"Ahh

The cry was miserable, outside the ancient cave, Luo Siyuan and the mountain spider looked at each other, with curiosity in their hearts, imagining what was going on inside, why there was such a miserable cry, which made people feel furious.

"Boy, you have no future, what about the demon honor, it's just a little blood, it is necessary to scream like killing a pig?"

The little turtle was disdainful, holding a knife in his hand and kept poking around Xi Yu's body, and on the side, Mu Chen was holding a wooden bucket, and then the demon venerable blood that flowed down was filled with a small half bucket in a blink of an eye.

"Kill me, kill me!"

Xiyu went crazy, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he was bleeding like a beast, such an insult, he couldn't wait to be here, lest he continue to be humiliated by the little turtle.

The little turtle glanced at the bucket of demon venerable blood, and whispered, "It's not enough, kid, borrow another bucket." ”

Hmph, the knife flashed, the demon blood spurted wildly, the little turtle once again picked up several arteries of Xiyu, and the blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, Mu Chen hurriedly took out another large bucket of blood and continued to spurt blood.

Soon, the two barrel demons were filled with demon venerable blood, and the little turtle nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Xi Yu, who was lying on the ground and was weak due to excessive blood loss, and threw out a cold sentence: "Thank you, buddy, you are a good person." ”

Then he ignored him and dragged the barrel to the little Buddha King.

On the ground, Xi Yu had a hateful face, and after the person in front of him released his blood, he threw it aside at will like a waste product, this contemptuous behavior made him very hurt and crazy.

"The most powerful thing about the Heavenly Demon Curse is that dead air, endless, constantly destroying various organs of the human body, unless it can achieve the imperial body and regenerate new limbs with supreme imperial qi, it is difficult to solve. ”

The little turtle climbed into the air and poked a few blood holes in the little Buddha King's body, and the blood flowed out Miao Miao, and it took the colorful mushroom in Mu Chen's hand and explained.

Death qi is incomprehensible, unless you find the legendary Heavenly Spirit Root and cleanse all the spiritual veins and limbs, that trace of dead qi will stick to you like a dogskin plaster until it completely corrodes your meridians.

Of course, there are no absolutes in the world, the little turtle has a wide range of knowledge, and has accidentally mastered another method to solve the curse of the heavenly demon, and it should be the fate of the little Buddha king, and the will of heaven is so.

"Death can invade everything, but fortunately, this bald man is covered in Buddhism, and he has survived until now, and if he were someone else, he would have hung up a long time ago. ”

The little turtle grinds the colorful mushroom and smears it on the poked blood hole, and the colorful light emerges, wrapping the little Buddha King and slowly improving the seriously injured body.

Then the little turtle swiped the demonic energy with both hands, dragged the demon blood in the wooden barrel, and drilled into the body of the little Buddha King along the blood hole.

"The bell must be tied to the bell, the demon curse is a secret method of the demon clan, and it cannot be used unless the old king, so there is a demon qi in the origin of the trace of death, and the colorful mushroom can only treat the symptoms, and the supreme demon blood is needed to wash the meridians of the bald donkey's whole body and force the death qi out. ”

It guided the demon blood into the body of the Buddha King, and then opened a few blood holes again, and after a while, two buckets of demon blood entered the meridians of the Buddha King, washing every place.

"Come out!"

The little turtle shouted, swiping the demon light with both hands, and the demon blood flowed out of the blood hole on the Buddha King's body, with a trace of black gas. It had a serious expression, closed its eyes and sensed the situation in the Buddha King's body, directing the flow of demon blood and washing away the dead air.

This can't be careless, if it is not washed and left behind, then the dead air will rekindle and grow, and everything before will be useless.

In the ancient cave, the demon blood was in the air, and bundles rushed out of the body of the Buddha King, with a trace of black gas.

"Almost, boy, feed the remaining colorful mushrooms to his mouth, or he will die after a while!"

Mu Chen nodded, and immediately stuffed the remaining colorful mushrooms into the mouth of the Buddha King. At the same time, the little turtle's eyes were full of light, and the two front feet were raised, brushing the blood pillar erupted, and the demon blood rushed out of the Buddha's body at the same time with dead energy.

Ding, colorful light came to the body, wrapped the little Buddha King in time, a trace of colored light submerged into the body, recreated blood, repaired its fragmented body.

"Let's go, this bald man is back from the edge of hell, go out and breathe first, he will wake up by himself. ”

The little turtle looked at the little Buddha King whose breath of life was slowly rising, wiped the sweat stains on his head, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

"How?"

Luo Siyuan's eyes lit up, and when she saw Mu Chen and the little turtle carrying Xiyu out of the hole, she hurriedly asked.

"It's okay. Muchen gave Luo Siyuan a reassuring look, and then Xiyu threw it on the ground and said, "What should he do?"

"Kill it. The mountain spider danced with eight big feet, and said indifferently, he didn't care much about the life or death of Xiyu, its target was the Red Devil.

"Well, anyway, we are already in an endless situation with the demon clan, and it would be better to be able to solve a big enemy. Mu Chen nodded, agreeing with the words of the mountain spider, the night gun appeared in his hand, his expression was cold, and he directly drew a gun.

Poof, the human head rolled, Xiyu separated with an unwilling look, and the angry disappeared in an instant.

At this point, a generation of demon venerables died tragically!

Thousands of miles away in a certain mountain range, the Red Devil and the Troubled Times were frantically sweeping every inch of land, and the next moment, the expression of the Troubled Times in the frenzy instantly froze, and they stood in the void in a daze, motionless like a log.

"Brother Troubled Times, you?" Looking at the suddenly still troubled times, the Red Devil asked in confusion.

The next moment, he trembled all over, his fists turned white, and white gas erupted from his mouth and nose, revealing a pair of red eyes, looking up to the sky and yelling!

"Mu Chen, I won't die with you!"

The troubled times went crazy, and the mountains shook under the roar, and he sensed the death of Xiyu, and his heart was sad, and his hatred for Mu Chen reached the extreme.

......

In front of the ancient cave, the wood dust laid a maze covering the sky, merging this place into the void, and they returned to the cave, waiting for the little Buddha King to wake up.

"Next, wait for the flyover to manifest. ”

He said to himself, the outside world must have been in chaos, and his identity should probably be guessed, and now they are on the cusp of the storm, and lurking is the best choice.

......

A day later, the turmoil still continued, and everywhere was talking about the bits and pieces of the battle a day ago, and Mu Chen's identity had been exposed, and his reputation was prosperous, and he was in the limelight for a while.

"Oh my God, Demon Venerable Xiyu is actually dead, and a generation of Demon Venerable has fallen!"

"It's to be killed by wood dust, and create another feat!"

"Break the sky!"

A god calculated that the master deduced the result, shaking the Western District, and then people thought of the roar of the Demon Venerable in the troubled times before, and instantly understood everything, indirectly proving the truth that Xiyu was killed.

People are panicking, and people speculate that in the coming days, there will be big waves here, and the troubled times and the demon clan will never give up.

However, the situation was beyond everyone's expectations, and the wood dust and mountain spiders lurked and disappeared from everyone's sight.

What is puzzling is that not long after the sorrowful roar of the troubled times, Leopard San and Stygian Feather appeared, and after a few words of conversation, they immediately left the Sunset Mountain Range, their whereabouts unknown.

"The atmosphere wasn't right, I always felt like something big was going to happen. ”

Some people frowned, their hearts were sad, it was so peaceful, even the aborigines of the West End disappeared at the same time, and this strange peace was unsettling.

Also today, outside the ancient cave where Mu Chen's hiding place ushered in a young girl, she rode a big snail, covered with a big red cloth, and a pair of big eyes flashed, cute and playful.