The thousand-year-old demon suddenly stopped in front of the cave.

He turned around and looked at the forest in front of him.

His eyes were filled with vigilance, and he gently put down the cape on his head.

The wind tonight is different from the wind in the past.

After stopping at the exit of the cave for a long time, the thousand-year-old demon turned around and walked into the cave.

At this time, Gui Jianchou sprinkled silver pollen on his boots the moment he entered the cave.

Moreover, he was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the black cloak of the thousand-year-old demon was sprinkled with invisible silver pollen.

The thousand-year-old demon also smelled something abnormal at that moment.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Before the thousand-year-old demon could see clearly, the sound of "boom, boom, boom" and "tat, tap, tap" came from the distance.

The ground also began to shake.

The cold wind blew across the thousand-year-old demon's face. He looked up sharply and saw a ghost named Jianchou, dressed in black like him, standing in front of him.

"You!?" The thousand-year-old demon was obviously very surprised.

"Enjoy it." Gui Jianchou twitched the corner of his mouth and left the cave in a blink of an eye, as fast as a flying arrow.

When the thousand-year-old demon chased him out, hundreds of eleventh-level monsters were already surrounded outside the cave.

Although those monsters couldn't hurt him, so many high-level monsters were enough to stop him from showing off his skills.

"Roar--" The dark fox monster raised its head and roared.

The demonic beasts surged fiercely behind him, and when the thousand-year-old demon waved his sleeves, thousands of demonic souls flew out from under his cloak.

The monsters will lose their minds when they smell the silver pollen, and will not give up until they tear the target apart.

He is not afraid of the black demon soul.

They jumped up one after another and fought with the demon spirits floating in the sky.

But what would the thousand-year-old monster have imagined? Not only were the monsters not driven away, but there were more and more of them.

"Damn...Ye Zhikuang..." The thousand-year-old demon roared at the sky.

A petite figure suddenly jumped up from the jungle. Minglan vines were entangled in the big tree outside the cave. The petite figure drew an arc in the air, preparing to land on the heart of the thousand-year-old demon.

"Papa..." After kicking the thousand-year-old demon three times in a row, Ye Zhikuang raised his foot and kicked him in the face.

Suddenly, the thousand-year-old demon suddenly reached out and grabbed her feet and threw her violently away.

But at the moment when Ye Zhikuang was thrown out, Bai Chenxiao took his sword and stabbed the thousand-year-old demon's heart fiercely at that moment.

"Well..." A muffled cry of pain escaped from the mouth of the thousand-year-old demon.

The mask on his face fell off, and a handsome face appeared in front of Bai Chenxiao.

That is exactly Baili Qinghong's face.

He looked down at the sword piercing his chest. The sword glowed red. He felt a stinging pain in his chest. The new soul was affected by the wave of the sword, but he forced the new soul back into his body.

Demon body.

He raised his head again and looked at Bai Chenxiao. The thousand-year-old demon suddenly laughed "haha".

Bai Chenxiao frowned and saw that he didn't fall down for a long time, but instead laughed louder, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this time, Mo Junxie, who was standing on the monster beast, suddenly exclaimed: "Quick, get out of the way, his heart is on the right side."

"Boom--" The demonic spirits jumped around, and the demonic beasts turned around like headless flies.

When Bai Chenxiao reacted, his body had been immobilized by the thousand-year-old demon.
Chapter completed!