super six doors

Chapter 217

"Xue Caifeng, don't you know where this is now? This is in Tongtian Demon Tower, the headquarters of the Demon Sect." Ye Cangqiong said in surprise.

"Ye Cangqiong, this is clearly a scene in a secret realm. Well, by the way, it's probably a fantasy." Xue Caifeng paused for a moment, and then swung her fist, hitting Ye Cangqiong.

"Calm down, wake up." Ye Cangqiong repelled Xue Caifeng with three swords, trying to wake up the confused Xue Caifeng.

"What a powerful opponent, Ye Cangqiong, am I in an illusion?" After the defeat, seeing that Ye Cangqiong didn't kill him, Xue Caifeng was a little puzzled.

"Of course it's not an illusion. You and I are now on the eighth floor of the Tongtian Demon Tower." Ye Cangqiong simply got it: "Did you kill all the masters of the magic sect on the ground?"

"Before I came here, these magic masters were all dead. Isn't it good?"

"The bloody and horrific scene is like a Shura killing field. I suspect that these corpses are very strange."

"Really? When you said that, I also noticed that the bloody smell here is very strong. It looks like a magic master who is practicing a very cruel technique." Xue Caifeng's expression moved: "The treasure in the secret realm must be Hidden in the corner of the eight-story magic tower, I must find the treasure in the secret realm."

After finishing speaking, Xue Caifeng ignored the terrifying scenes around her, and looked around in the room of the magic tower like a little money fan.

Xue Caifeng broke into a study and came to a bookshelf.

Jinnanmu's bookshelf is full of dazzling books.

Many of these books are biographies, rumors and other picture books, and very few of them are secret realms of martial arts.

In Xue Caifeng's hand was a red classic, judging from Xue Caifeng's focused expression, Xue Caifeng read this book with gusto.

"Devil's blood refines Dafa, life and death nirvana, after cultivation, you can live forever and become the supreme blood demon."

"The blood refining method of the Demon Sect uses living people as sacrifices. A large amount of human blood is used to sacrifice to the blood demons, and finally obtain the inheritance of the supreme blood demons."

"This method hurts peace, but its power is beyond doubt."

As the reading progressed, Xue Caifeng's expression became more and more ugly.

Xue Caifeng said with a solemn expression: "No, we are the place of sacrifice for the blood demon, and some people are practicing the blood refining method of the demon sect. It is estimated that they are at a great level."

While speaking, there was a heavy gasp in the room of the eight-story magic tower, followed by a bang, and the wooden door shattered into several pieces.

"Who broke into my cave and disturbed my cultivation."

A middle-aged man in a red robe suddenly broke into the sight of the two.

This middle-aged man's eyes were blood-red, shining with a strange light. The same middle-aged man's hair was also blood-stained like fresh blood.

In stark contrast to the bright red hair, the man's face was strangely pale, without any color of blood.

"Are you a member of the Demon Sect who is hiding here and practicing the Demon Sect Blood Alchemy Dafa?"

"Hmph, old man and eldest grandson Wuji, you have been cultivating the magic method of blood refining in closed doors for many years. Who are you who broke into my territory without authorization?" The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Ye Cangqiong's Xingtian sharp blade, with a somewhat apprehensive expression on his face. color.

"So you are the master of the demon sect who was suppressed by the elders of Shaolin Temple?" Ye Cangqiong was slightly surprised when he heard Changsun Wuji's name. According to Ye Cangqiong's speculation, Changsun Wuji should be in the nine-story demon tower. , actually on the eighth floor of the magic tower.

"Hmph, how can those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple suppress my eldest grandson Wuji?" The middle-aged man burst out laughing, "If I hadn't practiced the Nirvana magic skill of nine lives and nine deaths, and accidentally got mad, my eldest grandson Wuji would have rushed to the throne a long time ago." Get out of this desperate place. Now, the curse of the nine-story magic tower has disappeared, and this is a god-given opportunity to escape."

"And you are the great tonic in the eyes of my eldest grandson Wuji."

The middle-aged man licked his lips with a bright red tongue, with a bloodthirsty look on his face.

The eldest grandson Wuji of the middle-aged man, his claws were condensed in the void, and the sharp claws shone with a cold light.

"Whoosh."

Changsun Wuji's figure moved, and he rushed to Ye Cangqiong as fast as a ghost.

Before Ye Cangqiong could make a move, Changsun Wuji's sharp claws had already landed on Ye Cangqiong's arm.

Beiming's magical power was running, gathering strength on his arm, Ye Cangqiong's arm shook, and only then did he avoid Changsun Wuji's attack.

"Hmph, boy is not bad. It seems that I underestimated you, but you won't live long, and soon you will become a cold corpse." Wuji swept his right leg and kicked it out with a strong side kick.

"boom."

Changsun Wuji kicked Ye Cangqiong's lower abdomen with his right leg.

Ye Cangqiong felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if he had been hit by a big hammer.

Ye Cangqiong couldn't help himself, and took a dozen steps back.

Stopping his retreat, Changsun Wuji's figure rose again, and in the blink of an eye, he came in front of Ye Cangqiong.

Changsun Wuji's paw prints swept towards Ye Cangqiong's face, and the cold wind rushed towards his face.

At this time, there was no time to draw his sword, and in a panic, Ye Cangqiong slapped out the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and the powerful palm technique clashed with Changsun Wuji.

Ye Cangqiong retreated again.

Changsun Wuji's ghostly figure also paused for a moment.

During the short five breaths between the two, they fought for no less than a dozen rounds.

Ye Cangqiong was retreating steadily, while Changsun Wuji was making great noise and kept attacking.

"I'm here to help you."

At this time, Xue Caifeng finally found an opportunity and joined the battle group.

However, Xue Caifeng only used three moves before being slapped away by Changsun Wuji's palm.

After a short chance, Ye Cangqiong finally pulled out the Xing Tian sharp blade, and Sen Han's sword energy shrouded Changsun Wuji's figure.

Changsun Wuji couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and Changsun Wuji narrowed his triangular eyes: "What is Xingtian sharp blade in your hand?"

"Exactly, Xing Tian Sharp Blade, you should feel honored to die under this artifact."

"You brazen fellow, although Xing Tian Sharp Blade is a divine weapon, most people can't exert its full power." Changsun Wuji sneered: "You can only exert [-]% of Xing Tian Sharp Blade's power at most, this level is not worth mentioning at all .”

"Really? Then I'd like to see what tricks you have to crack my Xingtian blade!" Ye Cangqiong swung his long sword, thousands of mountains and thousands of waves.

Two powerful sword moves in a row attacked Changsun Wuji overwhelmingly.

"Nine births and nine deaths, Nirvana Dafa, Blood Demon Divine Art."

Changsun Wuji stood motionless on the spot, Changsun Wuji's arms to protect his chest, and his whole body exuded a terrifying and bloody aura.

(End of this chapter)