Shen Yi did not advance rashly, but instead waited quietly in his original position.

  In the past at Zhenmo Si.

  He received an important message.

  That's Xiao Yao Wang's Red Cloud Treasure, it can actually be faster than his own full-powered Xiang Yang Wind Chant.

  This comes from Jiang Qiulan's judgment.

  Moreover, after personally experiencing it once, the other party still did not change this view.

  About two days later.

  Ah Qiang and Wu Feng finally arrived, but the two did not know how to teleport, so they had to navigate through the mountains and forests, and also spend their minds on using the Introspection Technique and Shape-shifting Technique to avoid drawing more attention from demons.

  "We will set up the golden treasure in advance and after it's all set, we'll send a message to you through the bell."

  The two Golden Bell Catchers' breathing techniques were well-practiced and rich in experience, even with some emotional turmoil, their breath didn't leak out at all.

  Shen Yi watched as the two of them approached the distant mountain range.

  This method is obviously more advanced than mine, I'll ask again when I get back.

  Up to now.

  He closed his eyes and let his whole body be in its most perfect state.

  “……”

  Jiang Qiulang stood with his hands hanging down, quietly adjusting the evil energy in his inner dan.

  The piercing sunlight at the horizon gradually softened and transformed into a reddish glow along the mountain ridges.

  Suddenly, the silver bell at Shen Yi's waist slightly trembled.

  "Get moving!"

  In an instant, a jade dragon dozens of feet long roared out, carrying boundless chilliness, causing everything around it to become stagnant. Countless handles of dark ice swords converged to form the dragon's body, which coiled and spun with sharp blades layered on top of each other, emitting metallic vibrations like scales.

  Arrogant

  Only the piercing sword hum remained, and the vast killing intent instantly spread.

  Mystic Ice Jade Dragon's majestic voice thundered towards the distance!

  At the same time, a giant scarlet sword accompanied by the sound of dragon and tiger roars broke through the killing intent, wrapped in overwhelming demonic power, and also burst out in that direction.

  Shen Yi vanished into thin air in an instant.

  Reappeared when it has come to the top of the waterfall cliff, under the Sen Han Xuan Jia, the Qian Yuan Chang Dao quietly unsheathed, the hilt was tightly grasped in his palm, and the thick black fog swirled along the arm armor.

  He held the knife in both hands and placed the blade horizontally in front of him.

  Her eyes gazed calmly at the valley below.

  The next moment, Xuanbing Yulong and Hongda Jian slammed down fiercely, as if to tear the valley in two.

  Rumble!

  Smoke and dust filled the air, with flying debris everywhere.

  A loud roar echoed from within: "Jiang Qiulan!!"

  Right behind, a gigantic figure about 8 zhang high suddenly rose into the air. Under the sharp ox horns, a frightening face was distorted at this moment, and the huge eyes were filled with raging flames.

  It was like a high-rise building, with broad shoulders and muscles all over its body, covered in blood, with gaping wounds all over its body, and even covered with dark ice frost.

  Under this magnificent figure.

  In the distance, Ah Qiong and Wu Feng maintained their spell while subconsciously shrinking their pupils.

  The two people's impression of Xiaoyao Wang was still stuck in the last time they ambushed him.

  It's been many years since then, and the opponent's momentum has increased by several times compared to before. What kind of talent and bloodline is this, to achieve such a terrifying leap in realm?

  The Little Demon King held a ring-headed great knife in his hand, opened his big mouth and let out another roar!

  A black shadow suddenly appeared in sight.

  A thick black fog rolled down from above, a knife edge swept over its top, and a dazzling green light burst in the air!

  A thin line of blood extended from between his eyebrows downwards.

  Then it quietly collapsed.

  A huge gash ran from the face of the Little Demon King all the way to his heart.

  It raised its giant blade and swung it forward with all its might!

  At the moment of the big knife's arrival, Shen Yi held the long knife upright with one hand and supported the blade with the other. Within his double arms, there were seven heads of immortal monsters' strength, bursting forth from his palms simultaneously.

  Clang!

  At that moment when the powerful force was transmitted from the big knife, the little demon king dared not to be arrogant, and hurriedly held the knife with both hands, biting his teeth and pressing towards the young man.

  Like a precipitous cliff, the Ringing Blade clashed with the three-foot-long Abyssal Strike.

  The little demon king's body burst out with a crimson demonic energy, ferocious and endless, illuminating the sky!

  In an instant, within Shen Yi's dark armor that was emitting a black glow, there was also a crimson demonic energy soaring into the sky!

  The originally quiet valley has suddenly turned into a haunted prison.

  "It's you!"

  The ox demon's voice was loud and clear, and he finally saw the face of the sneak attacker.

  After a slight astonishment, I finally reacted and realized that I had seen him before.

  At that time, this person was standing behind Jiang Qiu Lan. In the instant when Bai Lu caught up, he escaped by some means of teleportation.

  But now, even if he used all his strength, he couldn't press the big knife in his hand down by a single fraction.

  Among these sparks and stones.

  Xuanbing's Seven Killings Sword Intent gathered once again into a Jade Dragon, tearing out from behind the Little Demon King!

  The ox demon's thick and sturdy back, like a casting of fine iron, was instantly torn off a thick layer of flesh and blood under the jade dragon's attack.

  "Ah!"

  The little demon king let out a painful howl.

  It couldn't figure out how this group of people found their own... Jiang Qiulan, and this young man with unmatched strength.

  "Sneak attack on me? Shameless!"

  A thick red mist emerged from his body and transformed into a cluster of crimson clouds beneath him.

  The little demon king couldn't see it clearly, this was a sneak attack that had been prepared for him.

  It rode on clouds and was about to leave, just as it rose into the air, a golden net fell from the sky, tightly covering its entire body.

  Ah Qian and Wu Feng quickly pinched the law, and immediately the two pulled the ends of the golden net, mobilized the Tao fetus in the inner elixir, the breath was full, and suddenly pulled the Cow Demon down a bit.

  "Let go of me!"

  The little demon king was finally thrown into a moment of panic, the long knife in his hand waving wildly, trying to cut off the golden thread.

  The golden threads seemed to be not special in material, but the golden light covering them played a role. Even the ring-shaped great knife that had never been at a disadvantage when facing the abyss was now unable to cut open the dense golden threads.

  The light had merely dimmed slightly.

  As a result, Ah Qiang's face turned pale, and Wu Feng even spat out a mouthful of blood.

  No wonder he dares to call himself the Little Demon King, his strength has already far exceeded the level that a Nascent Soul cultivator should have.

  Xuanbing Yulong made his third attack.

  Before that, the young man in black armor had already made a move. His body suddenly rose up, his right leg chopped down in mid-air, and with the help of Xianyao Jiutuo and Jiaomo's power, he even used Qingguang and Daotai.

  Long legs like a knife and hammer, with a loud crack, cut off the thick cow horn, then heavily fell on the little demon king's head.

  A dull sound echoed all around!

  The little demon king's hand holding the knife suddenly went limp and fell down, his eyes were dull, and his huge majestic body stumbled backwards.

  In an instant, Xuanbing Yulong followed closely and tore open its abdomen.

  The collapse of Niu Mo's thunder shook the surrounding mountains and valleys.

  She stared with wide eyes, fixedly gazing at the woman walking from afar: "Jiang Qiulan... Jiang Qiulan..."

  The little demon king had never felt so angry.

  It emphasizes fairness and has long been able to break through the boundary, but still wants to truly defeat the opponent with the same boundary strength.

  But now she is bringing people to ambush her injured self.

  Ah Qiang stared at Niu Mo, but in her heart, there was no ripple.

  It may be righteous, but when it comes to devouring the entire city of Qingzhou and its people, there is no mercy.

  Four hundred years, seventeen cities and counties.

  The lives of tens of millions of people must be accounted for!

  At this moment, Niu Mo lay on the ground, gradually revealing a strange smile: "Since you want to play like this, actually my king's home is quite spacious."

  Before his words had fallen, a copper mirror quickly drilled out of the golden silk net.

  This thing rises with the wind and hangs in the sky, like a big sun!

  (End of chapter)