Chapter 542 Frog in the Well

The shadow on the disk gradually condensed, and it took enough time for a cup of tea to slowly turn into a human figure.

A handsome man in flowing white clothes, with a slim build and whose general appearance was hidden under a mask, stood so far away on the disk a few steps away from the five people.

"Using the monks trapped in the secret realm as bait to trick you brainless monks into coming one after another to die. It's really tried and true!"

The man in white stood with his hands behind his back, a playful arc on his lips, and sarcastically said in a voice that was neither male nor female.

"Are you the evil cultivator who controls this secret realm!?"

The Great Elder was closest to Yuanpan, so the impact he received was naturally the greatest. At this moment, his face was pale, and he looked like he had completely exhausted his spiritual power.

But even so, he still stared at the man in white and asked questions word for word.

Hearing his words, the man in white snorted coldly and ignored the great elder's plan. Instead, he turned to look at Zhou Yiqiao aside.

"I thought this time I would be like before. The monks I lured here all had the same feeling of weakness. I didn't expect that this time I actually caught a big fish!"

"Not bad! Very good! As long as I refine you into blood food, I can advance to the peak of Nascent Soul and become the only peerless powerhouse in Yanzhou!"

Facing the crazy declaration of the man in white, Zhou Yiqiao showed no fear.

He just looked at the man in white indifferently, his eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to see through the mask the man in white's true face.

"Who...are you?"

Zhou Yiqiao asked calmly, buying time for his spiritual power to recover.

Although this person has become more powerful since his appearance, judging from his few words and the strength he displayed, he is a typical Yanzhou monk who has never opened his eyes to the outside world of immortality.

His foundation is insubstantial and his strength is mediocre. Although he has cultivation in the late Yuanying stage, his strength is only at the level of the middle stage of the Yuanying stage.

As long as the spiritual power in Zhou Yiqiao's dantian can be restored, he is confident that he can take this person by surprise and completely defeat him within ten moves.

However, Zhou Yiqiao knew that the more this happened, the less impatient he could be. Because at this time, any omission would bring him fatal danger.

"Hahahaha!"

The man in white seemed quite proud. After hearing Zhou Yiqiao's question, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I am the disciple of the old blood-sucking devil, the blood-sucking devil. Please remember my title clearly so that you can be a wise man on the road to hell!"

After he finished speaking, a strong bloody aura spurted out from the nose of the man in white, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

"No! Hide quickly!"

Seeing the figure of the man in white suddenly disappear, the great elder suddenly shouted loudly.

But it was too late.

Although the three Netherworld Sect elders immediately retreated after hearing the Great Elder's warning, how could they with exhausted spiritual power compare to the Blood-Eating Demon King who was in perfect condition?

I saw a scarlet blood light passing by, and the three elders screamed and fell out. They rolled far on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Looking at their chests, a huge hole had appeared, and blood was flowing out, dyeing most of their bodies red.

"what!"

The heart-rending screams came, but Zhou Yiqiao turned a deaf ear. While quickly retreating to distance himself from the Blood-smelling Lord, he stuffed a large handful of pills into his mouth.

The nine-turn reincarnation skill was operating at a rapid speed. He completely ignored the bursts of severe pain coming from the meridians throughout his body and quickly restored the missing spiritual power in his Dantian.

As early as the moment the Blood Demon King appeared, he regarded the four elders of the Netherworld Sect, including the great elder, as a burden. Naturally, it was impossible for him to be affected by the death of several people.

He even didn't mind using these burdens to buy more time for his own survival.

"Great Elder, buy me a stick of incense. After one stick of incense, I am 90% sure to kill this evil cultivator!"

While frantically swallowing the pill, Zhou Yiqiao gave instructions in a deep voice.

"it is good!"

The Great Elder responded solemnly, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain throughout his body, and stopped retreating backwards without hesitation.

In his opinion, retreating means death and fighting means death. It is better to believe in Zhou Yiqiao's guarantee and strive for a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

He bit the tiger's mouth violently, and a large amount of blood spurted out, dyeing his pale beard, and at the same time, a violent force swirled around him!

The sky was filled with yellow sand, the wind was howling, and bursts of biting coldness hit, making everyone's faces hurt.

The great elder roared and waved a long golden dragon scale whip, and swept it out in one stroke.

"Snapped!"

There was a loud and wild whipping sound, and the whip left a vague afterimage in the air.

At the end of the long whip is a golden dragon-shaped aura several feet wide and several inches thick.

The long whip shot out of the air and headed straight for the man in white.

However, the Blood Demon Lord just curled his lips in contempt, picked up a stone at his feet, and kicked it out with an understatement!

The stones collided with the dragon-shaped aura and exploded instantly.

"boom!"

With the explosion of stones, several tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the whip. The elder was severely injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But the crushed stone seemed to contain immense power. After blasting away the dragon-shaped aura, it continued to gallop towards the great elder.

The great elder, who had already used his life essence and blood and his life magic weapon, had no means of protection anymore and could only watch helplessly as the stone, packed with shocking power, struck in his direction.

At the critical moment, Zhou Yiqiao finally completed the recovery of his spiritual power.

He hummed softly, and the seventy-two swords, wind and thunder array flags came out and were instantly arranged in a space of several miles around.

As forty-nine of the formation flags disappeared between heaven and earth, endless spiritual power blew in the wilderness, gathered from all directions, and poured into the remaining twenty-three daggers that were not used as formation flags!

"Buzz!"

The whole space shook violently, and the twenty-three daggers, wrapped in spiritual power, turned into huge divine weapons, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and slashed at the Blood-eating Demon King!

"Little tricks!"

The Blood Demon Lord smiled coldly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and with the blood all over his body flashing, he actually faced this vast offensive directly!

"Crack! Click!"

Along with bursts of crisp sounds, ripples visible to the naked eye rippled out in the void.

The entire space was filled with cracks due to the fight between the two.

"However, when the formation was first completed, you used all your strength. Otherwise, you have a heart as high as the sky and a frog in the well."

Seeing the Blood-eating Demon Lord fighting fiercely with the twenty-three daggers, Zhou Yiqiao sneered coldly, then made a seal in his hand and suddenly stepped up his offensive!