Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Or there may be a lot of blood and an extremely evil aura.

Or there may be ghosts everywhere, resentment lingering, and the roar of the dead, like the so-called "Hundred Ghost Banner."

Or it may carry a sweet and fishy smell, and wherever it passes, everything turns green, obviously it is a horribly poisonous substance.

These are all methods that only demon cultivators can use.

It is conceivable how many lives they have killed during their practice.

"Well done!"

Anle laughed loudly, his blood boiling, and his joints felt like the roar of a dragon.

Then, he rushed forward and fought face to face with the demon.

******

Ji Zimo, who was in the crevice of the huge rock, stared at the situation on the field with a complicated expression.

"Why did he save me?"

If the ghost-faced man only came to seek revenge on the demon cultivator, there would be no need to kill the ghost baby just now.

"Could it be...he also wants to seize my bloodline?"

Life in the Demonic Sect made Ji Zimo mature prematurely.

It is difficult for him to trust others easily, and he does not believe that there is any kindness in the world without reason.

However, it is also a fact that the other party saved his life.

Not far away at this time.

Blood and smoke dance together.

The ghost shadow flew along with the air wave.

In the underground passage, rubble fell "shushuo" and the ground shook.

On the surface.

Under the siege of the demon cultivators, the Ghost-faced Man was at a disadvantage, as if he was suppressed by one powerful spell after another, making it difficult for him to fight back or get close.

Seeing this scene, Ji Zimo couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Even if it's the Ghost Face Man, he may not be a match for Shui Ningyan and the others."

As he himself came from a demon sect, he naturally knew how difficult his enemies were.

This group of demon cultivators are the elite of the Demon Sect.

If we only talk about the lethality of spells, they may not be as good as traditional monks, but all kinds of insidious and strange secret methods are emerging in an endless stream.

"The ghost-faced man is probably in great danger..."

******

Among the monks watching nearby, many had this idea.

Ghost Face is not the only one with a notorious reputation.

Soon they realized that all of these evil cultivators were murderers who had killed countless people.

The aftermath of the spell made people retreat.

"It seems that the Ghost-Faced Man is going to fail here."

A Foundation Establishment from the Moving Mountain Sect sighed, with a slightly regretful tone.

After all, the ghost-faced men are all monks from their territory.

On weekdays, I feel quite proud of it.

But that's all.

Gan Bing bit her teeth lightly: "Brother, I..."

"no!"

Before she could say anything, she was stopped by the people around her.

"Junior Sister Qian, don't be so willful."

"We are here for the Jade Tripod Fragments. There is no need to get involved in this kind of fight."

The senior brother said seriously.

"Besides, the ghost-masked man may not be a good person if he hangs out with the Demon Sect."

Dry Ice wanted to speak again.

But suddenly, a hoarse laugh was heard in the smoke.

"I have seen through all your magic!"

A demon cultivator with green hair and beard snorted coldly when he heard the words, and a green spiritual power spread out.

All the rocks and sand that came into contact with it were corroded into holes.

This is a poison that will kill ordinary people if they come into contact with it.

But this time, the ghost-faced man in front of him did not run away, but walked into the range of the spiritual poison without dodging or evading.

"idiot!"

The poison cultivator smiled and said, "You are actually courting death."

But the next second, his face changed drastically.

A stream of dark green and bright red smoke spurted out from the ghost armor.

The two or three demon cultivators closest to the enemy were immediately attacked.

His entire body began to be corroded by the toxin and soon turned into a pool of rotten flesh.

"You! How is that possible?"

Even without personal contact, the poison cultivator could still feel that the toxicity in the smoke was stronger than what he released!

"Didn't I say that?"

Anle said with a sneer.

"I have seen through all your magic!"

The reason why he was at a disadvantage just now was that he wanted to use the power of the demon cultivator to slightly forge his ghost armor.

By the way, I was also a little hesitant as to whether or not to demonstrate some abilities that I had never used before.

After all, the weirdness of those entries is not much better than that of the magic cultivators.

But after thinking about it, it seems that he was not a decent character.

So I let go completely.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody flame burned beside Anle.

Bloody hatred and heart flames!

The fire seemed to ignite the resentment accumulated in the underground river, making it particularly vigorous.

Balls of blood flames surrounded him.

Spin quietly.

The body was reflected in an even more hideous manner, and the cracked mouth looked extremely terrifying.

It’s like a demon...walking out of hell!

As soon as An Le stretched out his hand, the flames engulfed several streaks of scarlet streamer.

Even the howling ghost disappeared in an instant.

The spells used by other demon cultivators were like a drop in the ocean when used on him, with no effect at all.

"What, what is that flame?"

Shui Ningyan couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I don't know, but my Hundred Demons Banner is destroyed!"

If a magic weapon in the hands of a demon cultivator is stained with a little blood flame, it will be completely scrapped.

he shouted in fear.

"Could it be that in just a few moments, he has mastered our skills, and even... reached a higher level?"

"How can this be?"

Many demon cultivators found this ridiculous.

But apart from this, they couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared in front of him!

Blood flames attached to the sinking dragon, sweeping across with unstoppable force.

Smash a man directly in half.

Shui Ningyan was also frightened by this situation. She lost all desire to fight and said hatefully.

"Let's withdraw!"

******

The onlookers fell into a long silence again.

"Is he... actually that strong?"

Someone murmured.

"You fought against so many demon cultivators by yourself, and won?"

"There is such a spell? I have never heard of it!"

"Does he really have the ability to learn in battle? This is too incredible..."

in the crowd.

Dry Ice kept a close eye on both sides of the battle from beginning to end.

After seeing An Le's body bursting with flames of blood and blocking all the spells, her eyes suddenly lit up and she murmured.

"So cool... and so awesome..."

The ghost armor and blood flames shine together, creating a strange beauty.

Qian Bing thought of the heroes in the vernacular novels, who had scary looks but were full of justice, and who would stick to their moral principles even when they were not understood by others.

"The Ghost-Faced Man, should he be this kind of person?"

"I will understand you!"

The senior brother standing by sighed, feeling distressed.

"This little junior sister is becoming more and more troublesome."

******

not far away.

Ji Zimo was filled with shock, like an overwhelming sea.

"Blood and hatred?"

"Why is it the Bloody Heart Flame?"

His knowledge was far more extensive than that of ordinary monks, so he recognized this kind of fire.

But the problem is, this is clearly an ability that only evil spirits possess!

"Could it be that... the ghost-faced man is not actually a living person, but just a wandering ghost?"

Before he could figure this out.

The underground river beside me suddenly began to become turbulent.

The water became extremely turbulent.