Chapter 221 is to make trouble

As the blood demon clone flew out, the blood-red ghost head knife immediately shone with red light, and a monstrous aura rolled out.

Bursts of ghosts and wolves howled into their ears, and those who heard the sound were shocked, as if they had fallen into a yellow spring.

After the re-cultivation of the ghost heart of Huangquan, today's ghost head knife is not what it used to be.

The old man of the Zhu family, who had been welcoming guests, shrank his eyes at this moment, his complexion suddenly changed greatly, and he went straight to the blood demon clone, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist"

Looking at him, it seemed that he had a set of arguments, but the blood demon clone completely ignored it and reached out to slash it.

The blood-red sword light was like a practice, pouring down from the nine heavens, and the eight spirit horses were instantly frightened by the sword, and the scene became chaotic at once.

And at this time, the void next to the carriage fluctuated, and two Jindan monks walked out. The blood demon clone snorted coldly, and said secretly: "It's really not simple, even if the woman appeared, she also sent two Jin Dan to protect it secretly!"

Among them is an old woman, holding a dragon cane, with a hideous scar slanted on her face, looking gloomy. The other is a goateeed old man, energetic, wearing plain clothes, walking in the air, as if an immortal descended to earth.

As soon as the two appeared, they tacitly took a step forward. The old woman propped up the dragon crutches and stepped forward.

With a sonorous sound, the dragon crutch shook all over his body, and a terrible Jiaolong scream faintly came, and the old woman's face changed, and she took two steps back before she could stop.

It seems that the blood demon clone still has the upper hand.

The calm look on the old man's face with a goatee disappeared, replaced by a touch of solemnity. Looking at Fang Wenyuan for a while, he said, "It turned out to be a fellow Daoist of the Blood Demon Sect, and the old man thought it was someone who came to make trouble." However, the Zhu family and the Blood Demon Sect have always been good friends, and I am afraid that Daoist friends will do this."

Speaking of this, the old man with the goatee didn't say any more, because the meaning was obvious, and he didn't dare to embarrass the blood demon clone too much. After all, the ghost head knife in the hands of the blood demon clone is not extraordinary, and if he can have such a ghost head knife, he must have a high status in the sect.

At this time, the old man who greeted the guests also came, and when he saw the old man with a goatee speak, he stood quietly in the air, looking at the back of the blood demon clone with a gloomy face, without saying a word. It seems that as long as the blood demon clone doesn't appreciate it, or wants to do something out of the ordinary, he will not hesitate to make a move.

The blood demon clone looked up to the sky and smiled, half loud, showing his arrogance, and said: "The predecessor is really good at laughing, what do you mean 'I think I'm here to make trouble?' I just came to make trouble, I have heard that Zhu Bing has formed a good relationship this time, and the girl's appearance is handsome, and my son came today just to kiss Fang Ze!"

After that, the ghost-headed knife was in front, and the figure followed closely, and in the blood-red light, there were resentful souls who had died in vain, and the painful screams made people trance.

Even the three Jindan monks are also suspected of being unbearable.

They couldn't stand it, so let's not talk about this full house, I saw them all turning on their backs, covering their ears in pain. Of course, in the audience, Fang Wenyuan was far from the same.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan himself discovered an interesting thing, that is, there were a few people who were not afraid of the ghost's crying, but looked excited. Under Fang Wenyuan's careful investigation, he actually found an acquaintance among these people.

This person is cold-hearted.

This discovery, Fang Wenyuan's heart was stunned, he frowned secretly, and said in his heart: "Why is the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect also here? The status of the Holy Son of the First Sect is extremely high, and this person's appearance here must be something important."

Looking at him, it doesn't look like he's here to help the Zhu family. It seems that there is something wrong with the alliance between the Zhu family and the evil sect. ”

At this moment, a dragon murmur in the sky spread throughout the four fields, and it turned out that the old woman's weapon turned into a Jiao, and after resisting the blood demon clone, it attacked the blood demon clone.

At this time, the old man with the goatee couldn't hold it back, reached out and touched it, took out a red gourd in his arms, and wanted to throw it in the air.

The mouth of the gourd exuded a scorching smell, and as soon as Fang opened it, the wine, tea, and even the water in the fruits of the banquet guests evaporated in an instant.

Among them, the scorching fireworks, with billowing black smoke, came all over the sky.

At this point, it is not over, and the old man of the Zhu family has also made a move. His patience with the Blood Demon clone also reached its limit, and a handful of inspiration appeared in his hands, and a round of crescent-like cold knives appeared between his hands.

This knife has no handle, with a cold atmosphere. The old man threw it out, turning into a streamer of light and heading straight for the blood demon clone.

This series of attacks happened extremely fast, almost between lightning and flint, and even the second line of the blood demon clone had not yet been slashed.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the Blood Demon clone was facing a life-and-death threat in an instant.

Time does not wait, before the dragon arrives, the fire is not prosperous, and the cold knife has not arrived, the blood demon clone twisted the ghost head knife in his hand and slid it through the palm. Yin Hong's blood was attached to the Ghost Head Knife, making the originally scarlet Ghost Head Knife even more delicate and cold.

At this time, the dragon had already arrived in front of the Blood Demon clone, and the giant claws of the cold front were torn apart and blocked, heading straight for the chest of the Blood Demon clone.

The Blood Demon clone had a fierce face, pushed forward with both hands, the left index finger was opposite the right thumb, and the right index finger was opposite the left thumb, and shouted in a low voice: "Huangquan Triple Gate!"

With three loud bangs, three gates carved with ghost heads fell with a bang, and their eyes were glowing with forest fire, surrounding the blood demon clone in it.

The monstrous loud bang rang out, deafening, and the dragon took the lead in slamming into a large gate, directly knocking it into a concave shape.

A smoky flame followed, burning the other gate to the point of melting to the point of melting. The cold knife was the most ferocious, although it was not obvious, it directly penetrated the third gate and suddenly rushed inside.

Then there was a sonorous sound, and at this moment, a gray ghostly mist came through the gap between the three gates.

For a while, no one knew whether this cold knife had succeeded, and even the old man who sent out the cold knife was also gloomy at this time, and it seemed that things were not going so well.

Seeing this, the old woman controlled the dragon to slam forward again, and after the gate was slammed, it was already overwhelmed, and if it came again, it would definitely be defeated.

The old man with the goatee, not to be outdone, even activated the fire gourd at the same time, and the scorching flame was even more ferocious.

At this moment, a long roar resounded throughout the nine heavens, and the three gates protecting the blood demon clone were knocked open from the inside, scattering the flames, and even stopping the dragon's attack for a moment.

At this time, the scene was an eerie ghost, and a sharp sound of metal colliding suddenly came. A cold light flew out of it, and it was the cold knife of the old man who welcomed the guest. It looks like it was knocked away.

At this time, a dull voice sounded, like a muffled thunder outside the clouds.

The dragon shook its head and let out a low groan, and suddenly rushed towards the ghost mist, Sensen's fangs glowing with a metallic sheen, as if it could swallow a piece of heaven and earth in one bite.

The flames in the fire gourd also disappeared, and the void was scorched by it and rippled in patches.

The Bloodfiend clone seems to be doomed.

However, at this time, Fang Wenyuan himself did not feel the slightest nervousness, but drank tea calmly. The other guests were in a mess, afraid of being hurt in the aftermath of this fight, and they all stayed away from this place.

Half ringing, that is, Fang Wenyuan is still in place.

At the last moment, when everyone thought that the blood demon clone was in a catastrophe, the black ghost mist suddenly churned, and a black shadow flew out of it at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the nine skies.

The next moment, it fell like a meteor at a high speed, and a blood-red match followed.

I went to see a giant covered in bronze and eight feet tall, holding a three-zhang ghost head knife and falling. It's just that the ghost head on this ghost head knife has disappeared.

Among the guests, next to the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect, a man with eagle eyes, staring at the Blood Demon clone, his eyes were like electricity, and he said in a low voice: "Holy Son, this person has already cultivated the Ghost Head Knife to such an extent that the ghost thing actually encompasses the body of the caster, and then it can give birth to muscles and flesh protection.

This ghost-headed knife has caught up with the knife in the elder's hand. My sect is such a pillar of talent, is it true that the Holy Son will not be rescued?"

Leng Xin's eyes didn't dare to have a trace of emotion, just like his name, and said coldly when he heard the words: "This Holy Son wants to see what this fellow disciple of mine wants to do, if it is different from my purpose, then, why save him?"

The eagle-eyed man wanted to say something more, but was stopped by a cold look, and when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

The blood demon clone also knew what was happening, because he had a heart with the deity, and the deity did not make a move at this time, but he was always monitoring everyone present, so the conversation between Leng Xin and his subordinates naturally couldn't hide from his ears.

However, these things are left to the deity to ponder, and the Blood Demon clone knows his mission. Against the three Jindan, you can't be careless.

In just such a small moment, he had brushed shoulders with death and life several times, if it weren't for the ghost head on the ghost head knife at this moment, he would have been included in it by turning into a ghost. Two more moves, and he will die without a place to be buried.

Because, at this moment, he is already seriously injured. Or did the deity secretly open the connection between the two, and sent pure vitality to heal it.

In short, against the three Jin Dan on his own, it is difficult for the deity to predict the outcome or defeat, let alone just a clone.

Descending from the sky, the blood demon clone has been hiding among the ghosts of Yazhang. This ghost thing is no longer as simple as it was at the beginning, and at this moment, it has grown flesh and blood, wrapping the blood demon clone in it, without revealing a single thing.

Finding the right time, the eight-zhang ghost thing suddenly fell, as fast as a meteor catching the moon, and suddenly pressed on the dragon's head, directly hitting the ground.

Although the ghost creature was tall and bulky, it was not clumsy, and after stepping on the dragon from the sky, he reached out and wiped it on the back of the knife, and a forest fire spread throughout the blade.

Slash with a sword