My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 71 Are You Worthy Of Talking To Me? (Seek to follow up)

Rumble!
The shadows grew larger.

The fly flew down from the sky and landed in front of the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the two of them, a tall figure dancing wildly came down from the fly.

His face was expressionless and his pupils were deep-set.

A terrifying coercion exudes from his body.

As if as long as he stood there, it represented the abyss of hell that could swallow everything.

Looking at the figure in front of him.

Crying for the old man, Jian Chi shuddered.

Inexplicably felt a kind of fear, a kind of fear from the depths of the soul.

At this moment, they finally understood why everyone in the Demonic Dao would be terrified when they heard the name Blood Rain Demon Venerable.

This existence that only exists in legends does have the courage to suppress the Tang Kingdom for more than ten years!

Even though the Shensuan Pavilion has clearly calculated that the other party has been seriously injured, has gone mad, and is now dying, it still makes them feel fear.

In the gloomy atmosphere, the two Guardians of Tianyin Sect looked at each other.

After that, the crying old man stepped forward immediately.

"The devil's good demeanor really makes us admire. There are rumors in the practice circle that the devil has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man. Therefore, I came here specially to see it. I ask the devil to give me some advice!"

boom!
A terrifying sonic boom sounded, and the wind was rippling.

The weeping old man's voice was messed up.

Fang Yang flicked his sleeves.

A terrifying aura carrying Xuan Tiance was thrown out directly.

What Xuan Tiance is best at is concealment.

magnificent.

Now a slap was thrown out, and no one reacted.

The crying old man was instantly sent flying.

He hit the ground heavily, vomiting out a mouthful of blood.

There are still a few bright red finger marks on the old face.

"What are you, worthy of talking to this deity? Tell your suzerain to get out. Could it be that because this deity slept with your suzerain's wife, the suzerain of Tianyin sect really became a tortoise?"

Fang Yang snorted coldly, his face full of rebellion.

With Xuan Tiance's support, his aura became stronger and stronger, he rushed straight into the sky, and came down to suppress it fiercely.

It was even more terrifying than the previous Demon Lord.

"Cough cough..."

The crying old man coughed up blood, struggled to get up from the ground, and smiled brightly.

The cloudy eyes were filled with endless hatred and malice.

"good, very good, excellent!"

"Worthy of being a Demon Lord, you are really arrogant."

"But I don't know if you can continue to be so arrogant after a while!!!"

He laughed cruelly, almost hysterically.

He held a white bead in his hand.

This white bead is exactly the same as the one he gave to those two subordinates before.

It's just much bigger than before.

It is also much colder and purer.

As soon as he took it out, there were bursts of whimpering around him, like a white ghost walking at night, crying endlessly.

Layers of frost formed on the ground.

Within a radius of two feet, all grasses are withered, and life is withered.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yang's brows twitched slightly, his expression became much more serious, and he was holding a Mozun card in his hand.

He is now in the realm of Ye Qinghong, that is, the great master, the three flowers gather at the top!

It would be the best if he could kill the opponent with Ye Qinghong's card.

But if he can't do anything, he won't hide this Demon Venerable Card anymore, otherwise, he will hide in the underworld once he hides it.

Whoa!
Cloudy wind blows.

Cracks appeared in this huge bone bead, and countless cold breaths came out from it.

As these auras came out, the weeping old man's expression became more and more sluggish, and his eyes became much darker.

The originally thin body almost became a dead tree.

It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained.

Obviously, for him, it would take a lot of energy to open this bone bead.

But even so, his eyes were still full of fanaticism, with a look of willingness, wishing to dedicate his life to this bone bead.

That's right, this is his absolute trump card.

It is also the capital of his rise in the past three years.

Right now, he is still just a grand master, and there is only one flower petal condensed on the top of his head.

But even so, he still terrified countless people, and countless masters of the Grand Master realm died in his hands, and there were even strong ones of the Dharma Body realm.

Relying on this white bone bead.

The Bone Bead comes from the Death Zone.

By sucking human blood and spirit, it becomes stronger and stronger.

Although the real combat power of Bone Bead is not very strong.

But it came from the restricted area after all.

Contaminated with the breath of death, the things inside are even more eerie and weird.

Once the sacrifice is practiced, no one will be able to notice it.

No one can touch it.

Only high-level Dharma Body Realm powerhouses can barely resist with the help of their souls.

In this heyday of the devil, the bones and Yinzhu, maybe there is really nothing to do with him.

But now that he was seriously injured, he would surely die no matter what.

Buzz!
The air trembled violently, and the bones and Yin beads were almost completely shattered.

A cold and gloomy wind blew the earth.

Tens of feet in radius, icy cold.

It seemed that some terrifying evil thing was about to come out.

Under this terrifying aura, Ye Qinghong's face was solemn, and the Qingying sword behind him exuded wisps of brilliance.

Protect her.

After a while, the strange aura inside the Bone Yin Bead finally came out completely.

Distorted, deformed.

It's just that this scene is destined not to be seen by many people.

Only the weeping old man knelt on the ground, his wrinkled bark-like face was almost fanatical.

Those eyes were bleeding continuously.

He just threw himself on the ground like a devout believer, looking at these gloomy breaths of death.

Constantly tearing and reorganizing, finally formed a tall figure.

Like a god, suspended between the heaven and the earth, holding the authority of death.

He trembled and agitated.

The old tear growled vertically and horizontally.

"Resurrect, my lord!"

"Kill all enemies in front of you."

"This devil is my sacrifice to you. As long as you kill this devil, you will definitely be able to gain more powerful power."

He was hoarse, roaring and coughing up blood.

And Fang Yang also looked dignified, the black gold python robe on his body was constantly stirring, and his palm was also on the Mozun card.

The Mozun card can be crushed anytime, anywhere.

Get ready for the final battle.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, swords were on the verge of breaking out, the atmosphere became more and more solemn, and everyone held their breath.

Only the crying old man was excited.

Constantly kowtowed.

Contribute your blood.

at last……

Whoa!
Accompanied by gusts of harsh wind,
His cloudy eyes stained with blood finally saw the supreme adult flying up.

He was trembling with excitement, as if he had seen the devil being torn into pieces.

However... the next moment.

Under his astonished gaze.

The lord flew four or five feet away, and fled into the distance.

just...escape
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