World Wide Martial Art

Demon smiled sternly, revealing his white teeth, and then said another sentence to the altar. At the same time, he made a move with his palm, and a sword light suddenly shone in his hand, followed by a shrill scream. Situ

Ye Feng recognized it. It was Xiao Shaolong's voice.

Xiao Shaolong's cultivation was not weak, but under Chu Haiyu's sudden sneak attack, he was unable to counterattack at all. He slightly resisted Mozi's two swords, but the third sword pierced his heart and died instantly.

Xiao Shaolong was killed with one sword. Chu Haiyu quickly drew a rune pattern on Xiao Shaolong's face with his fingers, and then with a palm, he drove his body into the black bottomless pit. The originally dark and miserable At this moment, the miserable pothole suddenly burst out with a strange magic light, making the surrounding scene even more terrifying.

"There is no teleportation circle at all!"

"We were fooled. The little devil had bad intentions..."

"Nasi, I should have known that the demon sect's thieves had no good intentions and would have fought against them."

As a result, the righteous warriors had noticed something was wrong and started shouting loudly. However, it was not until this step that they discovered that Chu Haiyu had bad intentions. It was obviously too late.

After several explosions, the Moon Demon Saint also took action extremely quickly, and several warriors from the Righteous Path were involved in the palm force she sent out. Under the full attack of such a great master, most of the warriors from the Righteous Path were Without a chance to resist, his body fell into the pit and was instantly turned into mud by the black surging demonic energy.

The weird magic light became extraordinarily bright, emitting from the pitch-black bottomless cave, accompanied by bursts of incomprehensible Sanskrit singing.

"That's right, the holy object is right here. More blood and essence are needed to be sacrificed. Give it to me and kill it!"

Seeing this scene, Demon Chu Haiyu seemed to be mumbling to himself, but the joy on his face was not concealed.

The righteous people huddled together, and although they uttered vicious curses and curses, they were frightened by the violent methods of Demon Son and Moon Demon Saint in a short period of time, and no one was willing to step forward.

"Take action. If we don't work together to fight back, we will all be dead." Duan Mingkong in the crowd raised his arms and shouted loudly, looking around.

Are the people of the Demon Sect going to kill all the righteous warriors like them, and then use their essence and blood to open this altar and obtain the things that exist in the bottomless black hole?

"There is no snake!"

He, Fu Chuanwei and others looked at each other, raised his cuffs, and suddenly shot out a dark object, flying towards the face of the Moon Demon Saint at extremely fast speed.

Fu Chuanwei also gathered his energy in an instant, slapped seven or eight palms in succession, and launched a fierce attack on the nearest blood-robed messenger.

"Nine palaces and eight poles, sweep away the universe!"

The extremely powerful palm power was activated, so that the blood-robed messenger had no time to activate the defensive magic circle. When the light of the magic circle weakened slightly, the surging nightmare vines let out a shrill whistle, and the momentum surged.

Jue Mingkong knew that he was no match for either Demon Son or the Moon Demon Saint, so the black light he released turned out to be a long, dark, horned snake. This black snake on the ground floor is highly venomous and its body is stronger than iron stone. It is what he relies on to save his life. But now at this critical moment, life and death are on the line, and he can only cut off one of his arms to save his life.

Taming this black snake, Duan Mingkong paid a huge price, but if he could save his own life, it would be worth the money.

At the same time, several first-tier masters fought back with all their strength, including a poisonous monster. Even though Demon Chu Haiyu and Moon Demon Saint were extremely powerful, there was no possibility of defeating them in a short period of time.

Of course, Chu Haiyu didn't take this group of warriors seriously. What worried him was that once the blood-robed messenger could not control the defensive array, causing the nightmare vine to absorb the vitality and fertilizer here and grow, things would change. It would be extremely troublesome.

So at this juncture, Chu Haiyu could only take over Fu Chuanwei's violent palm power for the blood-robed messenger.

Just like a brief pause for one or two breaths, Duan Mingkong himself had escaped from the cover of the defensive formation and jumped into the sky.

"Crackling", a root of the nightmare vine followed closely, and Duan Mingkong slapped a palm with his backhand. The vitality contained in this palm instantly made the nightmare vine much stronger.

However, the nightmare vine that was quickly entangled finally slowed down a step. A branch stretched out to Duan Mingkong's feet, but instead became a stepping stone for him to use his strength. Duan Mingkong tiptoed, and the figure flew away from the high platform.

And when he landed on the steps, he suddenly heard a familiar scream in his ears.

Duan Mingkong turned around in shock, and was horrified to see that the great master Fu Chuanwei, whose strength was not inferior to him, was thrown upside down by Demon Zi's palm, and fell out of the defensive circle with blood spurting from his mouth. scope.

"Chichi..."

Countless nightmare vines attacked from all directions, some pierced Fu Chuanwei's body, while others entangled him tightly.

This powerful player in the first echelon was suddenly overwhelmed by the fiery red branches, with a horrified expression on his face, and his entire body was dissolved and corrupted like a popsicle.

Within a few breaths, the tall and burly body melted into nothingness.

At the same moment, the fiery red vines in that place all exuded a ruby-like luster and grew to a height of seven or eight feet. The violent aura that emitted was undoubtedly several times stronger than before.

Duan Mingkong was so frightened that he no longer cared about the life or death of the righteous warriors on the high platform. He jumped down the steps and hurriedly ran towards one of the corridors. The figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

On the high platform, Demon Chu Haiyu couldn't help but frown when he saw someone taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

Only he knew that if he wanted to break open the Demon Ancestor Altar and finally bring out the holy object, he must sacrifice the blood essence of twenty-four virtual realm masters who met his requirements.

Duan Mingkong is obviously one of them. If he escapes, it means that he cannot make up the amount and can only donate the blood of twenty-three righteous disciples.

The altar of the Demon Ancestor must be opened, and the Demon Ancestor’s sacred objects must also be obtained.

This means that he must kill a blood-robed messenger to fill the sacrifice gap.

But the blood-robed messenger is after all a master from the eight sects of the Demon Sect, and before, some of the blood-robed messengers who had different views on him had already been intercepted and killed by Chu Haiyu using various excuses. The eight here are basically They were all close disciples of the Moyuan Sect. After following him for a long time, Chu Haiyu was not yet cruel enough to kill these direct descendants.

The wisest way at this moment is to quickly capture Duan Mingkong...