Chapter 340: The Power of Demonic Silk

Wu Yan turned a deaf ear to the mocking voices above him, and watched as the dozen blood balls destroyed the dozen common magic weapons and a dozen talismans he had cast without any hindrance. In the end, the power of the last blood ball also collapsed when it smashed the small shield magic weapon.

At this time, Wu Yan was less than four feet away from Huo Feng.

Everything was just as Wu Yan expected. Although Huo Feng had just swallowed a blood pill, his magic energy was too much to recover at this time, and the red light shield formed by the "Xuanxue Feixingzhu" suddenly retracted and was taken back into the bead.

Wu Yan smiled at Huo Feng mysteriously, and with a move of his mind, a dark red filament as thin as a hair, so faint that it could not be detected, suddenly rose from under a certain soil layer. In an instant, under the guidance of Wu Yan's consciousness, it had floated behind Huo Feng's head.

Huo Feng seemed to be afraid of Wu Yan's approach, and his body could not help but retreat quickly as Wu Yan approached.

The dark red filaments sneaked into Huo Feng's messy hair without anyone noticing.

"Explode!"

Wu Yan uttered a light sound, and his body strangely disappeared on the spot.

This distance was not a distance at all for Wu Yan, who practiced the strange wind hidden step.

Boom!

A strong dark red light suddenly burst out from Huo Feng's head, and his head was instantly blown up by the dark red light, and his brain and blood were sprayed everywhere. The scene was so violent and bloody that people dared not look directly at it!

The "Xuanxue Feixingzhu" floating above his head was suddenly grabbed by a faint figure after his head exploded, and disappeared.

At the same time, the storage bag on the waist of Huo Feng's body, which had not yet fallen, was also grabbed by a shadow.

"Explode!"

"Explode!"

As two more strange spells sounded, the heads of two foundation-building cultivators who were bombarding the magic array with magic treasures suddenly exploded in the same way, and they died!

The shadow shuttled back and forth strangely, and when it appeared again, it had grabbed three storage bags and a blood-colored bead and stood in front of the protective array.

This strange change was so fast that it was hard to keep up. There was not even time to react!

The weirdest thing was that no one could see clearly what kind of body movement Wu Yan used, and no one knew what strange magic Wu Yan used. He shouted "explode" three times, and the heads of three foundation-building cultivators exploded at the same time, and they died together!

All the demon cultivators on the blood cloud changed their faces and looked at Wu Yan in horror. Even Zhou Tong and other Wu Yan's bodyguards in the protective array were all stunned.

This method is too weird! It was beyond everyone's cognition.

A roar could shatter a person's head. This, this, have you ever heard of such a strange magic? How can you defend against such a strange magic?

"Boy, you dare to kill the blood demons of my Xueyang Palace, you are looking for death!" Xue Kuang was the first to recover from the shock, but he raised his hand to open a blood-colored shield above the blood cloud, covering himself and his men behind him, and then stared at Wu Yan and shouted angrily.

It seems that Xue Kuang was really shocked by Wu Yan's strange means at this time. Because he didn't see clearly what strange magic Wu Yan used to kill the three people.

In shock, he couldn't help but open the protective shield of the "Blood Cloud Pocket" magic weapon at the first time. This protective shield not only has the magical power of flying protection, but also can isolate all sound waves and mental illusion attacks.

Plop!

The three headless corpses fell to the ground at this time.

"So what if you want to die? Do you dare to come down and kill me now?" Wu Yan grinned at Xue Kuang, then smiled at Ding Li mysteriously, saying: "Hehe, Ding Li, in fact, you, a spirit slave, are still somewhat useful after all."

Ding Li's face changed, thinking that Wu Yan wanted to destroy his imprisoned soul, and anxiously said to Xue Kuang: "Sir, please give me a magic soul stone. A trace of my soul has been imprisoned by that damn kid. Without the magic soul stone, once he activates the restriction, my soul will be greatly traumatized!"

"Get out! Idiot!" Xue Kuang slapped Ding Li and made him somersault twice on the blood cloud, and crashed into a late-stage foundation-building magic cultivator.

The late foundation building demon cultivator grabbed his arm with disgust and was about to push him aside. Unexpectedly, Ding Li suddenly rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and made a strange sound like a beast. Before the late foundation building demon cultivator could push him away, he pounced on him and bit the demon cultivator's neck madly!

Puff! Chi!

The late foundation building demon cultivator screamed, and the blood vessels in his neck were bitten by Ding Li's sharp teeth in the blink of an eye. The blood spurted out in an instant, and blood foam spurted out of his mouth. And Ding Li, at this time, seemed to be controlled by something, with a crazy look on his face. He hugged the late foundation building demon cultivator tightly and bit him fiercely on the other side of his neck. He was simply a mad beast that chose its prey!

The demon cultivator in the late stage of foundation building had no time to make any defense. In panic, he couldn't even release the most basic protective magic light, and was bitten by the crazy Ding Li, breaking his meridians and throat. He was about to die due to the massive loss of blood and essence.

The other three demon cultivators nearby had never expected such a shocking change. They jumped aside in shock.

Xue Kuang was furious and slapped the crazy Ding Li on the head.

Ding Li didn't even have time to scream before his head was smashed to pieces by Xue Kuang. His body still clung to the late foundation building demon cultivator by inertia. A large amount of blood and essence spurted out from his neck. It was the head and face of the demon cultivator whose throat he had bitten. The blood gushed out and it was difficult to distinguish his face!

Xue Kuang kicked Ding Li's headless body away with a furious kick. His fingers tapped the late foundation building demon cultivator whose throat was bitten dozens of times in an attempt to save him.

But his tapping stopped the blood and essence spurting out of the demon cultivator's throat, but the demon cultivator's throat and main blood vessels were bitten, and too much blood and essence had already spurted out, and a lot of blood and essence sprayed into his mouth and nose. When he wanted to save him, it was obviously too late.

Not to mention the cultivators in the foundation building stage, even the cultivators in the Jindan stage, the flesh body had no choice but to abandon it after being so severely injured.

A ball of black light suddenly flew out from the head of the monk whose throat was bitten, and was caught by Xue Kuang and held in his palm.

"Master Xue Kuang, help me!" The urgent cry for help from the demon cultivator came from the black light ball.

It was noon at this time, and the yang energy was strong. Under the strong sunlight, the black light ball was emitting gray smoke and screaming, as if it might collapse at any time.

Xue Kuang took out a small blood-colored flag from his storage bag, and shook it gently. A faint blood light surged out, wrapped the black light ball, and rolled it into the small flag.

"Tian Chang, you stay in this blood soul flag of mine first. When I capture that kid, I will extract his soul and let you take over his body!" Xue Kuang said to Tian Chang in the small blood-colored flag with a gloomy face.

"Thank you, sir!" Tian Chang responded weakly and fell silent.

Xue Kuang put away the bloody flag, stared at Wu Yan below with a gloomy and furious look, and gnashed his teeth and said: "Boy, good, very good! Kill four of my blood demon warriors in a row, today even the nine gods and Buddhas can't save you!" The situation was originally clear, but who would have thought that this strange boy in front of him would use strange means to kill three of his men under his nose, and then use Ding Li, who was imprisoned, to destroy the body of another late foundation-building disciple! No wonder Ding Li repeatedly emphasized that this boy easily killed his elder brother Ding Jie. It turned out that this boy really had some strange and unpredictable means! Hateful, after losing four men in a row, Xue Kuang painfully realized that he had underestimated the enemy. The commotion outside was so loud that another Jindan-stage demon cultivator who was in the mine cave was obviously alarmed. A blood-colored light flashed out from the stone cave and rushed into the valley. After looking up, his face suddenly changed. He shouted to Xue Kuang on the blood cloud in the sky: "Fourth brother, what happened? How come four blood demons were killed in just a moment?"

"Third brother, I don't know what means this kid used to kill Huo Feng, Sun Chou and Yang Qi one after another, and let Ding Li, whose soul was imprisoned by him, destroy the body of Tian Chang. Come back to the 'Blood Cloud Pocket' quickly, don't be hurt by this kid's strange sound wave spell!" Xue Kuang didn't dare to be arrogant at this time, and hurriedly sent a message to his third brother below.

"Master, be careful. This man is Xuefeng, the third of the four blood demon guards under Master Xuelian. He has the mysterious blood refining ability!"

Zhou Tong, who was inside the magic circle, saw the half-black and half-red haired monk staring at Wu Yan with a gloomy look. A layer of blood light began to float on his body. He was afraid that Wu Yan didn't know the origin of this man, so he hurriedly reminded Wu Yan in a low voice.

At the same time, seeing Wu Yan blocking in front of everyone, Zhou Tong and others' tense nerves finally relaxed.

Wu Yan stood outside the magic circle, raised his hand and summoned the tiger-shaped puppet mechanical beast, blocking in front of himself.

As soon as the tiger-shaped puppet mechanical beast was released by him, the demon cultivator called Xuefeng by Zhou Tong also opened his mouth and sprayed out a blood-shining inch-long knife at the same time.

The knife spun in his hand and instantly turned into a seven-foot-long ghost-head blood knife. The strong bloody evil spirit emanated from the blood knife magic treasure, causing Wu Yan's expression to change slightly.

Xue Feng held the hilt with both hands, and controlled the knife in a very unusual way in the world of immortal cultivation, shaking it and pointing it at the huge puppet beast in front of Wu Yan.

Such a strong blood evil spirit!

I didn't expect that in this Xumi Sea immortal cultivation world, there would be someone who could condense such a pure blood evil magic treasure!

Wu Yan's mind moved, and the puppet beast in front of him suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed a bucket of white light at Xue Feng.