The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 592 The Birth of a True Devil
Outside the large formation arranged by Li Wangqing.

The remaining monks who wanted to pick up the leaks and fish in troubled waters gathered together and kept an eye on the movements within the formation.

"When do you think they will come out?" Several Xiantian monks gathered around and whispered.

"If the vision that appeared that day is correct, this is definitely an ancient palace left by immortals. Even if they are at the peak of their innate nature, they may only be able to wander around for a while, and they may not be able to escape completely. In my opinion, at most One day." A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said sourly.

A female innate powerhouse said: "Now Wei Feng, when the time comes, I don't know if he will come to ask for our help."

An innate strong man with a sinister look on his face pulled a few people together and whispered: "If they come out injured, let's take advantage of the chaos and take action."

Just as they were discussing passionately, they suddenly saw mist surging in the formation in front.

"It seems like someone is coming out!" someone shouted.

"Are you coming out?"

"Did they come out?"

"Go up and see!"

All these people swarmed around.

But just as they rushed forward, they suddenly saw a blood shadow floating past, and they only felt their eyes blur.

"what?"

"It seems like something floated by?"

"Is it some kind of treasure? I heard that the immortal's treasure is magical and can fly on its own!"

They were talking incessantly, but they didn't notice that there was an innate strong man dressed as a scribe in white among the crowd, and his eyes suddenly flashed red.

"Brother Zheng, why are you laughing?" The bald innate strongman who was with the white-clothed scribe said strangely, "Hey, why are your eyes so red?"

"Are my eyes very red?" The scribe in white turned his head and looked at him, slowly flying closer.

"Yes, there are so many bloodshot eyes." The bald man stared at the white-clothed scribe's eyes with increasing confusion, and those eyes grew bigger and bigger in his eyes.

"what!"

As soon as the sound came out, it stopped suddenly. Everyone's attention was focused on the "immortal treasure" that had just flown out, trying to find the treasure, but no one noticed that anyone was dead.

The white-clothed scribe looked at the monks flying in the sky, looking for the "immortal treasure", and the corners of his mouth had reached to his ears.

The monk with stern eyebrows and squirrel-eyed eyes was full of confusion and flew towards this side: "Strange, I just saw a red light coming this way. Hey! Brother, did you see a red light coming this way just now? ?”

"Red light?" The white-clothed scribe possessed by the real demon grinned, waved, and lowered his voice and said, "Brother, come here, I will only tell you."

The sly-looking monk's heart moved, and he subconsciously flew over.

But when he got close to the scribe in white, he saw the scribe in white waving his sleeve, and the sly-eyed monk was instantly sucked in.

"Brother! Brother! What are you doing?" The sly-eyed monk felt that the surrounding area was like a strange space, and everything was covered with white cloth. Then there was blood left along the white cloth, and soon it flooded the soles of his feet, and he The soles of his shoes were stained with blood, and smoke was rising.

Then he saw blood coming from above like a torrent.

"What is this? Let me out, this..."

But for a while.

"Brother, do you feel something is wrong?" A female innate powerhouse asked the middle-aged man in Qingyi.

The Seven Immortals of the East Island also started talking in low voices: "Why do you feel like there are so many people missing?"

The one-legged man said solemnly: "There seems to be something wrong."

"Why does it smell like blood?" The Southern Sea God Camel shrugged his nose.

He then looked up and saw a scene he would never forget.

Countless strange bloodshot threads rose out of thin air and kept intertwining.

These blood threads surrounded the people present in the middle, like a spider's web.

"what is this?"

Several innate experts felt something was wrong and quickly wanted to fly out.Blood threads stuck to their bodies one after another, like spider threads, immediately clinging to them.

"What the hell is this?!" Someone drew a knife and tried to cut off the blood thread, but the knife was also stuck.

The more these blood threads struggled, the stickier they became, and the stickier they became, some people were even tied into rice dumplings.

"Ah! Let me go! My hands are burning!"

"My body is melting! Save me, save me!"

Creepy howls rang out one after another around them, causing the souls of the Seven Immortals of the East Island, the Divine Camel of the South China Sea and others to fly out of the sky.

"What the hell is this!?" The mangy man said in horror.

"Let's rush out together." The one-legged man used all his spiritual power to cut off these blood threads and shouted loudly.

He has the highest level of cultivation among several people. He has reached the late stage of Xiantian. With all his strength, he can barely cut off the blood thread.

If you work harder, you might be able to get out of trouble.

As for the others...

"Brother, help me!" Seeing that the one-legged man could barely cut off the blood vessels, someone immediately called for help.

The one-legged man glanced at his "brothers".

Don't blame me, I can't even protect myself now. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, don't worry, I will find a solution after my eldest brother gets out!"

At this time, another scream came from the surroundings, and a blood cocoon was loosened, leaving only a little clothing and bones inside.

The one-legged man felt like he was dead, and he quickly increased the intensity of cutting off the blood threads, only wishing that his parents had a pair of hands.

At this moment, a scribe in white flew over: "Brother, I'm here to help you."

"What? Is there anyone who can move freely here?" The one-legged man saw the white-clothed scribe flying towards him and said quickly, "Okay, please give me a hand."

The one-legged man stretched out his hand, but what greeted him was a heavy slap!Mark it hard on your chest!

"Ah!?" Seeing this scene, the Southern Sea Divine Camel was so horrified that he could not care less about consumption and cut off the blood threads with all his strength. However, before he could escape, the surrounding blood threads were densely packed, blocking everything.

……

A giant blood cocoon is suspended in the sky, squirming like a heart beating, and like a giant beast chewing the food in its mouth.

Mu Miaoyin controlled the spirit boat and hid in the formation, observing secretly, her heart trembling.

"what is that?"

At the same time, there were also a few glances from the distance beyond this sea area.

The singer Zhao Qing was holding something similar to a telescope, and his expression suddenly changed: "That is!?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Puyu from the Central Plains Alliance asked strangely.

"Take a look." Zhao Qingge handed over the telescope.

On the flying boat in Pole Star City.

The second city lord of Polestar City, the woman in purple used her fingers to draw a circular mirror-like spiritual light, which could just reflect the scene near the original sea area.

The other strong men from Pole Star City were standing around.

They saw the blood cocoon appearing in the round mirror, as well as the Seven Immortals of the East Island and the Divine Camel of the South China Sea that were swallowed up shortly after, and their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

Dongming Kingdom, Yuezhi Kingdom, and even Liu Wenjun and others were also observing from a distance in various ways.

Their expressions varied for a moment, but the same thing was that a deep chill came from their backs.

"Father, what is that?" Donghua Ying said tremblingly on the Dongming Kingdom's spirit boat.

"That real demon has come out."

(End of this chapter)