There are a total of nine demon worlds in the world, as well as Bliss, Heavenly Court, Earth, Scattered Immortals, and the Human World.

The Southwest Demon Ancestor has changed generations and sent invitations to everywhere, which should be a mixed banquet of dragons and snakes.

The banquet has been set up, there are hundreds of tables, in addition to the people of the Southwest Demon Clan, there are also hundreds of guest tables.

The wine is fragrant and the dishes are exquisite.

The people of the Southwest Demon Clan abide by the Buddhist rites and do not touch the meat, but the dishes given to the guest table cloth are full of fish and meat.

There are hundreds of guest tables, and only black and white are impermanent.

This is a strange thing, it can't be that only the underworld has given the southwest demon interface, and other people who have received invitations should also come to watch the ceremony.

Everyone in the Southwest Demon Clan was embarrassed, and the black and white impermanence stared at by the demons was even more embarrassing.

Seeing that the auspicious time has come, the bloody Bodhi has not yet appeared.

It's also embarrassing to think about it, after putting on such a big scene, I thought it would be full of guests, but only two impermanences came.

How should this make the new and old demon ancestors see people?

When Ji Xiang was about to finish burning, suddenly a little demon guarding the door reported that someone had broken through the enchantment door.

It's so bold to come and pick this time to smash the field.

The Southwest Demon Clan Protector shouted violently, lifted a pair of snowflake ring knives, and rushed in the direction of the enchantment gate.

There was a protector who took the lead, and the demons immediately picked up their blades and accompanied them.

Bai Wuchang looked at the table full of dishes, and sighed regretfully: "When will the banquet be opened? ”

In the direction of the barrier gate, there was a bustle, mixed with wailing cries and angry shouts.

Bai Wuchang's face was full of doubts, and he turned his head to look: "I didn't hear the sound of fighting, how could I still cry?"

After a short while, the demons walked back to the viewing hall.

Many of the demons were covered in blood, and some were carried in.

Seeing this scene, he was even more puzzled, Bai Wuchang raised his eyebrows, and unconsciously grabbed a pot of wine.

The demons that were carried in were lightly thrown on the ground, and there were hundreds of them, and their deaths were ugly, and their flesh and skin were tumbling in many places.

If it weren't for the stiffness of the freeze, I'm afraid that the real body would have already appeared.

On this happy day, there was finally a catastrophe of life, and the hands of the protectors of the southwest demon clan were too dark, and they killed so many demons who broke through the door silently.

Seeing the solemn face of the Dharma Protector, Bai Wuchang took a sip of wine and sighed: "While their bodies are intact, hurry up and bury them, don't cause the fire to burn, and you can't eat and drink well today." ”

As soon as he spoke, all the demons looked at him, and there were demons covered in blood, and they saw black and white impermanence.

Suddenly, his eyes burst out blood, his fangs were crushed, revealing a fierce appearance that wanted to eat people: "Black and white impermanence, you slaughter my demon clan and return your life to us!"

When he scolded, he pushed out the wind knife with both palms, and black mist erupted from his mouth, gathering all the demon spirits of his life in one move, vowing to crush the black and white impermanence.

One demon made a move, and the other blood demons pounced on it, roaring in their mouths and tears flying.

The auditorium suddenly changed and turned out to be a murderous court.

Seeing the killing moves coming, Bai Wuchang lifted the wine and fled.

An iron chain came out of nowhere, rolled up a violent storm and snow, rolled all the demon magic in it, and then scattered it around, shattering the hundred tables and slaughtering the entire auditorium.

In the depths of the remnant snow, Hei Impermanence stood with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were frosty, and his voice was like ice: "Who saw it with their own eyes, my demon slayer clan?"

Black impermanence, dare not admit it!

Others are afraid of you, but Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!

Give us your life back!

There is no demon to answer the question of black impermanence, even if he sees his means to the sky, the demons do not have the slightest fear, and they make a series of moves, one move is better than one move, and the moves are all murderers, and they take the key points of black impermanence.

I can't help but say that I want to kill someone?

So happy, my lord is with you!

Black Impermanence sneered, waiting for these moves to come closer.

Seeing that Black Impermanence exuded a murderous aura, Bai Impermanence secretly screamed that it was not good, if the master made a demon slaughter, this matter would no longer be clear.

Bai Wuchang shook the wine pot horizontally, and the wine poured like hundreds of sharp arrows, shooting towards the place between Black Impermanence and the demons.

With the help of some ghost fires, these hundreds of ghost rockets attracted the demons for a while, and skillfully resolved the danger in front of them.

Seeing the ghost fire, the black impermanence looked back at the white impermanence angrily.

"You flash away!"

The demons who don't know whether they are alive or dead, they can't make one move, and then they come again.

The black impermanence chain finally struck, and the white impermanence was sad in his heart, I am afraid that the impermanence of the underworld is destined to bear the charge of demon slayer.

There was a thunderclap, and the iron chain shattered a bronze mirror, and the fragments flew like snow, and immediately swept the sky.

"There is justice on the merits. ”

In mid-air, a peaceful voice suddenly floated down, and the Bloody Cloth Bodhisattva mentioned.

He is a demon ancestor, but he is a Langlang young man, with beautiful eyebrows, half dressed in a red monk's robe, and soap socks and plain shoes under his feet.

What a handsome young man, what a refreshing little monk.

Blood-clothed Bodhi gave a Buddha salute to the demons covered in blood, and chanted Mito: "Today, all the immortals, come to my southwest demon realm, the little monk has not been able to welcome him from afar, and I hope that all the immortals will forgive their sins." ”

"Black Lord's good means!"

Before the polite voice of the blood-clothed Bodhi fell, a woman flashed behind him, sneering with her eyebrows, and talking about black impermanence: "The bronze mirror you just broke is a magic weapon that I have cultivated for thousands of years, but I didn't expect it to flutter into dust under the blow of your iron chain." ”

Women's plain skirts, simple clothes.

No matter how simple her clothes are, they can't hide her beauty like spring flowers.

She looked at the black impermanence, her eyes were full of fun, and her red lips chuckled: "This chain has a yin and cold atmosphere, if it hits someone, if you don't kill you, you will be frozen by the chain." ”

When she was laughing and talking, the demons couldn't calm down the killing intent, and the blood-clothed Bodhi walked to the central place, first performed a Buddhist ritual on the black and white impermanence, and then turned his head to talk about the demons: "All the immortals, all of them are angry, can you solve the confusion of the little monk, why do you want to fight with the black and white monarch?"

"Blood-clothed Bodhi!"

A strong man among the demons flashed into shape, and a new wound ran through his face, from the right eyebrow to the corner of his left lip, making his already hideous face look even more terrifying.

He called the Dharma name of the blood-clothed Bodhi, did not hide the anger in his eyebrows, and roared in thunder: "I am the pioneer of the Northwest Demon Ancestor driving down the mountain, ten thousand people Mo Dang, and my brother and the pioneer of breaking the water led a total of eighty-eight people of the Northwest Demon Clan, to watch your abdication and make way for Xian, but was intercepted and killed by the black and white impermanence of the underworld, and all the brothers were killed by them, and I was the only one who lived!"

At this point, Wan Fu Mo looked up to the sky and cried blood, roared angrily, and asked the bloody Bodhi: "Since you dare to stand up, just say a fair word, black and white impermanence should not be killed!"

Under his questioning, Blood-clothed Bodhi raised his eyebrows and pondered, and muttered to himself: "The underworld and the demon world have always been brothers, how can they suddenly kill each other? Could it be that there is a villain who is framing him?"

After muttering to himself, Blood-clothed Bodhi suddenly asked Wanfu Modang coldly: "On what day did Black and White Impermanence intercept and kill you?"