As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, I saw that there were words in his mouth, and the next moment the momentum on his body was rising, and a strong sense of oppression rose to the sky.

I saw that there were bursts of demonic sounds around him, and the demonic energy like ink was tumbling and surging, which made people tremble to watch.

As the incantation in his mouth rose and fell, I saw the abrupt clothes of his body penetrate abruptly, and red light shot out. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered with blood, and the burst of blood shot out was blood.

The wisps of blood shot out in front of him, and the whirlwind was strangely suspended in the air, and as more and more blood flowed out, the middle-aged demon cultivator's ruddy face gradually turned pale.

On the other hand, the strange suspended blood in the air gradually formed a terrifying blood-colored battle armor, which was full of blood-colored wriggling terrifying demon patterns, and a monstrous bloody aura rushed to his face, and Wang An on the opposite side clearly felt a disgusting bloody breath.

"Condensation!"

I saw that the spell in the mouth of the middle-aged demon cultivator came to an abrupt end, and all the demonic qi disappeared in an instant, and the blood-colored battle armor demon pattern squirmed for a while, and the next moment it instantly merged into the middle-aged demon cultivator's body.

"Boom!"

The moment the blood-colored battle armor merged into his body, a surging blood qi rushed to his face, and the monstrous demonic qi instantly flooded his entire figure.

"Boom, little ghost, what do I think you're going to do with me this time?" came a terrifying laugh from the demonic fog that made people's scalps tingle.

As soon as the laughter fell, a huge stick shadow came towards Wang An.

Seeing this situation, Wang An, who had been prepared for a long time, sneered, his body swayed, and then avoided the other party's menacing blow, and at the same time, he clenched his fists and turned his hands to bombard, and the yellow fist shadow in the sky directly bombarded the opponent.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged demon cultivator was blessed by the strange battle armor, and the magic wand was horizontal in his chest, and he forcibly took Wang An's casual blow.

Wang An's face remained unchanged, his figure was blurred for a while, and the next moment he appeared directly in front of the middle-aged monk, and in front of him, the shadow of the fist in the sky blasted directly towards the other party with the momentum of air explosion.

The middle-aged demon cultivator's face was pale, he didn't say a word, his arm was raised, and the magic wand in his hand shook out thousands of shadows, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and greeted Wang An.

After an earth-shattering wave of aura, the two quickly separated, and the two were evenly divided under a single blow.

"Hahaha, it's a bit interesting, you have a secret method of sacrificing with blood, and there are really two brushes, but how long can you hold on?" Wang An rolled his eyes and said to the middle-aged monk a little frivolously.

This secret technique is very powerful, it can actually compete with Wang An, it seems to have increased the strength of the flesh several times at once, and every stick and stick has overwhelming power, like an inexhaustible sea of water.

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about this, I'll take your dog's life soon. When the middle-aged demon cultivator heard Wang An's words, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but his mouth was very tough.

His eyes flashed, he flicked the stick-like magic treasure in his hand, and the next moment, his figure flashed, and he attacked Wang An with a demonic aura in the sky.

Wang An's complexion remained unchanged, the yellow halo on his body flickered, all his skin turned bronze, and the Piercing Fist unfolded instantly, and the weird and domineering fist wind was full of tigers and tigers, and the whistling sound was loud.

"Boom!"

The earth-splitting fist collided with the stick-shaped magic treasure again, Wang An's face changed, only to feel that the fist was hot, and with a tick, a few drops of blood glowing with golden blood fell to the ground, and a burst of dust instantly surged on the ground, and the ground was directly penetrated.

The aura on Wang An's body rose, and the yellow light swirled around his fist, and all the scars disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The powerful recovery power of the Ancestral Witch Chaos seems to be even more terrifying in this secret realm full of savage atmosphere.

The two of them come and go, fighting inextricably, the surrounding demonic energy is monstrous, the aura is rolling, and there is a majestic blood gushing out, the two people in the battle are like two powerful demon beasts, and the blood is extremely majestic.

Wang An's eyes showed a cold light, relying on the powerful recovery power of the ancestral witch chaos, and directly bullied himself in close combat, and the middle-aged demon cultivator had no choice but to fight.

Once again, the secret of the land is surging with endless wild energy, domineering for a long time, with the vicissitudes of the years, a punch seems to have swept away all the void and time and space.

"Poof!"

After fighting hard again, the middle-aged demon cultivator suddenly spewed out a pillar of blood that rose to the sky;

I saw that the middle-aged demon cultivator's temples were white in the blink of an eye, and his originally ruddy skin was instantly old and full of wrinkles...... The originally pale face was as pale as paper at this moment.

"Damn!" The middle-aged man glared at Wang An viciously, his eyes full of endless resentment.