"Hehehehehehe..." In the dark night, on the bloody battlefield, there were suddenly a fierce grim laughter. The laughter seemed to be like a sharp cone, piercing through the air fiercely and piercing into Xuanyuan Peng's mind. The demons of the Netherworld Demon Sect obviously thought that he was a cultivator of a small secular sect and looked extremely contemptuous of him. As soon as they met, they used this sound wave magic skill, killed him, and launched a spiritual attack...

If you are a cultivator from a small sect, it is really difficult to resist this kind of magical sound skills. The magical technique is more domineering and direct than the Taoist sect's mysterious skills. You can kill with one move and never waste the second move. //ww visit and download the txt novel//No reason or emotion at all, it pays attention to sealing the throat with one sword and killing with one move. It is extremely evil and fierce!

Of course, Xuanyuan Peng is not a disciple of the small sect, but a descendant of the holy fetus of one of the nine major sects. When he heard the sound wave demon attack, he calmly condensed a auxiliary magical power in the natural sect, closed his ears and used his spiritual consciousness to sense the movements of the outside world. He leaned on a long halberd in his hand, and remained as a mountain, letting his grin attack fiercely, and I remained still.

The shrill grinning sound wave rang for several minutes. The demon shadows around saw Xuanyuan Peng standing like a mountain, without any sign of shaking. Then they knew that this magic skill was ineffective. With a grinning, the demon shadows floated and surrounded them like undead without touching the ground.

Xuanyuan Peng had just refined five Five Emperors Marrow Essences, with a strong eye, able to see things in the dark night, gathering his eyes to see them, but he saw thirteen tall and thin figures of black robe, covering the black robe cover, and even his head was wrapped in the black robe cover, leaving only two sword-like demonic eyes. It looked mysterious and erratic. It was like ghosts drilling out from the ground.

Behind each man in black robe was a huge gourd, which was obviously their magic weapon to collect the power of death.

"Boy, who is your subordinate? How dare you snatch the power of the dead spirit from my Netherworld Demon Sect? I'm really looking for death. The Demon Lord has gained a lot today and is in a good mood. I'll give you a way out. Kneel down obediently. Send the power of death you collected with both hands, and the Demon Lord will let you go!" Thirteen men in black surrounded him, and the leader shouted sinisterly in a hoarse voice like an old man.

"What are you talking about with him? In my opinion, it is important to deal with him quickly, go to meet with the young master, and leave this battlefield quickly, so as not to be discovered by the people of the ancient sword sect." Another demon cultivator said with murderous intent.

Just as the demon cultivators were talking, Xuanyuan Peng secretly condensed his spiritual consciousness, and with a slight sense, he almost laughed out loud. ***, thinking that the Netherworld Demon Sect is such an amazing master. It turns out that they are only the thirteen holy fetal demons in the first and second secret realms. After entering the battlefield, he restrained his breath and protected the hidden aura of the holy monument, how could these demon cultivators who had just entered the holy fetal secret realm be able to judge his accurate cultivation skills?

"Old Jin, why do these demon cultivators collect death power with treasure gourds?" He remained silent and ignored these demon cultivators at all. Instead, he sent a golden toad to ask him about the doubts. He condensed magic power to swallow it. Then he sprayed innate soul fire in his dantian Xuanhai to refine and compress it, and sacrificed a soul bead. But these demon cultivators carried gourd magic weapons, obviously holding gourds to fill it, as if it was very different from his collection method.

He is new to demon skills and is not very knowledgeable about demon cultivation techniques, so he asks Jin Chan for advice. He is a ten thousand-year-old monster, and he is knowledgeable.

"Hehe, can these little demons swallow and refine the power of the dead soul like you? I'm afraid that countless desperate emotions and unyielding will make them idiots on the spot!" Jin Chan's words solved the mystery in his heart, making him feel enlightened and suddenly realized the reason.

"In addition to this, demon cultivators often use magic weapons to collect death power and accumulate it to sacrifice and refine the treasures of the Demon Sect, such as the Dead Soul Banner, the Resentful Spirit Flag, etc. This requires countless souls and resentment to burst out the terrifying death power." Jintang further elaborated on the methods of demon cultivators.

"Boy, did you fucking hear the Demon Master..." The leader's demon cultivator saw Xuanyuan Peng's cold face, and he didn't say a word, without looking at him, as if he didn't hear him talking, rushed up his anger, raised his big hand, and the true energy in his palm condensed rapidly, and he wanted to slap the boy in front of him into a state of consciousness to vent his hatred in his heart...

"Hmm?" Xuanyuan Peng's eyes cold and he suddenly flashed and waved his palm...

"Wow!" A shrill scream broke through the air, and the crows that were hovering around and flying all over the sky flew loudly. A demon cultivator exclaimed loudly: "Okay, Brother Song is really amazing, just one palm..." As soon as this flattery came here, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the tragic situation in front of him in horror...

The demon cultivator who slapped his head was slapped below his neck. The blood in the neck was squirting wildly. A shattered holy fetal light wave exploded in the dark night, like a soul lamp lit before death. It released the last light and quickly disappeared...

"Hiss..." The other twelve demon cultivators were so shocked that they trembled all over. They stared at Xuanyuan Peng, who was standing in the pool of blood in the pile of corpses, and angrily. This man took action too quickly. They didn't see clearly what was going on. They shattered their eldest son's head with one palm, smashed the holy fetus, and completely wiped out the death.

A innate master in the secret realm of the Holy Fetal Realm, as long as the Holy Fetal does not die, he will have the possibility of regenerating the soul, and it will be fine even if his body is broken and broken. However, this person's palm and the holy fetus hidden in his mind were completely exploded. Even if the celestial immortal descended to earth, it would be difficult to save the boss's life.

"Who is your master? Do you dare to leave the sect's font?" A demon cultivator shouted in anger, "I am the Netherworld Demon Sect, who is rampant in the world, and I have never been afraid of anyone...wow!"

As blood splattered, the demon cultivator was also bombarded by a palm shadow and the holy fetus, and it was blown into a blood mist. The cracked blood bones pounced on the tower and fell all over the ground.

"So what about the Netherworld Demon Sect? If you dare to step into the Central Plains, you must be prepared to pay the price of bleeding!" Xuanyuan Peng's long hair floated behind his head like a waterfall, and a pitch-black magic halberd was inserted at his feet. His thin figure and black robe blew in the wind, looking calm and gentle, but his series of actions were ruthless, but in the eyes of the demon cultivators, it seemed as terrifying as a ferocious god.

"You...you...are you...are you the successor of the holy fetus of the ancient sword sect?" The demon cultivators were shocked and angry. They were lying on the side and killed countless people. They had never encountered such a powerful and domineering master. They didn't tell them any rules in the world. They killed them with one move. Their cruel and ruthless style was even more fierce than those in the Demon Sect.

"No, how could the disciples of the Sword Sect collect the power of the blood evil spirits? Friend, which alliance sect are you? The Demon Sect in the world is a family. Don't kill each other... Wow!..." Another demon cultivator suddenly thought of this and was about to make friends. Unexpectedly, a palm shadow flashed, a head was broken, and a holy fetal halo sprayed and disappeared, and in an instant, the death was gone...

"Damn it, I really think we are afraid of you?" A demon was so angry that he looked at it. He stubbornly said a tough word and turned around and fled. His fellow disciples had long been out of possession. Everyone knew that this killing star was unpredictable. If he wanted to survive, he had to escape. They turned around and wanted to run away...

"The earth collapsed and the mountains broke!" Xuanyuan Peng's right foot suddenly stepped on the ground with a heavy foot. With a bang, countless sharp earth bamboo shoots suddenly broke through the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters, and one by one seemed to be a magic weapon that pierced the sky, crazily piercing the vast night sky...

This is a trick of Dongxue Tuhuang Gong!

"Puchi, puchi, puchi...", "Wow!, wow!, wow!..." Are there any dull sounds of piercing cracks? And the shrill screams sounded mixed with the sound of breaking through the air. Before taking the second step, the demon cultivators who were running away were stabbed by the earth bamboo shoots pierced from the ground, and were pierced in the air with their hands and feet, and large pieces of blood were sprinkled...

"Take me all the power of death you collected!" Xuanyuan Peng waved his right palm, and a powerful magic power swept across the place, forcibly capturing all the thirteen treasure gourds filled with the breath of death in the air and flew into his big hands. He became more and more skilled in the "little universe" of the natural gate. It seemed like a palm, but it contained a small world. The thirteen treasure gourds fell into it and were instantly taken into his treasure bag.

"Who dares to go against my Netherworld Demon Sect? I'm impatient to live, right?" A roar like a night owl suddenly came, and in the distant night, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizzing, whizz

"If you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!" With a sneer, a cold and sharp sword light seemed to flash in the darkness, and pierced Xuanyuan Peng's throat like a poisonous snake.

The speed of this sword was as fast as a blink of an eye. It was clearly in the distance, but it suddenly condensed in front of Xuanyuan Peng's throat like a ghost in the dark. The cold sword energy and the stimulating muscles of the throat were beating, and countless tiny goose bumps appeared...

"Sharp!" A halberd shadow suddenly blocked before the throat. The tip of the sword collided with the body of the halberd, and a dazzling spark burst out. It was Xuanyuan Peng who was prepared for it. With a lightning speed, he pulled out the long halberd beside him and blocked the phantom-like sword light.

"Roar!" As the sword light shook back, a deafening dragon roar suddenly came out, and a faint, huge body of a dark dragon like a mountain suddenly condensed in front of Xuanyuan Peng.
Chapter completed!