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Chapter 690 Portrait of the Demon God

There is a person hiding in the attic on the second floor of a building.

In the eyes of the Immortal Seeking Bee, the man's aura was as bright as flames.

Li Qingxian is also very familiar with this kind of scent.

The aura of a demonic cultivator, and it is of the fourth grade.

Li Qingxian deduced a little and felt that the strength of this demon cultivator was no less than that of Zhou Hen in the fourth-grade period, and he was a top demon cultivator.

Li Qingxian deduced it a little and soon realized it.

"Those people in white were all transformed by the people in white at a later stage. There are obvious traces of being controlled by demonic insects on their bodies. One person had a hole in the back of his head. It seems that this demonic cultivator controlled these people.

, and these people don’t know how to become men in white and then take revenge on the demonic cultivators.”

"However, this demonic cultivator contains a power that scares me. It seems to be terrifying, a bit like the statue of the evil god sent to me by Nanxing. Looking at the shape of the scroll, it looks a bit like... the portrait of the demonic god..."

Li Qingxian thought quietly, his eyes moved, and his body transformed into a man in white, hiding the word "general", and then walked forward quickly to find the men in white who were looking for demon cultivators.

Then, Li Qingxian said that he knew where the demon cultivator was, but he needed more people in white.

Then, the people in white clothes shouted one after another.

Not long after, fourteen men in white came nearby.

Three men in white hats and eleven ordinary men in white.

The white ones are the same as the blue ones, they also have no lining, black lining, and no white lining but a blue lining.

Li Qingxian led fourteen men in white to the outside of the building and pointed to the attic inside.

People in white clothes swarmed forward, and Li Qingxian quickly retreated.

The Night Guards all know the power of the devil's portrait.

The portrait of the devil can summon the devil's clone. Once it arrives, it is at least equivalent to a full blow from a top-level master, and may even contain super-level power.

At that time, all the major forces of the human race joined forces to attack and destroy the Demon Sect. As a result, the Demon Sect sacrificed millions of people and attracted a great demon god to descend. With his own power, he blocked many high-grade and super-class humans and saved the remnants of the Demon Sect.

After that, the major human forces had to give up and kill them all.

Li Qingxian secretly climbed up to the roof and watched the man in white fight against a fourth-grade demon cultivator.

Those fourth-level demonic cultivators are indeed tyrannical. Ordinary people in white are as brittle as weeds under the blade of a sickle, and will die at the first touch.

But the man in white keeps resurrecting and is not afraid of death.

Although the three men in white hats don't know any powerful martial arts, they can transform parts of their bodies, are extremely powerful, and have amazing recovery abilities.

After observing for a while, Li Qingxian discovered that this person should be the bloody devil in the night guard's directory, a famous name.

This person is extremely good at using demonic insects to control others and devouring their flesh and blood to strengthen himself.

This man was once hunted by many people and fled for seven thousand miles. As a result, fewer and fewer people pursued him. However, he grew stronger and stronger by constantly devouring flesh and blood, and finally drove away his pursuers.

Li Qingxian looked at the bloody devil. It was obvious that he had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck after entering Gui Town.

He can't eat the ghosts to regain his strength.

Li Qingxian watched the two sides fight with great interest.

The Bloody Mouth Devil had already gone through many battles, but this time he encountered a premeditated siege, and soon everything became dangerous.

In addition, there were several men in white who hated him very much. Soon, his body was bitten with flesh and blood in many places.

In fact, Li Qingxian could clearly sense that the blood-mouthed devil was becoming more deceitful. It seemed that after accumulating at least three blessing characters, he would soon become deceitful.

The blood-mouthed devil was retreating steadily, and was about to die at the hands of the man in white. He suddenly reached out and took off the scroll on his back, placed it across his chest, and shouted loudly: "The devil is the best! If you dare to hurt me again, you will open the portrait of the devil.

I will die with you! Get out! Get out now!"

He opened the scroll slightly, and a strong black demonic energy surged out, and a frightening aura escaped, like a mountain pressing on Li Qingxian's heart.

Ordinary people in white clothes stood still, but the people in white clothes in bamboo hats were so shocked that they backed away again and again, and finally stood still in the distance.

The ordinary man in white clothes had no choice but to step back and look at the man in white clothes with a bamboo hat.

Three men in white hats gathered together, seemingly discussing something. After a while, the three waved their hands and led all the men in white away.

The bloody demon spit out a mouthful of blood, sat down on the ground, hugged the scroll tightly, crawled to the corner with difficulty, released the demonic insects, and then used his energy to heal his injuries.

Li Qingxian got off the roof and pondered for a long time. His clothes changed from white to blue, and the word "general" appeared on his chest.

Li Qingxian swaggered towards the ruins, not caring even if he saw the demonic insects, he just explored the scene of the battle.

The blood-mouthed demon noticed someone coming, observed in secret, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was the man in blue.

Li Qingxian continued to investigate, and soon walked to the Xue Mou Demon and looked at the Xue Mou Zi quietly.

Xue Mou Mozi looked at the word "general" on the man in blue, then looked down at his own injuries. He had an idea and said, "My friend, Zuo Zhiyin, has seen the man in blue."

Li Qingxian, like all the people in blue, wore a mask and nodded lightly.

The blood-mouthed devil said: "I am Zuo Zhiyin, who was brutally chased by the men in white and ended up here. I heard that you and the men in white don't get along, can you help me?"

Li Qingxian was silent for a moment and nodded.

The Bloody Mouth Devil was overjoyed and said, "I'm Zuo Zhiyin. Thank you very much, my friend in blue."

Li Qingxian stretched out his left hand.

The blood-mouthed devil's face darkened, he frowned, then lowered his head and looked at his body.

Many places on his legs and arms were bitten off by the man in white, and three large holes were bitten on his abdomen and back. He didn't have enough magic bugs on his own, and it might not be repairable in the next few months.

He suffered serious internal injuries and his strength dropped to an ordinary fifth-grade level.

If there are no others to protect you, you are likely to be in danger again, and you will have no choice but to die together with others.

The bloody demon suddenly raised his head again because the man in blue in front of him was making gestures.

Xue Mou Mozi looked at it for a while, then suddenly realized, and said: "Zuo Zhiyin, what do you mean, let me use the things as collateral, and then return them to me after the end?"

Li Qingxian nodded.

The Bloody Mouth Devil hesitated for a moment, remembering what he had done before, and took another look at the notice from the sky. He sighed. Now he could only choose to believe the man in blue.

So, he took out the Moon Token of the Moon Demon Sect from the lucky silverbait bag and handed it to the man in blue.

In the Moon Demon Sect, only top-rank elders can hold the Moon Order and can mobilize all Moon Demon Sect disciples of fifth rank and below.

Li Qingxian weighed the Yue Ling in his hand and shook his head.

The bloody devil had no choice but to take it back and exchange a few more, but Li Qingxian shook his head.

Xue Mou Mozi looked around his whole body, and finally looked at the portrait of the devil in his arms, and said helplessly: "I'm Zuo Zhiyin. This portrait of the devil is connected to my heart. Once it leaves, its power will be stimulated, and it cannot be mortgaged to you."

Li Qingxian stared at the portrait of the devil and made searching movements.

Xue Mou Mozi thought for a while and explained: "I am Zuo Zhiyin. The Demon God's portrait is a treasure of my Demon Sect. Once used, it will destroy the world and destroy the world. This is the bottom of the box that I use for self-defense. It will never be used unless it is a last resort.

use……"

Li Qingxian continued to explore, while the bloody devil patiently explained his experience, some truths, some lies, but he never told the real purpose of coming to Wei Zhen.

While secretly observing the man in blue, the Xue Mouth Devil talked about various things, including the mysterious things in the magic sect that few people knew about, in order to explore ways to solve the mystery.

Soon, Li Qingxian heard something interesting.


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