Puff! Puff! Puff!

Wei Hong was like a heavy collision on the iron wall. The terrifying force made Wei Hong like a kite with a string falling off. The endless sharp blade made Wei Hong's blood flow, and his appearance looked extremely miserable.

The moment he flew backwards, Wei Hong had no time to react, and a sharp palm grabbed Wei Hong directly, as if the space was completely locked, and a trace of solemnity appeared in Wei Hong's eyes.

Swish!

A sharp look flashed in Wei Hong's eyes, and he stepped heavily on the ground. Then, his whole body ran wildly towards the distance like a kite with a short string. Wei Hong could not stop the momentum coming from behind.

Because of this, Wei Hong was almost one thousandth of breath, gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a huge impact force. The dazzling golden light emitted from his body roared in a low voice, and the knife intention that soared into the sky smuggled the space, causing Wei Hongchun to breathe for a moment and rushed out directly.

Hey!

The old man in purple robe behind him showed a hint of surprise and exclaimed softly. He obviously did not expect Wei Hong to be able to break out of his blockade. His face was extremely gloomy and he shouted coldly: "I want to take a look, how long can you last?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground seemed to be shortened in an instant, shrinking into an inch, stepping out, and when he appeared again, he suddenly came to Wei Hong, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and the momentum on his body seemed like a spring, which made Wei Hong feel great pressure.

puff!

Wei Hong spurted out blood, and such a strong pressure made Wei Hong unable to resist at all. The cultivation level of the first level of the Saint-level is not something Wei Hong can resist now.

roar!

I could only see the old man in purple robe that was faintly visible behind him. A huge big roc was condensed by the old man in purple robe. The big roc formed by the true energy roared repeatedly, and the surrounding space seemed to be shattered in an instant. The endless fragments were easily danced by the old man in purple, like sharp blades. They swept towards Wei Hong like a storm.

Wei Hong's expression was extremely solemn, but there was no panic on his face, and endless light flashed in his eyes. Looking at the attack of the old man in purple robe, Wei Hong stepped on the ground with complex marks formed by his hands, and the giant dragons transformed into an instant, blasted towards the old man in purple robe.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The attacks and violent collisions were repeated. The blood in Wei Hong's mouth gushed out as if he was not worth it. His expression was extremely pale. The old man in purple robe shook his head slightly, and a hint of mocking appeared in his eyes. A huge claw condensed with his right hand grabbed Wei Hong.

This time, the old man in purple robe blocked the space around Wei Hong. He wanted to kill Wei Hong with a direct blow, not wanting to waste his troubles. After all, for Wei Hong, the genius of the human race, the old man in purple robe is a descendant of the Peng Demon King. Although they are not in the beast spirit world now, they, one of the seven great saints of the demon clan, naturally hated the human race quite a lot, and everything was naturally to be strangled.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The space was broken, and the expression of the old man in the purple robe became extremely ugly, because there was no scene of blood flying everywhere, just a afterimage jumped into pieces. The old man in the purple robe turned around and only looked hundreds of meters away. Wei Hong's slightly embarrassed figure flashed, and at the same time fled wildly to the distance.

"What a cunning boy."

The old man in purple robe shouted lightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even more fierce. He did not expect that with his holy level cultivation, he did not kill Wei Hong, which was a shame for the old man in purple robe.

"Sir, what should I do?"

At this time, several figures also appeared behind the old man in purple robe. One of the short men showed a hint of worry in his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Jin Feng was killed, and he was not as good as others. I, the descendant of the Peng Demon King, is a half-step Saint-level cultivation, and even the eighth level of the human race can't be killed. Then he deserves to be killed." The old man with purple robe flashed with disdain in his eyes and said coldly.

"But, where is the Presbyterian's Council..." the other person said with a little concern at this time.

"Hmph, he is just a seed, it's nothing. Now the most urgent thing is to kill Wei Hong. Since my descendant of Peng Demon King is about to come out again, he must become the leader of the demon clan."

The old man in purple snorted coldly, and then quickly said: "Stop talking nonsense, go, hurry up and follow that kid."

As he said that, the old man in purple stepped on the ground with a speed of thunder and lightning, chasing Wei Hong in the direction where he disappeared. The other people looked at each other and shook their heads slightly and hurriedly followed.

puff!

Wei Hong spurted out blood, and all the internal organ fragments were spit out by Wei Hong. At this time, Wei Hong clearly felt that all his bones seemed to have completely broken. Even Wei Hong was hanging in one breath now.

A spiritual vein in the Pearl of Hades was absorbed by Wei Hong's crazy and greedy manner. The Demon King's Regeneration Technique was being used quickly. However, Wei Hong's injuries were still slow, and the figures of the old men in the purple robe behind him were getting closer and closer, which made Wei Hong feel extremely anxious.

The gloomy and terrifying cemeteries around were emitting a strong resentment, but Wei Hong didn't feel anything. However, what he didn't notice was that the rich corpse energy was rapidly gathering below the cemetery, and the entire cemetery below was like a huge pool of blood below, with rich corpse energy. Even a strong man with a holy level cultivation level would instantly lose his mind when he came here.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The sounds of injustice were heard from the extremely rich, foggy corpse air, like crying, making people feel extremely numb in their scalp. At this time, the soul bodies were quickly condensed, and at the same time, as if reporting the situation to the middle.

The change below was above the treacherous grave. At this time, powerful figures appeared quietly above the treacherous grave. Everyone felt something was wrong, because the lowest level of cultivation of these people was at the ninth level of the king level. Most people generally had a half-step saint level cultivation. These strong people gathered here, making everyone feel something was wrong.
Chapter completed!