Chapter 1342: Killing the Evil Blood Demon

Zixuan secretly cast a spell: "Ding!"

The fat and strong man shuddered. The direction in which he was originally escaping was surrounded by blood mist, trapping him in mid-air!

The arrow from Ye Lingtian's Tribulation Thunder Bow easily hit him, exploding a wide range of lightning and annihilating him!

"Too weak! Bai Chang is so fat. If there is a mandrill beast king with such rough skin and thick flesh, why is he like this?"

Ye Ling shook his head and sighed, and looked at each other with Zixuan, understanding each other tacitly.

Behind him, Wang Shiyuan arrived in a wind eagle, but the three of them working together to deal with a Nascent Soul evil cultivator still made him a little uneasy.

Even the current Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator seems to be in a very wrong state. He holds his head and roars, and his bulging face like a toad is hideously distorted!

Wang Shiyuan said hesitantly: "Junior brother, as the saying goes, a hundred-footed insect is dead but not stiff! After all, he has a Nascent Soul cultivation level. Even if he goes crazy while practicing and goes crazy, with our strength, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with it. ! If you bump into him or get caught by him, you will either die or be injured!"

Ye Ling nodded slightly: "Senior brother is right! Anyway, I have the divine talisman in hand, so I'm not afraid of him struggling to his death! Why don't we observe for a while, what if he blows himself up and dies?"

Bang!

The Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving only the shrill screams that echoed in the deep valley for a long time!

Ye Ling coughed awkwardly, turned around and glared at Zixuan, and explained to Wang Shiyuan, who was completely dumbfounded: "Hey, senior brother, look! I was right after all! It seems that practicing martial arts has gone crazy. It's really terrible. !”

Wang Shiyuan didn't come back to his senses for a long while, muttering: "Terrible! It's too scary!"

At this moment, as the red mist on the mountains dissipated, Lu Binglan, Liang Yuzhu and Han Wanrong finally arrived holding the seven-star array!

When the three girls saw Wang Shiyuan on the wind sculpture, his face was confused, but Ye Ling and Zixuan calmly took up the shuttle and hurriedly greeted him.

Liang Yuzhu said eagerly: "Senior brother, junior brother, what happened? We saw the red mist filling the air, so we rushed over! This bloody scene was so powerful that we thought it was a spell cast by the Yuanying monks. Formation, I am afraid that you are in danger, but now it seems that everything is peaceful? "

Ye Ling smiled and said: "It doesn't matter! I made senior sister worried. We met three evil heretics here and had a big battle. Fortunately, we were not in danger! In the end, the toad-faced Nascent Soul evil cultivator went crazy and blew himself up and died. "

Wang Shiyuan composed himself and told the story again. Whether it was Lu Binglan, Liang Yuzhu or Han Wanrong, they all listened in shock!

"Is this happening?" M..

"Oh my God! You are lucky to have escaped successfully!"

"I just said that I noticed that the red mist formation was unstable on the way. It turned out that the evil cultivator of Nascent Soul was eager to avenge his brother and forced himself out of seclusion. After all, he went crazy!"

Ye Ling said calmly: "I have the divine talisman with me. No matter how much I cultivate the Nascent Soul, I will inevitably die! On the contrary, I fought with the black-robed monk and gained a lot. That evil cultivator is good at refining souls, expelling souls, and... Thousands of souls gathered ten feet of Dharma, and I spent a lot of effort to destroy him!"

Wang Shiyuan nodded: "I fought very hard with Fatty Fatty! These three guys are very strong. I don't know what their background is, and they are entrenched here? I heard from them that there are corpses in the blood pool at the bottom of the valley. They are extremely evil!"

After hearing this, Heavenly Secret Messenger Han Wanrong said thoughtfully: "Are you talking about the blood demon who was rampant in the Northern Wilderness forty years ago? I heard that he worshiped the old ghost of Netherworld and was the thirteenth member of Netherworld Cave Mansion. One of the famous ghost generals! When he was still a cultivator of the Golden Core, he killed many monks who had practiced in the Northern Wilderness. Now, I heard from you, he has actually cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage!"

Lu Binglan responded: "That's it! It must be the old ghost of the netherworld who helped him enter the realm of the Nascent Soul. This is not difficult for a ghost cultivator who transforms into gods! The god sealed the ghost cultivator of the netherworld, and his subordinates I escaped from the Netherworld Cave in advance, but I hid here! This must be the location of one of their three cunning rabbit caves."

Ye Ling nodded: "Yes, senior sister is right. It seems that the black-robed soul-refining cultivator I killed was also taught by the old ghost in the netherworld! No wonder he refined so many wronged souls."

Everyone figured it out and called it all a fluke.

When Liang Yuzhu saw the hundred-foot-long red python, which turned into a dark green color again, she couldn't help complaining: "Sister Zixuan, I'm not talking about you! The red python is full of treasures, and snake gallbladders are so valuable, yet you were poisoned again Oh, it’s such a waste of natural resources to let it be infected with poison!”

Zixuan said sarcastically: "Who knows how many people the red python has eaten? It's so cruel. You don't want to be such an evil monster!"

Wang Shiyuan rode the wind eagle and flew into the bottom of the deep valley to pick up the storage bags left by Yuanying Blood Demon and his two brothers. He soon came up with a face as pale as dirt and an angry look on his face: "Bottom The blood pool and the sea of ​​corpses are extremely cruel! You better not go in. This is the storage bag of the three of them. I want it. What else do you need?"

Ye Ling opened the storage bag of Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator, and with a sweep of his consciousness, his expression changed. He only took out a few jade slips, and then burned them with the fireball technique and burned them to the ground!

Wang Shiyuan didn't dare to shake off the black-robed evil cultivator's storage bag. He only glanced at it, held his nose, and burned it.

Tianji envoy Han Wanrong saw that both of their expressions looked wrong, so she knew that the blood demon thing must not be a good thing.

On the contrary, Fatty Fatty has accumulated a lot of spiritual stones and magic weapons in his storage bag, which is normal.

Ye Ling urged: "Okay, this matter is over! Let's dig out the ice spirit ore and leave this evil place! Go to the Netherworld Cave as soon as possible. It must be more evil there, not much better than here."

Han Wanrong said: "That's not entirely true! These three are obviously evil cultivators. It's not surprising that they practice soul cultivation and even eat people to practice martial arts! And in the Netherworld Cave, most of them should be ghosts, and the old ghost of the Netherworld has been operating there for hundreds of years, collecting the corpses and residual souls of countless monsters in the Northern Wilderness. It must be a treasure house."

Ye Ling nodded: "I hope so!"

But at the same time, he thought that the ancestor should have sneaked into the Netherworld Cave long ago, devoured ghosts, and strengthened his own soul. It is not certain how many residual souls he can leave! However, the ancestor would not be interested in the corpses of monsters.