One of the reasons why he became the head of the An family is because his father, An Qingqing, is one of the nine saint ancestors. The other reason is, of course, his amazing strength.
The Demon World is a world where strength is respected. Without strength, there is no identity.
Anbuhui has broken through the Mahayana stage long ago and is an out-and-out master of real demons. He just keeps a low profile and is not known to outsiders.
His attack contains space blockade, and Mahayana masters cannot dodge it at all.
But something surprising happened to him. Lie Jiao cried out and turned into a fire elf. He spread his wings and flew into the void with a whoosh and disappeared.
"Old man, you are so rude. I will kill your eldest son to make up for the offense you caused me."
Lie Jiao actually teleported directly to the place where An Ming was.
She opened her fingers like a huge net and grabbed An Ming.
An Ming was shocked. He suddenly felt like he was stuck in a quagmire and was exhausted. He originally wanted to lock onto his father and teleport over, but now he couldn't even feel the space.
boom!
Just when he was frightened, the invisible cage was filled with fire.
"Ming'er, hold on, my father will come to save you right now. Shameless bitch, I will cut you into pieces."
An Buhui has become a true demon master and rarely fights with others. How could he have encountered such a thing?
His son was unexpectedly attacked and killed under his nose. This was even more difficult for him to accept than stabbing him with a knife.
He was extremely furious, stepped into the void with one step, appeared next to the fire formation, grabbed it with his big hand, and squeezed it hard.
Poof!
The flames were extinguished, but his expression turned extremely ugly.
If he had known that the flames were powerful, countless runes had been superimposed between his palms, making him indestructible.
He believed that with his own space perception, this move should be able to extinguish the fire array easily.
But the fact is that as soon as it came into contact, the flames directly burned three layers of his space barrier.
In his opinion, the nearly invincible space barrier in the lower realm was as fragile as paper in front of Liejiao's flames. This was really unacceptable.
In an instant, he also believed that Liejiao was a person from the upper world, and he never dared to be careless again.
An Ming was shocked and looked at Lie Jiao in disbelief. He did not expect that his cultivation in the Mahayana period would be so fragile in front of Lie Jiao. The other party was obviously playing a cat and mouse game, and he, unfortunately, became the opponent's
plaything.
He has always been the only one who treats others as playthings. How can he ever be treated as a plaything by others?
This An Ming has received his retribution.
"Liejiao, you are so brave, you dare to kill my son, no matter how powerful you are today, you will never leave this place alive."
An Buhui was furious, his youngest son was also his darling!
It is not easy for a monk to give birth to a child, and it is even more difficult to cultivate a child. How can a relationship that has lasted for thousands of years be given up so easily?
No matter who the other party is, it is impossible for him to escape unscathed after killing the son of the family head.
Lie Jiao giggled, looking at An Buhui's eyes full of disdain, she transformed into a human body again, standing there in a very charming way.
In the past, Liejiao could only transform into a human body for a short period of time, and had to maintain the state of a fire elf most of the time. But now it is the other way around. She could only maintain a human body most of the time, and transforming into a fire elf requires energy.
Therefore, Liejiao usually chooses to maintain the human body.
"Are you the head of the An Family, An Bu Regret? You look skinny and thin, you must have been drained by women, right? Looking at your frail appearance, I have no interest at all. Go back and replace your father!"
An Buhui was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. This little girl was so insulting. No matter how old the monk was, he was very powerful in all aspects. She dared to laugh at her own incompetence. She simply refused to let herself go.
In the eyes.
These years of being pampered and enjoying life, I have no regrets and have become very inflated.
He smiled coldly and looked at Lie Jiao: "Little girl, I have decided to capture you alive and train you to be my plaything, so that you will lose all your dignity and your life will be worse than death."
Lie Jiao giggled: "What should you do with your son? He is very interested in me. You father and son won't be jealous and kill each other, right?"
An Buhui glanced at his son, and An Ming's heart trembled: "Dad, don't listen to her nonsense. I wanted to capture her and give her to you as a gift to dad. I didn't expect her to be so powerful. It was a child's mistake."
An Buhui snorted coldly: "You and I have a deep love for each other as father and son. How could we let such a woman affect our relationship?"
Lie Jiao giggled, gave An Ming a wink, and said: "Old man, it's hard to tell. You want to capture me as a concubine, but I already have a husband! If he knows, he will definitely be very angry.
, once he gets angry, your An family will be doomed, you have to think clearly."
"No matter who you are, you have bullied my An family. If you don't avenge this, you will not be a human being. Just accept your capture!"
Anbuhui was so angry that he couldn't care less about the other person's origins.
He is physically powerful and possesses quasi-real demonic cultivation. Most Mahayana masters cannot defeat him at all.
His magic weapon is his own pair of fleshy palms. It is said that the Holy Ancestor helped him wash them with dragon blood and condense them into a pair of sharp weapons. They are comparable to dragon claws and can be used to crush even magic flying swords.
At this moment, in his rage, he shook his hands, only to hear a burst of popping sounds, and ten sharp blades suddenly grew out, just like real dragon claws.
Whoosh!
Anbuhui took a step forward, the air roared loudly, and the sharp claws grabbed at Liejiao.
This move has locked the surrounding space, forming an invisible obstacle. Generally, Mahayana masters will feel like they are stuck in a quagmire, unable to dodge at all.
However, Liejiao's space perception was also very amazing. She smiled coldly and suddenly disappeared.
An Buhui failed to catch him, and a terrifying force hit the ground. Dust suddenly flew up, and a terrifying crater appeared.
Lie Jiao instantly appeared behind him, transformed into a fireman, and slapped An Buhui on the back.
boom!
When An Buhui's space protection came into contact with the fire, a terrifying wave erupted, as if two spaces were violently colliding. An Ming was even directly shaken out by this force of space. He was shocked and quickly used his strongest power.
Protection, the whole body is shining with light, and I don’t know how many protective secret treasures have been opened.
Anbuhui shouted loudly, his body shook violently, and his back was like a machine gun, shooting out countless sharp swords.
Such a close-range attack was really unexpected.
Lie Jiao screamed, flew a hundred meters away with a whoosh, and was suspended in the air. She said angrily: "So insidious, he is definitely not a good person."
An Buhui sneered: "I specially prepared this for those who like to sneak attack on me. If you bump into it yourself, no matter who you blame, just surrender and capture me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As soon as he finished speaking, he teleported up, waving his sharp claws, and a sharp black light shot directly at Lie Jiao.