There was a muffled sound, and the ten demon generals put the big bags on their shoulders on the ground together, and stood quietly aside like statues. The old demon, who was respected as the mage, left his seat, stood up, held the wine glass in his hand, and walked forward. Originally,
He tilted his body slightly downwards, stretched out a skinny palm and gently lifted up a corner of the bag, glanced at it casually, and then walked to another bag. This was repeated until he had looked at each bag before walking slowly.
He walked back and sat on the bone chair carelessly.
"Are you satisfied, Master?" The Blood Feather Demon Lord smiled and stretched out his palm to press the Night Witch's head between his legs, with a look of great enjoyment on his face.
The old devil raised the corners of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly as he said: "Not bad, I wonder if the souls of the three realms can be prepared?"
This old demon is the assistant that the Blood Feather Demon Lord spent a lot of money to hire, the Demon Soul Mage. As for his name, it is said that no one in the demon world knows it, and even he himself has long forgotten it, so he can only call him respectfully.
Just for the mage.
This demon soul mage is only a first-level demon emperor in terms of cultivation, but he has practiced a method that many strong men in the demon world dare not despise, the art of controlling souls and forming formations. As the name suggests, it is to control souls and arrange them into formations. According to legend,
Millions of years ago, this old demon used his formation to trap three powerful demon masters in the formation. Within three days, when the formation was launched, all three demon masters turned into pus and blood.
If it weren't for the fact that this demon soul mage was indifferent by nature and had no intention of competing for fame and gain except for studying the art of controlling souls and forming formations, otherwise it wouldn't be difficult for him to dominate the demon world with the art of controlling souls and forming formations despite his low level of cultivation.
This old demon Wei only has two hobbies in his life. One is sucking the blood of fairies, and the other is excellent materials for setting up formations. It cost a lot of money to recruit this demon soul mage, the Blood Feather Demon Lord.
Snap!
Two crisp slaps rang out in the hall, and there was a flurry of footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other. Twelve demon generals escorted six disheveled figures into the hall.
, the spacious hall suddenly became lively.
"All the souls from the three realms are here. I wonder if Master is satisfied?" The Blood Feather Demon Lord waved his hand and smiled, and shrugged his waist upwards.
The old demon didn't answer, and squinted at the six living souls who were chained by iron chains. The second demon, the second demon, and the two immortals all had their arms-thick iron chains pierced through their bones. Their faces were covered in blood, and there was a trace of blood in their eyes.
The look of pain suggests that he had suffered a lot during this period.
Liu Xia and Yao Ren, the two Immortal Hunters, were among them. At this time, they had their Pipa bones pierced, and all the raw stones of the Immortal Artifacts on their bodies were also collected cleanly. The most pitiful ones were also poured a dark green juice.
As for now, except for the feeling of pain, his true nature has long been lost, like two walking corpses.
"Yes! That's right, I immediately set up a three-bone and six-soul formation outside the main hall, making it impossible for the two demon lords to come and go." The old demon raised his head and drank the blood in the cup, stood up and walked out of the hall.
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The Blood Feather Demon Lord winked at the demon generals in the hall. The demon generals picked up their bags, carried the six confused people from the Three Realms, and followed behind the old demon. The ten demon emperors originally standing on both sides of the hall also knew what was going on.
retreated.
Hey! The Blood Feather Demon Lord gave a ferocious laugh, lifted up the two night witches, and pushed them down. A loud sound echoed in the hall.
Two evil stars were welcomed at the foot of the Blood Demon Mountain. They were Ba Xi and Liu Qiankun. Countless demons were densely surrounded at the foot of the mountain. At first glance, there were hundreds of thousands of them, but they could not see the two demons a hundred feet away.
Demon Lord.
Liu Qiankun will never make a big fuss like last time. If Qionghong and the others are really in the Blood Feather Demon Palace, they are just trying to scare the snake. The Hidden Demon Robe and Hidden Demon Mirror plundered from the demon hunters will now become
The best thing to sneak into the Blood Feather Demon Palace.
None of the demons would have imagined that two powerful demon kings would actually use the methods of the demon hunters. I am afraid even the Blood Feather Demon King would not have thought of it!
It would only take some time for the Demon Lord-level powerhouse to kill all the demons at the foot of the mountain, but Liu Qiankun and Ba Xi chose to sneak up the mountain silently, bypassing the tense demons.
Wearing the Hidden Demon Robe, they couldn't fly through the air. Once they took off, their breath would inevitably be leaked. They could only walk around hundreds of thousands of demons at extremely fast speeds, and it took them nearly half an hour to reach the top of the mountain.
There were more than a dozen piles of bones piled up in front of the towering devil's palace. Each pile was like a hill. Wisps of milky white mist lingered above the piles of bones, sparkling with phosphorescence. Once inside, it was like entering a cemetery.
Both Ba Xi and Liu Qiankun were figures who came out of the Bone Wall. Naturally, they didn't pay attention to these piles of dead bones. They just felt that the surroundings were a little strangely quiet. They looked at each other, then walked away and strode towards the Demon Palace.
Go in front of the door.
Hiss...
A strange hissing sound came from the sides of the two of them, and wisps of white smoke came out from the top of the seemingly motionless piles of bones, lingering around the two of them. This also made Liu Qiankun feel more and more uncomfortable about these piles of bones.
Strangely, he turned his hand and held the Qingming Sword in his palm, but when he turned his head, Ba Xi's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
"Pull it!" Liu Qiankun shouted like thunder, but his voice seemed to encounter an invisible wall, and countless intermittent echoes sounded all around him at the same time.
"Bah..." Liu Qiankun turned around with his sword. The surrounding area was covered by white mist, and even the sky became a hazy milky white, as if he had entered a sea of fog.
"You're just pretending to be a god, do you want to stop me, Yin Xiao, with just a phantom formation?" Liu Qiankun shouted coldly, and a ray of green light burst out from his hand, slashing into the void like lightning, and a person standing on tiptoe at his feet also shot up into the sky.
Standing up, one man and one sword wanted to break through this strange space.
Whoosh!
Two streams of white smoke shot out from the tip of the funnel-shaped pile of bones. Then, with the pile of bones as the center, within a square of a hundred feet, spider web-like space cracks quickly extended, covering the space instantly like a big net. It rushed into the air.
Liu Qiankun only felt that his feet seemed to be bound by some invisible force, and he fell unconsciously.
"Drink!" Liu Qiankun shouted violently, and swept his sword towards his feet. He thought: As long as he can cut off the restraints under his feet and rush into the void, this damn illusory formation will be destroyed without any attack.
laugh!
The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly started, and the blue light passed by under his feet, but it seemed that he did not encounter any obstacles. Liu Qiankun raised his head suddenly and saw that there was already a layer of spiderweb-like cracks in front of him.
"Break it!" The fierce shout exploded like thunder, and the Qingming Sword turned into a Tengyuan dragon, and a brilliant green light slashed towards the giant net in the air like thunder...
Boom! The sword light slashed hard into the large net formed by the cracks in space, making a thunderous sound. The majestic sword energy disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. This sword had no effect at all, as if it was struck in the void.
generally.
Liu Qiankun was surprised and stretched out his palm to explore the big net, but he could feel its existence through the texture in his palm. An inexplicable ominous feeling came out of his heart, and the feeling of restraint under his feet came again...
(I am not in good condition today, I will make some adjustments for now, please forgive me!)