Chapter 642: The Weird Old Demon

The scene of eating the blood of the heart made the remaining cultivators around feel scared, and they witnessed the cruel methods of the demon cultivators even more.

This was completely not treating the enemy as a human being, and would slaughter and abuse them at will like livestock.

These cultivators were panicked and scattered, and the idea of ​​fighting in their hearts was defeated. The only thought in their minds was to survive.

"Hehehe, none of you can escape, just surrender and don't make any more meaningless struggles."

The other two Purple Mansion period demon cultivators were also ruthless.

Seeing these preys fleeing in all directions, they suddenly aroused a stronger killing intent and showed an extremely excited look.

The two demon cultivators used the black nails to slaughter crazily, turning into a cold black light, piercing through many mortals and cultivators, constantly collecting the blood of the heart, and working for the leader, the old demon.

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

"The group of flies from Xingzong will soon smell the scent and fly over. Although the two elders Xu and Liang are still in seclusion, if they send other Jindan cultivators to fight us, it will take some effort to fight. Let's fight quickly!"

The old demon urged, his body was pitch black, and his face was shrouded in a thick demonic aura, making it impossible to see his true face.

But many cultivators at the scene already knew that this person was one of the cultivators stationed in Honghufang City, named Miao Jianshu.

Miao Jianshu was a demon cultivator who had been hiding for many years and reached the Jindan stage more than a hundred years ago.

Over the years, he changed his appearance, annihilated the demonic aura with the magic technique "Mixing", disguised himself as a purple mansion cultivator, and took the pseudonym Miao Jianshu.

Disguised as Miao Jianshu, for more than 30 years, he became a guest elder of Chonglou and has been responsible for the garrison mission in Honghufang City.

Just before the incense stick, the old demon realized that his identity had been discovered by a Purple Mansion cultivator of Xingzong, and immediately attacked another cultivator stationed in the market, Wei Donghe, and mastered the market formation.

The control of this formation fell into his hands, and it immediately became a huge cage that sealed the sky and locked the earth. Even if a Jindan cultivator was trapped here, he couldn't escape for a while.

All the communication talismans, spells, etc. were blocked by this formation, and they couldn't send out help to the outside world.

At this moment, Honghufang became a purgatory on earth. The cultivators inside couldn't escape, and the cultivators outside couldn't get in.

Facing a Jindan demon cultivator and two Purple Mansion minions, the cultivator with the highest cultivation in Honghufang City was only at the peak of foundation building, and was no match at all.

In less than an hour, this originally bustling market was slaughtered and became deserted.

After slaughtering the last cultivator, the two Purple Mansion demon cultivators returned to the side of the strange old demon and handed over the black bag respectfully.

The two black bags each collected the blood of more than 3,000 people.

"With these blood, your magical power will be able to go a step further, and it should be no problem to refine the blood soul bead."

"By then, how could Xuan Yuanzi be your opponent? He would have to sacrifice his disciples and kneel down to beg for mercy, becoming a prisoner."

"Yes, the blood soul bead is known as the nemesis of soul-like magic weapons. With this thing, it is equivalent to firmly restraining Xuan Yuanzi. No matter how this jumping clown struggles, how can he be your opponent."

"Master, according to the agreement, after this operation, please help us remove the bone-eating heart curse."

The two sang in unison, flattering him.

The old demon took the two black bags, weighed them a little, and glanced at the two disciples with a smile.

"My good disciples, are you so afraid of the Bone-Eating Heart Curse? There is no need to be so. How can I harm you as your master?"

"I think we are still short of the last few drops of heart blood. You have to work harder."

"Once we have collected all the blood, I will set you free."

After hearing the previous words, the two demon cultivators looked at each other and subconsciously prepared to search around to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net and make up for the last few drops of heart blood.

But the last sentence of the old demon shocked the two of them. They felt that the word "liberation" sounded very strange and they always felt that something was wrong.

One of them was about to respond, and the next moment, he saw the old demon with a playful look on his face, squinting his eyes and looking over.

That look was like looking at a prey, which made people feel cold.

The demon cultivator had been secretly paying attention. He knew that the old demon's methods were insidious and vicious, and he killed people like flies. He immediately shouted in his heart that something was wrong and hurriedly pulled away.

But this approach was too late.

The next second, he felt a pain in his chest and looked down subconsciously.

He saw a black hand condensed by demonic energy ruthlessly piercing his chest and grabbing a blood-red beating heart.

"Hahaha..."

As expected, it turned out that he was just the nutrient to fill the last bit of blood in his heart. The demon cultivator suddenly laughed miserably and looked at the old demon with vicious eyes.

What about regaining freedom after the success? In front of this sinister master, it was just some lies.

"You are playing tricks on us..."

Seeing this, another demon cultivator was already frightened and wanted to escape by directly launching the blood shadow escape technique, but was caught by the old demon.

A cage condensed by demonic energy appeared out of thin air and locked the disciple in it.

Plop.

At the same time, the junior brother next to him fell to the ground, his eyes widened before he died, and his eyes happened to look over, his face full of unwillingness.

"Zhao Wugui, you are playing tricks on us!"

This demon cultivator, who was a senior brother, realized that begging for mercy was useless, and his fate would be the same as that of his junior brother, becoming the material for the old demon to refine magic treasures.

"You will not die well!"

He threw the jar into the ground, cursed angrily, and directly launched a self-destruction.

"Self-destruction? You are dreaming."

The old demon sneered and used the black hand magic in one step.

A black hand appeared out of thin air, and also grabbed the heart of the disciple with a puff, and it fell into his hand.

"You... You will not die well..."

When the demon cultivator died, he stared at the old demon viciously, and also died here.

Originally, the three masters and apprentices colluded to slaughter the entire Red Fox Market and collect the heart blood to refine magic treasures.

Now, it has evolved into a fight between the black and the black.

The old demon could refine the golden elixir, which inevitably led to his vicious means and cold-bloodedness. It was just a common thing for him to kill two disciples with his own hands.

In his view, there was no difference between disciples and livestock.

The day he began to recruit and train disciples was to prepare for the future possession of bodies, or to practice and refine magic treasures.

He was also a disciple at the beginning.

If he and several junior brothers had not seen through the master's captive plan in advance, they would have worked together to carefully plan for decades.

Finally, they found an opportunity and launched a sneak attack when the master was seriously injured and in seclusion, and completely eliminated the master.

Otherwise, the end would be the same as these two disciples.

When the demon cultivators become ruthless, sacrificing disciples and Taoist partners is already commonplace, and they will not really teach their methods to their disciples, lest they become prey in turn.

"My good disciples, don't blame me, isn't this the liberation you want, hehehehe..."

As the black mist dissipated, the strange old demon turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared, leaving only corpses on the ground and this dead market.