The sky is dark and the sunset is falling.

A trace of light at dusk shone on this strange Taoist, emitting a dimness like a dead person.

Mo Hua suffocated his breath and his heart beat wildly.

Although he had never seen this Taoist man, he was extremely familiar with this aura.

The great demon Feng Feng, who was resurrected from the dead in Tongxian City.

The King of Ten Thousand Corpse in the Half-Step Trail of Nanyue City.

Also, the dark and dead figure that appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness...

They are all exactly the same as this person's aura.

The heart trembled in the ink painting.

This person is the extremely vicious Taoist of the Demon Sect, the master did not let him think about it or mention it...

The devilish Taoist!!

On the other hand, when a group of Jindan demon cultivators saw this Taoist man, their expressions were either solemn, confused, or disdainful.

Not everyone among them knows the devil.

But the old demon in blood robe knew.

He is the servant of the Holy Son, and he is in the late stage of the Golden Pill. He has a very old experience and has a wide range of knowledge. Even though he has never seen it with his own eyes, he knows very well about some taboos of the Demon Sect.

The devilish Taoist...

The title of "Taoist" is not a minor matter. It is not just that if you have high cultivation and heavy murder, you are qualified to be named "Taoist".

What's more, his title is still the word "weird".

The old demon in the blood robe was solemn in his heart.

He didn't know what the wise man wanted, but suddenly appeared at this moment and had any plans, so he bowed:

"senior……"

If the treacherous Taoist had not heard of it, his steps were still deep and shallow, and he was shaking towards everyone.

The old demon with blood robe face was as deep as water.

The demon cultivator sneered: "Is this man a traitor?"

"Why are you so sloppy?"

"It's like a dilapidated house..."

"Depending on your cultivation level, you can only build a foundation?"

"Isn't he a living dead?"

"It's mysterious..."

A group of demon cultivators showed disdain.

The boundary of Dali Mountain Prefecture is the boundary of the third-grade prefecture, with the limit of heaven and the upper limit of the golden elixir.

These evil demons and heretics have more than twenty great demon cultivators in the Golden Elixir realm. In this state, they are basically rampant.

Unless there are things like the natal immortal immortal talisman, they have no scruples.

But the two immortal talismans have been broken.

The golden body magic image was even wiped out by the way of heaven.

There are only a few such treasures, so it is even less likely to be a few.

Therefore, these demon cultivators are not afraid of the insidious Taoist people.

Even if the words are a bit rude, I thought this Taoist would not do anything to them.

But this Taoist man was like a dead man, not caring about everything and just walking forward.

Steps are weak and blood and energy are depleted.

The old demon of blood robe frowned and couldn't help but wonder.

"This person is really a traitor?"

He stared at this "person" for a long time, and even glanced at it with his spiritual sense, but he did not find anything abnormal.

He has weak spiritual consciousness, weak cultivation, and his physical body is in ruins.

It doesn't look like the Lord of the Demon Sect "Taoist".

"It's not that I admit my mistake..."

The old demon in the blood robe frowned.

The Holy Son hesitated and asked directly:

"Are you a sly Taoist?"

The Taoist still did not answer and walked alone.

A red-faced demon cultivator couldn't stand it and said angrily: "That Taoist, so brave! The Holy Son asked, how dare he not answer?"

The Taoist still did not respond.

The red-faced demon cultivator couldn't help but walk forward and kicked the Taoist to the ground with just one kick.

He didn't kick hard, but he still broke the Taoist's bones.

The Taoist struggled on the ground, trying to get up, but his limbs were inconsistent, like a mantis twisted off his body, looking funny and ridiculous.

The demon cultivators sneered.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi frowned, a little confused.

But Mo Hua couldn't laugh at all. On the contrary, his eyes were deep and his expression became more and more serious.

The Taoist was still struggling, looking embarrassed and ugly.

The old demon in the blood robe looked cold.

Seeing this, the Holy Son was disdainful to sneer.

The red-faced demon cultivator had the confidence and walked forward, stepping forward one after another, cutting the Taoist limbs off, and then seemed to be unsatisfied. He pulled out a ghost knife and cut the Taoist into a bloody and bloody state.

A demon cultivator disliked him and said, "Why is it so bloody?"

"You're really idle..."

The red-faced demon cultivator sneered, "What do you know? This is a 'devil Taoist', a rumored Taoist, and he must die more decently."

"I killed it, but the devil's wise man!"

The red-faced demon cultivator laughed hideously, "If you kill the demonic Taoist, you will become famous and make a name for yourself. The sound of the demon Taoist will shock you. The next Taoist must be me!"

"Don't let my mother go, what are you talking about?" a squinting demon cultivator cursed.

The red-faced demon cultivator's pupils were pitch black, "Don't you agree with me?"

"What to take? Do you deserve it?" The squinting demon cultivator sneered.

The red-faced demon cultivator stared at him with empty eyes, "Do you want to be a Taoist?"

"What kind of Taoist is to be..."

Before the squinting demon cultivator finished speaking, he was stunned and looked ferocious, "Nonsense, who doesn't want to be a Taoist?!"

The red-faced demon cultivator's voice was hoarse, "I can only have one Taoist!"

The squinting demon cultivator looked weird and smiled grimly: "That's right, that person can only be me..."

The red-faced demon cultivator was furious, and the ghost knife slashed, and the demonic energy was fierce, and he immediately slashed at the squinting demon cultivator, "You are fucking worthy of it?"

The squinting demon cultivator had a two-stringed ghost sword, and his yin energy swelled all over his body, and he also rushed towards the red-faced demon cultivator, "I don't deserve it, are you a waste?"

The two looked violent, and the swords intersected, and they started fighting as if no one was around...

The Holy Son looked puzzled.

What are these two idiots fighting?

At this time, what kind of Taoist people are fighting for?

The brain was eaten by a pig?

"Stop!" the Holy Son said impatiently.

But not only did these two people keep fighting, but the more they fight, the more fierce they become, the more fierce they fight, and the more they fight, the more vicious they move, as if they want to kill each other.

The other demon cultivators sneered and watched the show.

The demon cultivator was originally arbitrary. Although they were both in the same sect, they were also intrigue and fought openly and secretly. At this time, they saw the two fighting to the death, and the other demon cultivators were indifferent.

But the two red-faced demon cultivators fought hard, and the demonic energy in the Golden Pill Realm was turbulent, which inevitably affected others.

A demon cultivator with a fleshy face and a huge body was accidentally cut through the Taoist robe by the blood-colored sword energy of the red-faced demon cultivator.
To be continued...