"Yunlong, what are you talking about? Ming'er is dead!"

The air fluctuated, and a vast figure appeared beside the Fire Cloud Dragon, and this person was none other than the Fire King.

"Back to the ancestor, Ming'er's original name brand has been split into two, and it must have been more auspicious!" said to the Fire King with a gloomy face, as he said sadly.

"Hmph, Ming'er has the bloodline soul chasing mark under you, and the person who kills him will definitely not be able to get rid of this mark, the old man wants to see who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and actually dares to kill my hope for the future of Huomen. ”

At this moment, the Fire King was dripping blood in his heart, and he was very clear about the fact that Huo Yan was born with a Dao body, if nothing else, there would inevitably be another Divine Transformation Monk from the Fire Gate after a thousand years, and even impact a higher realm.

Now all the hard work has come to naught, and even the Fire Spirit Bead has been lost.

......

Now Wang An was barely able to use the Pangu Axe, and this time he used only one move to exhaust the ancestral witch divine power in his body.

After Wang An left, he once again found a place to recover from his injuries, and after a day and a night, Wang An came out of the retreat again.

At this moment, the blood and qi all over the body were surging, the face was ruddy, and the injuries on the body had completely recovered.

It has been three days since the closure of Shennong's secret realm, and this time without Xiaojin's help, Wang An frequently used the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers to find various elixirs, and the Hundred Herbs and Thousands of Flowers improved rapidly.

Today, when Wang An was picking a thousand-year-old elixir, a bright light suddenly rose thousands of miles in front of him, and finally turned into a phantom of vicissitudes of medicine in the air.

"Hey, this is the distress signal in the door, which one of the same people is in distress?" Wang An looked at the signal in the distance, and frowned slightly.

The next moment, Wang An directly put the elixir into the storage bag, and his figure was blurred for a while, flying towards the place where the signal rose.

......

"Guy, old fellow, if you don't tell their whereabouts, today next year will be your sacrifice day!" I saw that Qian Wuhen held the Blood Demon Sword in his hand and said gloomily.

In front of him was a Pentecostal monk with angular features, and he saw a deep scar on his chest, and his whole body was fluctuating.

"Haha, Demon Boy, don't you think! I have no greed for life and fear of death in Baicaomen. The False Dan Monk gasped and said solemnly.

"Hehe, then you just wait to try the taste of soul searching!"

Qian Henhen's eyes were cold, the demonic energy on his body was monstrous, and a powerful momentum suddenly surged, only to see him finger a little, and the blood demon knife in his hand flew into the air with a twist.

Demonic qi as black as ink flew all over the sky, and the dripping and spinning blood demon knife emitted thousands of sharp Dao rays, a momentum that destroyed the world and the earth, suddenly appeared around the false Dan monk of the Baicao Gate, and the next moment he suddenly couldn't move.

"Die!"

With a soft snort, the Blood Demon Knife spun around, and the demonic aura filled the sky, and the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth surged towards the other party.

"My life is at stake!"

The False Dan Monk of the Hundred Grass Gate closed his eyes in despair.

"Whew!"

"Clank!"

Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly a multicolored halo suddenly appeared in front of him, easily blocking the endless attack.

"Hmph! You are so daring, you dare to hurt my Baicaomen disciple. ”

A piece of green flashed, and the next moment Wang An's figure was revealed.

Seeing that there was no end, Wang An's anger was not at all, he was the one who disturbed his refining Shennong Ding in the Ten Thousand Poison Garden before, and he almost fell short.

Now that the enemies are seeing each other, their eyes are red, and a strong murderous aura suddenly swells up on Wang An's body.

Wang An pointed a little on his body, and the fake Dan monk of Baicaomen only felt that his body was loosened, and he suddenly regained his free body.

"Thank you Uncle Wang for saving your life!" After the other party saw Wang An, his face suddenly showed a hint of joy.

Wang An waved his hand and casually threw a healing pill to the other party.

......

"Haha, God treats me really well! There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, and you are unlucky to meet me today. Qian Wuhen coldly watched Wang An finish all this, and did not make a move to stop him.

"What do you mean by that?" Hearing that Qian Wuhen seemed to have something to say, Wang An asked a little confused.

"Uncle Shi, you go quickly! He wants to catch me, in fact, he just wants to know where the two disciples of Ying Piaopiao and Dongfang Ruyi are now, so as to lure you out, you shouldn't have come!" the fake Dan monk explained with a look of regret.

"You don't have to worry!" Wang An looked back at him and said with a calm face.

Spinning, Wang An turned his head to stare at the endless dry.

"Haha, the grace of a knife in the Ten Thousand Poison Garden some time ago, my Wang is still fresh in my memory, and today I will definitely return it a hundred times!"

"Haha, don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, if you obediently hand over that treasure today, this seat may leave you a way to live!"

"Hahaha, it's a mule or a horse that comes out for a walk! Baoding is on me, and I have the ability to come and get it. Wang An looked at the other party defiantly.

"Hmph, see the truth under your hands!" said the blood-colored long knife in his hand.

"Woo Woo!"

A knife roar echoed rapidly in the air.

I saw that the momentum on his body was rising steadily, and a strange monstrous demonic aura as black as ink surged from him in an instant, and a breath of silence rolled in.

Then there were words in his mouth, and the magic knife in his hand flew into the air in a dripping way, the magic patterns surged, the demonic qi was monstrous, and thousands of domineering and powerful sword qi slashed vertically and horizontally, cutting through the sky.

"This guy is really terrifying, no wonder he can easily crush the fake Dan monk!" Seeing the terrifying momentum on the other party's body, Wang An's pupils shrank violently, and he muttered in surprise.

The next moment, a dark yellow color suddenly appeared on Wang An's body, and countless mysterious runes the size of rice grains swirled in it.

A divine masculine, inviolable aura poured out of Wang An's body.

Then, Wang An played a few mysterious spells in his hand, and the multicolored mending stones suspended in the air once again surged with a strong multicolored halo, coexisting with heaven and earth, and the eternal immortal aura spread everywhere.

"Go!"

Wang An drank in a low voice, and the multicolored mending stone flickered, and the next moment it directly hit the Blood Demon Knife.

Spinning, his own figure blurred for a while, and the next moment with a yellow halo in the sky, he directly faced Qianhen.

The trick of opening the earth unfolded in an instant, and the overlapping fist shadows flew towards the endless sky, and a vast momentum of vicissitudes of opening the world rose to the sky.

"Boom!"

"Jingle Bell!"

A strong aura storm exploded in an instant, and after the deafening loud bang, the sound of gold and iron could be faintly heard.

The aura and demonic qi were intertwined, and a terrifying momentum of destroying the world came from the center, and the rolling waves of qi spread everywhere.

The dust was flying, and the earth was collapsing, like the end of the world.

"Whew!"

A figure turned into a ray of light and flew out a hundred feet away, and after a loud bang, the dust flew, and a terrifying humanoid crater suddenly appeared on the earth.

"Ahhh

A high-pitched cry came from beneath the ground, filled with endless rage.

"Wang An, I want you to die!" At this time, the scaly Qian Wuhen flew out of the pit, with endless resentment in his eyes.

"Boom!"

A pure demonic aura suddenly came out of Qianhen's body, his whole body shook strangely, and suddenly a pair of three-inch-long horns grew on his head, and a pair of ink-colored wings abruptly appeared under his ribs, and mysterious magic patterns spread all over his body.

"You...... You are a descendant of the Ancient Demon! This is the Ancient Magic Body. Looking at the endless spell casting, Wang An suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

In ancient times, the ancient demons of the demon world invaded the human cultivation realm, and the war of annihilation broke out between humans and demons, which shattered the heavens and the earth, and the Tao was chaotic, and finally the human beings repelled the ancient demons and began to live peacefully again.

In the later generations, the demon world invaded several times, but the power of the Heavenly Dao was isolated, and no large-scale war broke out after all.

It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, in order to compete for a treasure, the ancient demons once descended on all walks of life, causing a big war.

......

"Hahaha, who am I, you need to know this, because you will die soon!" Qian Wuhen felt the powerful blood force in his body, and said to Wang An with a smug face.

"I didn't expect that your Demon Spirit Sect actually had the remnants of ancient demons, and today I will do the right thing for the heavens. Wang An's eyes narrowed, and his face was a little moved.

Wang An'an moved, and the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique continued to operate, and the monstrous Xuanhuang forcibly forced back the weird and gloomy demonic qi.

The Colorful Heaven Replenishing Stone made a flash of inspiration, and once again fought with the Blood Demon Knife.

You come to me, in the blink of an eye, there have been more than 100 moves, and after the transformation, the strength of ** seems to be close to Wang An's ancestral witch chaos trick, and Wang An is not at all behind.

"Jingle Bell!"

Suddenly, under the attack of the Colorful Heaven Replenishing Stone, the Blood Demon Knife suddenly let out a roar, and then its aura dissipated.

At this time, the offensive in Qianhen's hand was stagnant, Wang An saw that the opportunity could not be missed, his fists went out to sea like a poisonous dragon, and slammed into his chest, his chest instantly recessed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

I saw Qian Wuhen staring at Wang An with a frightened face, and as soon as he picked up his magic knife, the next moment the wings under his ribs fanned, his body was blurred for a while, and he disappeared directly in front of Wang An.

"The east stream takes turns, next time I will kill you!"

The sky faintly echoed with the last words of the endless dry.

"Hmph, it's really a disappointment, I actually ran away!"

Wang An looked at the escaped Qian Endless with some surprise, Wang An was not much surprised by his escape, and now that he had seriously injured him, it was even more troublesome!

After Wang An put away the Colorful Heaven Replenishing Stone, he once again returned to the fake pill of Baicaomen.

"Senior brother, why did Qianhen chase and kill you?" Wang An asked coldly.