As soon as these words came out, there was a sigh of embarrassment from all directions.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, looking for the person to speak, knowing that everyone with a hat on this platform was an extremely fierce demon with an extremely backward background.

There were very few people who dared to speak to him like this, almost rare, and even the Suzaku Hall Master had a flash of worry in his heart.

Some of these hat-fighting demons can't afford to offend even her.

But the strange thing is that for the unreasonableness of the wind and the clear air, the man with the hat was not angry at all, although the killing intent had spread from his body, but he had no murderous intent.

"This bone, Mingwu!"

After a long time, there was such a low voice under the hat, and as he spoke, the surroundings fell into an uproar again, even if it was them, they never thought that they would be so easy to speak.

You must know that there were once powers of the Transformation Dao Realm who did not know what to do, but they were all blown up here in an instant.

It can be said that in the Demon Completion Area, in addition to the Duobao Pavilion, this is also a pure land, although the Quartet can fight, but on the platform, no one dares to be unreasonable to this group of people wearing hats.

"Witch?"

Feng Qingyang's expression was shocked, and he frowned, but there were waves in his heart, no wonder there was a feeling of acquaintance.

Back then, in the Wuzhen tribe, that is, in a secret realm of the cultivation realm, in the world where the Heavenly Dao Idea and the ancient zombie power were incarnated, there was the existence of the Wu Clan.

"But they don't seem to be real, but illusions. The wind was clear and he couldn't grasp the point, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the cultivation realm was so complicated, everything was full of fog, and now he couldn't tell the difference between the virtual and the real.

In the Mochizuki clan, the last words of the Tiandu Immortals and the Mochizuki Saint Venerable, as well as the qiē he saw from them, made him feel like he was in a whirlpool.

"I'd like to see if it's true or not!"

Ge's, Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and there was a roar in his body, and the powerful mana formed a vortex with extremely suction power in an instant, sweeping across the skeleton in front of the man with the hat.

At the moment of contact, the skeleton burst into a flash, and in a flash, a strange light emanated from it, instantly dispersing the small whirlpool of clear wind.

The blow didn't work, and he didn't stop there, but shot again in an instant, the roar in his body was like thunder, rolling all over his body, and a blood qi shot down his fingers, and the moment it appeared, a big sword with more than a foot was formed, and it was once again picked up under the skeleton.

His shot made everyone around him swallow a mouthful of saliva, and one by one they were short of breath, looking at him dumbfounded, and guessing his origin.

However, when he saw the Vermilion Bird Hall Master behind him, he was instantly relieved, and secretly said that maybe he was a person who came down from the sixth layer, and only in this way did he dare to be so arrogant and reckless.

All of this was done in an instant, but despite this, it did not make the man in the hat next to the skeleton change, as if he was blind to the great sword of the breeze, and he still hung his head, so that the hat covered his face deeply.

The sword slashed through the void, and the piercing sharp sound caused the heavens and the earth, rippling out pieces of ripples, spreading to all directions like ripples, and setting off a cloud of dust.

At the moment of flickering, a burst of red light mist erupted from the big sword, like thick blood, bringing a burst of ghosts and wolves howling.

"You think you can take my skeleton?"

The man in the hat let out a low roar, this time not indifferent, but in the moment when the big sword was approaching, his right hand was raised a little down, and instead of attacking Feng Qingyang, it pointed at the skeleton in front of him.

"Wu!"

An extremely distant roar came from it, not loud, but extremely thick, with a heavy black circle of light.

This black aperture is also very strange, divided into two layers, staggered rotation, and the moment it rotates again, a big white bone hand pokes out from within the aperture, this hand is similar to a human hand, but it has six fingers, and the nails are slender and sharp.

A dull sound came, not a roar, but it fell on everyone's ears, but it was filled with a sense of depression, and each heart and blood rose and fell, as if they had been hit hard.

After this sound rippled, the black circle of light kept cutting in all directions, and the big white bone hand in it even caught the blood-colored sword with a clear wind. Fix it completely in the void, so that it can't move forward in the slightest, not even breath.

"If you want this thing, you can only exchange it for the same price, if you just want to watch it, you have to pay 100,000 spirit stones, otherwise you don't have to talk about it. The man in the hat spoke, his tone already stiff.

This stiffness was not fear, but was on the verge of going violent, and everyone heard the murder in his tone, and knew that this person was powerful, so they pushed away in all directions.

As a result, the platform, which was originally overcrowded and almost crowded together, was suddenly empty, and within a radius of ten zhang, except for the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, who was still standing here, there was no one left.

As soon as the man in the hat finished speaking, a sense of ominousness arose in his heart, when the white bone hand fixed the blood-colored sword, it should have been settled, but he looked at Feng Qingyang out of the corner of his eye, but found that there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Almost at the moment when he found it, the blood-colored greatsword that was fixed suddenly changed, and a red finger of the Chinese clan swelled between the electric flints, and there was a touch of ruin on it. There was a slam of shock, and endless visions surrounded the blood-colored fingers.

"Boom!"

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and a word came out, as if commanding the heavens and the earth, at that moment, a roar came, and the blood-colored fingers and the intertwined white bone hands burst open at the same time.

A large amount of bloody qi blasted around, the man in the hat flashed his eyes, his hands were superimposed, and he pressed his finger again on the skeleton that was trembling on the ground, and the powerful mana poured into it.

Despite this, he still lost the opportunity, and couldn't resist the killing of the blood-colored fingers and the corrosive power in it, like blood-colored locusts, overwhelming, densely appearing in all directions, making this ten zhang radius drowned in a blood-colored locust.

This time, the man's expression finally changed, but with a hat on his head, everyone couldn't see it, but his breath fluctuated, but they were deeply watched by them.

The fingers were pointed out again and again, and the skeletons below kept emitting a whining sound, and the black halo became bigger and bigger, rolling the fragments of the white bone hand that had exploded into one piece, turning into a gust of wind, frantically sweeping the blood-colored locusts in all directions.

The sound of booming kept coming, but everyone found that no matter how the man in the hat used his supernatural powers at this moment, he finally lost the opportunity and was steadily suppressed by Feng Qingyang, and could only resist the slightest attack.