Chapter 1053 Demonic Fetal Pill

"Boy, although you are a monk from the Sword Valley, don't forget that I am five small levels higher than you. If you attack me, you are seeking death!"

This magic cultivator was quite arrogant. He thought he was five small levels higher, so he could only take Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's face was calm, "Demonic Cultivator, I really don't know where you got the courage! If you refined your own natal magic weapon, you would have some confidence to say these words. But I guess you don't even have natal magic weapon, why are you so arrogant?"

After saying this, he raised his hand and slapped the storage bag on his waist, and immediately killed all 36 Xuan Lei Flying Swords.

"Sword Formation, kill!"

Seeing 36 flying swords forming a sword formation and killing, the face of the demon cultivator changed slightly. He thought Zhao Yan was a soft persimmon, but who knew that the other party would be extremely powerful as soon as he took action.

"Fellow Daoist of Sword Valley, I'm just a joke!" The demon cultivator took a step back and slapped the storage bag on his waist suddenly, emitting a bright red light.

This red light is a golden elixir-level magic weapon, a blood light fork.

The Blood Light Fork is a good magic weapon, and no wonder this magic cultivator is arrogant.

The power of this blood-light fork is only slightly inferior to the sword formation composed of 36 flying swords!

While controlling the blood-light fork to fight against Zhao Yan's sword formation, the devil's cultivator said, "Fellow Daoist of Sword Valley, everyone has the same strength. If I fight to the death, you may not be able to beat me! Well! I don't want the treasure on you, just let me leave with this Nine Soul Grass!"

This demon cultivator was really a bit arrogant. After knowing Zhao Yan's strength, he was unwilling to give up the Nine Soul Grass!

"Arrogant and ignorant!" Zhao Yan's face turned cold and said without hesitation, "Don't talk about the Nine Soul Grass, it's too late for you to leave now!"

As he said that, he slapped the storage cloth bag around his waist and released a small black banner. When the banner was released, it suddenly became bigger in the wind and turned into a giant black banner.

From this giant banner, rolling black air flowed out, and the black air instantly condensed in the air and turned into one huge black shadow after another!

"Ten Thousand Soul Banner!" The face of the demon cultivator changed.

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, "Look clearly, this is a hundred thousand soul banner!"

After his 100,000 Soul Banner was built, he had never used it once. Now, as many as ten 100,000 Soul Kings have gathered in the Soul Banner!

Each hundred thousand soul king led 100,000 soul soldiers, with black air sweeping over, with extraordinary power!

A hundred thousand soul kings are equivalent to a strong man in the early stage of the Golden Pill!

For the demon cultivator in front of him, a powerful man in the early stage of the Golden Pill is nothing! However, the ten powerful man in the early stage of the Golden Pill attacked from all directions with more and less, which immediately posed a huge threat to him!

Among the heart-wrenching howling ghosts and gods, ten hundred thousand soul kings wrapped the demon cultivator, and there were 36 Xuan Lei flying swords attacking the front, forming a front-and-back attack.

"Not good!" The devil's cultivator fell into a disadvantage in an instant, and his face changed suddenly. He hurriedly said, "The strong man from Sword Valley, even the Nine Soul Grass is not needed anymore. I am willing to leave here. Everyone will not owe each other!"

"You think beautifully! You are the devil, I am the right way, how can I give you a chance? It is my right way to kill demons and eliminate demons!" Zhao Yan was not polite and shouted again, "Kill!"

36 flying swords re-formed into a formation, turned into a super huge flying sword, and killed the magic cultivator.

However, in the face of such danger, the devil's cultivator still had a calm face and said in a sequel, "Little boy from Sword Valley, don't be right! Do you really think that our devil's people are so easy to bully?"

Zhao Yanleng said, "If you have any means, just use it! It is useless to say nonsense!"

"Then don't blame me!" The demon cultivator slapped the storage bag on his waist again, and an extra shiny blood-red pill appeared in his hand.

"Blood Pill!" Zhao Yan's eyes moved, "There was even more evil aura!"

Huang Ailin once gave him a top-level blood pill. After taking it, he could significantly increase his strength in a short period of time.

However, the general blood pill has great side effects. After taking it, it can be said that it kills ten thousand people and damages 8,000 yuan! Most people are unwilling to use the blood pill until the most critical moment of the battle! The blood pill in front of them has an extraordinary evil aura!

"It's right to feel evil!" The magic cultivator said with a cold face, "This is not an ordinary blood pill. This is the magic fetal pill refined by my demonic power, Emperor Yan Demon Lord! If you really force me to use it, you may be both defeated!"

Zhao Yan saw the so-called demon fetal pill in this person's hand, of course he would not be scared by it. He snorted coldly, "Do you think you'd scare me by taking out a blood pill? The disciples of Sword Valley are not that easy to scare!"

Facing the huge flying sword that was killed, a firm look appeared on the face of the magic cultivator and said word by word, "Then let's die together!"

When he finished speaking, he immediately stuffed the blood-red pill in his hand into his mouth...

In just an instant, the blue-faced magic cultivator suddenly turned red and his body suddenly expanded. His originally thin body instantly turned into a tall and strong man, with all his clothes being torn, revealing his stubborn arms!

"roar!"

After the magic cultivator completed the changes, his eyes turned blood red, as if he had lost all his will, leaving only the lowest level of killing heart.

Even the ability to speak has been lost, and an extraordinary roar is heard from his mouth!

"What kind of pill is this!" Zhao Yan looked at it and his eyes were shocked. "No wonder this demon cultivator was unwilling to take this pill until the last moment. It looked really scary."

"Train this monster for me and kill it!"

With a command from Zhao Yan, ten hundred thousand soul kings rushed forward from all directions, trying to trap the monster.

However, after this demonic cultivator turned into a monster, his strength became quite terrifying! Ten hundred thousand soul kings took action at the same time, but they could not trap him!

At this moment, in the sky, 36 giant swords composed of flying swords were slashed and killed on the monster!

With a sound of sound, the giant sword composed of 36 flying swords was shattered!

"How is that possible!" Zhao Yan was stunned.

His eyes looked at the monster again. Although this monster shattered 36 flying swords, it was cut by the flying sword from its head to its chest!

But what is unimaginable is that the monster's upper body has been split and is still not dead yet! He let out a non-human roar and walked towards Zhao Yan step by step!

"Damn, what's this? This is too scary!"

Zhao Yan quickly retreated, slapped the storage bag around his waist and released a black round object. The round object rotated rapidly, and golden light shone down.

This is the nine-alcohol demon ring that Zhao Yan has refined halfway. When it appears, it suddenly has a suppressive effect, suppressing the strength of the monster in front of him!

Only then did Zhao Yan use the time he bought to gather 36 Xuan Lei Flying Swords again.
Chapter completed!