This horrible thing shouldn't be in the mountains at all.

He didn't even understand why this ancient demon was in the mountain realm despite being bathed in a mountain of corpses and surrounded by a sea of ​​blood and the netherworld.

Under this kind of holy pressure, the ancient demon felt the passage of life more and more. He completely understood that he might die, but if he didn't fight hard, he would never have a chance again.

Hands together.

The pine tree holding up the sky moved.

"disease."

The giant pine shakes open the blockade between heaven and earth.

The shackles are gone.

God Iron comes to an end.

The ancient demon seemed to feel that the cage's seal on him was decreasing. It was because someone specifically asked him to let go of his hands and feet, so he released his body-protecting holy weapon, allowing him to defeat the demon in front of him in the strongest form holding the weapon.

Before he could think about it carefully, the Zen staff turned into a giant pine tree appeared in his hand.

The ancient demon held a Zen staff and recited a sentence.

Immediately afterwards, his clothes turned into blood.

Northern snowy area.

The blood-clothed demon in the Snowy Mountains.

The blood-clothed ancient demon thought: "Amimara Wuliang."

The Zen staff in his hand was suddenly released, and as the blood surged, the ancient demon's withered body seemed to be replenished, and countless powers burst out from the withered body.

The blood refining magic sutra operates.

Asura's shadow merged into his body and a horn grew from his body.

"This is?!"

A look of surprise flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This is the blood refining chapter of the Ancestral Blood Nerve."

No wonder this ancient demon is hiding in Tibet, it turns out he is hiding something so terrifying.

This is a good skill.

In the past, it was one of the clan-suppressing magic skills of the powerful vampire clan in the underworld.

It's a pity that as powerful as the Vampire Clan, it will also decline. After the death of the Blood God, the entire Vampire Clan fell into pieces and was quickly lost in the long river of history.

No wonder he can refine the blood of the Asura clan, it turns out to be this secret method.

Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "How about I take action?"

He felt that the restrictions on the ancient demon should not be lifted. Without the help of the holy soldiers, he would have been killed by the weapon spirit.

Luo Tian's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.

He wanted the skills, but he also wanted to see the strength of the weapon spirit.

Since the ancient demon has such strength, there is no harm in waiting.

The ancient demon was about to take action when he suddenly felt a burning heat coming from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, his palms burned again.

He stared intently at his palms, his face distorted unconsciously. He obviously possessed tremendous strength and invincible skills, but he was controlled by others at a very early stage.

If he could hide better, get more divine blood, and practice more deeply...

He didn't have time to think too much because he could no longer hold the Zen staff.

The flames told him to let go.

It was a bloody bite.

In an instant, his white palms turned into white bones.

Finally, the ancient demon shouted.

The snowy air swept away and rushed towards the sky.

Boom.

Countless cracks appeared in the prison realm, like a cracked mirror.

The ancient demon was overjoyed.

He felt more and more that his idea was right. He didn't need to fight to the death with that damn devil. As long as he opened the cage, he could turn into snowflakes and float in the world.

Just when he was about to squeeze out of his body, a figure had already walked in front of him.

The soul of the ancient demon emerged and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist!"

He was greeted by fists that were getting closer and closer.

As big as a casserole.

It suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

It's like a meteor falling, and it's like a vast sun.

boom!

With his body staggered, he looked horrified at how much of his arm was missing. When he wanted to take action again, a green and white finger had already touched his forehead.

The purple-black nails restrained his body. In fact, it was not because of the fingers, but because of a black-red silk thread that penetrated his head and penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness to lock his soul.

"Fellow Taoist, listen to me."

"You have such courage."

"With the two of us working together, we can get out of here, why should we be controlled by others!"

Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient demon who was opening his mouth to argue, but said nothing.

Even without any words.

The pressure is divine and as brilliant as the power of heaven.

Calm eyes glanced over.

Said softly:

"Wanye Immortal, Wanye Fire."

“God and I are indestructible!”

"Fellow."

"Please enter the banner!"

Bang.

The head turned into powder.

The soul fell into the hands of ghosts.

Refined instantly.

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Chapter completed!