Chapter 6493 Demon Martingale Holy Lord
( ) A true demon ancestor of the demon world, Mahayana, is really not valued much in the eyes of the Haiyi Saint Ancestor. Not to mention that this Demon Ancestor Mahayana is still a person with injuries and illnesses.
Qin Fengming's eyes flashed and locked onto the tall demon floating above the river. He knew in his heart that Haiyi Saint Ancestor did not want to take action. Facing the existence of this Mahayana Demon Ancestor, the Red Demon Ancestor was already afraid in his heart.
Moving his body, Qin Fengming stepped forward slowly and said: "This senior, the three of us are just passing by and have no intention of becoming enemies with senior."
"Hahaha... You don't intend to be an enemy of me? But you and others have already known my whereabouts. Do you think I will let you go? There seems to be something strange about the aura of that fellow Taoist. It seems that he is also an injured person. Isn't this just right? I will capture you and devour your soul to replenish my essence. I think you will be able to recover soon. Hehe, I will look for Qing Kui then. Don't scare him half to death."
The tall Demon Ancestor burst out laughing, his body swayed, and he disappeared out of thin air on the river.
Suddenly hearing the words of the tall demon, everyone in Chu Ye standing in the distance changed their expressions, especially the female cultivator who was covering her face.
No one expected that there would be a Mahayana following the two ghost master monks.
"Ah, no!" A cry came from An Yu's mouth in the distance at the same time.
Just when An Yu suddenly felt a cold feeling in his heart and was about to escape quickly, a figure appeared not far away from him.
"Since you escaped my attack, you should run away immediately. You dare to linger. It's really lucky that such an indecisive person can survive to the top of the Xuan level. But that can only go so far. "With a cold voice, a huge solid palm already covered An Yu's head.
A wave of terror shrouded An Yu in a huge imprisonment that he could not resist, and a heavy pressure instantly acted on his body.
"You want to swallow An's soul, you are dreaming!"
Just when the giant hand appeared, a ferocious word was mixed in with the words of the tall demon monk, and it instantly sounded on the spot.
The roar resounded again, and an energy impact two or three times greater than the self-destruction power of the two mid-level Xuan-level monks just appeared suddenly in front of the tall demon.
The sudden surge of violent energy caused the giant hand to suddenly stop in mid-air.
The violent energy surged and rolled up to the tall demon clan in an instant. A flash of green light,
The tall demon body suddenly appeared illusoryly.
The energy of the explosion surged, and a radius of two hundred feet was instantly enveloped.
However, as soon as the explosion energy surged up, it was immediately enveloped by an even more powerful suppressive force, shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"You're so cheap, junior!" The body flashed, and the tall demon clan looked at the place where the violent energy was sweeping, and said coldly and slightly unwillingly.
He had already taken action against An Yu twice, but both times he failed to achieve full success.
The violent explosion energy swept across and disappeared quickly. An Yu's figure was gone on the spot, not even a trace of rags of clothing was left.
An Yu is definitely a top-notch person at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Level. Regardless of his methods or decisive mentality, he can definitely be regarded as a figure. However, he is not the top person among the Mysterious Level. When a Mahayana monk attacks Next, he still fell.
Seeing the tall, clumsy demon clan using rapid movements to kill An Yu one after another, the Red Demon Ancestor's eyes were filled with horror.
He thinks that he is not weak, and even if he fights with An Yu, he may not be inferior to him.
But even if his strength is slightly better than An Yu, in front of this terrifying demon Mahayana, he can only wait to be slaughtered, and it is impossible to fight against him.
Facing this scene, the Red Demon Ancestor should have fled far away long ago.
However, when he saw Qin Fengming standing in front of him, he suddenly realized that Qin Fengming had not shown anything strange from beginning to end. Even the Demon Ancestor used strange and rapid movements to launch terrifying attacks one after another, but Qin Fengming's brows did not even move at all. .
"Hey, do you really think that with the help of an injured Mahayana, you can be protected?"
The tall demon turned around and stared at Qin Fengming and the others with a pair of copper bell-like tiger eyes. He slowly stepped forward and sneered.
"Previously, if Qin and the others had fallen into your aura and attacked us with all their strength from the beginning, they might have been in danger of falling. But now you have lost the opportunity, and the three of us are not. You can capture it if you want."
Qin Fengming's eyes were fixed on the tall demon clan, and there was no hint of panic in his mouth.
"Hahaha... I'm really confident, junior. You're so naive to think that a late-stage Xuan-level man with an injured Mahayana can withstand my attack."
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the demon Mahayana suddenly let out a burst of unbridled laughter.
Amidst the laughter, an extremely weak wave suddenly emerged from him. Fluctuations suddenly appeared, and the tall demon's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
"You guys retreat, Qin will meet this demon Mahayana!"
Just as the demon's body swayed slightly and waves suddenly appeared, Qin Fengming's rapid sound transmission was sent to the ears of the Red Demon Ancestor and the Haiyi Saint Ancestor.
At the sound transmission outlet, Qin Fengming's whole body suddenly burst into thick black mist.
The mist suddenly rose, and a tall body suddenly rushed into the mist.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!~~" In an instant, a series of sounds of flesh and skin hitting the river bank were heard along with the majestic mist.
The mist rolled in and filled the air, and waves of devastating fist winds without carrying any mana energy rushed out of the mist, touching the ground on the bank of the river and blasting away clouds of dust.
In an instant, an area of several thousand feet in radius was obscured by mist and dust.
"Humph, I really underestimated this junior. You are actually a person with a powerful physical body and at the pinnacle of the Xuan level." A cold snort that shocked everyone suddenly sounded, and a figure suddenly shot out from the turbulent mist, With a flash, he immediately retreated hundreds of feet away.
At this time, the tall demon clan was covered in a black mist, making it difficult to see clearly the specific shape of the demon.
"Not only is your spirit damaged, but your physical body seems to be injured as well. Based on your current state, if you want to kill Qin, it's hard to say you can do it." The mist dissipated, Qin Fengming's figure appeared, and at the same time, he said calmly The words resounded on the spot.
Seeing Qin Fengming, whose clothes were in tatters but with no visible scars on his body, the expressions of the five people in Chu Ye changed drastically again.
They have already seen how powerful the body of this demon Mahayana is.
Back then, a demon cultivator at the top of the Mysterious Level competed with him physically. In just a few fists and palms, the demon cultivator was so shocked that he vomited blood and then died in front of him.
However, at this time, the body of this young monk who had hidden his cultivation was still intact despite a series of physical blows. This situation left everyone in Chuye shocked and speechless.
"When I was in my prime, let alone you, I wouldn't dare say that I could have the upper hand in a physical fight, let alone you. Even at this time, I wouldn't dare to try my best to attack you, for fear that the injury that had just improved might be affected. It’s just repeated. But you said I can’t capture you, so let’s try again.”
Amid the surging demonic mist, Qin Fengming answered with a low shout.
"This demon cultivator is the Holy Demon Martingale. He was a person who advanced to the Mahayana a million years ago. His strength is enough to rank among the top twenty in the real demon world. You have to be careful."
Just as the demon cultivator spoke, a sound transmission entered Qin Fengming's ears.
