Comprehensive comic group chat: People in the Demon Sect practice demon cultivation on a daily basis

The spiritual consciousness at the peak of the eighth level of foundation building barbarically broke into the mountains.

Kuangtu Chu was so arrogant that he wanted to forcibly search the storage bags of the inner monks.

These actions immediately made the silent inner monks all change their expressions.

Such behavior is simply a great shame for them.

Besides, after cultivating to the inner sect, no one has any chance in their storage bag.

The inner monks who were closer to the inner gate cave quickly entered the cave.

The second-level formation of the inner gate cave can isolate their spiritual consciousness.

"Kuangtu Chu, don’t be too arrogant, we inner monks are not... Pfft……"

The inner monk who spoke was suddenly suppressed by dozens of auras.

Dozens of figures walking in the clouds burst out their spiritual consciousness.

As the top group of monks in the inner sect.

Who cares about the threat of those wastes that linger in the foundation building stage all their lives.

Su Yuan snorted lightly when he saw this.

""Zero three zero." He knew that whenever an opportunity came, it would be the day when the demons would dance wildly. The top inner monks of the Corpse Demon Sect did not fear others at all when they joined forces. As long as the true disciples of the Golden Core Realm could not take action, who could suppress them.

Su Yuan gently stroked the green gourd hanging on his waist, and the three hundred blood-winged soul-destroying ants vibrated their blood wings, forming an invisible barrier to isolate the outside world.

Then, the three hundred blood-winged soul-destroying ants revealed their ferocious mouthparts.

Buzz!

The spiritual consciousness that was covered was all bitten fiercely by the blood-winged soul-destroying ants.

The faces of the top inner sect monks standing in the clouds suddenly changed.

"Ahhhhhhh——"

The roar of pain spread across the entire mountain range.

Spiritual consciousness is conceived by the soul and is equivalent to an extension of the soul.

When the spiritual consciousness is bitten, the soul is damaged and the soul is damaged.

The head-exploding feeling at that moment is indescribable to outsiders.

I saw the inner monks who were flying in the air above the mountains falling like dumplings.

Kuangtu Chu, who was at the peak of the eighth level of foundation building, covered his head and roared.

His body froze for a moment, and he fell into the mountains with the monks.

The other monks were frightened by the sudden change of situation.

Who would have thought that within two or three breaths, dozens of top inner sect monks would all fall to the ground. Even a sect competition might not be able to see such a spectacular sight.

A chill ran down the spine of the inner monk who came back to his senses. He fled the mountain without saying a word, for fear of provoking the monk who had secretly taken action.

"In less than a month, the sect’s centenary competition will be held. It seems that this year will be another battle between dragons and tigers. The top ten monks in the inner sect will change hands again."

"This is a grand event of a century-old sect competition. If I hadn’t reluctantly stepped into the foundation building, I probably wouldn’t have been qualified to witness this inner sect fight."

"Alas, the sect has held a grand competition for a hundred years, with countless casualties. We stepped into the foundation building, but it happened to be such a grand event. I don’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse."

"It is rumored that the first place in the inner sect competition can enter the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion to choose a skill, which can only be entered by the sect master and the supreme elder."

"Then you have to have your life to go in. Every time there is a sect competition, the corpses of the fallen inner sect monks are piled up like mountains, far more than those of the outer sect and true disciples."

The fleeing inner sect monks realized that there was another bloody storm.

The person who did it secretly did not even show his face and defeated more than a dozen geniuses.

If he had attacked with all his strength, what a terrifying scene would have been.

If he had fought with him in the sect competition. If they met, they would be killed if they didn't meet each other, and they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Su Yuan was flying in the sky on a cloud of corpses. He heard the sect competition discussed among the inner sect monks on the way, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

The century-old sect competition that was once out of reach is now within reach.

……

The high mountains and ridges were shrouded in gloomy black mist.

The mist wind howled in the valley, carrying the surging Yin energy into the bone marrow.

Deep in the ancient mountain forests are horrifying creatures that breathe in the yin energy of heaven and earth.

Even though the monks of the Corpse Demon Sect also absorbed corpse energy to practice, they still couldn't help but shiver when they approached the True Demon Mountain Range.

The sky above the True Demon Mountain Range was shrouded in gloomy black mist.

A crack-like dim light stood in the deepest part of the black mist.

That is the entrance to the small world of True Demon.

The gloomy wind at the entrance was so strong that it made people feel numb.

I saw streaks of light across the sky, quickly escaping into the small world.

Su Yuan's spiritual power turned into a stream of light and rushed into the dim light.

In an instant.

The world in front of me is upside down, chaotic and spinning. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

When he stabilized again, Su Yuan was already standing in a scorched earth.

Underfoot were blood-black withered bones, and a devastated scene came into view.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and the foundation-building monks can be seen looming over each other.

"Put down that jade bone, otherwise you will die!"

"Hahaha, I, Wang Teng, have finally entered the middle stage of foundation building!"[]

"Wang Teng, you are seeking death. You can eat the Blood Corpse Fruit. I will dig it out of your stomach today! Come and die!"

"Jiejie, Jiejie, my Hundred Ghost Banner happens to be short of three foundation-building souls. I think the three of you are good! Come and stand in my flag obediently.........."

"……"

Su Yuan was dazzled by the chaotic scene.

The small world of the real demon is full of killing and blood.

From time to time, blood will appear in the dense dark clouds.

Occasionally, a round head will fall from the sky to the feet.

Su Yuan also saw a lot of people picking up leaks.

Climbing on the ground, he took the opportunity to steal the broken body of the foundation-building monk.

Even though we are both foundation-building monks, there is always someone who can give you different surprises.

Su Yuan suddenly noticed that the ground under his feet was a little soft.

When he moved his feet, he saw a blood-colored plant that looked like a pitcher plant, crawling in the soil, emitting a faint orange light.

He kicked open the"cage" with his feet, and a round blood silkworm rolled out of it.

The dragon-devouring blood silkworm is an ancient alien species that contains a trace of true dragon blood in its body. It is said that the ancestor of silkworms in ancient times swallowed a young true dragon.

Since then, the descendants of silkworm ancestors have derived the rare branch line of dragon-eating blood silkworms.

They can parasitize in the bodies of living beings, swallow their blood, and then convert it into spiritual blood. They are the top treasures of the blood lineage.

It is known as the"moving sea of ​​blood" by demonic blood cultivators.

The specific effects are not recorded too much in the anecdote.

But one or two things can be vaguely glimpsed from the title of the Demonic Blood Cultivator.

Su Yuan's brows raised slightly.

Good guy.

As expected, the golden bone medicine was not in vain.

Look at this luck, you can't even stop 4.7!

Su Yuan took it into his palm without saying a word.

I found a broken jade box everywhere and sealed it inside.

As soon as I threw it into the storage bag, I noticed a shaking between the sky and the earth.

Su Yuan raised his eyes, and saw that the dense dark clouds were violently torn apart, and countless fire rains pierced the sky. One of the fireballs contained a bright aura.

"Spiritual weapon! That is a spiritual weapon!"

I don't know who suddenly pointed at the sky and screamed. The small world of Zhenmo seemed to be quiet at this moment.

The next moment, countless light points gathered into a torrent and rushed towards the fire rain.

Among them, there were many as big as the Golden Core Realm. Monk.

Su Yuan didn't join in the fun. There was indeed a spiritual weapon inside.

But he had to be alive to get it.

Su Yuan's golden pupils flickered, and then he headed towards a red light pillar.