Chapter 306 The Devil Attacks

Wu Yan looked solemnly and focused his gaze on a group of pitch-black clouds over a hundred feet in size that was rapidly escaping from the southeast.

The cloud was as black as ink, and the demonic power and spiritual pressure that covered the sky was revealed from the cloud. The clouds escaped extremely fast. In almost a few breaths, they crossed a distance of several miles and reached the edge of the mountain-protecting formation.

A ray of divine consciousness swept out from the dark cloud of demonic energy arrogantly, sweeping across the protective formation in front of him and Wu Yan, who was standing in the protective formation.

"Are you Jin Renfeng's evil disciple Wu Yan?" A cold snort came from the dark cloud of demonic energy, followed by a domineering shout. At the same time as the voice came out, an old man in black robes emerged from the cloud of demonic energy, revealing his true appearance.

Wu Yan's expression was stern, and his eyes glanced at that person's face, looking very unfamiliar. This man had a very ugly appearance, with a pair of strange red eyes above his pitted, burnt face, also staring coldly at Wu Yan. This man looked ugly and had a mutilated face. His right ear seemed to have been cut off directly, his nose was also flattened, leaving only two holes, and there was a hideous scar on his right face. The whole person is as ugly as a ghost.

This was the first time Wu Yan had seen such an ugly and mutilated monk. According to the general, it is common for monks to use their magical powers to change their appearance to make themselves look better and more beautiful when they have reached the Nascent Soul stage. However, at this level of cultivation, monks generally don't care about these small things. But like this person, he makes no secret of his ugly and mutilated appearance, which shows that this person is either extremely confident or extremely perverted. The injuries on his face looked like they were left by someone else.

The ugly old man in black robe saw Wu Yan staring at his ugly face without blinking, and a violent energy shot out from his eyes. He shouted loudly and said: "It doesn't matter whether you are the rightful master or not, you dare to do this to me." If you’re rude, then go to hell!”

The old man flicked his big black sleeve, and a black rainbow escaped from his sleeve. In an instant, it turned into a long black magic sword and slashed hard at Wu Yan.

When Wu Yan escaped, he had already silently used the "Sacred Immortal Destroying Sword". When he saw that the ugly old man did not care about his status as an expert in the Demon Aperture Stage, he was shocked, but also Not afraid. As soon as his mind moved, the "Shenzhen Immortal-Destroying Sword" went straight towards the black magic sword. At the same time, Wu Yan opened his mouth and spat out, and five groups of blood-colored light spots spurted out, surrounding him in all directions and above his head. As his mind moved slightly, the blood-colored light spots suddenly grew in size and transformed into five large blood-colored flags!

boom!

An explosion caused by a violent collision of mana sounded outside the formation. The two of them seemed to have the same idea, and this attack was actually a head-on collision.

The black magic sword magic weapon was indeed the magic weapon of the Demon Cultivator in the Demon Aperture Stage. Its magic power was so powerful that it exploded and knocked away Wu Yan's "Sacred Treasure Immortal Destroying Sword" upon impact.

Wu Yan's expression suddenly changed and became more solemn.

Just in this head-on collision, he had already noticed the strength gap between himself and the demon cultivator at the Demon Aperture stage!

When the "Shenzhen Immortal-Destroying Sword" came into contact, the sword's energy was scattered, and most of its power was lost! If it weren't for the fact that the material used for the sword was sacred iron, which was extremely hard and sharp, I'm afraid that this magic weapon of mine would have been destroyed by the black magic sword in just this collision.

Wu Yan raised his hand and made a move, and the "Shenzhen Immortal Sword" that had been knocked away returned to him. He swallowed it into his belly and warmed it with essence. Then, he opened his mouth again and sprayed out, and an earth-yellow spiritual light escaped, turning into a three-foot earth-colored spiritual sword, floating in front of him.

The ugly old man's face also changed slightly, and he shouted: "Okay! Sure enough, you have some skills, you can actually resist this old man's magic weapon with just magic weapon. Hehe, it seems that you have more than one magic weapon. It's really interesting. . Boy, it seems you are indeed that Wu Yan?”

"Who are you? Why are you trying to get in trouble with Wu?" Wu Yan asked with a solemn expression, staring at the old man's every move.

"I, Wu Mo, am the great elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect. You dare to kill the four demon generals and elders of our Heavenly Demon Sect. I am here to recover the blood debt. Is it clear enough to die?" The ugly old man grinned ferociously. road.

Wu Yan frowned and said: "Friend Wu Dao, the grudge between Wu and the Demon Sect is a personal grudge. It is reasonable and reasonable for you to seek revenge on me for them. However, my master is currently in the process of passing the test. Can this matter be postponed for a while? When my master successfully clears the barrier, Wu will go to the Sanchuan Prefecture Tianmo Sect to settle matters with you."

"Hahahaha! Boy, who do you think you are? With your cultivation in the middle stage of the Xiaodan Formation, you think you can compete with me with a good magic weapon and the refined Wind Demon Blood Soul Flag? Arrogant! However, you The fact that you can refine this fifth Thunder Wind Demon Blood Soul Flag is beyond my expectation. Haha, for the sake of making this flag, I will make you die happily!" The ugly old man raised his head and let out a roar. Laughing, seemingly amused and disdainful of Wu Yan's arrogance. However, his eyes were greedy and unscrupulous as he stared at Wu Yan's "Five Spirits, Wind Demon and Forbidden God Flag", as if he wanted to take the opportunity to plunder it.

Wu Yan raised his eyebrows, feeling secretly angry. However, there was a hint of joy hidden under his gloomy expression. The ugly old man named Wu Mo in front of him didn't seem to notice that his five blood soul flags were no longer just ordinary wind demon blood soul flags. They had completely become his original magic treasure "Five Spirits Wind Demon Banner of Forbidden Gods". ". I am afraid that Wu Mo, at this time, thought that he was just relying on chance to forcibly erase the consciousness restrictions left by the four demon generals of the Bai Mansion in this magic treasure, and refined it into five ordinary magic treasures.

The magic technique is to plunder, to plunder all foreign objects for one's own use. This Wu Mo must be planning to plunder this treasure now.

Wu Yan remained calm and escaped from the formation. Today's situation is probably going to be difficult to overcome. I can't help but have to bite the bullet and fight head-on with this demon cultivator in the Demonic Aperture stage.

"Friend Wu Dao, I respect you as a senior demon cultivator and ask for help. Do you really think that I am still afraid of you?" Wu Yan smiled calmly. Since he has risked his life, there is no need to be polite to this person. .

As he spoke, Wu Yan patted the storage bag and took out the Ten Thousand Poison Gourd.

A ferocious and strange smile appeared on Wu Mo's face, and he suddenly waved his big hand. The dark demonic energy under his feet suddenly surged with the waving hand, and in a moment, it condensed into a giant palm dozens of feet in size. Claws.

"Photography!"

Wu Mo shouted coldly, made a seal in his hand, and used his huge black palm to slam down the five blood soul flags above Wu Yan's head!

The corner of Wu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he calmly let him use the devil's palm condensed with devilish energy to grab the blood soul flag above his head. However, at the same time, he activated the "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" and fiercely aimed at the devilish energy. Cut off the black ink.

Wu Mo saw that Wu Yan was so overconfident and ignored his magic claws, but Yu Jian wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack him. He smiled secretly at the corner of his mouth, and continued to use his right hand to control the huge claws to grab the blood soul flag, while his left hand pinched Jue controlled the black magic sword just now and slashed at Wu Yan's "Black Armor Trapped Immortal Sword".

The huge black palm has already reached, holding all five Blood Soul Flags in its palm. When Wu Mo saw that he had succeeded, he was filled with joy. He laughed wildly and shook the hand tightly, trying to take the opportunity to erase the restriction of consciousness that Wu Yan had refined on this magic treasure.

The black magic sword also collided with Wu Yan's "Black Armor Trapped Immortal Sword" at this time. The "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" suddenly erupted into a sky-high khaki spiritual energy mass, instantly trapping the magic sword within the khaki spiritual energy mass. The spiritual energy ball was vaguely like an earth-yellow turtle shell, which was very mysterious.

The "Xuanjia Trapped Immortal Sword" is even more agile, like a khaki horse, rapidly moving through the khaki turtle shell-shaped aura. No matter how the magic sword swerves left and right, it is trapped by this sword. It was so stubborn that it looked like there was no way to break out.

Wu Mo was shocked, as if he didn't expect Wu Yan's second spiritual sword to be even more weird and powerful. It could trap his original magic weapon, the black sword, to death. No matter how much he summoned his mind, he could never break through. come out.

Surprised, Wu Mo didn't seem to take this matter to heart. At this moment, all his energy was focused on the five blood soul flags grasped by Ning Demon's claws.

He had coveted this magic treasure for a long time. If it hadn't been under the control of the four demon generals of Baifu, he might have tried to steal it long ago. At this moment, seeing Wu Yan actually condense the fifth Thunder Wind Demon Blood Soul Flag, how could he let it go?

In fact, there is a secret hidden deep in Wu Mo's heart that is not known to outsiders. He knows a secret method that can condense this magic treasure into the original magic treasure. That secret method was obtained by him in the ruins of an ancient demon cultivation cave. It was just because he had not been able to collect all the materials to refine this treasure that he coveted the magic treasure held by the four demon generals, but he never took action to seize it.

Now, with five complete blood soul flags appearing in front of him, how could he let them go? Even if the original magic treasure is trapped or even destroyed, he still has to get these five blood soul flags first.

Based on this mentality, Wu Mo ignored the trapped magic sword and grabbed the blood soul flag with all his strength and took it back.

Seeing this, Wu Yan suddenly sneered, fired three different weird magic formulas one after another, and shouted: "Sleep! Condensation! Refining!"

The tortoise shell-shaped spiritual energy group suddenly shrank rapidly amidst the sound of the spell, turning into a fist-sized earth-colored tortoise shell spiritual light. The magic knife trapped inside made a buzzing sound. With the mind connected, that Wu Mo's face suddenly turned pale and he shouted angrily: "How dare you, Shu Zi!"

He patted a leather bag on his waist, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from it and rushed towards Wu Yan.

Wu Yan glanced at the bloody light, and saw that the bloody light swelled up when it saw the wind, and in an instant it transformed into a three to four feet tall red-haired and red-skinned Yaksha ghost.

The Yaksha ghost roared ferociously, and violently grabbed the ribs of the spiritual body. With blood spattering, two ribs were grabbed out by it. It opened its mouth and spurted out two streams of blood on the ribs, and a pair of ghost hands thrust towards the middle. Together, a bloody fork more than five feet long appeared in the ghost's hand.

The Yaksha Li Gui Demon Treasure was in his hand, and he screamed wildly. He raised his fork and dropped it towards Wu Yan.

The whole body of Yaksha Li Gui was shrouded in blood light. Before the Li Gui's spiritual body could arrive, the huge Li Gui spiritual pressure forced Wu Yan to retreat ten feet back.

Upon meeting him, Wu Yan realized that this Yaksha ghost had the strength of a Dzogchen monk in the late stage of pill formation.