Begin immortality by slaying demons

Shua! Shua!

Wu Jun's demon soul may not be able to fully exert the power of this stone.

But even so, its speed is still much faster than the other three great demons of the twelfth level of Return to Void, which is enough to prove how terrifying the thickness of its bloodline is.

More importantly, the stone is the most prosperous state of the demon.

The three turtle army generals who appeared were all familiar faces, and they were already in a state of old age.

In an instant, Wu Jun caught up with the two figures in front.

It jumped up brazenly, and the golden pattern on its body spread out again, exuding a mysterious aura, like an indestructible shield, blocking the two.

"Uncles, can't you see your nephew? Where are you going in a hurry?"

Wu Jun showed a grim smile, and the scar on his face opened and closed slightly.

But his clenched five fingers and the action of offering the golden pattern as soon as he came up revealed his inner uneasiness.

The cultivation level of the twelfth level of Return to Void is already considered a top-level strongman in Nanhong.

Going up, it was either the elder of the Immortal Sect or the famous monster of the Dragon Palace. At the very least, it was the trump card of the power guarding one side.

Against three alone, Wu Jun had no chance of winning.

But as a stone guard, even if it was broken here today, it had to buy enough time for its master to escape.

"No matter how good it is, it's just a dead thing. Why bother, Master Shen."

The third uncle of the turtle monster came from a distance without haste, staring into Wu Jun's eyes.

It knew a lot about spirit puppets. Behind this seemingly lively stone puppet, it must be Shen Yi who was controlling it.

As he spoke, the other two hunched figures also looked at him indifferently.

The next moment, the golden patterns spread all over the sky at the same time. The three of them used their magic power with all their strength, and undoubtedly forced Wu Jun back.

The dense golden patterns covered the entire mountain like a net.

"Hurry up and kill him. We still have something to do."

Compared to a fake sect leader who no one cares about, the real Taoist is more important.

The moment the hoarse voice spread across the sky.

Three figures disappeared at the same time, and the raging murderous intent had completely enveloped Wu Jun.

Back to the basics.

There was no huge momentum, and the monstrous demonic energy was all condensed between the sharp blades.

The terrifying demonic body that could make the immortal sect cultivators jealous, with every move, contained the power to move mountains and seas.

Crack——

Wu Jun made a dodging move for the first time, and the scarlet blade energy fell on his shoulder, tearing the mountain under his feet straight, and the whole land and water tilted rumblingly, as if it was about to sink into the water.

It didn't give it too much time to react.

A withered palm like an eagle's claw seemed to have calculated Wu Jun's reaction, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to reach his back fiercely.

If it were a normal cultivator or demon.

With just this palm, you can take out its heart.

Crack! Crack!

The equally old turtle demon retracted his palm, his eyes moved away from Wu Jun's pierced heart, and fell on the pile of gravel in his palm.

He squeezed it hard.

But he saw that the stone did not turn into powder, but squeezed out a pool of blood plasma.

It was pure and thick golden turtle blood.

It seemed to be made of stone, but in fact it was made of flesh and blood.

Just one glance, you can see the cruelty.

Such a strange scene made the old man narrow his eyes slightly: "I didn't expect that Sect Master Shen is still an evil cultivator. When he starts to fight, he is more ruthless than us demons. Do you want to consider joining the Dragon Palace?"

"Huh..."

Although Wu Jun's bloodline and cultivation have been improved, in fact, from experience, in front of these people, he is still the cucumber egg of the tenth level of Return to Void.

It is definitely not defeated.

But if the other party is willing to talk a few more words, it doesn't mind.

Anyway, what it wanted was nothing more than to give its master enough time to escape.

At this moment, the third person who had not appeared before quietly stood behind Wu Jun, stabbed his fingertips at the flaws between the golden patterns, and raised a sneer at the corner of his lips: "We are just joking, do you deserve it?"

Having killed so many lives in the turtle army, he still wants to join the Dragon Palace, daydreaming.

It is impossible for the surname Shen to have the opportunity to see the seven dragon grandchildren.

The three turtle generals showed almost perfect cooperation in their first attack.

This group of demons is the main reason why Ke Laoqi can hold his position firmly.

Boom!

It is obvious that his cultivation is high and his bloodline is also crushing the three people.

But Wu Jun was blown away by that finger again, as if he had no power to fight back.

At the same time.

The third uncle of the turtle clan has been holding a long sword diagonally, standing in the direction where Wu Jun fell, looking up indifferently.

It slowly clenched the handle of the sword with five fingers.

The demonic power as thick as blood plasma all flowed into the blade.

The whole sky was covered with scarlet, like the sunset at its peak, and the fierce aura was like the waves.

"..."

The third uncle of the turtle clan was stunned for a moment. The scarlet in the sky had its reasons, but it was not entirely.

The roar of the beasts was heard between the red clouds.

A towering Taoist palace stood in the sky, accompanied by nine demons. The scarlet figure sitting on the cushion opened his eyes and looked down.

As the stone skin peeled off, six brand new pillars appeared at the top of the hall.

On the pillars were faces that the third uncle was slightly familiar with.

It seemed that they had all been seen in the turtle army. They were all very good juniors. I remember that they were the ones who followed Wu Jun to Xuanyue City to welcome the bride.

They were all trapped in the Dao Pillar, and instead cast their ferocious eyes towards themselves.

Of course, the demon at the twelfth level of Return to Void could be stunned.

It must not be just because of a few juniors.

What really made his pupils shrink.

It was this seven-and-a-half-story Dao Palace, which was filled with a suffocatingly rich purple air.

There was no other color in the whole body.

It seemed that in the eyes of heaven and earth, apart from the Hongmeng purple air, there was no other gift that could match such a heavenly palace.

There were a full six purple intentions, and each one was far richer than normal people could understand.

What kind of darling of heaven and earth could have such a flawless Dao Palace.

In an instant, fairy music sounded around.

Purple air came from the east.

It surged towards the newly cast eighth floor.

At this time, Uncle San's eyes flashed with some doubts, and even the long sword he raised was unconsciously put down.

Just because the fairy music suddenly stopped, it was as if the heaven and earth were announcing their dissatisfaction, and the purple air... turned around and rushed towards him.

It was a golden-patterned turtle demon, but it could actually get the attention of the heaven and earth?

When had such a strange thing ever happened in Nanhong.

"Third brother! Get out of the way!"

The hoarse roars of the other two brothers rang in the ears of the third uncle!

It watched the purple air pass through its body, ignored it directly, and rushed to the back.

The hunchbacked old man finally reacted.

It quickly retracted the golden pattern to protect itself, and looked behind in horror.

Behind it.

A young man was hanging sideways.

The slightly messy hair swayed slightly, and on the white jade face, golden flames leaped, and the eyes were filled with purple-gold without sadness or joy.

The black shirt rolled up, and the last purple air was also taken into the body.

As the sleeves and robes rolled, the palm covered with silver-gray hideous wrist armor indifferently clenched the domineering dragon spear.

Under the blessing of the Greatly Completed Guixu Immortal Armor.

Tianyan 49 cooperated with the Azure Dragon Star-Breaking Spear to exert its full strength.

At that moment.

The Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan even had the feeling of looking up and seeing the desolate blue sky.

The purple-gold flame roared and swept, as if a brilliant rosy glow was ignited in the blue sky.

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar!

Puff--

Shen Yi calmly held the spear, and the spear body pierced the neck of the hunchbacked old man. The spear blade, like a dragon head, greedily swallowed the blood plasma.

Puff.

The Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan was still immersed in the blue sky that only it could see. Among the curling clouds, it seemed that countless pairs of high eyes were hidden, staring at it indifferently.

It knelt on its knees and the long sword fell out of its hand.

It even had the urge to kowtow, but it was held by the spear and could not bend its body.

Shen Yi casually drew out his spear, and the spear blade turned into a silver moon and swept past, chopping off the bewildered head.

With this action, it turned into two silent big words.

No need to be polite——