The casualties of the monks of the two countries were very heavy, and even the monks of the Yuan Infant Period were in pain, but it was not possible to do it in a short time if they wanted to distinguish the winner from the loser, and they had figured out each other's strength, and neither could eat each other in one bite.

Gradually, there were fewer fierce battles, and in recent days there has been almost no outbreak of fighting in the standoff.

Han Han read the monthly report and felt that this was a bad phenomenon: After a few days of casual fighting, the fight was over? My Han family's blood feud has not been avenged, no, we must not just give up.

He thought of a bold plan: he was going to the low-level dungeon space of the Lu Kingdom and slaughter the spirit disciples of the Lu Kingdom.

The hatred of the Han family has nothing to do with the spirit disciples of Lu State, but the culprit Lingyu is in the Yuan Infant Stage, who can help her? Han Han had no choice but to transfer his resentment to Lu Guo's spirit disciples: I can't kill you, I will kill your disciples and grandchildren, and killing too much will make your flesh hurt.

This time, she planned to follow Princess Langyue from the entrance of the demon race, and Qiong'er was not at ease, because she couldn't go to that dungeon space.

Just like the pothos space, although it can enter two elite clans, but it restricts the cultivation of the two people from adding up to fifteen layers, if there are two Great Perfection essence clans, it will be too harmful to the foreign monks.

What Han Han had decided could not be changed, and Qiong'er had no choice but to stay and continue to study her alchemy.

Lang Yue selected a group of demons who had cultivated to the Great Perfection, there were hundreds of them, all of whom were her henchmen and subordinates, and they entered the world of the demons, and set off towards another copy space---- Lingzhi space.

Han Han was mixed with Lang Yue's side, surrounded by the most beautiful and moving witches, and Lang Yue could be regarded as figuring out his preferences.

When he stepped into the demon world, Han Han was shocked, the whole world was the color of blood, scarlet and scarlet, the first thing that caught his eyes was the blood-colored earth, and the entire land as far as his eyes could see seemed to be soaked in blood, and he felt a little wet when he stepped on it, as if the blood stains had not dried.

It was simply shocking, but there was no smell of blood in the mouth and nose, and after a closer look, Han Han found Ni Duan, the sun here was blood-red, and even the light was blood-colored.

Looking into the distance, the mountains are blood-red, the sky is pale red, and a few clouds are floating, like a thick blood mist, is there only one blood-red color in this world?

Look at the surroundings are still delicate witches, the skin is still white and tender, all kinds of beautiful colors of breastplates, hair, obviously this world is not lacking in color.

It's really strange, they asked each other, but Langyue didn't understand the reason.

Putting away his curiosity and starting to hurry, Han Han remembered the purpose of this trip, to slaughter the spirit disciples of the Lu Kingdom, he suddenly felt very excited, and began to imagine which most cruel and bloody means to slaughter them.

Suddenly he understood that the strange color of blood made people bloodthirsty, and in this world, even the kindest people can become demons.

It was also a few days away from the Lingzhi space, and I met many magicians along the way, some of them avoided them from a distance, and some of them came head-on, releasing their divine sense to sweep them away.

The people of the demon clan are fond of fighting in the same rank, but they often don't feel embarrassed by those who are lower than themselves, and after listening to Lang Yue talk about their characteristics, he dared to come to the demon clan to borrow the way, but despite this, they still ran into trouble.

On this day, I met a black-robed man, who was a foundation building magician, blocking the way, and he said bluntly: "Leave the human slaves behind, I saw the human beings smell the smell of meat, and I want to eat people." ”

Han Han looked at Lang Yue.

Lang Yue gritted her teeth and ordered: "Kill." ”

Hundreds of demons attacked the black-robed man in unison.

The black-robed man shouted angrily: "Look for death." His body emitted a three-foot-long blood-colored light, and he was confident that the demon's magic weapon could not break through his blood-light body, and he swung his demon spirit sword and slashed at Lang Yue.

So many demons are not easy to deal with, and there are too many ants to bite the elephant to death, he desperately withstood a round of attacks, and killed this guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead with a sword.

Lang Yue quickly retreated, and Amuda and Windona beside him rushed forward.

Amuda was in front of him, with a miserable scream, the shield shattered, and the spirit sword passed through his body.

Windona was behind, with a muffled sound, and the shield cracked, which could be blocked.

Suddenly, the black-robed man roared angrily, and a small golden sword pierced into his chest.

He looked at the only human being here in disbelief, his divine sense had scanned it, these people were all demon disciple level, how could they break through his defenses with one sword?

His hand grabbed the little sword, which shook violently, but couldn't break free.

Han Han pinched his hands, and a fireball flew over.

The black-robed man pointed at the sword, the Demon Spirit Sword flashed, the fireball immediately extinguished and disappeared, and the Demon Spirit Sword turned around and flashed a sword curtain in front of him.

The second round of attacks of the hundred demons arrived, and all of them were blocked by the sword curtain, but the black-robed man involuntarily took a few steps back.

Suddenly, an ice pick protruded from his feet, and the ice pick couldn't break his vajra technique, and it shattered instantly, but his face turned iron blue, and he was poisoned by the cold.

Han Han said loudly: "Surround him, don't let him run." ”

The demons are bloodthirsty, and they are not afraid of death when they fight, and they surround the black-robed people, controlling the magic weapons and slashing without stopping.

The black-robed man shouted angrily, the long hair on his head stood on end, the blood-colored light of the body protection skyrocketed by a foot, and the cyan color on his face faded, and he actually forced back the cold poison in his body in an instant.

But he took the third round of attacks from the demons, and a mist of blood erupted from his mouth.

Han Han controlled the golden sword with all his strength, and felt that the power of the black-robed man's control over it had weakened.

The golden sword shone with a dazzling golden light, and little by little it drilled into the depths of the heart.

The black-robed man was so frightened that he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and exerted his strength, the golden sword was pulled out, and a stream of bloody arrows rushed out of his chest.

The black-robed man scurried back, and with the tenacity of his body protection technique, he knocked more than a dozen demons away, but he was not comfortable either, and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist again.

He hurried away from the encirclement, but his greed killed him, and he was reluctant to abandon the little golden sword in his left hand.

The demon monk could not refine the natal spirit weapon, and he rarely dealt with the human monk, so he didn't even recognize this as the natal spirit sword of the human race for a while.

How could Han Han make the Natal Spirit Sword lose and turn into a cloud of blood mist, Lang Yueyu waved his hand: "Chase." ”

The body of the demon race is as fragile as the human race, it can't be compared to the spirit race at all, the mana of the black robe man has been injured many times, and the mana of the whole body is one or two, and this two-percent mana is enough to deal with ordinary spirit disciples, but Han Han is not an ordinary spirit disciple.

Han Han's cultivation has improved now, and his mana is even worse than before, especially his unpredictable icicle technique can often reach people.

When Lang Yue led everyone to catch up with them, everyone watched as his little golden sword broke free from the black-robed man's hand, and the golden light cut off the black-robed man's head in a flash.

Han Han put away the golden sword and said to Lang Yue, "Clean up, his magic core and spirit weapon are yours." ”

The eyes of the demon disciples looking at him were full of admiration, the demon people respected the strong, he could use the cultivation period of Qi cultivation to kill the foundation building demon, even if this was an injured demon, this was an incredible powerhouse.

Lang Yue took out the black-robed man's demon core and exclaimed, "Oh my God, he is a cultivator at the middle level of foundation building. ”

Demon people can absorb the energy of the demon core of the same clan, this is the reason why the demon people like to fight with the same clan, the demon core that is lower than their own cultivation is not very useful, and the demon core that is higher than their own is equivalent to a treasure.

Everyone looked at Han Han with even more fanatical eyes.