, such as the birth of crape myrtle, commanding Beidou, is the majestic power of the emperor, and it is the determination of the knife to come out without regrets.

There was a sharp edge in the world, the air was cut silently, and on the tip of the knife, the inch-long knife condensed into a substance, crystal like blood jade, and an unprecedented shadow emerged from the depths of the soul.

"Knife Qi!"

Before he could scream, the Giant Elephant Demon Soldier's body twisted, and his fist tried his best to deflect direction, but the knife was too fast, like a ray of light, instantly filling all his sights.

Burst!

With a soft sound, blood flowers bloomed, and the blood rushed up several feet high, and the entire giant elephant demon soldier flew out, the small half of his body was cut open, and his entire left arm fell shoulder to shoulder, and the cyan demon blood gurgled and sprinkled like a spring.

Wang Qingyuan is like a god walking in the dark, the long knife is in the direction, one by one the demon level flies, all kinds of demon blood are intertwined, and they converge into a stream around the wheel altar, and the bloody atmosphere is disgusting.

After just a few breaths, Wang Qingyuan returned to the giant elephant demon soldier, he took a long breath, his five organs sounded in unison, and a great suction force was transmitted from his body, the blood of the demons gathered like a torrent, and a blazing five-colored furnace faintly manifested on his chest, and the lid of the furnace was lifted in half, revealing a furnace mouth as deep as volcanic lava.

Yin and yang differentiate, opening up the world; The furnace of the five internal organs refined the blood of the demons, almost in an instant, the five internal organs were filled with pure blood gas, Wang Qingyuan roared, and the remaining demon blood was purified and burned together, becoming a fire, the five-color furnace shook violently, and the lid of the furnace was directly lifted by a strong force, as if an active volcano suddenly erupted, and the power of qi and blood rushed up from Wang Qingyuan's body, becoming a rolling blood and wolf smoke, reaching a height of eight zhang, and even covering several zhang of land around the body, becoming a kind of qi and blood field like smoke.

The kung fu of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" has reached a preliminary perfection so far.

Under the wheel altar, the demon soldier from the giant elephant clan coughed up blood, his eyes were full of horror, a few years ago, he had also fought with the disciples of the outer courtyard who had been trained in the Xuantian Dao in this Moon Mountain Range, even if there were outstanding disciples of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", the style of yin and yang differentiation was far from so terrifying, as if it was really groundbreaking, that kind of temperament and god form were too terrifying.

The eyes were bright, as if two rounds of stars were rising and falling, and in the face of such a gaze, the demon soldiers of the Giant Elephant Clan were afraid and did not dare to look directly.

Mind Trick!

Without saying anything, Wang Qingyuan directly used the mind confusing technique and began to deter and enslave the soul of this demon.

This giant elephant clansman, who can guard this sacrificial place alone in the realm of demon soldiers, is enough to show that his identity is extraordinary, with a trace of demon king blood, no wonder the talent is so strong, and he also has a second-order fist method with a complete true inheritance, Wang Qingyuan is still the skill of the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong", and most of them have to be explained here today.

But now, such a seriously injured body, no matter how strong the bloodline is, it has not given birth to spiritual power, Wang Qingyuan's eyes are very cold, and the mind confusion technique is urged to the peak, an ancient Taiji diagram instantly crowded this ancestral divine court, and the two qi of yin and yang rotated, as if the long river of time was condensed in it, and it was washed fiercely, and the dead and dilapidated ones would eventually be annihilated.

The only remaining giant elephant soul in the divine court struggled slightly, and it was like Sumeru turning into a mustard seed, falling into the Taiji diagram and disappearing.

As if he had swallowed something great to replenish it, at this moment, Wang Qingyuan only felt that his spiritual power had increased violently, he was blessed to his soul, and his spiritual power was aroused, and the majestic qi and blood belonging to the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" swayed upward, like a wild imagination, and hit the last star gate of the second star position.

Rumble!

The star gate was shattered, the starlight was like a waterfall, and it fell down, and at this point, the four star aperture all spewed thin brilliance, and the second star position was finally lit up.

In the dark, the invisible power passed down in the void, Wang Qingyuan's eyebrows were in the east, two points of starlight bloomed, and in an instant, an indescribable majestic aura spread, and the giant elephant demon soldiers stared at Wang Qingyuan's eyebrows to the east, and the two stars were concluded, he seemed to have something, and an irrepressible horror suddenly appeared in his pupils.

However, this majestic aura was only a flash in the pan, and when the power transmitted by the void stopped, and the starlight disappeared, Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, the gaze of the giant elephant demon soldier became dull, and he no longer had the consciousness of autonomy.

"Whose soul is it that the Dao Infant Sacrifice recruits?"

"Look...... Month...... Emperor. ”

Even if he was enslaved by the Mind Confusion Technique, this giant elephant demon soldier also showed an incomparably struggling color, as if it was a taboo, penetrating deep into his heart, making him subconsciously resist violently.

Although it is just a few words, it is almost certain that Wang Qingyuan's heart has become extremely heavy, and his guess has come true, this is definitely not a good sign, a demon emperor, how strong he was during his lifetime, it is difficult to imagine at all, Wang Qingyuan has read a lot of former sage codexes, historical biographies, for a top powerhouse like the demon emperor, no matter which book it is, there are only two words.

Destroy the heavens!

In four words, the Tao is infinitely terrifying.

"What kind of divine iron is that?" Wang Qingyuan asked again.

"Fragments of divine weapons, Sumeru divine iron, the size is as good as it gets, and it is contained in mustard seeds. ”

Sumeru Divine Iron!

Wang Qingyuan groaned, and he knew its wonder between the lines, he silently remembered it in his heart, and said: "There are several places in the Dao Infant Sacrifice, where are they, and how many demon clan powerhouses there are. ”

"Ninety-eight places, forty-nine places are guarded by the demon generals and the demon lord, all of them are one hundred and eight sacrifices, with the main soldiers as the guide, and the remaining forty-nine places are guarded by demon soldiers in the mountains, all of which are thirty-six sacrifices, with fragments as the medium ......"

Wang Qingyuan was stunned, he didn't expect this giant elephant demon soldier to really know so much, even if the location of the Dao Infant Sacrifice was not fully known, it was enough to see its identity and status, but soon, he was stunned, and his heart was boiling, one hundred and eight Dao Infant Sacrifices, there were forty-nine places, and there were thirty-six sacrifices, which were also forty-nine.