Bai Zeyu was naturally wary of Zhou Zhenning's abnormal behavior. When the magic trick changed in his hand, the purple light in the air suddenly drew a huge arc, bypassing the fierce blood flame in front of him, and swept towards the enemy's neck from the left.

Facing the Ziyun Sword, which was surrounded by sharp aura and could not be seen directly as soon as it approached, Zhou Zhenning did not dodge any way. He raised his hand suddenly, and the blood flame suddenly split and turned into seven or eight fist-sized fireballs, which were as fast as it was amazingly fast. He went to the ground and rushed straight to the purple light.

"this……"

Although Bai Zeyu had long guessed in his mind, he lost control when he saw the Ziyun Sword touching the blood flame, and then melted silently in the blood flame, and still showed a surprised expression.

Even a foundation-building monk wants to destroy a medium-grade magic weapon so cleanly in a short time by relying on spells, it is difficult to do even if he does his best.

"The power of this blood-devouring soul demon fire is not good, right?"

After completely melting the Ziyun Sword, the blood flames re-fusion into a huge fireball and floated in front of Zhou Zhenning.

From Bai Zeyu's expression change, Zhou Zhenning believed that the other party had recognized the origin of the blood flame. After all, eight hundred years ago, there were at least seven or eight Nascent Soul Cultivators who died in the blood-devouring demon fire, and they enveloped the cultivation world like a dream demon for a hundred years. However, there was no sign of fear in Bai Zeyu's eyes, which made Zhou Zhenning, whose mind had been eroded by the demon skills, became even more distorted.

"The power of the blood-devouring souls demon fire is indeed powerful, but how long can you last for a mere Qi training cultivator?"

The Nether Fire Bomb appeared in Bai Zeyu's palm again. With a wave of his hand, he flew towards Zhou Zhenning again with his long tail flame.

Seeing Bai Zeyu's contemptuous tone, Zhou Zhenning's face suddenly turned a little distorted. The blood flame floating in the air suddenly surged a few points, turning into a huge wave of blood-colored flames rushing towards Bai Zeyu.

"Chance!"

Seeing the blood-colored flames coming, Bai Zeyu was delighted. With the thoughts in his mind, a huge wave of magic power suddenly burst out on the corpse that had been lying not far away. A skeleton soldier jumped up from it, holding the half-cut sword in his hand, and ran wildly towards Zhou Zhenning from behind.

"Is this your last trump card?"

A sharp look flashed across Zhou Zhenning's face, and his body turned around, and he grabbed the skeleton soldier who was close to his body. The bloody skin on his right palm had been covered with silver-white scales, flashing with metallic light.

"Click..."

Amid the sharp metal friction sound, the half-cut sword in the skeleton soldier's hand was tightly held by Zhou Zhenning's lightning-fast palm, and the sharp blade did not cut through the other party's palm. And, as the five fingers continued to tighten, the sword's body kept making overwhelmed metal breaking sounds, and cracks began to spread on the sword's body.

"It's now!"

The double-shou bone snake, who had not made much movement, suddenly raised its head, and the soul fire in the left head suddenly lit up, and an invisible spiritual short sword flew towards Zhou Zhenning.

At the same time, the runes in Bai Zeyu's sea of ​​consciousness were bright, and a spiritual short sword also flew out.

Deterrent Sword*2!

Zhou Zhenning seemed to have a sign of his heart, and he wanted to turn his neck when he turned. Unfortunately, the invisible spiritual short sword had passed through the defense on his body, rushed into his mind silently, and was swiftly passing through the sea of ​​consciousness. Wherever he passed, there was an unbearable tearing pain, which not only caused the sea of ​​consciousness to shake continuously, but also began to twitch due to the severe pain, and all the strength in his body was taken away in an instant.

The broken sword, which was originally firmly controlled in the palm, suddenly slid out of his five fingers like a swimming fish. With a sudden wave, a head suddenly rose into the sky.

Bai Zeyu, who was originally tense on his body, was relieved when he saw the enemy's head, but found that his head was rolling in the air suddenly stopped in the air. After a slight sound, a trace of blood-colored aura continued to flow out from his seven orifices, and then slowly condensed into a ball.

The blood-devouring soul demon fire that had lost control and had stopped approaching and was constantly weakening seemed to be summoned, slowly approaching the mass of blood energy.

Bai Zeyu's heart was shocked, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes. He could not think too much, and one after another, the fire bombs continued to bombard the blood.

After a few loud noises, the blood and energy condensed place was suddenly flooded by the blazing light fire.

When the light fire was extinguished, the blood-red mist had dissipated, and the blood-devouring soul demon fire floating in the air was constantly shrinking and dimming, leaving only the last little fire swaying in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Bai Zeyu, who had completely breathed a sigh of relief, finally relaxed completely, and his heart was filled with fear and gratitude.

After all, no matter how cruel the description of the fallen person is described in the inheritance and classics, it is just a fog viewing of flowers for Bai Zeyu, and he does not have a personal experience. Only after experiencing this battle, the danger of constantly wandering on the edge of life and death can he truly experience the fallen person's means.

Looking at the skeleton soldier standing next to the corpse, Bai Zeyu was about to control the other party to collect the spoils, but with a sudden inspiration, the pattern on the back of his hand had already lit up under the continuous injection of mental power.

Feeling the rapid withdrawal of the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness, Bai Zeyu was overjoyed. He did not care about the fatigue after the battle and kept injecting his mental power into it.

Soon, a unique skeleton soldier appeared in front of Bai Zeyu.

Compared with ordinary skeleton soldiers, there are blood-red patterns distributed in the white white bones of this skeleton soldier. The most eye-catching thing is that the palms are covered with silver-white scales, spreading to the wrist position.

A skeleton soldier picked up the silver-white long sword that fell not far away and cut it with all his strength at the back of his hand covered with scales. As a medium-grade magic weapon that is no less than the Ziyun Sword, it cannot break through the defense of the scales, leaving only a thin white mark in the splash of Mars.

The magic fire seed that had been floating in the air suddenly trembled violently, passing through the air, and slowly merged into the eyebrows of the demon skeleton under Bai Zeyu's gaze.

"Does the Blood-Devouring Ten Thousand Souls Demonic Art (Remember) be loaded?"

Seeing the prompt that the light curtain kept beating, Bai Zeyu hesitated for a long time, but finally chose whether.

After being a human being for two lifetimes, Bai Zeyu still quite agrees with the identity of human beings and cannot give up for a temporary shortcut. Not to mention, the depraved person is a crossing rat that everyone calls for and beats in the world of cultivation. Once it is contaminated, it is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and in the eyes of the great masters, it is like a scorching sun in the night that cannot be hidden.

With a systematic existence, Bai Zeyu firmly believes that sooner or later he will be able to reach the top of the immortal path.

Bai Zeyu calmed down and no longer thought about it. After gathering all the spoils around him, he didn't care about counting them carefully, so he wanted to find a way out.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a earth-shaking sound accompanied by a huge vibration.

The gray fog that had been gradually diluted around also completely dissipated after a loud bang, allowing Bai Zeyu to see the situation around him clearly.

"The loud noise came from the direction of the stone palace..."

Bai Zeyu stood there, staring at the stone hall in the distance, with a look on his face looking a little surprised.

…………

At this time, there was a core attic in the stone hall.

"Ahem, puff..."

The old man in blue robe covered his chest with his palm, coughed continuously, and suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood in front of him. The long beard that originally reached his chest was also sparse, and the clothes on his shoulders were broken, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Behind the three of them was a mess, scattered mechanism, and broken puppets were almost everywhere.

"Uncle San, why do you have to be seriously injured for your nephew?"

Zhang Chengyun looked grateful and worried, and stood aside at a loss, watching the middle-aged man healing the old man.

As a junior of the Zhang family, Zhang Chengyun is far from the old man in terms of identity and status. The old man is quite cold to Zhang Chengyun, but he never expected that the other party would rather be injured than block the fatal trap attack for him.

Could it be that the third uncle, who has always been known for his strictness, is actually a cold-faced and warm-hearted person?

"After all, you can hold the hope of the entire Zhang family..."

Listening to the old man's earnest words, Zhang Chengyun felt his blood boiling all over his body, but he did not notice the pity and unbearance in the middle-aged man behind the old man's eyes.
Chapter completed!