Just as Mo Qianyu and Baimei Zhenren were pulling each other, thick black-red mist suddenly spewed out from Chi You's blood hole.

This black-red mist spread toward the sky, and tens of thousands of miles in the sky were shrouded in this thick fog!

"Ho! Ho! Ho...!"

For a moment, the sky was dark and the earth was filled with dark demonic energy, and deafening roars were heard everywhere in the entire area.

Listening to the sound, it was like a big demon imprisoned in the depths of hell emerged, broke free from its heavy shackles, and threatened the world with death with its angry roar!

A terrifying bloody face with a diameter of a hundred meters appeared in mid-air! In front of this face, there was a dwarf wearing a bloody cloak suspended. There was no trace of skin on his body, as if it was made of blood.

"Holy Monk Fahai, look quickly! That...that's the Youquan Blood Demon!"

Master Baimei said excitedly, pointing his right hand at the dwarf in the air, his fingers trembling a little...

The Youquan Blood Demon's perception was extremely sharp. When it saw Master Baimei raising his hand and pointing at itself, it roared sharply:

"White-browed old thief, what are you pointing at me for? Do you want to die?!"

"Eh! That's wrong! Why is it that you, Baimei, are the only one here to die this time? Where are the other righteous monks? Where are the twin swords of thunder? Where are those stinky monks? Where did they die?"

"Hmph! It's so boring... Just an old thief with white eyebrows is not enough for me..."

"Huh? Something's wrong! White-browed old thief, who is that young monk next to you? What a powerful Buddha's energy! Did you find the reinforcement to deal with me? Just find him alone? Do you look down on me?"

The Youquan Blood Demon was not in a hurry to launch an attack at the moment. When it saw Master Baimei and a young monk standing below, it lost all interest.

Needless to say, Master Baimei was the defeated general of the Blood Demon. He didn't even bother to look at the old Taoist priest.

For the monk whom he had never seen before, the Blood Demon only found it interesting.

With Mo Qianyu deliberately restraining his aura, Youquan Blood Demon had his eyes set high above his head and did not bother to observe at all, but did not discover the actual cultivation level of this great Buddhist master.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is the presiding officer of the Dharma Sea at Jinshan Temple."

"Are you monsters the Youquan Blood Demon? Why do you look so disgusting?"

"You don't even have the most basic appearance? You come out to see people naked? It's so disgusting! Did something go wrong in your cultivation and mutate?"

Mo Qianyu spoke sarcastically. His voice was not loud, but his words were very penetrating, and every word fell clearly on the Blood Demon's ears.

The Youquan Blood Demon was born with this ugly appearance. For this reason, the big demon himself was very depressed. He hated others laughing at his appearance the most in his life. When he heard Mo Qianyu's sarcastic remarks, he became furious!

"You stupid bald ass! You are looking for death!"

The Blood Demon was mercilessly mocked and immediately launched an attack in a rage.

The terrifying bloody face that was a hundred meters long in the sky emitted an evil red light, and hundreds of millions of bloody skulls flew out from its two huge eye sockets!

These bloody skulls are generated by the endless energy and blood of the Youquan Blood Demon. Not only are they powerful in attack, but they are also barren of grass wherever they pass, swallowing up all living creatures, vegetation, and the vitality of heaven and earth!

"Master Fa Hai, be careful! These bloody skulls have extraordinary abilities. They can devour everything. Even magical powers and magic weapons can bite and destroy them! They are extremely difficult demonic evil things!"

"Now that the Youquan Blood Demon has used the "Blood Cloud Formation", it's too late for us to escape. Pindao first uses the power of the Haotian Mirror to try to suppress the Blood Demon. Master Fahai, you have to be careful!"

A simple round mirror appeared above the head of the real person with white eyebrows. This round mirror was pure white and translucent, with a circle of ancient Taoist scriptures engraved on the edge of the mirror.

"Huh? This is the Emei Sect's sacred weapon, the Haotian Mirror? This treasure contains mysterious and unpredictable power. It is a rare treasure!"

Mo Qianyu stared straight at Haotian Mirror, feeling envious in his heart.

The Haotian Mirror has followed Master Baimei for nearly a thousand years. The mirror and Baimei have the same mind, and have long since reached the state of unity between things and myself.

When Master Baimei reached the later stage of his cultivation, he simply gave up the hundred ways and specialized in one. Except for the Haotian Mirror, he discarded all other magic weapons on his body and devoted all his efforts to the Haotian Mirror.

Because of this, although Bai Mei only has one magic weapon, the Haotian Mirror, he has a perfect fit with this mirror. The combination of the two can unleash earth-shattering power!

A white light shines from the Haotian Mirror, covering the white-browed master.

Suddenly, Bai Mei was like a god descending from the sky wearing a silver-white battle suit, soaring into the air, breaking through the dense siege of bloody skeletons, and heading straight towards the Youquan Blood Demon!

"The mighty heavenly dragon! World Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas!"

"Buddha's light shines everywhere and scares all demons!"

Mo Qianyu clasped his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. Behind him, thousands of bright golden lights of Buddha suddenly appeared. Under the illumination of Buddha's light, all the bloody skeletons close to his body were reduced to ashes without exception.

"A dying Taoist priest with a smelly nose and a stinking little bald donkey, you two are the only ones who want to cause trouble? You two should donate your blood to me!"

When the Youquan Blood Demon saw that the bloody skull's move did not work, and instead was destroyed by countless skulls in an instant, he shouted angrily.

Even though Youquan Blood Demon has been practicing for thousands of years, it actually has very little patience.

Because every time the blood demon appears from Chi You's blood cave, it needs the help of massive evil clouds of demon blood to move normally.

The blood cloud formation composed of evil blood clouds is the secret technique of the ancient demon world. It can provide hundreds of millions of clones for the Youquan Blood Demon. As long as the blood cloud still exists, the Blood Demon will live forever!

However, controlling these evil blood evil clouds requires the blood demon to continuously expend mental energy to maintain it. Only the controller of the blood cloud can understand the huge burden...

From the Blood Demon's point of view, dealing with these two people is a waste of time, with no challenge and no fun at all.

The most critical problem is that with the cultivation of Master Baimei and Saint Monk Fahai, it is difficult for it to swallow them. It will not gain much benefit from fighting them, and it is too lazy to put in more effort.

"Chaos first opened up the demonic path, staining the sky with my demonic blood!"

The Youquan Blood Demon let out a sharp and ear-piercing roar, and its entire figure quickly retreated, disappearing into the terrifying bloody face that was a hundred meters long in the sky...

The blood cloud array in the sky burst out with dark red evil light, and the power of hundreds of millions of bloody skulls suddenly increased!

A small half of the skull turned into a blood-colored Tai Chi diagram, suspended above the head of the real Baimei. A dark red blood light shot out from the Tai Chi diagram, suppressing Bai Mei.

Master Baimei has the Haotian Mirror in his hand at this moment, and his momentum is unstoppable. This time is not like the last time, he needs to distract himself to protect the disciples of Emei. Baimei has just lost his beloved disciple, and he is holding back a lot of energy in his heart and doesn't know where to go.

Hair.

Now that Bai Mei saw Youquan Blood Demon displaying his magical powers, he knew there was no way out, so he let go of his hands and feet, burning the Taoist cultivation in his body crazily, and made up his mind to fight to the death, even if he died, he would leave an eternity for the Blood Demon.
Chapter completed!