Blood sacrifice to millions of zombies, I will be a demon cultivator in the apocalypse

Chapter 318 The Puppet Demon Boy! The weight of the owner of Bibo Island

The bald monk kept running hard, almost using up all his strength, but he still couldn't get rid of the feeling like a light on his back.

The terrifying pressure made his legs and feet weak and his heart trembled, as if a sword was pressing against his back. Once he stopped, the sharp blade would instantly pierce his body.

The bald demon cultivator could hardly dare to take a deep breath, and was sweating profusely. He wanted to cry now. At this moment, his Taoist heart collapsed, and he was simply worse than an ordinary person.

That is not something he can control due to his long-term cultivation, but Zheng Yi's strength has reached the current level, and the Heavenly Demon Blood God Sword has unlocked the soul mark and awakened the second magic weapon, the True Form Blood Dragon Scissors. With the help of this peerless and fierce magic sword, Divine Weapon, Zheng Yi is even a smaller Nascent Soul Stage monk.

Coupled with the influence of the demon's relics, the demon's way controls the human heart and affects the soul.

How could a monk in the Xudan realm only rely on resources to escape from his grasp?

By manipulating it wantonly, the soul has already fallen into the trap, but it is just that it does not know it.

The bald demon cultivator was like a fish that slipped through the net, running for his life in a panic and rushing towards the core area of ​​the island.

Even the demonic cultivators coming and going were so startled by the changes in the sky and the earth that they rose up into the sky. Before they could ask questions, they could not stop the bald demonic cultivator. He ran forward desperately.

However, the next second, as Zheng Yi's figure appeared, in the eyes of those demon cultivators, there was only a faint trace of rich blood left in the world.

Immediately, a bloody cold light passed by, and their bodies were strangely hard. After a while, they fell to the ground, turned into blood, and merged into the Demonic Blood Magic Sword.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Hanhai General Altar, which used to be known as the master of the sea world's demonic ways, has changed from a hunter to a prey at this time.

Trapped in a terrible and hopeless death disaster.

The bald demon cultivator is like a plague god, spreading the plague of death wherever he passes.

Zheng Yi, who was following closely behind him, was the god of death. He turned the plague of death directly into blood shadows all over the sky, and directly sent all the sinful demonic monks into the reincarnation of death one by one.

No, there is no reincarnation.

Because their body, mind, flesh, and even demon souls and residual thoughts will be swallowed up by the Demonic Blood Divine Sword, laying a deeper foundation for this demonic weapon and laying the foundation for its impact on a higher level of spiritual treasure realm.

Sensing that something big had happened, the demon cultivators sprang out from all directions and became the dead souls under the magic blood sword of the demon.

In almost no time, almost half of the island was cleared by the magic knife.

……

"Something's wrong!"

"Someone broke into the island..."

And Nalatian, the leader of the Hanhai Demonic Way who was in retreat in the core area, "Puppet Demon Child Master" suddenly felt his heart twitching. His sixth sense prompted him to react. A deeper sense of spiritual induction made him feel something. A fatal murderous intention has arrived.

"Opportunity of destiny, Nine Dragons watch the sky!"

Nalatian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky from a distance across the secret room. At this moment, he saw an unprecedented thick sea of ​​blood covering the sky, forming a terrible disaster that was coming to Hanhai. On the altar.

His heart skipped a beat, he yelled something bad, and rushed out of the retreat place, turning into a thick black light and rushing directly into the air.

Immediately, what he saw in front of him made Naratian stunned.

As a top master of magic in the sea world, Nalatian has been enlightened for hundreds of years. Until now, his methods in the late stage of Zhendan are unparalleled.

Even if the Dragon Imperial Court wooed him, they promised him to provide him with advanced breakthrough resources so that he could achieve the demon body and break through to the Nascent Soul realm that he dreamed of, which made him completely sway to the side of the Deep Sea Dragon Demon Court.

Having practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, Naratian's methods and reputation were developed with one punch and one kick. His extremely cruel reputation was once rampant in the sea world.

Compared to his methods, the people under his command are really nothing.

He was once just an ordinary fisherman. One day, the wind was high and the sea was rough, and he accidentally ended up on a desert island and received the inheritance of magic.

In order to practice magic, he personally cut out ninety-nine unborn babies from their mothers' bellies and took them out, thus refining the mysterious devil child of death.

In order to recover from his injuries, he directly sacrificed blood to all the monks and mortals on a remote island. Later, when he was going through the Danjie Tribulation, he was almost struck to death by lightning.

In his life, he did countless evil things. He was simply a representative of the devil in the world, but he still lived well.

Relying on sophisticated methods and strong strength.

However, one day, when he faced the Hanhai General Altar that he had worked hard for hundreds of years to directly turn into a death cemetery.

This terrible psychological impact was unbearable for a while, and he couldn't help but stay there.

"Yes, it's the owner of Bibo Island!"

"The top one on the Jiaolong Demon Court's bounty list, now the number one person under Nascent Soul, Zheng Yi is here!"

The bald demon cultivator was panting and in a trance, yelling, rolling and crawling on his knees in front of the leader, and said.

"Did you lure him here?"

Nalatian, the leader of the Hanhai General Altar who looked like a dwarf, immediately raised his head when he saw the bald demon cultivator appear in front of him. In the distance, ripples flickered in the void, as if fixed by some invisible force. At the center of the universe, he saw Zheng Yi, dressed in gray robes, walking slowly over.

The mysterious vision produced by his footsteps in the void made Nanalatian's voice tighten, his face twitched violently, his expression suddenly changed, and his tone became vicious.

Just after finally grasping the life-saving straw, the Bald Demon Cultivator, a Xudan monk, was also frightened out of his courage, his Taoist heart collapsed, and he didn't notice the changes in the leader's mood and expression at all.

After escaping all the way, his courage had long been frightened. When faced with the leader's questioning, he let out a burst of begging.

"Please, leader, help me, help me!"

After taking a deep look, Zheng Yi, who was standing not far away, felt the majestic aura on his body. The eyelids of Nalatian, the leader of the Hanhai General Altar, beat violently twice, and he almost gritted his teeth.

"Okay! Okay! You're fine!"

"Let me save you!"

When the bald demon cultivator heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to thank him, he looked up, only to find that a palm slapped down from above his head.

"I'm satisfied!"

"Chief, you..."

However, before he could finish his words, the terrifying little dwarf hand slapped his head directly, and with the sound of bones breaking, the bald demon cultivator was directly slapped into a pile of mud.

Not even the demon soul could escape, it was caught by Nanaratian, stuffed into his mouth, and eaten alive.

"I can't bear it anymore! Let's go!"

The "Puppet Demon Child Master", the leader of the Hanhai General Forum, took a deep look at Zheng Yi and fled directly from the battlefield, not daring to have direct contact with Zheng Yi.

It is true that he is the leader of the demonic path, but as a master of the demonic path in the late stages of Zhendan, Naratian has a clear understanding of his own strength.

A sea-shaking demon king and a nine-headed dragon lineup failed to keep Zheng Yi. That was three years ago. Now three years later, Zheng Yi dared to return to the world. What strength does he have now? To what extent?

He couldn't figure it out at all, and he didn't dare to test it at all.

He knew in his heart that once he faced Zheng Yi head-on, he would definitely not be his opponent. However, a hundred miles away, there was an island occupied by the Dragon Demon Court. On it were stationed the patrol generals under the Demon Court. After all, at least he is not afraid of falling.

There is still hope of survival.

"True elixir monk, late stage of elixir formation!"

Zheng Yi saw clearly the opponent's realm and strength at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but move. Two rounds of bloody moonlight fell in the sky, and a demon-turned-blood sword appeared in his hand. He said slowly: "You are qualified, let me Use the magic sword."

"At least this pure blood cannot be wasted!"

Before he finished speaking, the Demonic Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in Zheng Yi's hand burst out with a long sword light and struck at the fleeing leader of the Hanhai General Altar.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he could not escape in time, Nalatian directly threw a magic weapon refined from a child's skull, and instantly transformed into a demon boy whose whole body was filled with demonic energy.

The thick demonic energy and resentment wrapped around the body directly, making it look like it was wearing a thick layer of armor.

His eyes were dark, and a kind of resentment that hated heaven and earth burst out.

However, before he could take action, the sword flashed past and split the devil boy in half. A strong wind blew by, and the devil boy immediately turned into smoke and dust floating in the sky and disappeared without a trace. trace.

"This……"

Before the leader of the Hanhai General Altar could scream in surprise, he saw the blood-colored sword light appearing in front of him. Although it consumed part of his power, it still contained a terrifying aura. A single slash of the sword was enough to send him to hell.

"No, am I going to die?!"

The "Puppet Demon Child Master" Nalatian only had a brief encounter with Zheng Yi, and then he faced a life-and-death crisis and was almost scared out of his wits.

The face of the dwarf-looking leader of the Vast Sea Demonic Path suddenly turned pale, and his eyes contained disbelief and more of a sense of bewilderment.

Zheng Yi is well-known and is known as the best human monk in the sea world under the Nascent Soul. Nalatian will run away as soon as they meet him, and he doesn't even dare to fight. Naturally, he knows that he is no match for him.

After all, there are no empty knights under the great reputation.

Moreover, Zheng Yi took one step and mastered the void of heaven and earth. The vision of heaven and earth really scared his courage.

Even for a moment, he thought that he was facing the arrival of the powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

But the brief confrontation still left him almost stunned.

Why is the gap so big?

Is this the real weight of the first person under the Nascent Soul of the Sea Realm?

(End of this chapter)