Wow!

The smoky red flame demonic mist was torn into pieces by the obscure force, revealing a trace of clear blue light.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a figure rushed into the alien door of the Demon Burial Monument Building, opened the long-sunken hometown of the dead, and headed towards the Demon Burial Cemetery at the speed of thunder and lightning.

Under the gloomy sky, the thick atmosphere of darkness immediately gathered, as if dragging the Ruoda cemetery into an unexpected catastrophe.

As that figure appeared, everyone couldn't help but tremble, their faces turned pale in pain, and there were heavy and unbearable gasps.

Before the figure even came close, the Tiangang Sect disciples headed by Hua Xueyang knelt on the ground one after another. It was not that they wanted to kneel but the overwhelming pressure made it impossible for them to maintain their standing posture.

Mo Wen, Meng Hao, Youyi held her head in pain, her eyes wide open and bloodshot, as if she was suffering tremendous pain.

Yu Wentao, Yu Wenlang and others from the Red Smoke Sect fell back one after another, looking for support to stand still, but they could not resist the majestic pressure, and their unruly figures gradually bent down.

"Damn, what kind of power is this? It's too powerful."

"Mosha is the power of demons and the power of the laws of the dark night."

"This person's practice of the Dark Night Rules is almost perfect. It is impossible for us together to be his enemy. Could it be that he is really the Seven-Fingered Demon King? How did he get in? This is absolutely impossible."

Yue Jianyuan, who fled far away, watched helplessly as a black cloud slowly drifted by. He knelt down uncontrollably and said, "Master Demon King, I have seen Master Demon King."

Whoosh!

The figure did not stop under the cover of black clouds, passing over Yue Jianyuan's head.

"Quickly, collect the flying artifact and get down."

The terrifying pressure became even more terrifying. Qian Zhongyun's eyes widened with anger and he was so frightened that he had to order his men to abandon the flying artifact and return to the ground.

When they came to Feng Jueyu and Yan Shuangge, they couldn't hold back any longer. Everyone was suppressed and coughed out a mouthful of old blood.

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Chenxi quickly took out a bamboo artifact and held it above his head, causing it to transform into a three-story building to protect everyone inside.

The green glow of the bamboo tower is like electricity, surging freely, forming some kind of powerful barrier formation to resist the huge coercion released by the figure.

However, they could only hold on for a moment, and the lightning-like green brilliance was easily resolved by the inexplicable demonic energy. Then a burst of coercion fell invisible, and the bamboo building collapsed on the spot, revealing a building-shaped green cover.

Tottering.

Feng Jueyu knew that this was an artifact that Yu Chenxi kept to save his life. In terms of quality, it seemed to be even more precious than the previous hexagonal compass.

But the demonic pressure that still couldn't stop the figure eventually shrunk inch by inch, until it was barely able to stabilize when it was more than half a floor high.

Even so, the pressure released by that figure is still eroding the remaining strength of the bamboo building. It seems that it won't be long before this last life-saving artifact will be scrapped.

However, with Yu Chenxi here, Feng Jueyu and others did not suffer much damage, but it was still very hard to support them.

"Who is here? Is it really the Seven-Finger Demon King? There are so many ninth-level elders outside, how did he get in?" Qian Zhongyun was a little confused.

As for Xie Jisheng, he had long since disappeared into the darkness. I wonder if he is still waiting for an opportunity.

"Seven-fingered Demon King, he is indeed here!"

The skinny and fair-haired Yu Chenxi's face is getting older and older, and his body is trembling under the demonic power. It's not fear on a mental level, but a physical stress reaction caused by the huge difference in strength.

"Quick, help."

Upon seeing this, Feng Jueyu took out seven low-grade artifacts from his arms and used his many years of formation experience to help Yu Chenxi strengthen the formation.

"If you have any other magical weapons with you, take them out, otherwise you won't be able to stop them."

Yan Shuangge was unusually serious. He couldn't help but take out several shining golden artifacts and robbery treasures, and threw them into the air in one breath.

A second layer of defensive space was built without affecting the formation deduction.

"If it's really the Seven-Finger Demon King, then we're doomed." Qian Zhongyun cast a spell in a hurry.

Many people imitate it and are frightened.

"Welcome the Demon King to this world..."

Contrary to the five powerful forces, all the surviving Night Demon geniuses knelt down on the spot and made a gesture of worship.

In Feng Jueyu's eyes, the Seven-Finger Demon King seemed not to be their leader, but a god.

A supreme existence that a group of people believe in.

As his eyes moved, he saw the mysterious figure passing through the black clouds, and the target was his Taihang Talisman.

The speed at which this person came was beyond description in words. Just the movement of passing through the air seemed to contain some kind of supreme heavenly law, which was unpredictable.

"He is the Seven-Fingered Demon King."

Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank, and his eyes burst with fighting spirit.

As if feeling his gaze, the figure in the black clouds paused slightly, then the clouds cleared to reveal the sun, and a huge eye emerged.

The eyes have white pupils and black background, which is just opposite to the color of normal people's eyes. It looks weird and makes people feel a deep sting.

"Nitong! Don't look into his eyes."

Yu Chenxi shouted, then closed his eyes, and then heard the painful groans of Yan Shuangge and Qian Zhongyun.

Like Feng Jueyu, they wanted to see the Seven-Finger Demon King's true form, but the slightest touch of their gaze was like a needle pricking them, and their souls were almost torn to pieces by those gazes.

Buzz!

Feng Jueyu's head buzzed, and he felt some mysterious power invade his mind, spying on all his details from the perspective of his soul.

The terrible thing is that he is unable to deal with this kind of invasion of souls.

I can only obediently let the reverse pupil see everything about me.

Fortunately, Yu Chenxi reminded him in time and closed his eyes immediately, otherwise he would have known what the result would be.

Despite this, Feng Jueyu still felt that there was a demonic pupil with black background and white pupils roving around in the world inside his body, as if trying to see everything about him.

At this moment, the majestic giant pine-like super-grade Dao channel produced a burst of golden ripples under the stress. It was slow at first, and then suddenly became intense after three breaths, like a huge raging wave, rushing towards the giant pupil.

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Between heaven and earth, a whistle with a tone of surprise resounded: "Super-grade Dao Veins! No wonder this boy's talent is amazing. He actually developed super-grade Dao Veins before opening up the cave world."

After saying this, the figure in the black cloud no longer hesitated, and rushed to the Taihang Talisman. The black clouds surged strangely, and a big black hand with craggy claws stretched out from the middle, grabbing the Taihang Talisman.

The movement of his five fingers brought up traces of the avenue like moon-like water blooms, outlining the mysterious rules that could not be explained. Then he grabbed the Taihang Talisman from the air and caught it in his hand. Then he heard a loud bang, and the Taihang Talisman

Finally, the talisman could not withstand the crushing force of the black hand, and exploded like rain on the spot, dissipating into nothingness.

The sound spread throughout the world, and everyone was stunned by these words, so much so that they couldn't understand how the Taihang Talisman was crushed.

Under the shower of magical talisman light, Li Miaoxian flew out from it with disheveled hair, and was about to rush towards Feng Jueyu with a ferocious expression.

"You're finally here to protect me. I want to catch him myself."

"No, kill them on the spot."

A majestic figure stood in the black clouds, and an unquestionable voice came from his mouth.

"It would be too easy to kill him just like that."

Li Miaoxian gritted his teeth and said.

"You can't take him away."

The stalwart figure said: "Didn't you hear what I just said? This man possesses a superb Taoist lineage and is a first-rate spiritual genius in the world. He can be said to be the best throughout the ages and has a physique that is unparalleled in future generations. The City of the Five Gods is absolutely

We will not tolerate us taking him back alive."

Super...Super grade Dao Meridian!

Li Miaoxian was shocked.

It wasn't just her. When the stalwart figure repeated these words again, all eyes were focused on Feng Jueyu.

Yuwen Tao, who had endured the demonic pressure, opened his eyes and showed an expression of disbelief.

Yu Wenlang: "Super Grade Dao Meridian, I am riding a horse, did you hear it right?"

"That is, how can there really be a super-grade Dao Meridian in the world? The Seven Finger Demon King must have seen it wrong."

Hua Xueyang was stunned for a while and shook his head: "No, the Seven Finger Demon King is born with reverse pupils, and he can see all the details of the practitioner, and there will never be any lies!"

"Super-grade Dao Veins, he actually developed super-grade Dao Veins, and I'm riding a horse..." Mo Wen was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Then when I thought about it, my past doubts finally got a reasonable explanation.

Feng Jueyu can kill hundreds of people on the night demon battlefield when he is in the fourth realm;

At Kousin Shenqiao, everyone can only pass more than forty and fifty levels, but they can't touch the corners of it, but he can pass all the tests left by the ancestor;

He was accepted as a disciple by three masters: Xu Lu, Wang Daolin and Fawu.

Is this all a coincidence?

No, not at all.

Without a strong foundation of spiritual practice, how could he be valued by the three masters?

Everything can be explained.

Meng Hao was completely stunned: "Super Grade Dao Meridian, why didn't such a good thing happen to me?"
To be continued...