Chapter 587 Massacre

"The world is infinite! The universe is full of appearances! Kill!"

As a stream of tragic aura gushed out from Xuanyuan's body, Xuanyuan's entire body shriveled, and fine green needles flashed in front of him.

"Xuanyuan, you are doing a chariot with a mantis arm, and you are overestimating your ability. However, the younger generation of Xie Yue used the power of the reincarnation Moon Wheel to completely explode the reincarnation Moon Wheel, and with the magical blow, they almost killed me."

But before these fine green needles could be shot out, the figure of the Netherworld Blood Demon suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Xuanyuan. With a click, he slapped Xuanyuan's head and actually took out Xuanyuan's Yuanying and grabbed it in his hand.

Xuanyuan's Nascent Soul was already a little shriveled. It was obvious that in order to issue this attack, Xuanyuan had no choice but to lose his cultivation and Nascent Soul. However, this was still useless. With a puff, a red light flashed on the hand of the Netherworld Blood Demon. A red silk passed through Xuanyuan's Nascent Soul, which was like a devouring pill, instantly swallowing Xuanyuan's Nascent Soul.

After devouring Xuanyuan's Nascent Soul, the Netherworld Blood Demon licked his tongue, and it turned out to be an expression of unsatisfactory expression.

As his eyes touched his body, a look of confusion appeared in the eyes of the Netherworld Blood Demon. Because it was rare to see himself and the Netherworld Blood Pool merged, which was equivalent to giving all his true essence, qi, blood, and body to the Netherworld Blood Demon. Even the Nascent Soul could not survive, and it was also true that both body and spirit were destroyed. The Netherworld Blood Demon couldn't understand why a person with such cultivation could not care about the destruction of both body and spirit, allowing himself to occupy his body and his strength increased greatly.

But after a puzzled look flashed in his eyes, the Netherworld Blood Demon did not hesitate at all. His eyes narrowed, and blood lights kept shooting out from his hands, impacting the golden light shield in the palace.

These blood lights contain extremely terrifying power, which is the magic of the Blood Demon Annihilation Magic Technique that Xiao Wuqiu had obtained from the blood relics and the soul-devouring blood arrow. But now, four hundred years later, the Nether Blood Demon, who has reborn in the body, casts the spells several times faster than Xiao Wuqiu.

More than a dozen soul-devouring blood arrows instantly hit a point, and the golden light shield finally couldn't bear it and made a whimpering sound. The entire palace sealing the exit of the spiritual spring also had dense cracks and collapsed with a loud bang.

"Ha ha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, the body of the Nether Blood Demon turned into a blood shadow and broke out from the collapsed palace.

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"How could there be such a magic cultivator in our ninth level of Kunlun!"

In just a moment, a mountain wall in the ninth level of Kunlun's real core, suddenly shattered suddenly. It was like a volcano erupting, and the amazing spiritual energy and demonic energy that could be seen in the naked eye were gushing out. Then, the figure of the Nether Blood Demon also rushed out. Almost at the same time, a middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed as a monk and a young man in yellow shirt also appeared not far from the Nether Blood Demon, looking at the Nether Blood Demon with shock. In an instant, another cultivator in purple Taoist robe also appeared on one side, and surrounded the Nether Blood Demon in a triangle with the two previous ones.

The Ninth Level of Kunlun is the forbidden area of ​​Kunlun, but if a disciple who has made great contributions and made outstanding contributions to Kunlun, or a Kunlun disciple whose cultivation has improved to a certain extent, can receive a reward, get a certain amount of stone milk and jade, and practice in the Ninth Level of Kunlun Island for a certain period of time.

Now these three cultivators are almost at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and are obviously Kunlun disciples who are practicing in the ninth level of Kunlun. Since Huan Bingyun, Kunlun has lost many disciples of the Nascent Soul Stage or above in Luo Bei's hands. Now three disciples who are close to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage suddenly emerged from the ninth level of Kunlun. It is obvious that Kunlun has accumulated too much over the past four hundred years. Even if there are extremely talented disciples, many disciples with Nascent Soul Stage's cultivation level are still emerging.

"Ticaca!"

The Netherworld Blood Demon's body was whirling sounds like bones and meridians. "It seems that it will take some time to completely integrate this body. Now, it is probably impossible to deal with Huang Wushen. However, if you don't take the opportunity to kill some younger generations and condense the blood pool, you may still be unable to escape." It seemed that you didn't see the three people surrounding you, but the Netherworld Blood Demon rushing out was thinking and said to himself.

"Senior Brother Nan, Senior Brother Pang, this person is definitely not a good person!"

While the Netherworld Blood Demon was muttering to himself, the young man in a yellow shirt who arrived first looked cold, and he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a small blue seal instantly turned into the size of a millstone, hitting the Netherworld Blood Demon's head.

"If I had a cultivation level like you four hundred years ago, I would have been afraid that I would have just ignored my physical body when I saw me and escaped directly. Now I dared to take the initiative to attack me." The Netherworld Blood Demon grinned, and as if he raised his hand, he moved casually.

"puff!"

A blood-red glow suddenly appeared, wrapping all the blue magic seals inside. Almost at the same time, a blood light suddenly shot into the yellow-shirted young man. The yellow-shirted young man reacted slowly, and sacrificed a magic weapon like a red treasure umbrella to block him.

With a loud "boom", the young man in yellow and his umbrella were suddenly knocked out seven or eight feet away. He finally shakingly stabilized his figure, and a look of fear on his face.

"Although your cultivation is not high, your magic weapon is good now. I don't have any magic weapon on hand, so I'll just use it." The Netherworld Blood Demon smiled, and the demonic energy gushed in the blood-red glowing glow. The magic seal that was originally sparkling with green light suddenly turned black and red, like a demon treasure turned into by the people in the Demon Sect, and was immediately taken into his hands. When he said this, the Netherworld Blood Demon's eyes were fixed on the red treasure umbrella that had just blocked his attack.

Seeing this scene, the other two cultivators were also shocked. With a "sneer", a purple-sky Taoist fruit appeared behind the Netherworld Blood Demon. The cultivator in purple robe practiced the secret method of the true essence of the Taoist sect. This technique is a pure Thunder Gang technique, which is specially used to restrain the demon-sect technique of the Netherworld Blood Demon.

At the same time, a small white mirror also appeared in the hands of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and emitted a white light cover that covered the Netherworld Blood Demon.

In this white light shield, the body of the Netherworld Blood Demon suddenly sank, as if it was instantly suppressed by a giant mountain.

But at this moment, a black light flashed, and it shattered the Zixiao Dao Fruit. "Donghuang Wujin Shuo!" The Kunlun disciple in purple robe looked gray and exclaimed in surprise. A small blue shield appeared in front of him, but the black light collided. The small blue shield could not resist at all and was beaten to pieces.

Taking advantage of this small blue shield to stop, the Kunlun disciple rushed to the side before he saw him avoiding the attack of the Netherworld Blood Demon.

At the same time, several blood arrows had been shot out from the hands of the Netherworld Blood Demon and shot at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who controlled the white small mirror.

Seeing several blood arrows shooting, the middle-aged Confucian scholar gritted his teeth and a green light spurted out from his mouth, but it was a small ruler emitting green light. The light on the ruler instantly formed an emerald green lotus. When he swept it in the air, the several blood arrows were all broken.

But what he and the other two cultivators did not expect was that after these blood arrows were broken, three blood shadows suddenly formed, one of which suddenly pounced on him from the side.

"Senior Brother Nan!"

The other two Kunlun disciples exclaimed, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with horror, and his whole body suddenly dissipated, forming a blood mist. At the same time, the Donghuang Wujinsuo, who had been deified by the blood demon of the Netherworld, and the blue magic seal were all hit on the red treasure umbrella in front of the young man in yellow, and beat the young man in yellow to flew backwards.

The Kunlun disciple in purple robe had the idea of ​​escaping. Before he could turn around, the Netherworld Blood Demon suddenly appeared beside him and pressed his claws on his head.

With a "puff", the Kunlun disciple's Nascent Soul was also pulled out, and then it was immediately swallowed by the Netherworld Blood Demon as if he was swallowing pills.

"Hu!" As if inhaling with satisfaction, the blood mist transformed by the middle-aged Confucian scholar was sucked to his side, and slowly gathered up on his head, forming a small pool of blood with rolling blood waves.

At this moment, the Netherworld Blood Demon seemed to be unable to use other techniques due to the limitations of his physical body and true energy. He could only use some relatively simple techniques such as the Blood God Son, the Soul-Devouring Blood Arrow, etc. The magic method seemed to be less terrifying than Xiaocha of that day. But even so, his power at this moment was not something that several cultivators who were less than the middle stage of the Nascent Soul were able to withstand.

With a bang, the rolling demonic energy and blood light surged out from the Netherworld Blood Demon. The young man in yellow who had just been beaten to fly backwards had no time to make any moves, and the surroundings were full of rolling demonic energy and blood light.

Looking outside, a ball of blood light in a radius of dozens of feet wrapped around the young man in yellow, and a scream immediately came from inside. When the blood light turned into hundreds of blood gods and flew back into the blood pool above the head of the Netherworld Blood Demon, the young man in yellow was no longer in his figure. Only the red treasure umbrella-like defensive magic weapon fell and was caught in his hand by the Netherworld Blood Demon.

Without any stop, as soon as the young man in yellow was killed, he immediately turned into a bloody light and rushed out of the ninth level of Kunlun Island.

"Who!"

In the seas between the Ninth and Eighth Islands, dozens of rays of light surrounded the blood light transformed by the Netherworld Blood Demon. But in an instant, it seemed that the light flashed a few times, and the dozen figures immediately turned into blood waves.

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"What's going on?"

Outside Kunlun, a place in the black clouds with a terrifying aura spread across hundreds of miles was suspended, with a platform of white air floating. In the middle of the platform, in addition to the King of Northern Ming, the half-faced demon, Ling Shitian and Yu Shiqing, there was also a young man wearing a navy blue robes with a very gloomy face and blood-red hair.

The magic fluctuations on the young man formed a flame-like shape around him, but the flames were also blood-red, and instead emitted a bit of coldness. The majesty and pressure emitted by his body were no less than Ling Shitian beside him.

This young man with only 27 or 28 looks is one of the three giants in Zhanzhou, Han Xueyi, who had never seen Luo Bei before!

At this moment, there were shadows in the dark clouds. I don’t know how many cultivators were hidden, and occasionally there were huge beasts hidden in them. Although it was just a feint attack, the Zhanzhou Zedi and Zhaoyao Mountain were already full of airs. Otherwise, if Huang Wushen noticed it and killed it, the losses would definitely be amazing.

Although the four people, the King of Northern Ming, the Half-Faced Heavenly Demon, Ling Shitian, and Han Xueyi, did not even know their true strength, because the cultivation of demon cultivators and demon cultivators cannot be generalized with ordinary cultivators. Moreover, the Half-Faced Heavenly Demon also explained to Luo Bei that the true strength of a cultivator depends on the martial arts he practiced and the magic weapon on his body. However, judging from the King of Northern Ming that he sniped Qilian Liancheng, the battle between Ling Shitian and Huang Wushen, the strength of these four people must be under Kuang Wuxin, and it is only above Kuang Wuxin.

All four such people are top-notch strong men who are rare in hundreds of years, but now there are very shocked expressions on their faces.
Chapter completed!