Three powerful auras spread across the peaks and shuttled under the sky. At a young age, a fourth equally powerful aura rose out, but the old demon also used his last method to transform into a demon.

At this moment, it was the last moment to decide the outcome of life and death, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely tense.

Looking at the gloomy and terrifying demon in the distance, Amber Chen calmed his heart and soul, and in a blink of an eye he captured three rapid movements of breath.

Haokong and Changtian Immortals were brewing Taoism, and the remaining monster was hidden in the void and rushed towards Anbochen with his astonishing speed.

Even after breaking through to the extreme, the two immortals and one demon did not relax their vigilance. They vaguely felt a strange aura hidden in An Bochen, appearing and appearing, which always makes them frightened.

The thick dark clouds gathered above Amberchen's head at some point. He took a step back and hid into the shadow.

The palm of his hand flipped, and An Bochen cast out the seven arrows of nail head.

Three arrows were fired in succession, and after three slight sounds, An Bochen turned around and a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.

His seven-headed arrows are enough to compete with Peng San in the two extreme realms. Although the two immortals and one demon also broke through the extreme realms, they are all one-headed and have been injured. The extreme realms are unstable, so how can we avoid the seven-headed arrows?

Except for Lu Fengqi and Huo Chuanyun, and the female fairy in the distance, no one present could see clearly what An Bochen did.

What they saw was An Bochen suddenly turning around, and the two immortals and one demon who disappeared also appeared at the same time, with a look of horror on his face, and then ran wildly in the other direction. Before they could escape, their bodies seemed to be bursting into pieces by burst bubbles.

Looking at An Bochen again, he saw him stopping in the sky and his eyes fell on a mountain.

The man standing on the mountain was also watching him.

The world suddenly became quiet, and two auras rose from each other and collided with each other.

At this moment, a roar of laughter broke the brief silence.

Everyone turned around and saw the old demon who turned into a demon, smiling grimly and retreating.

"You are so brave. By the way, there is less than a year left, and the strong will turn around, and then it will be your end. So, enjoy the rest of your life."

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the old demon no longer wanted to get involved with Wuhua, and laughed and wanted to teleport away.

"Where to escape!"

Wuhua was in aroused his fighting. Just when the old demon jumped out of the battle circle, the four bodies and magical phenomena gathered together, but they became a Vajra Buddha with four heads and eight arms.

The eight arms are swinging, the four symbols of earth, water, fire and wind are dancing like a tide, trapping the old demon in a world.

An Bochen avoided Lu Feng's fighting spirit and flew towards the old demon.

Lu Fengqi also flew towards the old demon at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Chuanyun and Dian Kui also flew towards the old demon one after another.

"Don't come, I'm alone."

Wuhua frowned and said unhappy.

Just as he was distracted, a fierce look flashed on the face of the old demon who was trapped in the four phases. His body shrank inch by inch, and in the end he turned into the size of a palm, and his whole body was blood red.

Then the old demon expanded rapidly, and burst into a blood mist in the blink of an eye. The mist was formed by tens of millions of blood beads that were as small as dust, easily breaking away from the four phases of earth, water, fire and wind. Half of them were caught in the unpredictable body, while the rest flew in all directions.

"Since I'm forcing me to disintegrate, then enjoy the pain brought to you by the disintegration of the demon. As long as I live one day, you will suffer one more day. When you are eaten up by the demon blood, it will be the time when I will be reborn in the fire."

The old demon's arrogant laughter sounded from each blood bead, and millions of blood beads flew in all directions, as small as dust. On each blood bead there was a demon who was smaller than Weichen sitting, but the old demon not only disintegrated his body, but also disintegrated his soul together, which was extremely strange.

"Amitabha."

Wuhua endured the pain, sat cross-legged in the air, muttering words, and there seemed to be earthworms moving under his skin, which was shocking. But no matter how he chanted the spell and activated the energy, he could not force the bleeding beads. Gradually, the blood beads and his blood were integrated into one.

"Don't leave him!"

Dian Kui was the first to shout out, and he opened his mouth and spit out a large ball of ice and fire, burning down the 300,000 blood beads he could catch.

Huo Chuanyun triggered the weather in the sky and dispersed one million blood beads.

An Bochen and Lu Fengqi then took action, each scattering five million blood beads.

However, the blood beads flew extremely fast and were erratic. At a young age, they had already run a hundred miles and fled in all directions.

As long as one escapes, the old demon will continue to survive. If what he said is true, Wuhua will live in infinite pain from now on.

A demonic energy rolled from the far end of the sky cloud, and everyone was stunned. The depth of this demonic energy was no less than that of the old demon. Could it be that Kui Chao sent another master?

Suddenly, a pleading sound like ghosts and wolves howling sounded from all directions, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Give me your life, please spare me your life!"

The demonic aura in Tianyun ignored the old demon. The next moment, blood beads that had escaped extremely far flew up one after another and were collected into the demonic aura.

The demonic energy turned into a big hand and aimed at Wuhua.

An Bochen looked at him in a complicated manner, just like the old friends of Dakuang beside him.

The demon blood beads attached to the Wuhua blood flew out one by one, as if bright red water vapor was evaporated, gathering into blood mist and flying into the demonic energy of the sky.

Opening his eyes, Wuhua looked up and looked up. At the moment when his pain disappeared, the demonic energy disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Wuhua's expression was a little confused and at a loss. His arms drooped beside him trembled from time to time, but he seemed to have changed his mind compared to the energetic monk before.

"Thanks."

After a long time, Wuhua said in a voice that only he could hear.

Kyushao, Yongjing.

This is the only place among the three dynasties without day and night, and there are sun and moon, but the gray halo emitted from the sun and moon, which dyes the entire capital of the capital gray, and looks like an ink painting that has faded after many years.

From time to time, there are demon cultivators driving cranes and guarding dragons in the sky. On the streets, there are also demon cultivators walking like the wind. Over the past hundred years, ordinary people are no longer surprised.

Compared with Jie Yin's demon immortals, the demon cultivators of the Kui Dynasty are the most unrestrained and do not care what the people in their homeland think. In short, they will not look at these mortals who were raised by them. But this is fine. There is no distinction between immortals, gods and demons in the eyes of the people. They think that those who can fly are all gods and immortals. The admiration of the demons of the Kui Dynasty is far greater than that of the other two dynasties, which directly leads to the prevalence of the demon path and the increasing number of demon cultivators.

In the outskirts of the capital, floating in the attic of the gray river, the man looked down at the blood beads in his palm, and footsteps came from behind him, but he did not look back.

"Today is so lively, do you think so, Wuyoujun?"

The voice of the visitor is a bit like a woman, soft and feminine.

Zhang Bushi did not make any noise, and still played with the blood beads.

"I just didn't expect that Wuyoujun also likes to join in the fun."

The man smiled and sat cross-legged opposite Zhang Bushi.

"Mr. Long Yang wants it?" Zhang Bushi raised his head and asked.

"Of course, these are all great remedies."

The man smiled. His appearance and voice were as neutral as his voice. If he had applied a little makeup, he would have mistakenly thought it was a woman at first glance.

Zhang Bushi didn't say anything anymore, and all the blood beads flew up and fell into Long Yangjun's hand.

"You are so generous. Do you want to come and bribe me?"

Long Yangjun said, then sighed: "Don't worry, when Master comes back, I will pretend nothing has happened. You are the only one who survived among the 100,000 demon seeds planted by Master. With this alone, no matter how you do things randomly, no one dares to say anything."

"But it seems that you can't be cold-blooded and ruthless. How can you achieve great success in this way? How long will I have to wait to swallow you?"

"You are wrong." Zhang Bushi said.

"Then why did you save that monk?"

"Because he is the only Buddha in the five realms."

"Hahaha..." Long Yangjun laughed and looked at Zhang Bushi playfully: "It turns out that you want to kill Buddha and achieve enlightenment. Okay, then I will continue to wait, and wait for you to obtain the enlightenment, and I will be the first to tell me."

After saying that, Long Yangjun stood up and turned into a burst of black smoke and disappeared.

Zhang Bushi sat quietly, with a gray dark light flowing in his eyes, motionless, but his brows were deeply frowning.
Chapter completed!