Chapter five hundred and seventy-seven I will torture and kill her in front of your door!
"Boy, senior brother will definitely kill you, will definitely kill you!" Yuan Cha, a dignified master of the Qi Refining Realm, behaved like a crazy beast at this time. In front of Lang Fei, her self-confidence was shattered.
The blow shattered, her pride was peeled off layer by layer, and the hand that clamped her neck crushed her dignity into pieces.
Lang Fei didn't seem to hear the old woman's shouting. He just glanced at her coldly and walked into the main hall.
There are no unnecessary decorations in the main hall. At the head of the hall is a high jade platform. In the center of the high platform are two magic arrays, one large and one small. The large one is the teleportation array leading to the mountain gate of Beimang Demon Sect, while the smaller one is
It's a communication array.
This time, Lang Fei walked into the teleportation array and waited for a moment. Fairy Qingxia and Xiao Bai'er also walked in. After that, a blue light flashed past, leaving only the corpses lying on the ground inside and outside the palace.
The center of the Blood Wasteland is an unfathomable black abyss, which is called Luo Yuan Blood Prison. There are no mortals in the entire Luohu Star. Even if there are casual cultivators, no one dares to get close to it. This is why the place is righteous.
It is the mountain gate of Beimang Demon Sect.
Unlike other immortal cultivating sects in the Evergreen Realm, there are no towns around the Beimang Demon Sect. As a well-known existence in the entire star sea, the Beimang Demon Sect naturally has its arrogance, just like the Beimang Demon Sect.
The Star Palace's teleportation array is located on a floating rock a hundred feet above the Blood Prison. Moreover, there are no disciples' handles on the floating rock.
From ancient times to the present, whoever appears on the pumice rock is not respectful to the Blood Prison below? And which blind guy dares to come to the Beimang Demon Sect's territory to cause trouble after being full?
The power of the Beimang Demon Sect and the arrogance of the Beimang Demon Sect have always been engraved in the bones of all the members of the Demon Sect. Therefore, after seeing three people and a tiger suddenly appearing on the floating island, the people patrolling below were not worried.
He stretched out slowly and then squinted his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the majestic blood-winged white tiger, and then he frowned slightly. The second time he saw the young man in white robes stained with countless blood, he frowned again. But when he
When he turned his attention to the old woman who had lost both arms in his hand, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and then he tremblingly squeezed the jade talisman in his palm.
The sharp warning sound instantly resounded throughout the black abyss, reverberating for a long time. But in just a few clicks, thousands of figures suddenly emerged from the black abyss, instantly surrounding the three people and a tiger in the center.
"Boy, who are you? How dare you hurt my junior sister? Do you know that she is a member of my Beimang Demon Sect?" The leader was a one-eyed old man, with no trace of blood on his withered face, and even his hands were as withered as
It looks like chicken feet. If the only eye-catching feature is the pair of narrow green eyes.
"Hurt her? Not only do I want to hurt her, I also want to kill her! Right now, right here, in front of all of you Beimang Demon Sect!" As soon as Lang Fei's words fell, it was equivalent to a sentence of death.
The old woman's execution was accompanied by a flash of bloody light, and a head with thick white hair.
"Master Wusha..." The old woman's shrill scream was still heard, but the head was flying and falling towards the one-eyed old man. At the same time, a headless corpse was also thrown away by Lang Fei. However,
No matter whether it was the head or the headless corpse, no blood spurted out at all, because all the bright red liquid in her body had been sucked dry by the Blood-devouring Demonic Sword.
"Yuan Cha!" The Dumu Taoist had never thought that someone would dare to challenge the Bei Mang Demon Sect and dare to murder the members of the Bei Mang Demon Sect in front of the Black Abyss Blood Prison, let alone the Supreme Elder of the Sha generation.
This is a naked provocation, and it is a great shame for the entire Beimang Demon Sect. For such a guy, cutting him into thousands of pieces and destroying his body and mind are not enough to wash away his sins! "Little beast! You did it.
What! I want you to die!"
Venerable Wu Cha and Venerable Yuan Cha were both in the early stage of Qi refining. He naturally knew that Lang Fei could capture the old woman Yuan Cha and he would not be his opponent. But what if he alone was not his opponent? He is now
He was facing the entire Beimang Demon Sect. As early as when he left, he had already sent people to notify the master brother and the other two junior brothers who were in the early stages of Qi refining. As long as he was not from the Fangcun Holy Sect, he would be dead.
Even if he came from a sect of the same level as the Tai Chi Sword Sect, it would be impossible to save his life.
"Boy, I will take your blood and your three souls and seven souls to pay tribute to Junior Sister Yuan Cha!" When the one-eyed old man jumped out, there was already a blood-stained gray-white skull in his hand.
When he heard the word "memorial", Lang Fei felt a chill on his face. Those 360,000 dead souls were once slaughtered by you to fill the blood prison, decorate the black abyss, and sacrifice the demon soldiers.
Dead souls, what do we need to pay homage to them?
"Your life? It's not enough. I want your entire Beimang Demon Sect to be buried with them!" Following Lang Fei's furious roar, murderous aura condensed into substance, tightly attached to the flying swords behind him. This time, the sword
Although the sharp air blade is still gray, there is a line of snow-white in the center.
The Blood-devouring Demonic Sword took the lead, with the Taizhen Liangyi Sword at the side, and three thousand flying swords behind it, pouring down like a waterfall. Venerable Wusha bore the brunt of the attack, followed by nearly a thousand disciples, big and small, who were also attacked by the swords.
List.
The Demon Skeleton glowed with a faint black light, and one evil ghost after another appeared, fiercely rushing towards Lang Fei. At the same time, a pair of eyes of the Demon Skeleton lit up with green flames, and then
spread.
In just one breath, the blood-colored light of the Blood-devouring Demon Sword intersected with the green flames. Under the killing sword intent, even if the green flames surged again, they could not withstand the power of the blood sword and were slowly cut.
And the evil ghost phantoms that flew towards Lang Fei were swept up by a cluster of orange baby fire when they flew close to Lang Fei. Then they let out a burst of mournful screams, and then disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Venerable Wusha's eyes flashed with surprise. He finally knew why Yuansha was captured by Lang Fei. The boy opposite him was really strong and scary.
"Hmph, boy! Try my green blood pupils again." After saying this, his eyes rolled around, and the green pupils actually expanded, and then a little blood light shot out from the center and went straight to Lang.
Fly away.
After hearing the words, Lang Fei looked around, and when he saw the eyes of Venerable Wusha, he was suddenly in a trance. He felt that a boundless sea of blood appeared in front of his eyes, and the pungent billowing blood submerged his entire body in an instant. At the same time, under the sea,
There are countless resentful spirits lingering, tearing and gnawing at his flesh and blood.
As expected of the Bei Mang Demon Sect, these methods are somewhat similar to his God Concentrating Technique. The only difference is that the former is a pupil technique, while the latter is a strange Taoist technique used to condense spiritual consciousness.
"Hmph, the heavens are an illusion, all laws are empty, the underworld is coming, and there is no law!"
Following Lang Fei's cold curse, Lord Wusha suddenly felt that the world had become dark, and a stream of yellow-brown turbid mucus suddenly poured into the sea of blood. With such a simple rush, the sea of blood began to churn.
.Just like boiling sea water, it is assimilated from blood red to yellowish brown in an instant.
"Poof!" After the last trace of blood-redness faded, Venerable Wusha suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The green-blooded pupil was broken, and the green-blooded pupil that had always failed was broken. At this moment, he
Seeing the yellow light in Lang Fei's eyes also slowly receding, he even saw him suddenly let out a long roar, followed closely by the two flying swords, one white and one gray, that belonged to the Divine Wind Sect, taking advantage of the gap between the Blood-devouring Demon Sword to break through.
Stabbed directly into the demon skull's skull.
"Humph!" There was only a miserable groan, and Venerable Wusha spat out two more mouthfuls of blood. The faint flames in the demon skull's eyes also became unstable. As for the black light on the surface, it flickered.
The brightness and destruction are uncertain.
With one blow, the middle-grade spiritual weapon, the Ape Demon Skeleton, was actually damaged. Venerable Wusha barely suppressed the restlessness of blood in his body, and the horror in his eyes flashed away.
Just at this moment, the countless flying swords that were scattered in all directions also rushed into the crowd. Screams came one after another, and the broken limbs were thrown around. Under the three thousand flying swords, there were only a few monks in the late stage of Qi Transformation.
, relying on several high-quality magic weapons or one or two spiritual weapons, they can barely keep the peace of an area.
In the first contact, just the first contact, Beimang Demon Sect lost a total of five hundred disciples. Among them, the lowest cultivation level was in the early stage of refining.
Venerable Wusha was stunned. He luckily escaped with his life. The people from the Beimang Clan who were still a little shocked were also stunned. What kind of magical power is this? What kind of sword power is this? Even if the sword spirit of the second hall of the Fangcun Holy Sect is
The kendo barrier of the master kendo master of the palace is not so terrifyingly lethal.
"Junior Brother Wusha, what's going on?" At this moment, an old roar suddenly came from the endless abyss of Blood Prison. Then, thousands of rays of light flew out. As for the person who roared, it was
Standing at the front of the crowd, glaring at Lang Fei was an energetic old man wearing the Thousand-Hand Holy Demon Taoist uniform.