The figure stood beside Xue Wenrui, but his eyes were looking straight ahead, looking at the black shadow at the bottom of the well, as for Xue Wenrui, he didn't even look at it, as if he was air.

Xue Wenrui was overjoyed in his heart, he was ready to fly up quietly, anyway, with the person in front of him, where could he still be used for this demonic energy problem. Although this person didn't have any spiritual power and majesty in his body, the speed just now, as well as the "teleportation" spell, all showed the strength of the other party.

Xue Wenrui's feet had just started, but he was stunned again. The peerless master in front of him, whom he had never seen or heard of, was dressed as a beggar. The clothes on the whole body are as if they were picked up from the stinky gutter, and the color of the clothes is long gone, they are filthy and smelly, and the white hair is like a thorn bush, but this thorn bush is not only messy, but also dirty, even if it is a bird, it does not want to come to make a nest.

What shocked Xue Wenrui even more was that this beggar was very familiar, where had he seen it! Although the beggar had definitely not been washed for several years, and he couldn't see his appearance at all, the other party's dress and figure gave Xue Wenrui a sense of familiarity.

"Could it be that I've really seen it, but where have I seen it? Forget it, no matter what, it's important to save your life!" Xue Wenrui's spiritual power input from the soles of his feet, and even slowly and quietly ascended.

"Nightmare!haha, it's a nightmare!," the beggar looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Nightmares?!Isn't the nightmare a nightmare?, could it be that the monster down there is called a nightmare?" Xue Wenrui muttered to himself.

Xue Wenrui guessed correctly, when mortals sleep, there is occasionally a situation called "nightmare", commonly known as ghost pressing bed.

The demons also have a kind of monster called "nightmare", like a fish but not a fish, like a beast but not a beast, born without eyes, sleepy all his life, like to absorb demonic energy or devour monsters for a living. This beast was born with a magic pill cultivation, although it was born docile, but if it was angry, it was also earth-shattering.

And the monster at the bottom of the well is the "Nightmare", this "Nightmare" has already cultivated in the late stage of the Demon Pill Realm, but for some reason it is hiding here. The "hole" that spits out the demonic qi and then sucks it back is the nostrils of the "Nightmare".

This "nightmare" has been sleeping here, Xue Wenrui let the demon undead enter the nostrils of the "nightmare", and it felt a foreign object, and couldn't help but snort. After snorting, he just sucked the demon undead into his mouth again, so he chewed involuntarily.

Although the demon undead have no demonic energy, after all, they are transformed by the power of divine thoughts, and the "nightmare" is full of relish.

The demon undead entered the stomach, and this "nightmare" woke up from its sleep, and it remembered that it was hungry, and it seemed that it had not eaten for a long time.

As the beggar spoke, the black back below had filled the bottom of the real well, but the body of this "nightmare" was far from being able to accommodate the space at the bottom of the well, and its whole body trembled, trying to struggle out from below.

The entire Cao Mansion was like an earthquake, and cracks appeared on the ground, each of which was the size of several people. Those flowers, trees, pavilions and pavilions that had been corroded by demonic qi suddenly collapsed and turned into layers of black soil, spreading a thick layer on the ground of Cao's house.

Xue Wenrui had already broken away from Shijing and ran into the air. The passage of the stone well also sent out cracks, and finally collapsed and drowned in the lake.

But the beggar was nowhere to be found, and he could not be seen in the slightest, nor could he feel his breath.

The ground churned even more violently, and the bottom of the entire lake was torn apart, and it took only a few dozen breaths of black water to burrow into the cracks at the bottom of the lake and disappear.

Looking at the bottom of the black lake, Xue Wenrui's heart couldn't help but rise, he still didn't see the figure of the beggar: "Dead? No, this kind of cultivation is also dead, how can I be good, that monster is not something I can deal with!"

At this moment, one end of the bottom of the lake suddenly cocked, and a huge mouth forty or fifty zhang wide, but only one zhang thick, came out, followed by a wide back like a fish fin.

A radius of more than 50 zhang, thin and flat body flew into the air, the head of this beast is big and the tail is small, the whole body is an inverted triangle, like a fish not a fish, like a beast not a beast, born without eyes but seems to be able to sense the direction.

This beast is like a huge black "kite", but the momentum of this "kite" is shocking, as soon as it appears, there is a strong force of absorption, bringing the wind of Dao Dao devouring, and inhaling all the demonic qi and black shadows around it.

Xue Wenrui was also shocked, his figure had already arrived at the door of Cao's house, ready to pick up He Lingshan and the child at any time, and then turn around and run away.

"What about that beggar!" Xue Wenrui scolded in his heart, that beggar obviously can even "teleport", how could he just disappear so silently, there was no sound of fighting at all! Could it be that the monster in front of him is so strong?

"No matter, it's important to escape!" Xue Wenrui flew to the ground and reached out to pick up He Lingshan and the child.

Suddenly, in the sky, the sharp and old voice sounded again: "Nightmare obedient!

As the voice fell, the beggar had already appeared above the monster Nightmare's head. The "nightmare" seemed to sense the danger, and his whole body writhed, trying to throw the beggar down, but he couldn't.

The beggar was still standing on top of Nightmare's head.

When the "Nightmare" had enough, he raised his dark and shiny fist and smashed it on the "Nightmare" head, shouting loudly as he smashed it back: "Small, small, small!"

Xue Wenrui was already dumbfounded, he was surprised by the strength of that monk, and even more surprised by his fighting skills.

In his imagination, the monk's fist must have the tendency of overwhelming mountains and seas, swallowing mountains and rivers, and shaking the earth, but like now, there was clearly no strength on that fist, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation.

But what surprised him even more was that with each blow of the beggar's fist, the huge body of the "Nightmare" monster was a little smaller. After a dozen punches, the "nightmare" was only the size of a palm.

After becoming smaller, the "nightmare" rushed left and right, but where could it escape the palm of the beggar's hand.

What made Xue Wenrui's jaw drop even more, the beggar did not put a ban on the smaller "nightmare", nor put it in his storage bag, but threw the "nightmare", sucked it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

The beggar's mouth "quacked" a few times, and after a few bites, he swallowed it, nodding his head as he chewed, as if affirming the taste of the "nightmare".

Xue Wenrui was a little distracted, he raised his hand and looked at the dark and shiny liquid on his hand, which was all stuck from the "nightmare" just now.

This liquid is slimy, Xue Wenrui can't shake it off with mana, and there is a trace of demonic energy emitted on it, and there is a stench that has been buried in the low for decades. At the beginning of Tianlingmen, Wu Si used the name of Xue Wenrui to let Senior Brother Xiong fall into the dung pit, and the things that Senior Brother Xiong swallowed may not taste like this.

Xue Wenrui suddenly felt the urge to be nauseous, and he hurriedly pursed his mouth.