The White Moon Demon Clan is a very ancient demon clan, they are not a single demon, but a group, there are dozens to hundreds gathered together, born with great strength, and even more magical powers. Few people dare to provoke in the Western Wilderness, and every full moon, they will transform into a giant ape and wash the surrounding creatures in blood.

They look like Terrans, but they have more tails, and they won't go through the Transfiguration Thunderstorm.

In the oldest legends, countless years ago, people also had tails and the blood of the White Moon Demon Clan, but after countless years, the bloodline has been weakened. But on the night of the full moon, the human race will still have a different kind of emotion, perhaps it is the influence of that bloodline.

The most terrifying thing about this White Moon Demon Clan is that there is a faint blood mark in the center of his eyebrows, as if his eyes are closed. That is a characteristic that only the king of the White Moon Demon Clan has.

Her heart suddenly felt that Chen Jianmei had killed countless demons in the Western Wilderness, and had once killed a king of the White Moon Demon Clan.

Every king of the White Moon Demon Clan is at least a cultivator of the Huandan Realm.

Those who are gifted can practice to the point of being a true Taoist person, and even have the supreme one among the demons, the Great Sage. The king of the White Moon Demon Clan who was killed by her master was already close to an immortal Buddha, and it was terrifying to the extreme.

That was also a battle in which the master was rarely in danger, but fortunately, the master won, since then, she felt that the master was a little different, until she saw her uncle Shen Lian, she knew that it was the breath of an immortal.

It's just that Uncle Shi has completely entered the Immortal Dao, but Shizun is still a little behind.

This king of the White Moon Demon Clan must have come to take revenge.

He opened his mouth and said, "The woman told me how serious Chen Jianmei's injuries were, and I spared your life." ”

This person's words made Fang Yanying conjecture again.

She was a little scared, but she thought of Shen Lian, remembered the face carved out of her uncle's jade, and her attitude of not being surprised and everything was calm, and her heart settled down.

"Don't panic if someone blocks your way, but hold this sword talisman and kill someone. Not long ago, Uncle Shi's gentle words echoed in my ears.

She had an extra sword talisman in her hand, and that sword talisman seemed to have an infinite amount of power poured into her, giving her an invincible confidence. At this moment, she remembered Shizun, in how many nights and moons, slaying demons and destroying demons, that immortal swordsmanship, lonely sword intent, emerged from memory.

The new king of the White Moon Demon Clan couldn't help but frown, his father died under Chen Jianmei's sword five years ago. At that time, he hid in the clan, and could only see the arrogant sword immortal, who stepped on the moon and fought with his father in the white clouds on the top of the mountain.

The invincible father in his heart left him forever on that night.

The most profound image in his heart was not the dead silence in his eyes when his father's head was cut off by a sword light and thrown high in the air. Instead, after Chen Jianmei put the sword into the sheath, he glanced at him indifferently.

Even if he was far away, he knew that Chen Jianmei was looking at him.

That kind of look, like looking at grass mustard, was extremely indifferent, and it also deeply pierced his arrogant heart.

He rushed out of the guards and shouted, "I will avenge my father." ”

But the man didn't hear about it, and didn't pay any attention to him.

He understood what Chen Jianmei meant, this peerless sword immortal didn't take him seriously at all, even if he was the son of an enemy.

When the old king of the White Moon Demon Clan died, he became the new king and obtained the inheritance of the clan, he made rapid progress like his father at the beginning, and he quickly recaptured the territory occupied by other demon clans, declaring the strength of the new king.

But there is still a thorn in his heart, that is Chen Jianmei, he knows that although he is very powerful, he is not as good as his father, let alone Chen Jianmei, he is even afraid in his heart, one day he is strong to the level of his father, which will attract Chen Jianmei and make him end up like his father.

This almost became his nightmare, causing his cultivation to begin to stagnate, and even when he fought with another demon king, he found that his mana was superior to the other party, but it took him a long time to defeat the other party.

He began to panic, so he killed more ordinary demons and humans to soothe the fear in his heart.

But he knew that if he didn't kill Chen Jianmei, his fear would never be cleared.

A few days ago, he finally got the news that Chen Jianmei had been defeated by an even more powerful figure and was seriously injured.

But he was still scared and didn't dare to go up the mountain.

At the same time, he also knew that there were many people or demons hiding around, and none of them were on the concept of killing, because no one was sure of the severity of Chen Jianmei's injuries.

They are all waiting for an opportunity, waiting for someone to come forward and test the truth.

But he didn't know very well that these people or demons were not only afraid of Chen Jianmei, but also about the Immortal Sect behind Chen Jianmei-Qing Xuan, and Chen Jianmei had a more powerful junior brother than him.

This woman, who came out of the concept of killing, has attracted the attention of many people since she came out, including him.

It wasn't until he was far away from the mountain that he finally couldn't help but do it.

But the woman in front of him gave him a strange feeling at this time, which made him a little frightened.

It's not because she's just right to break his killing machine.

The woman's breath at this time gave him a feeling of seeing Chen Jianmei at the beginning, gloomy and terrifying.

But he clearly knew that the strength of the other party was not much better than the countless demon clans he had killed.

He felt that it was because of his long-standing fear that it had interfered with his judgment.

He was furious and decided to teach her a lesson first.

Therefore, he immediately opened the blood mark on his eyebrows, and a blood-red light passed towards Fang Yanying.

This line of blood once cut off a flying sword that a monk had been practicing for hundreds of years, and it was a flying sword forged by 10,000 years of cold iron.

He just wanted to cut off her arm holding the sword talisman at a very fast speed, so that she couldn't resist.

At the moment when the blood rays came out, Fang Yanying was fearless, and the sword talisman in his hand trembled, turning into a sword light.

It was impossible to describe the brilliance of this sword, even beyond Fang Yanying's imagination.

The sword light is like a heavenly river across the sky, surging endlessly.

When this long river of sword qi is stimulated, the waves crash on the shore, and the stones turn into powder, and nothing in the world can stop this sword.

The vast wilderness in front of her disappeared, there was no grass and trees, no blood, and no king of the White Moon Demon Clan, and the flat and smooth earth was in front of her eyes, coldly refracting the afterglow of the setting sun.

The earth became clean and clean.

And all this is caused by the sword river sent out by the sword talisman given to her by her uncle.

That wasn't the power of the sword talisman she had bestowed.

She looked at the sword talisman with disbelief on her face, but she didn't know that many of the secretly peeping eyes withdrew from her and left quietly, but there was still a noise in the void, as if as evidence, they slipped away very urgently.

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