His body shook, and he reached the giant fist, then raised his hands one after another, and the array flags were penetrated into the surroundings.

He pinched the seal and shouted loudly: "Get up!"

The objects that were previously injected flashed with inspiration, and then they disappeared as if they did not exist.

After doing this, Yi Qiu smiled coldly at a place under the giant fist, then shook his body and returned to the front of the corpse magic fragrance.

Dozens of miles away, in a miasma somewhere, Mo Jiuyou's face changed when he was watching Yi Qiu, and his body shook, and he floated backwards with several feet of miasma.

Looking at the corpse magic fragrance, Yi Qiu pondered for a while, waved his hand again, and with a puff, the sky bird demon firebird turned into a nearly 100-foot aperture, illuminating the fist. In the hazy purple color, the corpse magic fragrance seemed even more weird.

Mo Jiuyou was able to find this strange flower so quickly. I guess this flower was the purpose of this trip. Although he left this flower at this moment, he must have looked here somewhere.

Although I had a vague sense of the feeling in my heart before and found that Mo Jiuyou was there, I was not sure. Therefore, after setting up a set of formations, as long as someone approached, I could know in advance, and I would not know it as before, as I did before.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a cold sweat on my head, and I secretly shocked the cultivation level of Demon Jiuyou.

It is indeed the number one person under the Nascent Soul of the Netherworld Sect!

He had shocked him with the true demon thunder fire bead before, and he had used many methods to fail to cut off the flower path. Since Demon Jiuyou had come here, he was naturally confident that he would get this flower.

So how to get it? Yi Qiu couldn't help but ponder?

Even the two claws that are comparable to the lower-grade magic weapon cannot cut off this flower path. What does Demon Jiuyou rely on? The treasure of Xuantian?

Yes, it should be the treasure of Xuantian!

But I don’t have the Xuantian treasure, I only have magical tools!

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the corpse magic fragrance in front of him, and whispered: "If you have a spirit, come quickly into my palm, otherwise I will destroy you immediately!"

The corpse stamens demon fragrance shook several times like willows in the wind.

Yi Qiu's face turned ugly, and he also knew that this flower really had a hint of spirituality. No, it should be said to be a demon spirit!

He snorted coldly, his eyebrows were bright and purple, and a touch of golden yellow flashed out from Yi Qiu's forehead, and then turned into a waning moon.

As soon as this moon appears, this place is instantly dyed with a layer of gold.

But it was Yi Qiu who summoned the golden moon among the stars and moons!

The other eight stars have clear edges and different shapes. This golden moon was originally named the Demon Moon by Wenrenxiang. The concave part of the Demon Moon is sharp and round and dull.

Although I cannot use this magical artifact Demon Moon, if I hold my body in my hand and kill the corpse magic fragrance with it, my power should be comparable to that of the top-grade magic weapon.

As soon as the demon moon appeared, looking at the corpse magic fragrance, a strange color flashed in front of Yi Qiu's eyes.

But Xiaohua is no longer swaying, but trembling. If she said that she had ridiculed Yi Qiu before, she would now be real fear!

He reached out and held the demon moon in front of him, his tentacles were warm, as if he was holding ancient jade.

Pieces of golden light scattered from the demon moon, and the corpse stamen demon fragrance trembled even more violently.

Yi Qiu's eyes flashed, and then he waved the demon moon in his hand to slim towards the corpse magic fragrance.

"Swish..." With a light sound, the flower path broke with the sound!

The blood-red flower path that was as thick as a thumb connected to the giant palm twisted and burst out with a puff.

Yi Qiu was slightly shocked, took a few steps back, protected Yao Yue in front of him, and looked at the changes in front of him coldly.

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After staying for a while, when the gray fog disappeared, Mo Jiuyou's body had already left, but he looked at the direction, but it was the same as Yi Qiu's direction!

Maybe the corpse magic fragrance was taken away by Yi Qiu like this, and maybe there was something else.

Somewhere, Shui Han pointed to the sword together, and the demon owl that was swooping over was a little finger. The sword light flashed, and the demon owl immediately shattered in half.

Afterwards, several demon owls saw this, their bodies paused, and then flew away.

Seeing this, Shui Han grabbed the fallen demon owl and a black bead was put into Shui Han's hand. He looked at it casually, then flipped it, and then the bead was put into the storage bag.

Then he moved and walked slowly towards the Demon Ridge in front of him, as if he was walking in the garden.

In a dense forest, amidst the sound of fluttering sounds and roars, golden fist shadows filled the body, and blood-colored sword light slashed in all directions.

"Senior Brother Zhan, I didn't expect that we would encounter a group of demon wolves!"

"Junior Brother Ming, such a good opportunity, please let me fight happily!"

After speaking, a sword flashed, another demon wolf was beheaded by Zhan Tiankuang, and hundreds of demon wolves surrounded the two of them. There were already seven or eight demon wolf corpses by the two of them!

Most of these demon wolves are level 4 monsters, extremely cruel. With the cultivation of Zhan Tiankuang and Mingxin, they now have scratches on their bodies.

"Haha, Senior Brother Zhan, these more than a hundred demon wolves are equivalent to more than a hundred cultivators of the same level. Senior Brother, can you do it alone?" After speaking, he punched another punch, thrusting a demon wolve towards him, and Mingxin also took a step back with a muffled groan!

"Hmph, look at my senior brother!"

After speaking, the blood sword flew around, and the three demon wolves that rushed back were shocked. The blood swords trembled, and blood wolf filled them, instantly turning into several feet, submerging Zhan Tiankuang.

"Puff puff puff..."

Amid the seven or eight sounds, the eight demon wolf corpses that were originally killed suddenly burst open, and black blood filled with it, and at the same time sank into the blood light of Zhan Tiankuang.

Immediately, blood was shining, and nearly a hundred feet of land was covered.

At this moment, Zhan Tiankuang's cold voice came: "What Zhan is most afraid of in his life is group battles!"

The blood light contracted and then turned into a half-haired man-shaped figure, which was clearly Zhan Tiankuang. At the same time, the blood knife in his hand was nearly a hundred feet wide, and the dead energy on it spread outwards. Even Mingxin's face changed when he saw Zhan Tiankuang's current appearance.

"Aowu..." Feeling the deep threat from Zhan Tiankuang, one of the demon wolves raised his head and let out a long roar.

The wolves glared at the four-clawed claws, then rushed towards Zhan Tian, ​​half a foot tall, and a terrifying cold light appeared in his open mouth.

"Good come!" Zhan Tian shouted loudly, waved the blood knife in his hand, and slashed in all directions.

One by one, the demon wolves flew with the sword, but were not cut in half.

After a few rolling on the ground, he rushed towards Zhan Tianmao, and opened his mouth wide and bit Zhan Tianmao.

Every time he took a sip, the blood-colored figure Zhan Tiankuang, which was nearly a meter in size, was swallowed by the demon wolf.

Soon, the blood mist around Zhan Tiankuang became thinner, and the body of Zhan Tiankuang on the eyebrows of the hundred-foot-high-blooded man slowly exposed.

Mingxin protected himself with the Zen bead of meditation. Every time he punched, he hit a demon wolf. For a moment, he no longer easily killed the demon wolf as before.
Chapter completed!