Chapter 212: Blood Demon Canyon

It was a dark and winding path, no more than two meters wide, enough for a horse-drawn carriage to pass through, and it would have been driven by a very skilled old coachman.

The air here was much wetter than elsewhere, and the air smelled of blood, and even the leaves of some trees that were supposed to grow green leaves were a dark red color of blood.

This is the destination of Yang Jiao's trip - Blood Demon Canyon.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The crisp copper bell rang, and the carriage slowly moved along the path, and Yang Jiao yawned on the wheels to look around, and when he noticed this fishy blood, he couldn't help frowning.

It was Lin Tianyin who led the horse in front, and at this time he revisited his old place, but his eyes were full of hatred.

Jiang Yanming walked behind with his sword, but he used full mental vigilance to look around, although there was no one who could move at this time, but the faint breath made him feel a threat to his life.

"There is a strong man in this forest who is strong enough to kill me. Jiang Yanming was vigilant all around, secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Is this the Blood Demon Canyon? It really doesn't look good!" Yang Jiao's divine sense swept away, and the entire Blood Demon Canyon was enveloped in an instant, and all the forbidden formations and traps in the canyon were all revealed.

"The Blood Demon King is in retreat in the depths of the Blood Demon Canyon, when he slaughtered hundreds of millions of civilians, the blood lake caused by him is in the depths. Lin Tianyin explained, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

He was a member of the Blood Wing Demon Sect before, and he was not a descendant of the Blood Demon King, so he had long hated the Blood Demon King's bloody practice, but his strength was low before, and he couldn't stop it, but now he not only has unfathomable power like Yang Jiao around him, but only Jiang Yanming, who is the same slave status as himself, also has the strength to kill the Quadruple Heavenly Golden Immortal powerhouse. Therefore, this time he stepped into the Blood Demon Canyon, he was full of confidence.

"Bell bell bell ......"

In the silence of the canyon, the brass bells were particularly abrupt, and after a short walk, the carriage finally walked through the narrow path and came to an open field.

Not far from the open field is an ancient castle. The area of the ancient castle is huge, almost comparable to the Gouchen Palace in the Qingming Canyon, and it is from there that the thick bloody aura emanates.

"This is it. Lin Tianyin lightly pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.

"Who is here to dare to trespass on my Blood Demon Gate?" As soon as the carriage appeared, a loud cheer rang out.

The next moment, several blood-colored rays of light fell from the sky, surrounding the carriage.

The leader is dressed in a blood-colored cloak and a mortal general. As soon as he fell, he pointed at Lin Tianyin and shouted, "Lin Tianyin, you dare to come back after stealing the Blood Spirit Bead?"

As he spoke, his eyes wandered, and he fell on Jiang Yanming, who was standing behind the carriage with a sword in his hand, with an indifferent face.

This person's predecessor was also a member of the Blood Wing Demon Sect, and he had fought with the disciples of Shushan many times, so he recognized the Shushan sword cultivation aura on Jiang Yanming's body at a glance, and immediately shouted loudly: "Okay." No wonder I dared to come back, it turned out that I had taken refuge in Shushan, which was famous and famous. ”

said. Suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and stared at Jiang Yanming with it across his chest.

"Wu Jiang, you have been a tiger for many years, so you will die today!" Lin Tianyin looked at the person dressed as a general, sneered, and a long knife in his hand that resembled a Shura knife quickly slashed out. Take the latter to the point.

"Lin Tianyin!" The leader who called Wu Jiang shouted angrily, and the long sword on his chest slashed out without evasion, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth showed a miserable arc.

With Wu Jiang's experience, Lin Tianyin was no more than the perfect cultivation of the Heavenly Immortals, under his hands who had already begun to realize the rudiments of his will. Definitely not going through a round.

The blood sword slashed out, bringing a terrible roar of "woo", which was the manifestation of Wu Jiang's will.

"Hey, hey!"

Lin Tianyin's eyes also showed a cruel arc, and a wisp of rich Shura killing intent spread out on the long Shura long knife he swung, making the face of the knife like Bai Lian quietly stained with a touch of red.

"Bang-"

The swords collided with each other with a crisp clashing sound, and then the two warring sides trembled at the same time and strode back.

The hard-hitting and hard-hitting spell can best reflect the difference in the strength of the two.

Lin Tianyin took a step back and immediately stabilized his body, but Wu Jiang retreated more than ten steps in a row, and finally inserted the long sword into the ground before stopping his figure.

In this way, the judgment is made.

"Don't waste any more time!"

Watching this kind of low-level battle was really not fun, Yang Jiao couldn't help but interrupt.

"Puff puff puff—"

As soon as Yang Jiao's words fell, a snowy sword light sounded, followed by a series of sounds, which was the sound of blood splattering out of the neck after the corpse was separated.

Jiang Yanming made a move, clean and neat.

"Jiang Yanming, you-"

Lin Tianyin glared at Jiang Yanming angrily, obviously he still wanted to take the opportunity to hone himself, but the latter took advantage of the opportunity to make a move.

"With your strength, I don't know how long it will be delayed, so you have to be clean and tidy to kill demons. Jiang Yanming snorted coldly, and then walked with the sword, and a huge sword light about 100 meters long hung upside down above the ancient castle, and then fell suddenly.

"Bang-"

As the lair of the Blood Demon King, the ancient castle obviously arranged a powerful defensive formation. Jiang Yanming slashed down with all his might, but failed to break through the defense.

"Your sword may not be so clean and neat!" Lin Tianyin couldn't help but discuss in his heart when he saw this, but Tucker didn't dare to really say this.

"Humph!"

A sword failed to make a contribution, Jiang Yanming was obviously a little angry, and a red Qingfeng appeared on the top, and as his giant sword slashed, the Qingfeng also made a downward slashing action.

This Qingfeng Sword is Jiang Yanming's will, using his will, it is obvious that Jiang Yanming has decided to use all his strength.

"Boom-"

Another loud bang was deafening, and the entire castle trembled violently under the sword, and then it fell into the ground as if it had experienced a great earthquake.

"Who dares to spread anything wild on this territory!"

Smoke and dust flew from all sides, and a blood-robed figure flew out of it.

"Shushan's?" It was the Blood Demon King who flew out, and as soon as he came out, his gaze fell on Jiang Yanming, who had a huge will.

"Hey, old man, I'm the boss, okay?" A faint voice sounded, instantly pulling the realization of the Blood Demon King over.

The Blood Demon King fixed his eyes on a middle-aged man in white who had no immortal aura and was looking at him with a smile.

"Boss, when does the boss dare to run to my territory?" The Blood Demon King can do things that slaughter mortals, and his own mental cultivation is not very good, and when he saw Yang Jiao, he immediately shot a murderous shot, and turned over a bloody handprint and took a picture.

"Boom-" The bloody handprints slammed firmly on the carriage, but the curtain of the carriage was not even raised.

"With such a little strength, you still dare to call yourself the Blood Demon King?" Yang Jiao smiled slightly: "Let me see what you are doing in retreat, you won't even go to recover the Blood Spirit Bead in person if you lose it." ”

As he spoke, his divine consciousness came out of his body again, invading towards the castle. (To be continued.) )