The disciples of the Demon Cult create strong blood.

Feng Lan judged from a few words that the dead non-human race was unwilling to rush into the potential ambush circle. Instead, he stayed away slightly, keeping a safer distance, waiting to see what happened, and thinking of good strategies.

The Taoist and magical powers he knows and the magic weapons he possesses are simply proof of his identity, unless other attack methods can be used.

The art of talismans has not yet become popular.

When it comes to spells, the more expensive the spell, the more difficult it is and the more spiritual power it consumes.

Talisman art is just a branch of the great avenue of magic, it has a strict process of talisman formation and talismans.

The monk's abundant and refined spiritual power is only a necessary condition for the last process of "spiritual infusion".

The two core processes of drawing the talisman array and refining the urn diagram require years of practice before you can master the skills.

However, the real cornerstone of the talisman is the monk's proficiency in the ten talisman patterns of Yin and Yang, Five Elements.

Whether it is a first-level spell or a non-level spell, they are all composed of complex yin-yang and five elements and ten runes.

Three feet of ice cannot be frozen in one day.

Unfortunately, at the time when Fenglan was concentrating on practicing the Talisman Technique, he was in a fragile situation where he could not help but travel through the three realms at any time, which caused a lot of delays in the progress of the Talisman Technique.

When he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy, he suddenly saw a white light rising into the sky from the southwest.

After a moment, a majestic fairyland mountain gate emerged behind the white light. Behind the gate was the majestic and ethereal fairyland cave sky. It was tall and straight, with unparalleled majesty. Deeper by the clouds and mist, a huge bronze coffin was suspended.

It seemed that the hanging coffin was shaking slightly.

Suddenly, there was a heavy dragging sound of chains around the hanging coffin.

It lasted less than a moment, and everything disappeared without a trace.

It's like a mirage from the underworld.

Feng Lan made a quick judgment and Yu Jian rushed over.

Just because of that kind of white light, he had seen it when Six-Tails and Seven-Tails were casting spells, and he vaguely believed that it was not a human magic weapon, a magic circle, or some Taoist magical power.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Cult members were even more daring and had already rushed over, only to be surrounded by a group of mysterious people and both sides started fighting.

Feng Lan observed in the dark.

The magic weapons and Taoist magical powers of the disciples of the Demon Sect are the same as the body refining magical powers of the Zhangtian Sect, but the methods are different.

However, the attack methods of the besiegers were mysterious and unpredictable.

Someone sacrificed an animal skin, flames rolled, blood splashed,

What's especially weird is that after the splashing blood flashes with sparks, a blood-colored worm will appear.

The blood worms spit out flames, the stench is extremely stench, and there are lightning flashes in the flames, like the tentacles of the blood worms, sniffing for blood.

Xuanwu, a disciple of the Demon Cult, was in a hurry. Thanks to Shen Xuanni, who was on the side, he used his sword to cast a spell, and a red flame burned the blood worms, destroying the opponent's mysterious Taoism.

Even Feng Lan cannot recognize this magical power.

"The Rizhao of Palm Heaven Sect Tianying Peak?" The person opposite was also shocked and asked in a deep voice, "Yes or no?"

"That's weird!" Shen Xuanni and Xuanwu stepped back slightly, and Shen Xuanni frowned and said, "How can Tianying Peak's magical power restrain Chaotian Sect's ancient witch blood spell?"

"It's both ancient witchcraft." Xuanwu chuckled, "Wenzhang, the old Qianpo, was originally the daughter of Wu Xian, and was adopted by the Immortal Lord Zhangtian."

"You are not disciples of the Zhangtian Sect!" the man opposite said coldly, "Thieves, suffer death!"

The two sides fought fiercely at one point, fighting fiercely.

Feng Lan thought, it seems that the disciples of the Demon Sect are not acting under the guise of disciples of another sect, which is reasonable and unreasonable.

This made it impossible for him to accurately judge the true intentions of the Demonic Cult.

What makes Feng Lan happy is that he already knows that the mysterious sect Chaotian Sect is a lineage of ancient witches that has been passed down to this day.

The legend of ancient witches has a long history.

The first ruler on the Taiming Continent was the Ancient Witch Clan. It lasted for a long time and reached its peak, which was unmatched.

Just because no one knows when the ancient witch clan originated.

More importantly, the later human race, that is, the modern

The current human race does not regard the Ancient Witch Clan as the same kind.

The human race hates the demon race to the core, and even after thousands of years, the blood feud is still like a blazing fire, never ending.

However, the human race's hatred towards the ancient witch clan far outweighs its hatred towards the demon clan.

For the wind and waves coming through, this situation is easy to understand.

In another country where he lives, the barbarians, Di Rong and barbarians have been despised since ancient times, which is more or less the same meaning.

The so-called great unification of all dynasties and generations was based on absolute suppression by force.

As long as we relax even a little bit, all kinds of rebellions and wars will break out.

Feng Lan observed carefully and already had a basic impression and understanding of the mysterious ancient witchcraft. He thought that as long as he calmly responded to the challenge, the strange attacks of the ancient witchcraft were not without flaws.

"Walk!"

Shen Xuehong said in a deep voice.

The next moment, the demon sect disciples suddenly withdrew from the battle circle and disappeared into the mountains.

From the perspective of the scene, those who knew ancient witchcraft began to gain the upper hand, but gradually lost their strength in the battle of wits.

It seems that their spellcasting consumes the monk's spirit and vitality very much and cannot last long.

"The sect leader has ordered you to return to the mountain gate as soon as possible."

One person took out the shiny black talisman around his waist and said in a deep voice.

They left too.

The sky has darkened.

Dark night is coming.

Fenglan waited there for half an hour, and was about to take action when suddenly there was the sound of grass moving, followed by a burst of shrill screams.

Fenglan approached secretly and came to the side of a valley covered in thick fog.

After a moment, three monsters with monkey heads and leopard bodies carried the body of a monster with leopard heads and monkey bodies and walked into the valley.

After the three monsters walked into the valley, two figures followed quietly. They were Xuanwu, a disciple of the Demon Cult, and the ordinary-looking young disciple.

"Qinglong, do you want to go in and destroy this bastard monster clan?" Xuanwu said in a deep voice.

"The human race and the demon race have a blood feud and are incompatible with each other." The young man named Qinglong said, "In the past ten thousand years, the demon race, which once regarded pure blood as the only supreme and noble one, has been reduced to needing to live among miscellaneous creatures to survive. In the world of human cultivation, But the flowers are blooming like a raging fire cooking oil, and everything is flourishing. It can be said that one thought will last forever, and one thought will destroy you."

"I didn't ask you about principles and theories, but whether you want to do it or not?" Xuanwu curled his lips and said speechlessly.

"The demon race is a powerful race that has flourished for thirty-three generations and lasted for more than 160,000 years. Even today, the human race still does not know its origin and origin, and the rumored demon world is still illusory. Therefore, we You must not act rashly or recklessly." Qinglong said, "We will make detailed plans when Senior Sister Shen and others arrive. This is already the sphere of influence of the Chaotian Sect, and stronger ancient witches will appear at any time. Never do anything carelessly to avoid branches and chaos."

Xuanwu had already rolled his eyes.

Phew~, suddenly, a stone spear rushed out of the mist of the valley and pierced Xuanwu.

Xuanwu grabbed him and said coldly: "You bastard, you are looking for death."

How could the demon race that rushed out of the mist of the valley be a match for the two elite disciples of the Demon Sect?

In the blink of an eye, everyone who rushed out of the valley was killed.

Xuanwu dug out a warm heart, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Qinglong walks into the mist of the valley.

Xuanwu followed behind.

The wind swept from the mountainside into the valley.

The entrance to the valley is about three feet deep and is shrouded in mist, but there is a different world inside the valley.

An old monster with a leopard head and a leopard body stood at the front with his hands behind his back. On the left were nearly a hundred strong young monsters, and on the right were the old, weak, sick and disabled monsters.

Obviously, the battle just now had exhausted all the strong men in the demon tribe in the valley.

Qinglong said nothing and held out a ring with three pure colors of purple, black and red. The three-color light emitted from the ring was like a bloodthirsty snake biting the demon clan's throat.

The old demon suddenly raised his hands above his head, knelt on his knees, and let out a weird laugh.

moment,

A five-color halo lit up above the old demon's head, like a half-opened and half-closed leopard's eye, lifeless. The intertwined five-color light fell from the halo, as if ribbons were falling, and it actually blocked the three-color light of Qinglong's ring.

"Leopard Eyes of the Gods?"

Qinglong shouted angrily in a deep voice, with murderous intent in full force.

However, the five demon youths on the left side of the old demon took advantage of the situation to rush out and attack Qinglong's vitals.

The old demon was furious and tried to dissuade him, but it was too late.

The actions of the young demon clan were not arranged by the old demon.
To be continued...