Saint Xuan Cai looked a little unhappy, but he knew that the Saint Dumpling Son had practiced the Xuanyin bone refining technique and had already refined all his flesh and blood into the bones. Naturally, he was inhumane and had no interest in women.

Although the Xuancai Enchanting Technique in Hehuan Pavilion is powerful, the majesty of the martial arts is naturally greatly reduced for the Dead Bone Saint Son who cut off lust. The Saint Xuancai only felt boring and leaned towards Mo Wentian with his body in a charming voice: "The dead bone dog cannot spit out ivory in his mouth, so it's better for the Ghost Slayer Brother!"

Mo Wentian remained silent. He was very afraid of the woman and secretly became alert.

"Brother Guisha is good, but he is too arrogant. He only has the Demon Saint in his eyes. Where can the others be kept in their eyes?"

The Son of the Dead Bone bent down and groped on the three-eyed demon. Suddenly coughed dryly and laughed loudly: "Good boy, although he is poor like me, he has a jar of ghost heartburn. It is a sixth-level quality good wine, which is just used to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, he groped in the three-eyed demon treasure bag, raised a wine jar, tore open the seal and poured it into the skull wine pot, and laughed dryly: "Brother Guisha, we two haven't met for a long time. I'll give you a cup first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skull wine pot was thrown by him and a parabola was drawn in the air, as if there was life, looking straight ahead at Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian frowned. Even if the wine pot refined by the three-eyed demon head was filled with some fine wine wine, he would not touch his mouth and was about to wave his sleeves and roll it aside.

But at this moment, blood filled the air, and a strong smell of blood swept over in the wind. A violent voice said, "Boy Boy, what kind of good wine is that? Don't even know how to respect me?"

A ball of rolling plasma swept into the air, and a blood-colored tentacle spiraled out like lightning, sweeping away the falling wine pot. A blurred and hideous face stretched out from the blood plasma, like a fierce spirit imprisoned in the blood prison. A blood-colored mouth suddenly sucked, and the spiritual wine in the wine pot fell into the hideous blood mouth as if it were a piece of practice.

"Sure enough, no matter what kind of spiritual wine it is, it is not as good as the fresh human blood!"

A fierce sound came from the ball of blood, and it floated in front of the headless corpse of the Three-Eyed Demon. The plasma rolled and condensed, and gradually condensed into a person. The man was covered in blood, and even his eyes were flashing with fierce blood, as if his body was condensed from blood.

"This person has desire in his blood. Obviously, his willpower was not strong during his lifetime. If I drink it, I will have to refine it well, otherwise it will affect the demon's heart."

The man with blood all over his body opened his mouth and sucked it. The blood on the three-eyed demon's thick neck squirted wildly, becoming a bloody ray of drilling into the man's mouth. The three-eyed demon's corpse seemed to be drained, withering and drying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye it became a thousand-year-old mummy.

Saint Xuan Cai looked a little bad, as if she was extremely afraid of this person. She frowned and said, "Holy Son of Blood-Devouring, your nose is so spiritual that you can actually find it here."

"Where there is blood, there will be my demon!"

The blood-colored figure laughed loudly and walked to the corpse of the Rakshasa woman. The light of a wild beast that was chosen to be eaten in her blood pupils was opened, and her ferocious bloody mouth was about to bite the Rakshasa woman's neck.

"Wait, the Blood-Devouring Holy Son, you can't suck the blood of a woman!"

Suddenly, a sound came in the wilderness, like the cold wind blowing by the underworld of Jiuyou, making people feel cold in their hearts.

"Damn? Who is talking?" The Blood-Devouring Holy Son looked at the voice, but saw the cold voice coming from a deserted grave next to him. His blood-colored eyes couldn't help but be a little shocked.

The bone jaws in the mouth of the Holy Son of the Borne seemed to tremble, and he said in a bitter smile: "Who else can it be? Of course it is that terrible guy."

While he was talking, the deserted tomb next to him vibrated and slowly cracked in front of everyone's eyes, as if he was opening a heavy stone door. Inside the door was a coffin, with a dark air covered with black patterns, and the rich corpse energy lingered.

But on the top of the coffin, there was a man sitting with a pale face without a trace of blood. There were waves of corpse gas on his head, as if a dead man was resting on the living people. He looked at them with a smile and said, "You are making noise outside, but why do we and my wife sleep inside?"

Even if others don’t know how they feel, Mo Wentian was in awe of his heart. The Son of the Dead Bone was vaguely aware of it, but in the grave behind it, there was such a sinister young man hidden. He didn’t even realize it at all. It can be seen that this person’s strength is extremely terrifying. He should be the Son of the Yin Corpse who ranks third among the Seven Demons.

The Saint of Xuan Cai and the Saint of Dead Bone are already chilling in their hearts, but now the Saint of Blood-Devouring and the Saint of Yin Corpse have appeared one after another. There are four of the Seven Saints of Heavenly Demons here. Mo Wentian complained secretly. Fortunately, the Saint of Ghost Demon is unrestrained and usually looks cold and arrogant, but now he pretends to be this person, but they have not seen through it.

But once you take action, your Xibei goods will definitely be exposed. It is not that easy to pretend to be the Ghost Evil Son. Just as Mo Wentian was struggling to make good plans, the Blood-Devouring Son was already tense and shouted coldly: "Son of Yin Corpse, don't meddle in other people's business. This Rakshasa Demon is the Golden Elder of the Earth Demon Sect. Her blood has a nourishing effect on my demon. If I don't drink it now, wouldn't it be wasted?"

"I don't care about this!" The Holy Son of Yin Corpse shook his head silently, and suddenly reached out to touch the black coffin. A tenderness flashed in his eyes and said coldly: "My beloved wife is a woman, so women's blood is not allowed to drink."

"Fart, what's the logic!" The Blood-Devouring Holy Son was full of violence and couldn't help but whisper in a low voice: "You are a man, can you be the man in the world?"

He obviously did not want to have a fight with the Yin Zi Holy Son, so his voice was not too loud. But even so, it fell into the ears of the Yin Zi Holy Son, and a murderous intent flashed across his sinister face, and slowly floated up on the coffin.

Seeing this, the Son of the Dead Bone immediately smoothed out and said, "The Son of Yin Zi is all disciples of the Demon Sect. There is no need to hurt the harmony of such a trivial matter. Moreover, the Seven Demon Saints of the Demon were sent to the ruins of the imperial city, but to obtain the inheritance of the True King of the Demon, it is absolutely necessary to not lose the big picture because of the small."

Saint Xuan Cai also advised him: "Brother Blood-Devouring, that zombie is strange and has been a long time since it was not a day or two, so why should I have the same knowledge as him?"

The Blood-Devouring Holy Son was originally very afraid of the Yin Corpse Holy Son, and was not really willing to fight him. At this time, he was just taking advantage of the steps, snorting coldly, and then stopped saying a word.

The expression of the Yin Clephant Saint gradually calmed down. He gently pressed the black coffin with his hand and said in a gentle tone: "Wanqing, I know that you don't like blood, and the Blood-Devouring Saint is practicing the great method of transforming blood and coagulating form, and it is not something that can be dealt with by the husband. If you ask for help, you will definitely be stained with his stinky blood."

As he finished speaking, the black coffin suddenly trembled, and the coffin on it couldn't be kept vibrating, as if the person inside was about to jump out.

The hand of the Yin Zi Sheng gently brushed it on it, gentle as if he was stroking the lover's skin, and said softly: "Wanqing, you can rest assured that being a husband will not make you do something difficult."

It’s strange that under the slow brush of the Yin Corpse Holy Son, the coffin gradually became quiet, as if his emotions were gradually calming down.

Mo Wentian looked at him quietly, but his heart felt a chill. He had heard of the Seven Demon Sages of the Yin Corpse Son. It is said that this person was originally a prince of the Great Qin Kingdom. His talent was still above the Thirteenth Taibao in the Seven Star Hall, but for some reason, he actually killed his first wife, threw himself into the Yin Corpse Tomb of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and killed his wife and fell into the Demon Way.

The Holy Son of Yin Corpse was already an extremely terrifying existence, but his wife was even more shocking. If one of the five geniuses recognized by the Bianhuang Spirit Realm was not killed by him, he would have now grown into an existence that is not as weak as the True Lord of Tianyi.

However, after being killed by the Yin Zi Holy Son, he used the Yin Evil Corpse Refining Technique of the Yin Zi Tomb to refine it into a golden elixir Yin Zi. It is rumored that the cultivator who is at the ninth level and is enough to compete with the Great Perfect Golden Elixir is ranked third among the seven saints of the Heavenly Demon.

After comforting the black coffin, the Holy Son of Yin Corpse swept over with a pair of sharp eyes and said in a dark voice: "You are too late. I have been here for two days."

The Blood-Devouring Saint Son snorted coldly and said unhappy: "I am greedy for a few mouthfuls of human blood on the road, so I was a little delayed. However, the two saints of Heavenly Demon and Netherworld have not yet arrived here, so it is useless to get one step earlier."

The Holy Son of the Dead Bone said, "It's really strange. Not to mention the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld, the strength of the Demon Saint was unfathomable. With her footwork, it was absolutely impossible for her to fall behind."

While he was talking, the Saint Xuan Cai screamed in shock, as if he had seen something incredible, pointed to the sky above his head and said, "You...you see where do you see?"

Including Mo Wentian, everyone looked in the direction she pointed out, but they couldn't help but feel dull like clay sculptures, all of which were fixed.

But in the air, a woman carrying a secondary painting scroll came over the wind. She was wearing a black robe that dragged the ground, covered with a black veil like smoke, revealing a pair of black pupils that looked like stars and gems. It was clear and transparent without any impurities, and was like a bottomless black hole, emitting an irresistible and powerful gravity.

Anyone who sees the water-cut eyes is immersed in the mind without realizing it. The mysterious charm seems to exist only in dreams, so beautiful that it is irresistible.

She was like the moon, blooming alone in the void, and could only admire herself.

She seemed like fire, knowing that touch would hurt her, but she was like a moth without hesitation.

She looks like a cloud, which is obviously changeable, but makes people stubbornly think that such beauty exists only for themselves.

This extremely strange beauty can make all the women in the world commit suicide gradually. Men in the world will fight for her to die. Facing her beauty, it seems that all the mistakes in the world can be forgiven.

"The Holy Maiden of the Netherworld is not coming, it's getting late, you guys follow me!"

A clear spring sounded in the hearts of everyone, and ripples rippled, causing everyone to turn their minds in an instant.
Chapter completed!