This human bomb blood curse has long demonstrated its terrifying lethality when dealing with the Qin army.

Now the Demon Lord's last heart exploded, sprinkling dark blood all over the sky. Somehow a sudden burst of thunder broke out from the sky, followed by the blood rain.

"Not good!" The priest of the Yin people screamed in surprise, looking at the Saint Yan, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "Saint, how are you!"

"kill!"

Before I could react, a hoarse roar broke out on the other side.

Xing Qiu kicked away his father's body, showed off his bronze short sword, and killed Nong Yu, who was already seriously injured.

Yu Liuchen lifted the soil on the enclave, wrapped his fists and feet around the cyclone, and used the fighting technique to drive Nong Yu to kill him quickly.

Everyone who rushed here, including the seriously injured Gu Shuang, Ehuang, and Yue Shen, were all wet by the blood rain and stained with demonic energy.

Yan was even more at the closest distance, and was polluted by the black blood in the heart of the demon lord. When she turned around, the dragon's energy shattered Zhou Kong and he started to seal the priest's chest with one palm.

The high priest of Shushan held a staff with one hand and covered his head with the other, his lips and teeth trembled, and made unknown sobs.

Obviously, the demonic energy also invaded him, but for some reason, he did not fall into it at the first time.

Those who were still completely rational in the presence were only the priests of the Yin people, Bai Feng and Nong Yu.

Bai Feng held Nongyu in one hand and supported half of the roof with the other. Jianmei pressed down her eyes and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He looked at the bloody rain outside, and it was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning. He asked in a deep voice: "What should I do now."

Even the Ice Soul Sword was thrown into the blood pit. Nong Yu grabbed Bai Feng's shoulder and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that at the last moment, I was..."

The mad Yu Yuan guard was coming to the two of them. No matter how high Bai Feng's martial arts and light skills were, he would never be able to deal with such a harsh battle.

He could only turn around and run away simply.

At this critical moment, a golden light flew from the top of the back mountain, dispelling the disaster here, and the blood rain in the air disappeared immediately.

Bai Feng's eyes lit up, and he threw half of the roof out with his hand, directly crushing the two Yu Yuan guards to the ground.

The blood rain disappeared, and his biggest concern was gone. Even if he had only one hand, it was enough for him.

Bai Feng and Nong Yu have no life crisis for the time being, but the priest of the Yin people is different. When he faces Yan, he has almost no power to resist and is on the verge of death within ten moves.

Bang~

Yan pierced the priest's defense with one palm, and the internal force penetrated into his chest.

“Ah~”

The priest screamed, and the golden aura that belonged to the saint alone, through his body, his ribs were broken, and the inner palace was hit. He knew that he would die soon.

Why can I maintain my rationality under the pollution of the demonic air? Even the high priest of the witch clan was caught. Is there any difference between me and them?

He saw through death very early.

More than 20 years ago, I was destined to live a very painful life.

Relying on the Yang Jin and Jade Dew Grass to hold one's life is not because of fear of death, but because the priest's heir has not been well trained, and the people who appear in divination have not yet been encountered.

He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die.

Now, it's time.

Why did I lose my mind without being polluted by the demonic energy? Because what I am filled with is the spiritual spirit of the world from the Yangjin Yulu Grass.

"Ahhhh~"

The priest roared and grabbed Yan's arm with both hands.

"The Ninth Level of Xuantian, the Hao Blade is broken, ah~"

Yan was buckled with one hand, and then raised his palm with the other hand, slapped the priest about the position below the collarbone.

The golden aura rushed away, and the priest couldn't even speak.

"The Hao Blade cuts off evil, destroys the formation~"

He grabbed Yan's arms, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed into Yan's body with this suicide casting move.

The green light enveloped the two of them. When Yan opened his eyes again, he only saw a familiar body in front of him falling backwards, and one of his hands brought out a pool of flesh and blood from the other's chest.

"Sacrifice, sir~"

The sticky touch on her hands, the corpse falling in front of her, and the familiar face also had an unknown smile on her face. Everything in front of her made her feel like she was struck by lightning.

What did I do?

A chaotic rushes to the mind, Yan stares at the blood dripping from his hands, his lips twitching, and his lips and teeth tremble.

However, this scene did not allow her to have an emotional collapse.

"Yan, stop the high priest!"

Nong Yu's voice was almost torn. Yan subconsciously turned his head when he heard the sound and saw the Shushan High Priest leaving quickly.

She didn't react a little.

"Yu Yuan Seal!"

Now, Yan's expression was shocked, and he quickly flashed and caught up with the high priest.

...

"Hehehe, old brother, now you're going to die."

At the top of the back mountain, the mountain ghost held the old priest's bright red staff in his hand and let out a sweet smile.

"You are fighting in the Heavenly Realm, and you were actually influenced by the outside world twice in the battle, and the next time you tried to pull your hands to support others. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk ~"

Purple flames appeared in her hands, breaking the bright red staff, and then throwing them down the cliff.

The old priest was leaning on the big stone he was usually on, his mouth was bleeding, and his expression was depressed, "Cough cough, humble, despicable~"

"Yeah~" Shan Gui stroked his face with one hand and let out a deep thought, charming and ecstatic, "I praise you well, my brother will say a few more words."

Although Shan Gui talks a lot, she is a person who knows that bad people die because they talk a lot. While teasing the old priest, she is already brewing a kill.

"Hmm? I won't speak anymore. Alas, I still like your personality very much, my brother. It's a pity..."

"Old guy, you'd better die."

As soon as the mountain ghost kills, thousands of waves on the ground are turbulent, and the turbid mud flow is mixed with terrifying soul resentment.

The old priest flew upside down, hid behind with a big stone, and temporarily disappeared from the mountain ghost's vision.

The mountain ghost sneered, and the rolling turbid current carried internal strength and instantly smashed the big stone to pieces.

The moment the stones were broken into countless pieces, the golden and red light came out from it.

"What?"

The old priest showed his figure behind him, his hands posed in a strange position, and his eyes were astonishing as he was under his white eyebrows.

These red staffs are not of special taste, but because the staff is made of branches of Fusang Shenmu.

The red staff was owned by the old priest. The one sealed in the stone came from his teacher.

After the soldiers of the Heavenly Realm are eliminated, they will give back their life-long understanding to heaven and earth. For thousands of years, every retired high priest from Shushan will come to practice under the Fusang divine tree, and finally return everything to nature here.

The staff that has been with you for half a lifetime is taken from the sacred tree and finally returned to the sacred tree. This is also a kind of offering.

This golden red staff appeared, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly became several times active. The magic set by the old priest was immediately activated.

"The spirit of mountains and rivers is broadened, and the original form of Xuanyuan is opened.

Let the long wind patrol, drive away the dragon rain and sprinkle dust.

I ride thunder and dragon boats for a long time, and I live in the golden feathers and scattered in the souvenir.

At that time, the Yixi Cloud Flag is about to emerge from the east."

A sacrificial song praising the sacred wood of Fusang and the golden crow bird was sung from the old priest, and in conjunction with his dance, inspiring the art formation and creating power.
Chapter completed!