Fu Zeyang first flew along the Yellow River waterway for more than a thousand miles, walked ashore through the mountains, and then went into the water to escape.

The man on the Yideng rode on the red cloud with blood turbulent energy, holding the magic lamp in his hand to direct the heroic gods and demons, locking him in his pursuit.

Fu Zeyang felt like he had no way out of heaven and no way out of the earth.

Didn’t I just collect this monk’s tinker with sand? As for chasing me like this? I didn’t dig the ancestral tomb of your old Deng family!

He cursed in his heart, traveling through mountains and rivers, and had no time to identify the specific road.

He knew that the Yellow River originated from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and kept going upstream, it was easy to run to Kunlun Mountain, where there were big men of the Demon Cult, and maybe they would go to their nests and fall into their own traps, so he kept shifting his direction to the north.

The river water disappeared and the grassland was gone. When he came to the desert, the man Yideng's obsession with him was even more serious than the men and women in love. The sandstorm that stretched dozens of miles could not stop him from his enthusiasm for Fu Zeyang.

Fu Zeyang tried his best to play hide-and-seek with Master Yideng in the desert, sometimes escaping under the sand, sometimes riding the wind and burrowing into the sandstorm, sometimes smearing as himself as he ran around... Although Master Yideng was occasionally deceived, he could immediately realize that the fatal thing was that he had a strong god and demon who could drive it, and the human and demons could communicate across the air, which was almost equivalent to his second incarnation.

On the second day, the sun rose and the two turned to the back of a mountain. The wind was bleak and the cold air was surging. The snow on the top of the mountain was very cold.

Fu Zeyang felt that he had to find a way to get rid of this stinky monk, otherwise he would not be able to get out of here.

Now only the blood nerves can be relied on. You have to find a way to stinky monk fight with his soul so that he can have some chance of winning.

He walked rapidly in the forest, running up and down along the mountain, suddenly turning a cliff and sinking into the mountain stream, escaping with water for dozens of miles, five drops of essence and blood popping out of five fingers, turning into five clones and throwing them into all directions. He himself used the Jiamu essence energy to escape into the ground, hiding his body, and only escaping the soul, hidden in a body transformed from essence and blood, and fighting with Master Yideng.

Master Yideng was a little confused by his series of dazzling operations, but he still wiped out all the escaped clones within a few minutes. When he came back, he saw that Fu Zeyang stopped running away, but sat upright under a tree and looked at him coldly.

"You kid, finally no longer run!" Master Yideng was also very depressed. This was the first time he encountered such a little ghost who could run away like this. He had seen many people who practiced the Five Elements Escape Technique, but no one could have played the Five Elements Life and Resistance so quickly. Among them, there were ghost magic spells that were hard to guard against and the blood-dropping clone technique of the Demon Cult. The methods he used made him unable to guard against. He often reported it, and then he shouted that he had been fooled. If the strength of the two sides was not too far apart, he would have lost this kid.

Fu Zeyang had a gloomy little face and said coldly: "I originally thought that everyone is a fellow disciple and I don't want to take your life. But you want to die too much, so I will fulfill your wish!"

Master Yideng thought he had heard it wrong, or had been plotted against by someone else, and had an illusion!

He was about to speak when he saw Fu Zeyang suddenly jumping up, turning into a bloody light and pounced onto a bird on the tree. He suddenly left and returned, refining the blood light, sitting upright again, while the bird turned into a pool of blood residue!

The man on the lamp was shocked: "You! You you!"

Fu Zeyang sneered: "Now, do you know who you are chasing?"

Deng Yin, the son of the Blood God!

Since the Lord of the Stone God Palace ascended to Taoism, the only person in the world who cultivates blood nerves is Deng Yin.

Deng Yin was once the disciple of Chusanzi, and the junior brother of Changmei Zhenren, who is now in the limelight, was originally a disciple of the Xuanmen Orthodox Church, but because of a mistake in a witch, he fell into the devil's path and seized the blood nerves of the Supreme Secret Book of the Demon Cult, refining his whole body into a blood shadow, and sucking at whom he caught and immediately sucked away all the energy and spirit of the other party...

This person practices both the demonic path and the right path, and is extremely powerful. He has been doing evil everywhere for the past hundred years. No matter whether it is good or evil, it is a good or bad luck. Thanks to a nemesis, his senior brother, Zhenren Changmei, every time he comes out to do evil, Zhenren Changmei follows behind his butt, and he won't stop until he catches him back and seals it.

A few years ago, I heard that he was captured by Changmei Zhenren and sealed. He disappeared over the years. Now he is back? He has also reincarnated as such a child. No wonder his devil dared not even touch him!

Fu Zeyang said coldly: "In order to avoid the trouble of my senior brother Changmei, I was reincarnated and reborn. I used my blood and energy in my fetus to avoid the search for Taiqing Immortal Art. I originally wanted to be kind to others and be peaceful, but you forced me too much and couldn't say it, so I could only kill you to silence me!"

Master Yideng broke out in a cold sweat. Deng Yin's cultivation age was even longer than him. He was a generation of his master. He practiced the most powerful Nine Heavens Xuan Sutra and Blood Nervous, as well as the leader of the two demons. Not to mention him, even his senior brother Chi Li Laofu would not dare to swear his head. But he was also a big shot in the devil's path. Then he thought, even if you are Deng Yin? Now that you are reincarnated, how much skill can you still be left? It is also a chance for God to capture you today, force me to ask about the secret book of the Demon Sutra, and then I will practice again. When I practice magic skills, wouldn't I be able to unify the Demon Sect and be invincible in the world?

This guy is greedy and extremely cunning. He is afraid that Fu Zeyang will run away again, so he secretly uses magic arrangements. He pretends to be submissive on the surface and falls down from the lotus seat in a hurry, sweating like a slurry: "I don't know if it's senior, I'll forgive me for your sins! You don't know if you know it's you, no matter how hard I dare not hurt you, let alone chase you so far..."

Fu Zeyang watched his performance quietly, his tone was gloomy and cold: "I know what you are trying to do. I just reincarnated not long ago, I am still young, and my mana power in my previous life has not been restored to half of my life. Now, I naturally can't beat you. But I only have this new body that is a burden, but I have to give up this skin, leaving the immortal blood shadow soul, but you can't do anything to me. Today I must let you know the power of blood nerves!"

After he finished speaking, he started a sudden attack, a blood shadow flew out of his eyes, his body fell backwards, and melted into a bloody qi.

The blood evil spirit turned into a red shadow and pounced on the man of Yideng. The demon monk was shocked. The Blood God Son was famous for his reputation, and the Blood Shadow's magical power was even more powerful. Not only did the Buddhist and Taoist orthodox religions recognize him as the world's number one devil, but countless people from the evil and demons died at his hands, and countless times more than those in the righteous path. There are terrible legends about him circulating everywhere in the world.

Blood shadow rushed towards him, and Master Yideng's first reaction was not to cast a spell to fight, but to run away.

According to legend, Deng Yin, who practiced as the Blood God Son, was not afraid of all magical attacks. Any powerful magic method was ineffective when used on him. Only gods and demons could compete with him.

He also felt this just now. The demons inside the magic lamp and the matte were afraid of each other to death.

The blood shadow came quickly and ruthlessly. The man from Yidian hurriedly summoned the blood cloud to protect his body. However, the blood cloud could not stop the blood evil spirit. The blood shadow rushed to his eyes without any obstacles. The man from Yidian hurriedly released the powerful gods and demons.

A demonic energy shot out from his chest, faced with the blood shadow, and flew out.

During the flight, the demonic energy quickly stretched out its limbs, grew bleeding heads, and spread its limbs, pushing Fu Zeyang's blood evil spirit down on the earth slope.

Master Yideng had time to summon the Red Lotus Dharma Seat to fly to his feet.

Fu Zeyang was pressed under the body by the heroic demon, as if he had encountered a legendary domineering president. However, the president was too ugly and embarrassed, with blood all over his body, no skin on his face, no lips, and his mouth was exposed outside, with a bloody tongue inside, staring at him with strange eyes.

Hercules is a kind of gods and demons. As the name suggests, he has great strength and a very irritable temperament. His master will feed him at least a thousand kilograms of fresh flesh and blood every day, and will not feed him before facing the enemy, so that he can be hungry, so as to increase his anger and let him attack and hunt his enemies.

Today, the heroic demon was so hungry that he was anxious. He held Fu Zeyang down and felt that he was his kind and belonged to the gods and demons, but he had not grown up yet and belonged to the cub. It was common for the demons to swallow each other, so he naturally had no mercy. He just looked at Fu Zeyang's eyes and suddenly couldn't speak.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt the red light in the other person's eyes shining directly into the depths of his demon soul. He roared irritably, opened his mouth wide, and compared it to Fu Zeyang's head a few times, but he still couldn't put his mouth in his mouth. He had to suck hard and sucked the person into his stomach.

Seeing that he successfully sucked the blood shadow, the man on the lamp was overjoyed, and the vision of transforming into a blood nerve and dominating the demonic path was right in front of him, and it was expected to be realized! He summoned the heroic gods and demons and let him spit out the man.

The Hercules God and Demon were reluctant to let go and shook their heads hard.

Master Yideng knew that the devil was the most greedy and stingy, and he was unwilling to spit out the things he got.

He shook the magic lamp: "I raised you with my essence and blood! How dare you not listen to me? Do you have to give you some bitterness to you before you will be good? Quickly spit out the person out of me, and turn around and go to a place where there are people, and catch dozens of strangers for you to eat raw!"

The Hercules God and Demon were on all sides and roared at the man on Yideng. He felt that the dozens of fresh flesh and blood at the foot of the mountain were not as delicious as this interesting soul. He wanted to digest it and increase his skills.

The person on the lamp was furious. While shaking the magic lamp, he swayed the magic lamp and released countless magic fires, hitting the Hercules gods and demons. It was like sprinkling thick sulfuric acid, burning the flesh and blood and hissing, and smelly smoke came out.

If the heroic gods and demons were constrained by magic and tortured, they would have to beg for mercy. But today, the gods and demons were very surprised. A pair of blood-red eyes suddenly burst out with a two-foot-long red light, and their limbs were ejected hard onto the man on the lamp. They pinched half of their arms with their hands, and pulled the man into two halves immediately!
Chapter completed!