Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

Outside the Moyuan Sea, in the territory of the Merman race.

At this moment, Mo Yan and Xue Sha were trapped in a immense hurricane. Tens of thousands of ice cones constantly stabbed at them, causing them to groan and retreat.

"Damn it! Where did this Feng Qi come from? He actually has so many heaven-defying magical treasures!"

Mo Yan cursed, constantly dealing with the ice cones stabbing from all directions.

"Damn it! We can't continue like this! With so many ice cones around, it's only a matter of time before our stamina is exhausted! You and I must work together to find a way to break out of this hurricane!"

Xue Sha roared, his hands emitting bursts of scarlet light, constantly sending out blood blades to shatter one ice cone after another.

Outside the hurricane, Chen Xuan stood on top of the injured Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon), surrounded by several disciples of the Hengmo Sect, all looking at the red-clothed youth in the distance with fearful eyes, protecting their young master.

"The situation is not good! I was really careless! I didn't expect this Feng Qi to be several times stronger than I imagined! At this rate, Mo Yan and Xue Sha will die in his hands sooner or later! Perhaps now, I can only temporarily avoid his sharp edge!"

Chen Xuan's thoughts arose in his mind, his expression solemn, and he quickly issued instructions to the Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon) under his feet.

In the next moment, the Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon), with a length of tens of unit of length, approx. 3.3 meters, turned its direction, and its huge body waved in the sky, stirring up bursts of airflow, causing the sea below to become turbulent, creating a lot of noise!

"Want to run? What does young master Chen mean? Since you're here, then stay!" Ning Lu's eyes were cold and stern, and he shouted loudly. Then, he looked at the two faint figures in the hurricane, his face filled with killing intent.

"You two don't need to struggle anymore, the small skirmish is enough! Next, I will get serious and send you two on your way!"

Ning Lu's magnificent voice echoed above the entire sea area. With a slight thought, his eyes instantly became extremely scarlet, and he immediately launched mind demon induction towards the two in the hurricane.

"Ah! Ah!"

Bursts of wailing came from the hurricane. The minds of Mo Yan and Xue Sha were instantly devoured, their hand movements stopped, and their expressions became dazed manic.

In an instant, the densely packed, tens of thousands of ice cones in the hurricane were like a hail of bullets, statically stabbing towards the two who had lost their minds.

In just an instant, the bodies of the two were torn into pieces, blood splattered across the sky, limbs and bones, body fragments scattered.

The immense hurricane dissipated, and the figures of the two completely disappeared, with no trace of aura left!

The group of merfolk in the distance, upon seeing this scene, were extremely astonished, and the feeling of surviving a catastrophe welled up in their hearts.

"Is this the real strength of Lord Feng Qi? In a single breath, he can kill two Yuanying(元婴: nascent soul) cultivators with his bare hands!"

"It's truly terrifying!"

"With Lord Feng Qi here! Presumably, even the Hengmo Sect will not be able to do anything to us!"

"Lord Feng Qi is mighty! Lord Feng Qi is long live!"

The group of merfolk shouted, their eyes looking fervently at Ning Lu's stalwart back.

At this moment, Chen Xuan was already stepping on Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon), his figure as fast as lightning, speeding across the Moyuan Sea, fleeing.

"Damn it! These two useless wastes couldn't even hold on for that little bit of time!"

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth, glancing back at Ning Lu, who was powerful.

"Young Master Chen, don't run! Even if you had two wings today, you wouldn't be able to escape my palm!"

Ning Lu's words hit the hearts of everyone present.

The disciples of the Hengmo Sect stood blankly in place, trembling all over. To protect their young master, they couldn't run, nor could they stay!

In the next moment, a golden flying sword darted out from Ning Lu's sleeve, like a thunderbolt, containing immense power, and fiercely stabbed towards the stunned Hengmo Sect disciples.

In an instant, wherever the flying sword passed, not even a blade of grass grew, flesh fragments flew, the bodies of several people became unrecognizable, with no trace of aura left, and heavily dropped into the ocean below.

At the same time, Ning Lu's figure was like a fired from a gun的炮弹(炮弹: cannonball), turning into a streak of crimson, speeding through the sky above the sea, stirring up bursts of airflow, whipping up streaks of monstrous waves, chasing after Chen Xuan.

At this moment, Ning Lu and Chen Xuan were tens of miles apart.

However, even so, Ning Lu abruptly darted to Chen Xuan's back in just a few breaths.

Chen Xuan's eyes were terrified. Seeing that he was about to be caught up, he hastily shouted.

"Feng Qi! I advise you to stop now! My master is the Molong Zhenjun(墨龙真君: Black Dragon True Lord)! The overlord of the entire outer Moyuan Sea! My wife's master is also Lord Xueyi(血衣: Blood Robe)! Also a Yuanying(元婴: nascent soul) high-level cultivator! If you dare to kill me today, you will surely die without a burial place in the future!"

"Humph! If they dare to come, I will kill them together!"

Ning Lu's eyes were disdainful, his tone cold, his figure still without stopping, waving the golden long sword in his hand, and heavily chopped towards the huge Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon).

"Master, save me!"

Seeing that tactic of provoking was ineffective, Chen Xuan immediately took off the jade pendant from his neck, grabbed crushed it, and hoarse shouted for help resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the jade pendant burst forth immense的能量(能量: energy), immediately blasted Ning Lu, and the golden long sword in his hand, away.

"As expected! This Chen Xuan is, after all, the young master of the Hengmo Sect, and must have left a trump card!"

Ning Lu's figure flew backwards tens of unit of length, approx. 3.3 meters before barely stabilized his figure, but he had expected this, and there was no fear on his face.

In the next moment, only a magnificent voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

"This little friend, I heard that you want to kill me? I would like to see, how much do you weigh? How dare you speak wildly?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the buildings within a hundred miles began to shake violently, and the calm seawater began to become turbulent, stirring up bursts of waves.

A huge Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon) with a pitch-black body, hideous, and a length of fully a hundred unit of length, approx. 3.3 meters descended from the sky, with hard的鳞片(鳞片: scales), riding the clouds, and directly appeared before everyone's eyes.

And on top of the Mo Long(墨龙: Black Dragon)'s head, stood an old man wearing a black robe, with a cold gaze and white hair hanging to his waist.

"Master!"

When Chen Xuan saw the person, his face immediately became excited, and he respectfully bowed to the old man made a cupped fist salute.

The old man heard the words, just slightly nodded, then his gaze fixedly fixed on the red-clothed youth in front.

Ning Lu and the old man met each other's eyes, and sternly said.

"You are the famous Molong Zhenjun(墨龙真君: Black Dragon True Lord)?"

"Famous is not! But just a demonic cultivator! On the other hand, little friend, you have been in the limelight recently! If I don't show up again, you might turn my entire Hengmo Sect upside down?!"

Molong Zhenjun(墨龙真君: Black Dragon True Lord)'s words were calm, the two met each other's eyes, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly tense.