Chapter 152: Destroying the Demon [Thanks to Alliance Leader Fanren 3109]

"Kill!"

Having said that, Yan Qingxian had already urged the flying sword to turn into a silver light and kill toward Lu Jinglong.

The other four, including the big-headed man, saw this and also released their magic treasures to kill toward Lu Jinglong and Lu Sanxia.

The big-headed man's magic treasure was the most strange and evil. A puff of bloody gloomy wind rolled up a bloody ghost claw and whistled toward Lu Jinglong.

The ghost claw was still in mid-air, and red blood qi kept escaping from Lu Jinglong's wound, being sucked and rolled away by the ghost claw.

Lu Jinglong's face became paler.

"Kill!"

However, Lu Jinglong knew he would die, so he was fearless. He roared sharply, and the yellow dragon banner was danced wildly by him, rolling up sand and dust all over the sky. A dragon was wildly twisting in the yellow sand, waving its sharp claws and huge body, killing toward a Yan Clan elder regardless of anything.

This Yan Clan elder was only at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, the weakest of the five.

"Looking for death!" Yan Qingxian saw that Lu Jinglong wanted to pull someone to be a cushion before he died, and shouted angrily. The flying sword couldn't take his life, but turned into a dragon to block the yellow dragon.

On the other side, the big-headed man had bloodthirsty fierce light in his eyes, and the ghost claw continued to whistle toward Lu Jinglong.

"Rip!"

The bloody ghost claw hooked onto the golden shield, the golden shield's light dissipated, and it was crumbling.

"Rip!"

The ghost claw hooked down again.

Lu Jinglong's face turned white, the golden shield's light completely dissipated, and it fell down.

"Haha, old guy, go to hell!"

The big-headed man let out a smug wild laugh, and the ghost claw hooked toward Lu Jinglong, who had no protection anymore.

Lu Jinglong's eyes revealed unwillingness and despair.

Just at this time, at the entrance of the karst cave, a dazzling blade light slashed toward the big-headed man's back from the air.

The big-headed man's heart suddenly rose with a warning, and thick blood mist rolled out from his body instantly, wrapping him tightly.

Almost at the same time, the ghost claw he grabbed toward Lu Jinglong also retracted.

"Hiss!"

The sharp giant blade transformed by force broke into the blood mist, as if it had slashed into thick skin and flesh, and as it passed, it made a harsh tearing and friction sound.

Xia Daoming's face changed slightly, and his eyes projected a decisive look.

He flew forward rapidly, narrowing the distance to the blood mist.

Force transforms into shape, killing from the air. The closer the distance, the fiercer the force, and the greater the power.

Almost at the same time, pieces of dragon-scale-like force armor had already covered his whole body.

"Rip!"

A sound of blade light cutting through leather armor and blood and flesh rang out in the blood mist.

"Ah!" A shrill scream followed.

The blood mist dissipated.

A figure fell out from it.

This person's blood robe was torn, and a blade wound deep enough to see white bones was exposed on his back.

The blade wound extended from his back neck to his upper buttocks.

Just as the figure fell out, a dragon roar sounded, and a dragon claw tore through the air, hooking toward his big head like electricity.

It turned out that when Xia Daoming slashed out with one blade, his left hand was already holding the Mysterious Dragon Spear and followed up with a stab.

However, just at this time, the ghost claw had already whistled over.

"Clang! Clang!"

The ghost claw and the dragon claw collided in the air, sparking groups of blood light.

Every time they collided, Xia Daoming seemed to feel a strange force tearing his qi and blood.

However, he was a figure comparable to a Grandmaster, cultivating qi and blood force. Not only was his spiritual sense powerful, but his qi and blood were also condensed and powerful, far inferior even to a peak Qi Refining cultivator.

The tearing of that strange force was at most like throwing a small stone into a calm lake, stirring up a few ripples, and it didn't cause much impact on his force.

On the contrary, the big-headed man had a deep wound on his back, and half his life was gone. As he urged the ghost claw, the terrifying force impacted his body through the ghost claw, not only making his true qi and magic power fluctuate, but the blood from the wound on his back also surged out wildly.

A sharp sense of weakness and pain spread throughout his body, making the big-headed man feel that his life was passing away rapidly.

Seeing the dragon claw blocked, Xia Daoming's right hand Black Tiger Blade slashed again from the air, and a black-winged tiger, like a black lightning, pounced toward the big-headed man.

Just at this time, a silver flying sword turned into a silver dragon and killed through the air, blocking the black-winged tiger.

However, Xia Daoming's force transformed into a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, shaking the stones of the karst cave to fall one after another, which was extremely fierce.

The big-headed man was already seriously injured. Even with Yan Qingxian helping to share the attack, the ghost claw was also killed by the dragon claw and retreated rapidly, blood dripped down constantly, and shrill ghost screams sounded constantly.

On the other side, Yan Qingxian was not having a good time either.

The black-winged tiger was not only fierce in force, full of killing blade intent that made people tremble, but also varied in the air and was extremely fast. Even though Yan Qingxian was a peak Qi Refining cultivator, he could only barely block it, let alone find an opportunity to counterattack. Even if time went on, it was estimated that the black-winged tiger would break through the direction and kill toward the big-headed man.

The big-headed man was now related to the survival of the Yan Clan. How could Yan Qingxian dare to let the black-winged tiger pass?

"Puff!" Yan Qingxian spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which turned into a talisman and fell on the silver dragon.

The silver dragon's light soared, and finally slightly turned the situation around.

"Grandmaster! No, you are not a Grandmaster! Who exactly are you?" Yan Qingxian spat out a mouthful of essence blood and roared angrily.

"Who I am is none of your business! People like you, scum and demons, should be killed by everyone!" Xia Daoming said coldly, his whole body full of killing intent.

"Haha, well said!" Lu Jinglong, who had survived the disaster, laughed wildly. While grabbing his intestines that were about to drag to the ground and stuffing them back into his broken abdomen, he danced the Huang Jiao Banner more wildly, joining forces with Lu Sanxia to block the other three Yan Clan elders.

Those three elders, except for one who was at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, the other two were at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, and their strength was not weak.

The most critical thing was that they were not injured.

And Lu Jinglong and Lu Sanxia were both seriously injured, and Lu Sanxia was only at the eighth layer of Qi Refining.

Now they had no strength to kill the enemy, and could only try their best to block the three, not letting them have a chance to help Yan Qingxian and the two.

Xia Daoming fought more and more fiercely.

"Damn it!"

The big-headed man felt his vitality passing away more and more rapidly, his eyes blood-red, projecting an incomparably crazy look, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Bang!"

The bloody ghost claw exploded suddenly.

As the ghost claw exploded, Xia Daoming's condensed and powerful qi and blood were finally shaken fiercely, and his force fluctuated.

Xia Daoming's powerful physique and meridians instantly suppressed the fluctuation of qi and blood force.

But just for a moment.

The exploded ghost claw turned into blood mist all over the sky, shrouding the dragon claw.

Almost at the same time, the big-headed man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but he had already turned into a blood-colored shadow, pouncing toward the altar not far behind him.

"Damn it!" Xia Daoming saw the big-headed man pouncing toward the altar behind him, a bad premonition rose in his heart, his whole body's qi and blood force surged, and he wanted to charge up.

But just at this time, the big-headed man grabbed the Fetal Heart Blood Pill on the altar, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty and unwilling look.

The Fetal Heart Blood Pill was not yet ready.

According to his plan, sacrificing the peak Qi Refining Lu Jinglong on the altar would make this Fetal Heart Blood Pill perfect, which could help him Foundation Establishment.

But now he couldn't wait anymore.

"Crack! Crack!"

The big-headed man bit and swallowed the Fetal Heart Blood Pill in two big bites, his mouth full of blood splashing everywhere.

As the Fetal Heart Blood Pill entered his belly, a terrifying force and vitality radiated from his body.

The huge wound on his back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You destroyed my Foundation Establishment plan, you are dead! You are dead!" The big-headed man felt the power and vitality in his body expanding rapidly, his true qi and magic power were constantly growing and condensing, as if they were about to condense into liquid droplets. His heart was full of crazy killing desire, his eyes blood-red staring at Xia Daoming, and he shouted crazily.

"Ah!"

While the big-headed man was shouting, Yan Qingxian let out a scream, his whole body flew backward, almost half of his shoulder and an arm soared into the sky, blood rain flying.

The big-headed man's face changed slightly, but then he revealed a crazy look, a puff of blood mist surged wildly from his body, and a ghost claw reached out from the blood mist, directly piercing through Yan Qingxian's back and grabbing his heart out.

"You!" Yan Qingxian turned his head with difficulty, looking at the big-headed man in disbelief.

The big-headed man showed his ferocious teeth covered in blood, and while stuffing his still-beating, steaming heart into his mouth, he turned into a blood shadow and continued to fly toward the karst cave entrance.

Xia Daoming chased after him.

A blood-colored flying sword killed out, turning into blood-colored sword shadows all over the sky, sealing all the dragon and tiger force Xia Daoming killed.

"I remember you!"

The big-headed man showed his ferocious teeth still hanging with heart blood residue to Xia Daoming, his eyes revealing bone-deep hatred.

Then he turned around fiercely and wanted to rush out of the karst cave entrance without looking back.

"Damn it, you guys get out of the way!" Lu Jinglong and Lu Sanxia saw this and revealed unwilling and hateful looks.

Just at this time, an incomparably fishy and smelly gloomy wind suddenly blew at the karst cave entrance.

Bursts of gloomy wind, gloomy clouds rolling.

Countless poisonous snakes were hidden in the gloomy clouds, shooting out overwhelmingly.

"Damn it! Who!" The big-headed man's face changed greatly, rolling blood mist surged from his body, turning into blood arrows all over the sky and shooting toward the poisonous snakes shooting overwhelmingly.

The poisonous snakes fell to the ground one after another, but more poisonous snakes shot over, sealing the big-headed man's way.

The big-headed man finally revealed a look of terror in his eyes. He was too seriously injured. Although he ate the Fetal Heart Blood Pill and his uncle's heart, he only recovered some strength. If he wanted to fight with Xia Daoming, this "Grandmaster" who suddenly appeared, he would surely die.

What's more, these poisonous snakes that suddenly appeared were obviously magic treasures of an evil sect!

The big-headed man was in a panic.

"Hiss!"

A tiger claw and a dragon claw had already torn open the blood-colored sword screen.

Rolling blood mist surged out, wrapping the big-headed man's whole body.

"Hiss!"

The claw transformed by force tore open the blood mist.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out in the blood mist.

The blood mist dissipated.

The big-headed man's back, which had been slashed by a blade, was split open this time, his upper body split into two from below his neck, blood spilling all over the ground.

As the blood mist dissipated, a black light shot toward Xia Daoming from the cave entrance and fell into his hand. It was a small black banner, which was exactly the Ten Thousand Snake Yin Soul Banner that Wu Rong and the previous generation of evil cultivators before him had painstakingly sacrificed for sixty years like a relay race.

PS: This chapter is to make up for the update to thank Alliance Leader Fanren 3109 for the alliance. There will be another update later.

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