At this time, countless arms rushed out of the ink pond, rolling towards the two of them like giant pythons. Zhan Feng snorted coldly, and the Nine-generation Demon Flame lingered all over his body. The countless black arms continued to rotate and merge around the spiritual fire, gradually turning into a huge black cover, and the black light generously covered Zhan Feng.

Pu'an's body was also covered in black, like an airtight cage.

At this time, all the black arms in the Jiuyou Banner were pushed out of the banner. Yan Wuchang heard a whispering spell, and a shrill ghost cry came from the Jiuyou Banner. Then more than a dozen ferocious ghost heads surged out of the banner and rushed towards the wandering black arms.

At this time, Yan Wuchang still lowered his head, his long hair dispersed without wind, and the magic spells in his mouth became louder and louder. The ghost heads rushed faster and faster, and when they rushed past Pu'an and Zhan Feng.

"burst!"

Yan Wuchang suddenly raised his head, and his eyes turned green. With his angry shout, the dozen or so ghost heads suddenly burst out, rushing towards the black light shield on Pu'an and Zhan Feng, instantly wrapped the black light shield, gradually turning into two black light balls filled with ghosts.

"Blood stains the underworld, and stones break through the sky!"

Yan Wuchang's blue eyes looked gloomy and terrifying, his face turned extremely crazy, and hissings kept shouting these eight words.

The sound waves rush back and forth in the air, hit the wall and ejected back. The shouting in the whole space became increasingly dense and louder, and it didn't take long to be like millions of people shouting together.

"Blood stains the underworld, and stones break through the sky!"

With this huge sound wave, all the black arms above the Mochi turned into black mist and began to spread around the room. The demonic energy soared into the sky, and the remaining black liquid in the Mochi also flew into the air, wandering and shuttled quickly like the black fog. In an instant, the entire room filled.

But the two black soul balls that wrapped Pu'an and Zhan Feng began to shrink inward!

"Blood Stone Demon Clan, blood and soul are united!" Yan Wuchang shouted loudly and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood into the air.

Blood melted into the black fog. The black fog in the sky suddenly contracted into a ball. Then it suddenly dispersed to the surroundings, gradually turning into forty-eight demon souls about three meters high. After these demon souls formed, they did not stop at all, roared continuously, and rushed to the forty-eight stone statues around them.

"Blood Stone Demon Clan, return to the underworld!" Yan Wuchang shouted again.

After surrounding the stone statue for several weeks, those demon souls turned into forty-eight thick black silks, shot into the middle of the forehead of the stone statue, and flashed away.

After the demon soul returned to his position, the stone statue's eyes flashed red, and it started to move "crack".

Yan Wuchang was overjoyed, and the green in his eyes became even more intense. He quickly stretched his index finger into his mouth. He bit it suddenly, then swung his wrist towards the black light ball, and two drops of blood were thrown onto the black light ball.

"break!"

With this shout, forty-eight stone statues began to walk towards Pu'an and Zhan Feng with a "bang, bang", and slowly raised their hands, and the stone sword in their hands flashed with a gloomy cold light.

"Hahaha, my bloodstone puppet is perfect, you two will die!" Yan Wuchang burst out with a crazy laugh. At this moment, the two were imprisoned by their soul binding technique. This soul binding technique can't help but imprison the monks' ** and can also absorb their soul power.

If your soul power is lost, it is like a walking zombie. No matter how powerful your magic power is, you can only die with your eyes closed. These two people have been imprisoned for more than a cup of tea. At this moment, it is estimated that Tuling's intelligence has been greatly lost.

Yan Wuchang was extremely proud. As early as the square before, he found the words of the Blood Stone Clan and his heart moved. There was a martial art called "Soul Demon Calling", which could use ghost souls to awaken the demon god. The demon god is the soul of the demon clan. This Blood Stone Clan is known as one of the ten ancient demon clans, and the demon soul in the clan is extremely powerful.

Although after tens of thousands of years of silence, the demon god was absolutely impossible to dissipate. In other words, there must be a demon god in this square. At that time, he pretended to stain the spirit pillars with blood, in order to summon the demon god, but he never thought that Zhan Feng would be disrupted and had to be teleported here with the two of them.

When he just came here, he looked up at the stone statues around him. He was shocked. These stone statues were definitely puppets made by the Blood Stone Demon Clan. Generally, puppets require the activation of souls or ghosts, and activating these blood Stone Puppets must require the Demon God.

Later, when he discovered this Mochi, he could finally conclude that this Mochi was the nourishment place for demons for tens of thousands of years. However, after tens of thousands of years, these demons had already lost all their spirit and intelligence, and their quality had become a pool of spring water.

But "Demon Soul Call" can awaken them all!

The two people in front of them were a Buddhist monk and an authentic Xuanmen. The power of the ghosts was extremely powerful. By using it to sacrifice to refine his Jiuyou Banner, the Jiuyou Banner could be raised to a higher level and accommodate thousands of ghosts. The power was at least three times stronger than now. When all the blood corpse puppets woke up, these two people would definitely become fish on their chopping boards and let them be slaughtered. How could such benefits not make him moved?

Yan Wuchang thought in his heart that although Zhan Feng was mysterious, his magic power had obviously broken through the tenth stage of the Spirit Gathering, and it was not scary to deal with it. However, Monk Pu'an had been in the tenth stage of the Spirit Gathering for many years, and it was probably close to the Great Perfection.

Therefore, he pretended to touch the blood at the edge of the pool, lured Pu'an to the edge of the pool, and then suddenly launched it to capture Pu'an in one fell swoop. As for Zhan Feng, his reaction was so slow that he was trapped.

Yan Wuchang watched the forty-eight blood corpse puppets step by step into the soul ball, and the laughter became more and more crazy and rapid.

Suddenly, someone behind him said lightly: "Donor, how about putting down the butcher's knife?"

Yan Wuchang was shocked, and suddenly stretched forward, and heard a "clang" sound behind him, as if the sound of gold and iron fighting each other. He twisted his body in the air and saw Zhan Feng holding a white flying sword, looking at him coldly, while Pu'an's golden arms slowly retracted.

Zhan Feng's face darkened: "Master, what does this mean?"

Pu'an Baoxiang is solemn: "Display the donor and do not commit murderous sins!"

It turned out that Zhan Feng realized that Yan Wuchang was ill-behaved and had already informed Pu'an in secret. The two pretended to be fooled. Pu'an used the Buddhist "color is the great illusion of emptiness" to deceive Yan Wuchang, but sneaked behind the other party. Zhan Feng slashed it out with a sword, and wanted to end Yan Wuchang's life, but he was blocked by Pu'an's Vajra body.

Yan Wuchang snorted coldly, but did not speak. He was about to use the magic spell to drive the blood corpse puppets to continue attacking, but suddenly he felt a piercing pain in his mind, and immediately lost consciousness and fell into the coma. As soon as he fell into a coma, the blood corpse puppets suddenly stopped stiffly.

Pu'an said softly: "Amitabha, don't be surprised by the donor, please forgive others if you want to forgive me!"

Zhan Feng glanced at him. This monk was a bit too kind. It was common for the world of immortal cultivation to kill and fight ruthlessly. It was really puzzling that such a compassionate person could survive until now. He thought about this in his heart, but he did not speak again.

Pu'an's robe sleeves waved, and an iron chain tied up Yan Wuchang.

"Donor Yan has fallen into my boundless Buddhism and has temporarily lost his mind. Therefore, these blood corpse puppets are not worth worrying at this time. It is important for you and me to leave here as soon as possible."

When Zhan Feng heard this, he nodded and agreed.

Pu'an carried Yan Wuchang with his hand. The two of them walked through the gap between the blood corpse puppet and slowly came to a teleportation array. Zhan Feng took out three spirit stones from his arms and placed them in the holes. The teleportation array immediately emitted a dazzling white light. He turned around and looked at Pu'an.

"Master, should you go with me, or use another teleportation array?"

"I'd better go forward and retreat with the donor, so that I can take care of you!" Pu'an said with a smile.

Zhan Feng stopped talking and turned around and walked into the teleportation array. Pu'an followed him with Yan Wuchang. After a white light flashed, the figures here disappeared.

When he opened his eyes here, Zhan Feng was shocked. The strong spiritual energy fluctuated here. He looked at Pu'an beside him, and the latter was also surprised, obviously feeling the abnormality here.

Looking around, there was a tall altar in front of the two of them. The altar was cast by white jade, in a stair-shaped column shape, with a row of steps extending upwards on each side. From a distance, the top of the altar was shrouded in a ball of white light, and a large altar made of white jade faintly revealed, and there was no idea what was on it.
Chapter completed!