Not just killing...

Instead, he took a ruthless move, sealed the palace with a formation, and killed the special kill!

Ink painting was shocked.

He is worthy of being a master.

Then his eyes lit up again and he was overjoyed.

The heart of Taoism is a demon!

The master finally used the Dao Heart Demon in front of him again!

And it is also a real, large-scale, merciless, unrestrained demon!

Mo Hua watched as he was planted with demonic thoughts in the hall and fell into madness and could not be able to do so. While observing the magical method of the demonic man in the Taoist heart, he felt happy and couldn't help but praise:

"Master is so generous!"

On the other side, the four Xuansan people, the Demon Ancestors, all looked angry.

"What a courage!"

"It's so blatant, killing fellow workers!"

"Arrogant!"

But they just said it, but they were still a little afraid of the demons in their hearts and did not act rashly.

The chaos under the seat is still intensifying.

The Golden Pill Demon Cultivator was inexplicably caught in a melee, some were furious, some were frightened, and some showed bloodthirsty smiles.

The demonic nature of everyone was stimulated.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which people were planted with demons and who didn’t.

The magic weapons of the devil are flying together, blood and demonic energy are intertwined, and the skeleton's wronged soul is wailing hideously.

In the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, the demons really began to dance around.

Some demon cultivators who still have their minds want to escape. They tried their best to use magic weapons, attack the gate, attack the stone walls around them, and try to break a gap and escape.

But once the magic weapon and the demonic energy touch the stone hall, it will be like a stone sinking into the sea and will be dissolved one by one.

When it was dissolved, strange black array patterns appeared.

Xuan Sanren's eyes trembled and said in surprise:

"The Crescent Heavenly Sealing Formation?!"

The Poison Venerable's expression was not very good-looking, and the Black Arhat and Mrs. Miao on the side also looked solemn.

"When did he set it up?"

"We didn't notice it..."

The Poison Venerable said, "Can this formation be broken?"

Xuansan man shook his head, "It's not easy to break."

He looked up, looked around the Demon Palace, and said solemnly: "Don't forget, he is Mr. Zhuang's senior brother..."

"The two of them are all in this world of cultivation, and they are only a handful of great formation masters."

"Mr. Zhuang's formation achievements are shocking."

"The Taoist Gui is his senior brother. Even if he is not as good as Mr. Zhuang, it is not much different. In some places, it is even stronger..."

"only……"

Xuan Sanren's eyes were slightly condensed, "I didn't expect that a mere demon clone could set up such a formation without knowing it..."

No wonder it can break the old rules of the Demonic Dao for thousands of years, and use its cultivation level in the realm of the Eternal Realm to enthrone the "Taoist" of the Demonic Cult...

Xuansanren said silently in his heart.

The black arhat smiled grimly, "The formation is not easy to break, so let's kill the person who set up the formation..."

Before he finished speaking, the black arhat suddenly took action, blood flowing out from his palms, condensed into a huge black blood skull, covered with blood and filth.

The black arhat waved his hand, and the black blood skull opened his mouth and swallowed it suddenly at the fiery Taoist.

This skeleton blood shadow is extremely fast.

The intriguing Taoist seemed to have no idea, sitting in place wither, allowing the skeleton to swallow it.

Along with the ink painting, it was swallowed by the big mouth of the skeleton.

After a moment, the skeleton blood shadow dissipated.

The ink painting is intact.

He blinked, a little confused.

He was originally observing his master's method of a demon who was a demon in Daoxin. He didn't know what happened, but he saw a skeleton swallowing him suddenly. Before he could have time to be afraid, the skeleton disappeared again, and there seemed to be a formation pattern to protect him, so he was safe and sound.

Mo Hua looked at the dark and complex pattern around her body, and was shocked.

"This is...the devilish way of the sky sealing formation..."

"It's the master's formation..."

It is different from the Five Elements Formation and the general spiritual power formation.

Mo Hua thought in her heart, and suddenly became stunned and found that she could not move.

These magical formation patterns protect themselves, but at the same time trap themselves.

I was clearly in the formation, but I seemed to be isolated from the formation.

If the formation is not broken, I cannot live without it.

But if the formation is not broken, you will not be hurt.

"Is this... Master's work?"

Mo Hua couldn't help but look at the Taoist Jing, but found that there was only a white bone left on the Taoist Jing.

It seemed that the blood and flesh were transformed away by the skeleton's blood shadow.

Ink painting was shocked.

"My uncle is dead?"

Then he shook his head silently.

He walked along with his master and was very familiar with his master's aura.

The master's flesh and blood were gone, but the strange aura was still there, and... it was slowly spreading, gradually becoming stronger, and filling every corner of the Demon Palace...

The black arhat couldn't help but sneer when he saw the "Strange Taoist" turned into bones by his own tricks. He just smiled twice and couldn't laugh.

He also discovered that the demonic Taoist died, but he was not dead.

He killed the body, destroyed the flesh and blood, and turned it into a white bone.

But this move happened to release something from that sac and spread little by little to all parts of the Demon Palace.

It's like a plague on divine thoughts.

The source of this disease was originally converged in this Taoist sac.

Now that his skin has been destroyed, the plague has spread...

The black arhat murmured:

"What the hell is this foolish Taoist...?!"

The expressions of the four ancestors of Yuhua were becoming more and more serious.

Because of the mad and strange aura in the Demon Palace, the "death" of the Demon Taoist suddenly intensified...

All the Golden Elixir Demon Cultivators are trapped in endless killings.

The Demon Palace is like purgatory.

The devil cultivator is like an evil ghost.

The human face is like a painting paper, with ferocious, terrifying, cruel, bloodthirsty, greed... All expressions, like thick and colorful pens, are painted into a purgatory ghost face scroll.

In cruelty, there is a special meaning of devilishness.

It makes people feel cold in their hearts.

This strange madness and demonic killing made the four ancestors of the Feathered Ancestors try to stop them, but they don’t know how to start...

And when the noise ends, the dust settles.

This picture of the demons and purgatory was finally finished.

All dead!

Hundreds of Golden Pill Demon Cultivators, none of whom were spared, died tragically!
To be continued...