The little sword approached the Ancestor Demon Slay, and he saw that there were several light spots on the little sword's body, and in a trance, the white light quickly flashed from the light point of the small sword on the left, shooting into the light point corresponding to the small sword on the right, and the little sword on the right fed back the light from another point of light.

The small sword on the left, there are five points of light on the sword, and there are four on the right one, but the moment it doesn't react, several points of light up one after another, and the white light has already run a distance.

The two small swords flew past the ears of the flying sword, swirling in the air, and almost instantly returned to Jun Mad's hand.

Jun Mad let the two small swords enter the ranks, and watched amusefully as the demonic qi on the head of the Ancestor Demon was cut to pieces, and black blood flowed out of several blood lines.

At this time, he saw the other party's honor clearly.

As Jun Mad said, the other party's appearance is not very elegant. The face was full of bulges, some of which even broke and pus, and the crusted skin next to it was pitted. The facial features are squeezed and deformed by the swollen bag, and it looks like the mouth and nose are crooked.

It was almost impossible to find a single piece of intact skin from the face of the Ancestor Demon of Slayer, and there was some on the side of the face, which was dry and thick, as if it had existed a long time ago.

In addition to his growing and deteriorating bark-like face, he also had one eye that seemed to be blind, and his hair and eyebrows were almost completely lost, and a few sparse ones were better than none at all.

As the Ancestor Demon himself said, he was indeed ugly, and now he had a few wounds cut by the white light, and the black blood line looked even more terrifying.

Jun Mad squinted slightly, looked at the other party, and found that the so-called ugliness was just acquired, and this person's original appearance should not be bad.

"Your realm has reached the Demon Ancestor, can't this body be cured?" Jun Mad asked casually, not expecting the other party to answer.

"I didn't look outstanding originally, but for some reason, I was infected with an unbreakable curse, and now this face has followed me for thousands of years, and I don't want to cure it when I break through the curse recently." He was ridiculed for his appearance, and now that he was strong enough, he didn't want to be involved with those who judged people by their appearance.

The idea of killing the ancestral demon can be somewhat understood by Jun Madness. He and the Ancestor Demon were both strictly one kind of person—far removed from the crowd. His only advantage is that he has a friend like Huo Jiujian, who often talks to him to help him explain, otherwise I am afraid that his personality will be as yin as a demon who kills the ancestors.

What surprised Jun Mad even more was that after being cut by the light, the Ancestor Demon seemed to have only suffered skin injuries.

"Your trick is good, it's a pity that I'm a demon cultivator." The Slaughtering Ancestor Demon laughed, and turned his hand with a demonic qi that approached Jun Madness. He didn't even mean to use the two guns in his hand at all, it was more like he was testing Jun's crazy skills.

A powerful demon cultivator can even turn his body into demonic energy, diluting it infinitely, and even losing his last sense of existence. However, among these demonic qi that resemble fine dust, there is a part of it that is like a core, and as long as the demonic cultivator needs it, it can quickly take this piece as the center, condense it, and restore the original body.

This ability, although not as good as the teleportation of Jun Madness, is also difficult to deal with. What's more, the realm of returning to the truth is also the so-called realm of human gods, and monks who step into the realm of human gods will inevitably have a supernatural power that is consistent with their own body - even if it is a demon cultivator.

Under the condition of not knowing what the other party's magical powers were, Jun Mad did not dare to act rashly.

He used six small swords, from six angles, front, back, left, and back, up and down, to surround the Ancestor Demon in it. At the same time, six white rays of light shot out from the galaxy behind him, shuttling back and forth among the bright spots, almost beating the Ancestor Demon into a sieve.

In just an instant, the other party's body returned to its original state.

Jun Mad didn't dare to be careless and took back the little sword. With his right hand pinching, the stars swirled, and several stars flashed one after another, and a bucket-thick white light shot out to kill the ancestral demon, opening a big hole in his chest.

However, as if he couldn't feel the pain, the black and purple demonic qi flowed into the big hole, and soon filled the big hole in his chest, and the chain armor was restored to its original state.

'It's not easy to deal with......,' Jun frowned inconsiderately.

'Master. I could feel that the demonic energy was weakening, but it was minimal, and our consumption was even more. Qingsi reminded.

Jun Mad bowed slightly. Of course, he understands that no small sword can not be used at will, whether it is Qingsi or Zhaoying, it is accelerating the consumption of his Xuan power, and after using the small sword, it needs a period of time to cool down, and even if it can be used continuously, the damage of the sword itself is very large.

There are only a few ancient famous swords, and they can't be started casually, so they can't be used.

'What to do?' The blade pierced through his body, it was useless to him, and I could even feel the blade being weakened so badly as if the energy in it had been absorbed. Shadow asked in a deep voice. The previous attack was their best joint attack, but it didn't pose much of a threat to the Ancestral Demon at all.

'Don't rush yet. Let's take a look at the situation first, and I'll let you rest later. 'Jun Mad has made up his mind.

Combining the words of green silk and illumination, the energy contained in the light will be absorbed. What can be used and absorbed is meditation.

It is not impossible to die first, and then cultivate demonic skills after turning to meditation.

Just the Demon Ancestor and the use of space are tricky enough, plus the Ancestor Demon may still be a cultivator, and there are still two magic spears in his hand, Jun Mad is about to lose confidence in himself.

With a wave of his hand, the remaining ten small swords flew out together, eight of which would form a cube, surrounded by the Ancestral Demon Slayer, and the last two were flying.

A wrist-thick white light shot out from behind Jun Mad and slammed into a flying sword on the outside, which acted as a medium and began the flow of light.

However, in an instant, the body of the Ancestor Demon was sliced to pieces, and the whole body disintegrated in the air, scattering to the sand. Jun Mad pinched his right hand again and again, and white light continued to flow out of the galaxy behind him, sweeping among the fragments, and finally a white light scattered and wanted to hit the large fragments, and he didn't even want to leave the scum behind.

The continuous attacks consumed a lot of Jun Mad's Xuan power, and he knew that it was impossible to hold on for too long with his own Xuan Power reserves, so he had already prepared the spar condensed by the aura of heaven and earth, and crushed two pieces in the air. Part of it is used to replenish the Xuan power consumed by the green silk and the shadow, and part of it is absorbed by the two swords.

"Come back." After a round of attacks, the two swords should not be used for the time being. When the white light dissipated, Jun Mad put away his sword and was vigilant.

The aura of heaven and earth around him flowed, and he didn't let go of even the faintest light change. The mental tension lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Right where he had fought before, a black vortex formed under his feet, and countless black needles shot out from the vortex.

(End of chapter)