A huge pillar of blood-colored light shot straight into the sky, tearing the clouds in the entire sky into pieces, drifting with the wind, and finally the smoke and nitrate were in a light cloud. But the tall figure standing in the blood-colored pillar of light, like a hell demon god, bathed in blood-colored brilliance, his long hair showing a bewitching purple, looking up to the sky and roaring, wantonly bursting out of momentum.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was dressed in a blood-colored robe, surrounded by a black and shiny aura, like a bloody viper, constantly rotating around his body, and his long purple hair danced wildly, showing an infinite domineering. On the pitch-black aura, distorted faces kept emerging, and then quietly disappeared. It was an endless soul, all of them were the souls of the endless creatures on this land after they died, and they were imprisoned by the Blood Demon Ancestor and refined into a magic weapon.

At this time, this demonic path giant was filled with endless anger, and his resentment towards the Sword Sect, a righteous sect, could be described as unprecedented. An opportunity to kill the genius disciples of the younger generations of the Sword Sect, in front of him, he was extremely cautious, but he never thought that it would be such a direct failure, not to mention, and also one of his three magic weapons, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, was damaged in it, such an ending was something that the Blood Demon Ancestor had never expected.

He couldn't accept such a loss, if the Sword Sect Nine Swords made a move, there would be an explanation. But this time, he was actually planted in the hands of a disciple of the Sword Sect who had no reputation in the slightest, which was a complete shame for the world-famous Demon Dao giant.

Therefore, on this Wailing Plain, the Blood Demon Ancestor revealed his figure and burst out with a peerless cultivation that belonged to the peak of the Xuanwu Realm, venting his anger.

The whole land trembled, and the bottomless abyss cracked in the earth, as if the whole earth was about to completely shatter, and an unconscious walking corpse fell into the abyss, and no echo was heard for a long time. These abysses are bottomless, the earth is torn apart, and even the earthfire magma is constantly gushing out from the cracks, forming raging torrents.

"Sword Sect child, if I don't kill you, it will be difficult to vent the hatred in my heart......! You wait!" The Blood Demon Ancestor's blood-colored robe flew fiercely, his long purple hair fluttered incomparably behind his head, and his body was as majestic as a mountain, without the slightest trace of the Demon Dao Monster's skinny wood. This Demon Dao Giant is an outlier among countless Demon Dao giants, although like all the Demon Dao people, he pursues to quickly improve his cultivation and plays with soul bones. But it didn't look gloomy at all, but it was full of a different kind of domineering, and his figure was diametrically opposed to the rest of the Demon Sect bigwigs, with muscle bumps knotted on his body, more like a pure body refining cultivator.

But no one would despise this Demon Dao Giant, because this is really a murderous Demon Boss, the plain under this Moyun Peak was still a huge Terran Empire eight hundred years ago, and it is also the birthplace of this Demon Dao Giant. But for some reasons, he was deported, and finally after learning his art, his revenge was also extremely fierce, directly turning this human country into a human purgatory.

The events of that year are no longer examinable, everything is lost in the long river of history, only the current Jedi Wailing Plains of the world exist in the world, and all the people who live in this land are all slaves of the Blood Demon Ancestor, trembling under Moyun Peak, because this area has completely become a Jedi in the world. No one can get out of this huge no-man's land.

Only under Moyun Peak there are still some Terrans who are still breathing, not because the Blood Demon Ancestor has mercy on these people, but because most of these people are the descendants of the enemies he was expelled from the beginning, and they are only constantly tormenting. These people may still wish to be killed sooner, because being alive is the greatest pain.

The Blood Demon Ancestor vented in mid-air for a long time, and there was not a trace of cloud in the entire sky, but it was shrouded in a strange blood-colored light, this was his domain, enveloping all the thousands of miles in this area. The air tearing shook the entire space, and even the screaming sound that tore the air tore the eardrums of the people who were still under Moyun Peak, and the seven orifices bled out. The momentum of the Xuanwu Realm Great Cultivator erupted definitely not something that ordinary people could bear, although most of the momentum of the Blood Demon Ancestor erupted towards the heavenly dome, but even if it was just a trace of aftermath, it was enough to make these tortured people unbearable, and they were all oppressed and lying on the ground, all of them were blank, and their eyes without a trace of life flashed with a trace of fear.

"Haha...... You ants, you really think you're not afraid of death! I didn't expect it! You're actually scared...... Hehe...... "The Blood Demon Ancestor put away his momentum and landed at the foot of Moyun Peak like an ordinary person, looking at these people who were lying on the ground, and smiled evilly.

"You demon, kill us!" An old man said indifferently, his voice did not have the slightest vitality, nor the slightest attachment, only a kind of insensitivity and endless torture, he has been tortured since eight hundred years ago, as a demon monk, some have the means to keep those people at the beginning until now! A simple corpse refining spell can accomplish such a thing, these people are all those people from eight hundred years ago, they are the descendants of his enemies, when he came back to take revenge, the people who expelled him have already died of old age, and even the bones have rotted for I don't know how many years.

Therefore, the anger of the Blood Demon Ancestor fell on these people, because they had the blood of those people in their bodies, and the taste of blood that made him feel ashamed, the Blood Demon Ancestor would never forget it at any time. So these people have become immortal zombies, slaves on this Moyun Peak, and a punching bag for the Blood Demon Ancestor. No matter what happened again and again, the Blood Demon Ancestor would beat them up to celebrate when he was happy, and would cut off pieces of their flesh and blood to vent when he was angry. This is the life of the eighteen hells, and in the consciousness of these people, death is the most luxurious relief.

Corpse refining spells are widely spread in the Demon Dao, and there are many forms. The Blood Demon Ancestor used a relatively high-level spell that directly refined a living person into a zombie, but retained all the life characteristics that a living person should have, including breathing, blood flow, and even eating, drinking, and Lazar, except for the inability to reproduce the next generation, everything is not the slightest abnormality with the living. But their souls are completely imprisoned in this shell, and they cannot be separated. And this kind of corpse refining spell also has a special feature, that is, the zombies spawned by this spell cannot be upgraded like real zombies.

After giving up the function of getting stronger, what is obtained is a rapid recovery ability, no matter how big the injury, as long as it does not directly destroy the corpse core in the heart, it will recover quickly. This spell was first developed to torture enemies with whom they had a grudge, and later became a method for demonic monks to stifle threatening competitors or create ways to serve their own servants.

"Kill you? huh...... That's too cheap for you, the mistakes made by your ancestors, you haven't repaid them yet, the ancestors will never let you die like this, and when you pay back the money you owed to the ancestors, let's talk about it at that time!" The Blood Demon Ancestor's blood-colored eyes and dark pupils like black holes looked extraordinarily penetrating, and his thick right arm directly grabbed the old man's neck, and then pinched his throat tightly.

The old man kept struggling, but to no avail, they were refined into zombies by the Blood Demon Ancestor, but this special corpse refining spell restricted them, and they couldn't become stronger, even the mundane martial arts they had cultivated before were completely transformed into an energy that they couldn't feel when they were invaded by the corpse refining curse, and when they were hurt, it was transformed into a repair power, making them suffer the pain of death and life.

For so many years, everyone has forgotten, and there is no way to get rid of it, they want to beg each other to kill themselves, but they have never succeeded under the supervision of the Blood Demon Ancestor, at this time, the old man is in the hands of the Blood Demon Ancestor, he is pinched by the throat, and gradually suffocated, but although his face has turned into a strange purple red, there is a kind of relief in his eyes.

"Want to die, who would dare to let you die without my permission?" The Blood Demon Ancestor directly crushed the old man's throat, threw him on the ground, and then turned to leave. I didn't even look at the old man who was thrown to the ground.

Lying on the ground, the old man's face was gray, and a huge opening in his throat ran left and right, and the flesh and blood were blurred! Blood flowed out of the wound as if it didn't want money, staining a large area of the ground red.

But the old man did not die, a wave of despair rose on his face, how long was this demon going to torture them? The flesh was like a worm, constantly writhing, spreading towards the center of the wound, and gradually the flesh and blood at the wound were connected together, and then the flesh and blood began to grow one by one, and this growth was so rapid that it was even visible to the naked eye, and I saw that the original huge gap was completely healed in a short time.

This kind of powerful recovery ability can be called immortal, but it also comes at a huge price, that is, it consumes countless energy. This can be seen from the old man's increasingly thin body, the body that originally had a little flesh has all become skin and bones at this time, the cheekbones on the face are bulging, and the eye sockets are deep, like a hideous ghost, if it is not for the black and white in the eyes, it is definitely a skeleton.

"......Huh" A huge wind sound came from Moyun Peak, and I saw a huge bat flying out from the top of the mountain, flying into the distance, and disappearing into the sky.

"The Blood Demon Bat is out, that demon is gone, and there will be a few days of peaceful life!" a group of people at the foot of the mountain all looked at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Passing on the Ancestral Decree and waiting for the untouchables not to kneel down!" A boy dressed in a black robe and wearing a jade plaque engraved with a blood-colored bat tied around his waist came to the cage area at the foot of the mountain.

"In the past three days, every day, you have to choose three people to go to the mountain to cut meat and feed the bats!" the boy's words made the faces of the group of people suddenly change greatly.