The old Earth Demon Master suppressed the woman and strode out of the passage.

Today, there is still no progress in the research on demonization, and in the end, the work is still in vain.

His crisp footsteps were the only sound in the long and narrow corridor.

Walking on this deserted and dim road, the old man didn't know why, but his back always felt a little chilly.

Leng Buding shuddered: "Why is this ghost place so dark?"

On his hand, the woman with traces of demonization growled continuously.

"Hmph, you are a beast. Sooner or later you will have to feed the fruit trees in front of people. Why are you so anxious?"

Striding through the passage...

I don't know if it's the Earth Demon Master's keen intuition, but there's always a tingling pain in my back.

He paused for a moment and looked back.

The long, dark corridor behind him was empty, with only weak lights flickering.

He snorted softly through his nostrils, turned back and continued walking forward.

My mind was already relaxed, but before I took a step, I suddenly felt something strange on my body.

Looking down, he saw a hand silently pressing on his abdomen.

That hand seemed to come from the depths of darkness, protruding from the land of underworld, carrying the aura of the netherworld.

The hairs all over the old man's body stood up at that moment.

That hand had a biting coldness that was different from other people's.

At the moment when his mind was at a loss, he didn't even understand where this hand came from. It was silent when it came, like a ghost.

The old man's soul was all gone, and just when he had the intention to retreat, the power of ice and fire in his palm blended and poured into his body in an instant.

The power of ice and fire was so violent that it broke through his protective demon power and rushed into his Dantian.

As the palm was gently clenched, the old man heard a click.

Blood mist spurted out from his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth, and the Earth Demon Master's aura plummeted.

The power of ice and fire raged in his Dantian, like two millstones, completely crushing his demon marks.

The meridians were cut off inch by inch under the residual power of the two forces, and hundreds of years of hard work were instantly wiped out.

The old man didn't even have time to scream. Everything happened in a short moment, and he sprayed out blood mist and flew away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cold mist in front of me condensed into a human shape.

The figure came out of the darkness.

The old man fell heavily to the ground, grunted, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Spare...spare me..." The old man begged for mercy with all his strength.

In an instant, his Dantian and demon marks were destroyed, in an instant, all the meridians in his body were crushed, and in an instant, hundreds of years of hard work were wasted.

And until now, he didn't even see who it was.

In the darkness, I saw the man's mouth cracked and he made a voice like the underworld: "I want your life."

The figure reached down and pinched his head, and the flames ignited from the inside out.

The old man's mouth was open, his throat was burned under the scorching heat, and he couldn't even moan. He had no cultivation, and he was no different from ordinary people. Black smoke came out of his seven orifices, and his skin was dry and cracked inch by inch. There was no sound in his mouth, but

His expression was extremely painful, as if he was undergoing the most cruel torture in the world.
Chapter completed!