"Hmph!" The corner of the monk's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, raised his left hand, and the demonic qi like thick ink gushed out, and in the demonic qi, there was a faint black light flashing, and when he looked up, it was actually a black rune the size of a fist, which was flowing and looked very mysterious.

The black-faced man had a blue face and white lips, and there was an inexplicable horror in his heart.

What kind of monster is this guy, he says it's a demon, why does he have the unique secret technique of Xuanfeng Gate, if it's not a demon, how can he be banned here?

The Xuantian Four Spirit Array has been destroyed, what does it have to do with him?

In short, this guy is no match for it!

Thinking of this, the black-faced man's heart has already retreated.

After all, the fate of the tiger-headed monster is there, and although the treasure is tempting, it must also be enjoyed with a life.

The essence in his eyes flickered, and this guy sacrificed another treasure, which was a few marbles the size of a dragon's eye, which turned into several wind dragons and pounced on the strange demon with teeth and claws.

At the same time, he himself turned into a ray of light, shooting backwards.

A strange laugh came to my ears.

"A little coffee, I want to run, it's too naïve, the deity has been trapped in the body of this ancient demon, it has been 100,000 years, and it is not easy to wait for the sacrifice of the fat sheep, how can I let you run away, acquaintance, obediently let the deity devour it!" The voice was hoarse and ugly, as if gold and iron were resonating, and the heart of the black-faced man was becoming more and more frightened.

100,000 years ago?

According to the handwriting of the White Crane, wasn't that catastrophe a million years ago, isn't this guy the Ancient Demon of Garo?

It's a pity that he didn't have much time to think, the demonic qi surged, and from the thick inky black mist, several claw shadows flew out.

In a flash, he disappeared from the spot, and then a ghostly appearance appeared in front of him, the black-faced man's expression changed wildly, and he slapped it on the storage bag without thinking, and sacrificed a blackened iron shield.

The shield had a strange shape, and from the outside, it looked a bit like a turtle shell.

At the same time, as soon as he urged the technique, the castration of the bone blade and the wind dragon became more and more urgent, and he slashed towards the opponent fiercely.

But the black-clothed monk didn't see it, and the demonic energy on his body gushed out wildly, pouring into the red shield.

The sound of chirping reached the ears, and the shield turned purple and black.

Stabbed, the bone knife slashed on it, not only was the shield not broken, but the magic light flashed, and the demonic qi began to spread along the bone knife, and the demonic qi rotted the bones!

The black-faced man's heart jumped in horror, although he had not participated in the great battle a million years ago, but he had heard of this famous demonic supernatural power.

It is said that high-level demons can use the method of demonic energy infusion to easily destroy the monk's magic weapon.

Losing what he had in his hands, even the primordial old monster could only be slaughtered, let alone a low-level monk As soon as the force was touched, the bone knife let out a wail, and countless cracks appeared on the surface, and then broke inch by inch.

The wind dragon is similar, originally still with teeth and claws, but as soon as it comes into contact with the demonic energy, it actually disappears, and the magic power of the ancient demon really lives up to its name, and the black-faced man has been frightened to the sky, and he is busy injecting the demonic power into the shield.

The claw shadow then poisoned it fiercely.

There was a tooth-aching sound, but the shield wasn't broken.

The black-faced man breathed a sigh of relief, this shield was made by him who had killed the first- and third-order best turtle demon clans, and used its turtle shell supplemented by several kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, carefully refined, and the defensive power was really extraordinary.

Although he escaped a catastrophe, the black-faced man did not think that he could oppose the monster in front of him, which looked like a demon but not a demon, and his figure flashed, and he continued to turn into a frightened rainbow and flee outside.

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corners of the mouth of the "Aoluo Ancient Demon", his hands suddenly closed, and he hugged them into balls.

"Go!" With a light sound of this demon, the ice crystals trembled, like thousands of powerful arrows, roaring forward.

Due to the large number of them, all the areas within a radius of dozens of zhang were shrouded, and the black-faced man had no ears to hide, so he was so frightened that he could only shrink his body and hide behind the turtle shield.

The sound of crackling in the secluded area came to his ears, and the black-faced man's face turned white, and the shield began to crack.

If you continue to hide here, you can only sit and wait.

Escaping is dangerous, but there is still a chance of survival!

In a moment, he had made up his mind and raised his head, and with a roar, his body skyrocketed, suddenly rising more than three feet, his clothes were torn inch by inch, his exposed skin was as hard as iron, his green tendons were bulging, his fangs were extended, and his lips were turned outward, and he turned into the image of a wild boar that had been standing and walking.

Then he opened his mouth, and a stream of essence blood spurted out, and he quickly stretched out his hand to draw a talisman, only to see a red shadow flash, and the blood actually changed into two wings, out of his back, and then this demon escape technique suddenly accelerated.

A wisp of color flashed in the eyes of the ancient demon of Jialuo, but he didn't have the slightest intention of chasing after him, but raised his hand, turned his five fingers into claws, and grabbed at the ground and the void.

Although this hall is large, but the secret technique of the pig demon is not trivial, and it is about to come to the palace gate, and I can't help but feel happy in my heart, as long as I get out of here, there should be no problem with escaping my life.

However, at this moment, a mutation protruded, and a hole was opened in the ground three feet in front of him, and several black shadows shot out from it.

At such a close distance, it was too late to dodge.

The shadows pierced his body, and the secret technique of muscle hardening did not have the slightest effect, but after a bang, the corpse turned into an arm.

"Oh, the stand-in catastrophe**, I can't imagine that among the demon clan, there are also magical powers similar to my demon path, but do you think that in this way, you can escape the poisonous hands of the deity?" The black-clothed monk let out a quackling laugh, and then the demonic energy surged, and countless hairs actually grew on the top of his bare head.

No, it's not hair, it's thin thick hands, each one is only one-third the thickness of the little finger, but it looks hideous and terrifying, and at the top of the tentacle, there is actually a small mouth, and inside the mouth, it seems to have shrunk countless times the demon's fangs.

Although the demon cultivator's technique is weird and evil, it is naturally far inferior to the real demon in front of him.

The pig demon escaped a catastrophe, and before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw this thousands of poisonous snake-like shots pounce on him from all directions.

Too much and too dense, unless he can teleport, there is simply no room to dodge.

This demon was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, stretched out his hand and patted it on his waist, and seven or eight magic weapons were sacrificed by him, turned into various colored light clusters, and protected him in front of him.