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The scattered cultivators were still talking to each other just now, and as soon as the words of the floating old demon fell, the voice of the floating old demon also stopped abruptly, thinking of Shen Xuanchun's shocking blow just now, his face was full of fear.

The Floating Old Demon stared at everyone for a long time, and snorted coldly: "A bunch of waste!", and then no longer paid attention to everyone, but waved with one hand, and the spirit weapons in the shape of two hand knives flew out from the sleeves.

When the two elders of Ren Ma saw that the floating old demon came up without saying a word, they struck, their faces were solemn, and they sacrificed their talisman spirit weapons one after another, and laid down several defensive enchantments in a row.

Shen Xuanchun knew the gap between Ning Dan and Dao Ji, and when he saw this situation, his face was anxious, and he forced a breath of Dan Qi to save the two elders.

The Floating Old Demon sneered and said, "I can't do it!" As he spoke, he raised his right hand and slapped it towards Shen Xuanchun's void, and suddenly countless spiritual qi in mid-air converged into a huge palm and slapped towards Shen Xuanchun.

Several defensive enchantments were like paper, and they didn't even have the slightest obstruction effect, and they were pierced by two hand knives in less than a breath.

Shen Xuanchun saw that the huge applause was about to fall, and he didn't dare to slack off. Immediately threw two golden cymbals from the storage bag, and the golden cymbals instantly became larger and suspended in mid-air, flashing with bursts of spiritual light.

It's just that before the golden cymbals could stabilize their bodies in the air, they met the giant palms, and the two golden cymbals were immediately slapped out with a spiritual tail, and the spiritual giant palms also collapsed and turned into nothingness.

Before the four or five Daoji cultivators on the side could react, they were cut off by the golden cymbals and their waists were killed, and the rest of the people also had shocked expressions on their faces.

The next moment, the two elders of Ma Ren shattered their spiritual weapons, and the sound of the knife entering the body sounded, Shen Xuanchun looked back, and the two elders laughed miserably, their eyes were full of helplessness and unwillingness, and then they quickly dimmed and fell to the ground. At this point, except for the rebellious sect elder and Zhou Shixian, who was so frightened that he didn't know where to flee, there was no Daoji monk.

Shen Xuanchun has been cultivating for nearly five hundred years, and he has finally condensed in the wind and rain all the way, and he has already seen life and death very indifferently, but Rao is so, watching the two elders of Ma Ren die, a trace of sadness still appeared in his heart, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the floating old demon with angry eyes.

Seeing that Shen Xuanchun was finally no longer the indifferent appearance he had on weekdays, the old demon was extremely happy in his heart, and proudly took out an object from his arms and said, "Shen Xuanchun, what do you think this is?"

I saw the floating old demon take out a golden ball, the size of an egg, on which there were hundreds of small black lines connected from top to bottom, exuding bursts of extremely rich aura.

Shen Xuanchun's eyes were glazed, and a tear was left behind, dripping on the ground. He shook his head with a dead face and said, "Impossible, impossible!"

The Floating Old Demon said proudly: "No wonder Wen Song's old Dao cultivation is not very good, it turns out that what he condensed is just a Hundred Pattern Dao Pill, although this Pill is not of great use to me, but I think it's quite good to use this seat to keep a thought, what do you think?"

Shen Xuanchun's heart was like a knife, he still remembered that he had just built a Dao Foundation, which annoyed a loose Dao Foundation, and he almost died after several fights, but he still happened to be rescued by Wen Song's old Dao, and then joined the Biyou Small Sect.

It is also because of the careful guidance of Wensong Lao Dao for more than 100 years that he was able to reach the consummation of the Daoji and sing all the way to today's cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that Wen Song Lao Dao is his own master, and he is often grateful to Wen Song Lao Dao.

But now the Dao Dan in the hands of the Floating Old Demon really exudes the breath of Wen Song's old way, obviously, Wen Song Old Dao has been tragically poisoned by the floating old demon.

Seeing Shen Xuanchun's face was discouraged, the floating old demon felt even more refreshed, and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faintly visible afterimage, and in the next moment, it appeared behind Shen Xuanchun.

Standing with both hands, he quickly clicked on Shen Xuanchun, who was stunned, a few times, and in an instant, there was no longer a little spiritual pressure on Shen Xuanchun's body, obviously imprisoned by the floating old demon.

The old demon said viciously: "The next thing is you, I will torture you to death, and then dig out your Dao Dan and sacrifice my disciple's spirit in the sky!"

"No, no, don't hurt my master, the Blood Red Dao people were killed by the master, and if they want to kill them, they are all coming at me!" Ye An saw everything in his eyes not far away, and when he heard that the other party was going to kill Shen Xuanchun, he was naturally extremely frightened in his heart, and suddenly stood up and said.

The old demon turned around, and when he saw Ye An's face clearly, his face turned cold and said viciously: "It turned out to be you little brute!"

Ye An had already lost an arm at this time, and the pain stimulated cold sweat on his forehead, and he said a little weakly: "One person does things and one person is responsible, what is it to embarrass my master?"

A strange smile appeared on the face of the floating old demon, and said: "It's good to do things one by one, this seat will let you taste the taste of losing your loved ones now!"

"No!" Ye An only felt that the sky was falling at this moment, and Shen Xuanchun's pain fell on his heart, his face turned dark, and he spit out a mouthful of blood!

Shen Xuanchun endured the pain, groaned lowly, raised his head violently and shouted: "Ye An! You can see clearly, all the humiliation suffered by the teacher today is engraved in your mind!"

The Floating Old Demon sneered: "That's a lot of nonsense!" With that, with both hands, he tore off Shen Xuanchun's other arm.

Shen Xuanchun seemed to have forgotten the pain caused by his body at this moment, and gritted his teeth at Ye An and said: "You have to engrave the faces of all the monks present today in your heart, you must escape and survive, and one day, return here to avenge the destruction of my Biyou, for my Biyou, for my Biyou's elder, for the sect leader Wen Song!"

Ye An shed two lines of blood and tears on his face, and pleaded to the floating old demon: "Please, please spare my master!"

Shen Xuanchun's legs flew up to his knees, even if his cultivation was fully recovered at this moment, he would become an out-and-out monk without hands and feet.

Unless this biochemical infant is born, it is impossible for a monk to be reborn with a severed limb in this life.

Ye An was already a little numb at the moment, but he was still muttering with blood and tears: "Master, Master"

The Floating Old Devil had a cold face, turned into a claw with one hand, and quickly probed into Shen Xuanchun's abdomen, but Shen Xuanchun couldn't hold back any longer, and let out a miserable howl, his Dao Dan had been taken out by the Floating Old Demon.

Zhong Sanxiu felt a chill in his heart, and he even had a kind of thought that he couldn't bear to look at. The Ning Dan monk, who was still in high spirits an hour ago, was tortured like this at this moment, and the Dao Dan was dug out alive, what could be more painful in this world?

Shen Xuanchun was angry at the moment, knowing that he couldn't hold on for a few more breaths, seeing that Ye An was still standing in place, using up the last trace of strength, and also using the last trace of spiritual energy in his flesh and blood: "Get out!"

Ye An glanced at everyone coldly, and said in a low voice the only dozen or so Daoji monks and floating old demons in the field: "You'd better live peacefully, don't die by accident." Then he took out the inky black stone plate from the storage bag and injected a trace of mana.

It has been nearly two thousand years since the Floating Old Demon Cultivator, and the thing in Ye An's hand, who is naturally knowledgeable, waved a spiritual light towards Ye An in shock, and when the spiritual light was about to approach Ye An, Ye An suddenly disappeared in place, and the spiritual light only left a deep pit on the ground.