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Wu Yanshen looked solemnly at the pitch-black clouds that were rapidly fleeing towards the southeast and were rapidly fleeing here.

The cloud, as black as ink, covered the sky like a demonic power and spiritual pressure from the cloud. The cloud fled so fast that it had spanned miles in almost a few breaths, and had reached the edge of the mountain protection array.

A divine sense, brutally swept out of the dark demonic qi cloud, sweeping over the protective array in front of him and Wu Yan who was standing in the protective array.

"Are you that Jin Renfeng's criminal Wu Yan?" In the dark demonic qi cloud, a cold snort came out, followed by a domineering question. At the same time as the words came out, a black-robed old man flashed out from the cloud of demonic qi and 'revealed' his true face.

Wu Yan's expression was cold, and his eyes swept on the person's face, which was very unfamiliar. This person's appearance is very ugly, on top of the pitted burnt yellow skin, a pair of demonic red eyes are also staring at Wu Yan coldly. This man is ugly in appearance, his face is still mutilated, his right ear seems to have been cut off, his nose has also been flattened, only two holes remain, and there is a hideous scar on his right face. The whole person is as ugly as a ghost.

This was the first time Wu Yan had seen a monk with such an ugly and crippled face. It is said that when the cultivation reaches the infancy stage, it is common for monks to use a body of magic powers, change their shapes, and make their image more beautiful and beautiful. However, at this level of cultivation, monks generally don't care about these trivial things. But like this person, he makes no secret of his ugly and crippled face, which shows that this person is either extremely confident or extremely perverted. The wound on his face looked like someone else's wound.

The ugly old man in the black robe, seeing Wu Yan staring at his ugly face without blinking, 'shot' a violent aura in his eyes, shouted violently, and said, "Whether you are the master or not, if you dare to be so rude to the old man, then go to death!"

The old man's black 'colored' sleeves flicked, and a black rainbow escaped from his sleeve, turning into a black long knife magic weapon in an instant, and slashed towards Wu Yan.

Wu Yan had already silently sacrificed the "Divine Treasure Destroying Immortal Sword" when he came away, and at this time, when he saw that the ugly old man had no regard for his status as a master in the Demon Trick Period, although he was taken aback, he was not afraid. At the same time, Wu Yan opened his mouth and squirted, and five balls of blood-colored light spurted out, instantly surrounding his four sides and the top of his head, and with the slight movement of his heart, the blood-colored light points soared, transforming into five blood-colored flags!

Rumble!

A loud explosion caused by a violent collision of mana resounded outside the array. Both seemed to have the same idea, and the blow turned out to be a hard-hitting collision.

The magic weapon of the jet-black magic knife is indeed worthy of the magic weapon of the demon cultivation in the demon trick period, and its magic power is so strong that it bursts incomparably, and when it hits, it knocks Wu Yan's "Divine Treasure Destroying Immortal Sword" away.

Wu Yan's face changed violently, and he became more dignified.

It was just this hard-hitting collision just now, and he had already noticed the difference in strength between himself and the Demon Cultivator of the Demon Skill Period!

The sword qi was dispersed, and most of its power was lost! If it weren't for the fact that the material used in the sword was Shenzhen iron, which was extremely hard and sharp, I am afraid that under this impact, my magic weapon would inevitably be destroyed by the jet-black magic knife.

Wu Yan raised his hand and made a move, and the "Divine Treasure Destroying Immortal Sword" that was knocked away returned to him, and he swallowed it into his stomach with one mouth, and raised it with the 'essence' yuan. Then, he opened his mouth again and sprayed, and an earthy yellow 'colored' spiritual light escaped and turned into a three-foot earthy 'colored' spiritual sword, floating in front of him.

The ugly old man's face also changed slightly, and he shouted violently: "Okay! Sure enough, there are some 'door' paths, and they can resist the old man's magic treasure with magic weapons alone." Hehe, it looks like you have more than one natal magic weapon, which is really interesting. Boy, it seems that you are indeed that Wu Yan?"

"Who is Your Excellency, why do you have to get along with Wu?" Wu Yan asked as he stared at the old man's every move solemnly.

"Old man Wumo is the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect. You dare to kill the four demon generals and elders of my Heavenly Demon Sect, the old man is here to recover the blood debt, and the death is clear enough, right?"

Wu Yan frowned, and said: "Wu Daoyou, the grudge between Wu and the Heavenly Demon Sect is a 'private' grudge, and it is reasonable for you to seek revenge on me for them." It's just that now that our division is rushing through the pass, can this matter be postponed for a while? When our division succeeds in breaking through the pass, Wu will go to the Heavenly Demon Sect of Sanchuan Mansion to settle the matter with Your Excellency. ”

"Hahahaha! Boy, who do you think you are? With your cultivation in the middle stage of the little Jiedan, you think that you have a good magic weapon, and if you refine this Wind Demon Blood Soul Flag, you can compete with the old man? Haha, for your sake of refining this flag, the old man can make you die a happy death!" The ugly old man looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter, as if he was amused and disdainful of Wu Yan's arrogance. However, his eyes were greedy and unscrupulous staring at Wu Yan's "Five Spirit Wind Demon Forbidden God Banner", with a posture of wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to plunder.

Wu Yan's eyebrows were raised, and he was secretly angry in his heart. It's just that under the 'gloomy' face 'color', there is a hint of joy hidden. The ugly old man named Wumo in front of him didn't seem to notice that his five Blood Soul Flags were no longer just ordinary Wind Demon Blood Soul Flags, they had completely become his own origin magic treasure "Five Spirit Wind Demon Forbidden God Banner". I'm afraid that this Wumo thought that he was just relying on a coincidence to forcibly erase the divine sense prohibition left by the four major demon generals of the White Mansion in this magic treasure and refine it into five ordinary magic treasures.

The Demon Dao Exercise is to plunder, plundering a foreign object for one's own use. This Wumo must be under the ghost idea of plundering this treasure now.

Wu Yan didn't move his voice and escaped from the formation. Today's situation, I'm afraid it's hard to be good, I can't say it, I can only fight head-on with the demon cultivators in this magic trick period.

"Wu Daoyou, I respect you as a senior demon cultivator, and you are kind to each other, do you really think that I am still afraid of you?" Wu Yan smiled indifferently, since he was out of the way, there was no need to be polite to this person.

As he spoke, Wu Yan patted the storage bag and took out the Ten Thousand Poison Gourd.

A hideous and weird smile appeared on that black ink's face, and suddenly with a wave of his big hand, the pitch-black demonic qi under his feet suddenly surged with his waving big hand, and in an instant, it condensed into a giant palm claw of tens of zhang in size.

"Photograph!"

Wu Mo snorted coldly, pinched the trick in his hand, and the black giant palm grabbed the five blood soul flags above Wu Yan's head!

The corners of Wu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he silently let him grasp the blood soul flag above his head with the clutches of the demonic qi condensed, but at the same time, he urged the "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" and slashed at the black ink above the demonic qi.

Seeing that Wu Yan was so big, Wu Mo didn't care about his condensing claws, but the sword wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack him, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and his right hand continued to pinch the huge demon claws to grasp the Blood Soul Banner, but his left hand pinched the black magic knife magic weapon of the control of the black magic knife and slashed towards Wu Yan's "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword".

The jet-black giant palm had already been grasped, holding all five blood soul flags in his palm. Seeing that Wu Mo saw it, he was overjoyed by the 'color', laughed wildly, and shook the trick fiercely, trying to take the opportunity to erase the divine sense prohibition that Wu Yan had cultivated on this magic treasure.

The jet-black magic knife also collided with Wu Yan's "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" at this time. The "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" suddenly burst out with a sky-high earthy yellow 'colored' aura mass, instantly trapping the magic knife in the earthy yellow 'colored' aura mass. The aura mass faintly resembles a yellow-colored turtle shell, which is very miraculous.

The "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" is even more agile, like an earthy yellow 'color' training, rapidly shuttling and swimming in the earthy yellow 'colored' turtle shell-like spiritual qi mass, no matter how the magic knife rushes left and right, it is trapped by this sword, and it looks like it can't rush out.

Wu Mo was taken aback, as if he didn't expect that Wu Yan's second spirit sword would be even more weird and powerful, and it could trap his Origin Demon Treasure Black Knife to death, no matter how he summoned it, he could never rush out.

Surprised, Wu Mo didn't seem to take this matter to heart, and at this moment, his entire 'spirit' spirit was placed on the five blood soul flags that the condensing demon claws grasped.

He has coveted this demonic treasure for a long time, if it weren't for the four great demon generals of the White Mansion who have been in charge, I'm afraid he would have managed to grab it a long time ago. At this moment, seeing that Wu Yan had actually condensed the fifth Thunder Wind Demon Blood Soul Flag, where would he let it go?

In fact, there is a secret hidden in the depths of Wumo's heart that is not known to outsiders. He knew a secret method that could condense this magic treasure into a source magic treasure, and that secret method was obtained by him in the ruins of an ancient demon cultivation 'cave' mansion. It's just that he hasn't been able to collect all the materials to refine this treasure, so although he covets this magic treasure held by the four demon generals, he has never made a move to grab it.

Now, the complete five Blood Soul Flags appeared in front of him, how could he let them go? Even if the Origin Demon Treasure was trapped or even destroyed, he had to get these five Blood Soul Flags first.

Based on this mentality, Wu Mo ignored the trapped magic knife, but grabbed the blood soul flag with all his strength and went to recover it.

Seeing this, Wu Yan suddenly sneered, and played three different weird tricks one after another, shouting: "Sleepy! Condensation!"

The turtle shell-shaped aura suddenly shrank rapidly in the sound of the magic trick, becoming a fist of earth-colored tortoiseshell spiritual light, and the magic knife trapped in it emitted a buzzing sound, and under the connection of the mind, the black ink face suddenly turned pale, and shouted angrily: "Vertical son dares!"

He slapped a leather bag on his waist, and a bloody light suddenly erupted from it, rushing towards Na Wu Yan.

Wu Yan glanced at the blood light, but saw that the blood light rose when he saw the wind, and in an instant, it had transformed into a three- or four-foot tall red-haired and red-skinned yaksha ghost.

The yaksha ghost, roaring fiercely, violently grabbed the ribs of the spirit body, and between the blood splashes, the two ribs were grabbed out by it, it opened its mouth and spewed out two blood gases on the ribs, a pair of ghost hands closed in the middle, and a blood fork more than five feet long appeared in the ghost hand.

The Yaksha Devil Treasure was in his hand, and he screamed wildly, and he raised his fork and fell to Wu Yancha.

The Yaksha ghost was shrouded in blood light all over the sky, and before the ghost spirit body arrived, the huge ghost spirit pressure 'forced' Wu Yan to retreat more than ten zhang away.

As soon as he looked at him, Wu Yan noticed that this Yaksha ghost actually had the strength of a Great Perfection monk in the late stage of the Tsudan-32523+dsuaahhh+24475599->