"Xue Caifeng, don't you know where this is now? This is in the Tongtian Demon Tower, the base camp of the Demon Gate. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ye Cangqiong said with some surprise.

"Ye Cangqiong, this is clearly a scene in the secret realm, well, by the way, it is likely to be a fantasy. Xue Caifeng paused slightly, and then waved his fist towards Ye Cangqiong.

"Calm down, wake up. Ye Cangqiong's three swords repelled Xue Caifeng, trying to wake up Xue Caifeng in confusion.

"Such a powerful opponent, Ye Cangqiong, am I not in the illusion realm?" After the defeat, seeing that Ye Cangqiong did not kill the killer, Xue Caifeng was a little puzzled.

"Of course it's not an illusion, you and I are now on the eighth floor of the Babel Demon Tower. Ye Cangqiong simply obtained: "Are you all killed by these demon masters on the ground?"

"Before I came here, these Demon Gate masters were already dead. Isn't that good?"

"The bloody and horrible scene, like the Shura killing field, I suspect that these corpses are very weird. ”

"Yes, as soon as you say that, I also realize that the smell of blood here is very strong, and it seems that he is a master of the Demon Gate, who is practicing an extremely cruel technique. Xue Caifeng's expression moved: "The treasures in the secret realm must be hidden in the corner of the eight-story magic tower, and I must find the treasures in the secret realm." ”

After speaking, Xue Caifeng no longer paid attention to the terrifying scenes around him, and looked around in the room of the magic tower like a small wealth fan.

Xue Caifeng broke into a study and came to a bookshelf.

Jin Nanmu's bookshelves are full of dazzling books.

Many of these books are biographies, rumors and the like, and very few are the secret realms of martial arts.

Xue Caifeng's hand is a red classic, judging from Xue Caifeng's focused expression, Xue Caifeng reads this book with relish.

"Demon Gate Blood Refining Dafa, Nirvana of Life and Death, after cultivating, you can live forever and become a supreme blood demon. ”

"The Demon Gate Blood Refining Dafa, with the living as a sacrifice, to use a large amount of human blood to sacrifice the blood demon, and finally obtain the supreme blood demon inheritance. ”

"This method is harmful to the heavens and the peace, but there is no doubt about its power. ”

As the reading deepened, Xue Caifeng's expression became more and more ugly.

Xue Caifeng said with a solemn expression: "It's not good, we are here as a sacrificial place for blood demons, and some people are cultivating the Demon Gate Blood Refining Dafa, and it is estimated that Dacheng is in the realm." ”

As he spoke, there was a heavy wheezing sound in the room of the eight-story magic tower, and then there was a bang, and the wooden door shattered into several pieces.

"Who is it that broke into my cave and disturbed my cultivation. ”

A middle-aged man in a red robe suddenly broke into the field of vision of the two.

This middle-aged man's eyes were blood-red, flashing with a strange light, and the hair of the same middle-aged man was also as blood-stained as blood.

In stark contrast to the bright red hair, the man's face was unusually pale, pale without any blood.

"You are the one who is hiding here and cultivating the Demon Gate Blood Refining Dafa?"

"Hmph, old man Sun Wuji, you have been practicing the Demon Gate Blood Refining Dafa here for many years, who are you who trespassed into my territory without permission?" The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Ye Cangqiong's Xingtian blade, and his expression was a little jealous.

"It turns out that you are the sect master of the Demon Sect who was suppressed by the elders of Shaolin Temple?" Hearing the name of the eldest grandson Wuji, Ye Cangqiong was slightly surprised, in Ye Cangqiong's speculation, the eldest grandson Wuji should have been in the nine-story magic tower, but he didn't expect that he was actually on the eighth floor of the magic tower.

"Hmph, how can those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple suppress my eldest grandson Wuji. The middle-aged man burst out laughing: "If it weren't for my cultivation at the beginning, nine lives and nine deaths Nirvana Divine Skill, and accidentally went mad, my eldest grandson Wuji, would have rushed out of this desperate dungeon a long time ago." Now, the curse of the Nine-Story Demon Tower has disappeared, and this is a God-given opportunity to get out of trouble. ”

"And you are the great tonic in the eyes of my eldest grandson Wuji. ”

The middle-aged man's bright red tongue licked his lips with a bloodthirsty look.

The middle-aged man's eldest grandson, Wuji, has a void condensing claw, a sharp claw, flashing with a cold light.

"Whoosh. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji's figure moved, as fast as a ghost, and rushed to Ye Cangqiong's approach.

Before Ye Cangqiong could make any moves, the sharp claws of the eldest grandson Wuji were already clawed on Ye Cangqiong's arm.

The Northern Shengong was running, gathering his arm, and Ye Cangqiong's arm was shocked, and only then did he dodge the attack of the eldest grandson Wuji.

"Hmph, kid is good, it seems that I underestimated you, but you won't live long, and soon you will become a cold corpse. The corner of the eldest grandson Wuji's mouth smirked, the light in his eyes swept away, and the eldest grandson Wuji swept his right leg and kicked out with a strong side kick.

"Bang. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji's right leg kicked Ye Cangqiong's lower abdomen.

Ye Cangqiong only felt a pain in his lower abdomen, as if he had been hit by a big hammer.

Ye Cangqiong couldn't help himself, and took more than ten steps back.

Stopping and retreating, the figure of the eldest grandson Wuji burst out again, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of Ye Cangqiong.

The paw prints of the eldest grandson Wuji swept towards Ye Cangqiong's face, and the cold wind blew on his face.

At this time, there was no time to draw the sword, and in a panic, Ye Cangqiong's eighteen palms of the dragon were slapped, and the strong palm technique and the eldest grandson Wuji made a move.

Ye Cangqiong's figure retreated again.

The ghostly figure of the eldest grandson Wuji also paused.

In just five breaths, the two fought for no less than a dozen rounds.

Ye Cangqiong was losing and retreating, while the eldest grandson Wuji was making a lot of noise, constantly attacking.

"I'm here to help. ”

At this time, Xue Caifeng finally found an opportunity and inserted into the battle group.

However, Xue Caifeng only made three moves, and was slapped out by a palm shot by the eldest grandson Wuji.

In a short period of time, Ye Cangqiong finally pulled out the Xingtian Blade, and Sen Han's sword aura shrouded the figure of the eldest grandson Wuji.

Eldest Sun Wuji's eyebrows couldn't help but rise, and Eldest Sun Wuji's triangular eyes narrowed: "What is the Xingtian Blade in your hand?"

"Exactly, the Heavenly Blade, you should feel honored to die under this artifact. ”

"Guy who is not ashamed, although the Xingtian Blade is an artifact, ordinary people can't exert the full power of the Xingtian Blade at all. Eldest Sun Wuji sneered: "At most, you can exert thirty percent of the power of the Xingtian Blade, and this level is not enough to worry about at all." ”

"Really, then I want to see what tricks you have to crack my Heavenly Sword!" Ye Cangqiong's long sword waved, thousands of mountains, ten thousand waves.

Two powerful sword moves in a row, overwhelmingly attacking in the direction of the eldest grandson Wuji.

"Nine lives and nine deaths, Nirvana Dafa, Blood Demon Divine Skill. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji stood motionless in place, and the eldest grandson Wuji's arms protected his chest, and his whole body was up and down, exuding a terrifying bloody momentum.