"I have been with you all the time!"

A loud shout suddenly came from Master Huijing's room.

The golden Buddha light shone everywhere, and the Buddha's sings of Sanskrit sound rang out, spreading throughout Qingshan Town, waking many people from their dreams.

Zhou Hao, who was meditating and restless, opened his eyes immediately. He did not open the door immediately and rushed out to the window, but looked out at the window.

Outside Master Huijing's room, under the golden light, there was a thick black shadow on the ground, twisting like a giant snake.

Under the Buddha's light, the giant snake-like black shadow was fixed on the ground and could not move. It kept struggling and twitching, and even a trace of white smoke rose, as if it was burned.

Master Huijing, who was like a fat Maitreya, walked out of the room with a panting belly, with a serious expression: "Don't you dare to show your true face at this moment?"

He put his palms together, yelled at the Buddha's name, then stretched out his hands and pulled it in the air, as if he was dragging something.

The giant snake-like black shadow on the ground shook violently, as if it was captured by a pair of invisible big hands, and then dragged towards him by Master Huijing.

The black shadow extending to the distance seemed to be pulling something out by Master Huijing.

But soon, Master Huijing's expression changed slightly.

Not good, I've been fooled!

He turned his mind here and was about to change his technique, but as the black shadow pulled out a cloud of black mist, it instantly covered his head.

Master Huijing made a great Buddha light all over his body, and it seemed as if a treasure vase had condensed above his head.

Under the protection of the bottle, the black fog could not touch his body.

But the other party had no hope of knocking down Master Huijing in this move. The black fog turned into a black giant net in the air, putting Master Huijing and the Treasure Bottle Net in it.

Then, several blue-purple thunder lightnings shot from afar like rain of arrows, and the targets pointed at Master Huijing together.

The fat monk's face remained unchanged and his palms were folded together.

The vase as big as a house protected him in all directions and was struck by many lightning, but it never broke.

Master Huijing shouted at this time: "So it's you!"

"The master is indeed very skilled." In the darkness, a man walked out of it.

Zhou Hao looked from the side and was obviously the General of the Demon Fushi, Chen Zhao.

He saw that he could not do anything to Master Huijing for a moment, nor was he disappointed, as long as he could trap the other party for a while.

Master Huijing's eyes widened, and the huge treasure bottle had a huge suction force in the mouth.

The nets that enveloped him slowly turned into black gas and were sucked into the mouth of the bottle.

But judging from the speed, it will take some time to completely break the Cairo net.

This is the time Chen Zhao needs.

He pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and black air suddenly surged into the sky around Qingshan Town, covering the entire town.

The people in the town were already panicked, and at this moment they were even more furious and fled in panic.

The monks of the Fu Yaosi were all shocked by Chen Zhao's appearance.

Then they were even more shocked when they saw the smoke and clouds shrouded in all directions.

Some people wanted to break the black smoke, but blood suddenly shone in the air.

Twelve flesh beads floated in the air, surrounding them in circles, forming a vague form of a magic ritual.

Chen Zhao looked at Yi Qinghu who was rushing out of the house and said calmly: "Although I was disturbed by you, I lost a few blood demon beads, but I was already prepared by Fuyu, and twelve were enough."

Zhou Hao was heartbroken when he heard this. All seventeen monks from the Demon Sect in the eight towns died.

Under the black smoke, the people in the town suddenly fell softly.

It is no different from the formation that Taoist Qingyuan of Yejiazhuang set up targets a hundred people. Chen Zhao's current work in Qingshan Town is to sacrifice tens of thousands of people here together.

The elderly, weak and sickly people, and even young children, were the first to resist. Their bodies were shriveled and their bodies were white. Their qi and blood were collected by the evil formation and integrated into the twelve blood demon beads.

I saw the blood demon beads that were originally the size of a fist, and began to expand and grow bigger.

Some monks of the Demon Fushiji looked flustered and afraid when facing their original boss, while others didn't care about that and rushed up to try to interrupt Chen Zhao's approach.

Yi Qinghu also rushed forward, but at this time, there was a single-eyed young man beside Chen Zhao, blocking everyone's way. It was Chen Xinlie, the son of Chen Zhao.

The one-eyed young man faced Yi Qinghu himself and whistled.

A large number of mixed blood Fenglei Owl rushed from all directions and attacked his former colleague Fu Yaosi, but even Zhou Hao did not let him go.

Facing the mixed blood Fenglei Owl that was pounced on him, Zhou Hao did not dodge or dodge, nor did he activate the black iron compass.

When the other party flew closer, he swung the "black iron brick" in his hand and smashed the bird demon to the ground.

"This... the best psychic?" Not only Chen Zhao, but also Master Huijing was stunned.

Isn’t it still a middle-class psychic during the day?

Why did this disappear in a while and become the best?

If he hadn't spoken before, wouldn't it be twenty days before he practiced from an outsider to a top psychic level?

What kind of evil speed?

All the monks present were shocked. Everyone was stunned when the situation was originally tense, and everyone looked at Zhou Hao in a daze.

Chen Zhao came to his senses and ignored them.

After all, he was still a cultivator in the spiritual realm. He could not miss his major affairs at the moment, so he hurriedly continued to do it.

Zhou Hao knocked over another bird demon and looked at Master Huijing while trying to summon the bloody fairy phoenix. Suddenly, a shadow seemed to flash in his vision.

It turned out that Yi Qinghu secretly released his mechanical dog.

The mechanical dog did not pounce on Chen Zhao, Chen Xinlie and his son, but quietly slipped to Master Huijing as fast as lightning.

The mechanical dog opened its mouth, and there was a faint light flashing in its mouth.

It bit it on the Internet that enveloped Master Huijing.

"Hmph!" Chen Zhao snorted coldly, pinched the magic trick with his hand, and pointed in the air, and a blue-purple lightning slashed over.

The mechanical dog was instantly chopped away.

But taking advantage of its skill, Master Huijing keenly grasped the opportunity, worked inside and outside, and eliminated the net that had just trapped himself.

"Chen Zhao!" Fat Maitreya turned into a glaring King Kong and rushed towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's face did not change his expression, and he walked onto the clouds and his figure flew up. Master Huijing also had a golden cloud under his feet, and he kept chasing him.

Two monks in the smoke and cloud realm started to fight in the air, and Jin Yun vaguely gained the upper hand, but Qingyun took action without hesitation and ignored the lives of the people in the town. Jin Yun often had to take care of the lives of many people in Qingshan Town, and for a moment he had no choice but to deal with Qingyun.

But the rituals on the town are still in operation.

Chen Zhao was entangled by Master Huijing and scored but couldn't take action, but he also held Master Huijing back.

On the ground, his son Chen Xinlie took over the burden and activated the ritual to continue.

Twelve blood demon beads gradually gathered together into a blood-red halo.

A mixed blood wind and thunder owl flew into the halo, and the halo contracted inward and gradually turned into a light ball, surrounding the mixed blood wind and thunder owl.

The light ball shrinks and turns into a size that is only the beginning of the flesh bead, like a human heart, or a blood-colored cocoon.

There was light flashing in the blood cocoon, beating in a series of times.

The surrounding evil formations are still continuously extracting the blood of the people to provide for this blood cocoon.

More and more people couldn't hold on and gradually stopped breathing.

Zhou Hao and other monks in the spiritual realm also felt that they were not breathing smoothly and their minds were dizzy, as if they were ischemia.

Yi Qinghu rushed up and tried to destroy the blood cocoon.

But Chen Xinlie was standing beside the blood cocoon, and he was not fighting for Yi Qinghu, just raised his hand.

Suddenly, the golden light shone brightly, clear and transparent, seemingly weak and brittle, but in fact it seems like a Vajra is indestructible and indestructible.

Yi Qinghu's attack fell on it, without even a ripples.

The attacks of other monks of the Demon Sect also did not react at all.

"Vajra Spirit?" Yi Qinghu's face darkened, without any hesitation, he pinched the magic tricks with his hand and sacrificed the sword that he had killed the dragon in Yejiazhuang that day.

Chen Xinlie looked at the magic sword with a much solemn expression, but not nervous.

Zhou Hao knew that she had worked hard to activate this sword, and only had one blow, so he came up and asked, "What is that?"

"The Vajra Spirit has a very strong defense, and I am not sure to break it. It takes a lot of effort to activate the magic sword, but it is not difficult to rely solely on the Vajra Spirit itself." Yi Qinghu whispered: "That demon dragon may not be able to break it in a short time."

Zhou Hao asked her to remind her that she would give up the plan to let the Blood Immortal Phoenix reappear the demon dragon, and frowned and thought.

In the air, Master Huijing noticed the situation below. Jin Yun planned to fall, but was entangled by Chen Zhao in turn.
Chapter completed!