Xue Tong's body was covered in Gang Demon smoke, and the sky was covered with faint wind and thunder, and heavy clouds were blasted out.
The first battle was just to weaken the devil's will, so he had to hold back, and he should go all out in the next battle.
Saint Xue Tongwu was reborn, and the smoke from the Gang Demon turned dark red.
The demon's body exploded and transformed into ten feet.
He held two swords in his claws and chopped them down in staggered directions.
The previous battle was evenly matched, but now they are retreating in rapid succession.
Xue Tongli's meridians, Fahai, and Lingqiao pressed out a second wave of huge power.
The demon couldn't catch the next move and was blown away on the spot, throwing away a lot of magic weapons.
Xue Tong used his axe, sword, hammer and spear to withstand the attack, and with a move of Star Split, the light was like lightning, piercing the demon's chest.
"The devil was restrained and forced to become the evil immortal's thug. It's actually quite pitiful." Xue Tong suddenly felt a sense of compassion, packed up the corpse, burned the body, and erased all traces.
He looked through the magic weapon stored in the demon.
In the Demonic Immortal World and the Saofeng Domain, all the famous cards that have been preserved are the true methods of the Martial Saint. Only a waist plate of "Mudu Immortal Mansion" reveals some clues.
Xue Tong carefully hid the spoils of war and walked out of the corridor.
In front of a large open area, there is a huge black stone gate in the distance, towering like a cloud, with a faint air wall extending to the left and right, with no end in sight.
Xue Tong looked around and saw no one.
He slowly walked towards the stone door, heavy footsteps behind him.
Yanheng, the Martial Saint of the Bear Demon Clan.
Yanheng didn't expect that the enemy's road was narrow, and he met Xue Tong as soon as he came out of the corridor.
"Yanheng Jinyunzhong, I don't know if it's your Excellency, but I've offended you." The bear demon was quite honest.
"Humph, I won't argue with you anymore. What did you encounter on the corridor?" Xue Tong asked, feeling stupid when he saw that Yan Heng seemed to be a rough man.
"I almost couldn't defeat the Martial Saint Demon Tiger," Yan Heng said frankly.
As the two walked and chatted, the giant magic door became increasingly clear in the clouds and mist. It was more than a hundred feet high and made of black stone.
A mile in front of the Demon Gate, there were a few people sitting sparsely.
Yanhe and Ye Jianxin were standing there, and the tiger and fox demons were sitting beside the lying stone not far away.
"Fellow Daoist Xue is here, please wait for others and please do not go within a hundred feet of the Demon Gate." Ye Jianxin said.
Xue Tong nodded and sat down.
Yanheng squeezed next to the tiger demon and spoke softly.
After waiting for about an hour, there were eight members of the nine-person alliance, the only one missing was Jiao Sanfeng's youngest junior brother.
"Junior brother, what's wrong? Why haven't you come yet?" Jiao Sanfeng was restless, pacing back and forth and said irritably.
"Did something unexpected happen?" Jia Leyi couldn't help but said directly.
Jiao Sanfeng's eyes were filled with anger, and he understood what Jia Leyi said most likely.
"According to Jia's knowledge, most of the enemies encountered in the corridor are of the same level, so the junior brother will most likely lose to the peak monster."
Jiao Sanfeng didn't argue and looked anxiously in the direction of the corridor.
"Wait for another hour. Fellow Daoist Jiao, please calm down and sit down for a while." Yanhe rarely spoke and advised.
Three groups of monks gathered in the open space, the eight-man alliance, the twelve demon tribes, and scattered cultivators.
Jiao Sanfeng knew that his junior brother was unlucky and remained silent.
Yanheng stood up and shouted: "Fellow Taoists, why don't we all join in and break through the demon gate?"
There were many people who agreed, and Yanhe waved his hand, signaling the eight people to set off.
Xue Tong knew the purpose of Jin Palace, but he was not willing to come forward actively and followed Wang Jinhong and Lu Shaoqing.
The earth trembled, and the demon gate emitted a dark light.
A huge monster rushed out from within.
A four-legged demon-scaled dragon with a body length of at least fifty or sixty feet.
The demon dragon opened its mouth and spat out, and the billowing breath of flames engulfed the dozen or so people in front.
Although the heavenly and human monks who entered the Golden Palace only activated the heavenly and human realm monsters in the corridor, they encountered the same attack as Yanhe and others when the breath of the Martial Saint's Great Demonic Dragon was breathed out.
Seven or eight people were burned to death on the spot, and the skin of several others was rotted and their flesh ulcerated, and they were severely burned.
Only the martial saint monks escaped completely, and some of them had to burn out.
The demon dragon repels the Mangzhou monk, but does not pursue him. He stands proudly under the demon gate, shaking his head and wagging his tail, as if he is not allowed to get close.
The casual warriors retreated the farthest, and most of them had already begun to think about retreating.
The previous explorations of the Golden Palace stopped at the Demon Gate, and no one wanted to take the lead in slaying the dragon.
Yanhe dusted off the dust on his clothes and said with a gloomy face: "The demon dragon is too strong, and the eight of us can't do it. We need to unite the demon clan. Fellow Daoist Xue, I see you are walking with the bear demon and whispering to each other, so why don't you come in to negotiate? Propose a flanking attack and split the victory equally?"
Xue Tong was inconvenient to refuse, and then said that there was no danger in coming forward to discuss the matter, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
The demon clan agreed to join forces to attack, and Ye Jianxin warned others to leave quickly. Only the eight cultivators and nine demons who were ganging up were left on the field.
"This demonic dragon is priced at 340 million spiritual stones. All the dragon corpses belong to me. How about each of you getting 20 million?" Dadan, the tiger demon, said.
Dadan practices dark attribute skills and is in urgent need of the dragon's corpse.
"Xue wants to focus on the beast soul, so there is no need for the spirit stone." Xue Tong said.
"It's worth 600 million anyway. Let's distribute it according to 600 million." Yanhe counter-offered.
"Well, as you said, Mr. Xue Daocheng has the beast soul. Do you have any other suggestions?" Dadan readily agreed.
After the discussion was completed, Yanhe's storage bracelet flew around, the three magic weapons circled above his head, and shouted: "Kill the dragon with all your strength, no tricks left!"
Xue Tong's Blood River Patrolling Dragon Sword Formation was dispatched, and he showed some real skills.
Seventeen cultivators besieged the demon dragon and fought fiercely for more than half an hour!
One person died and two monsters died.
"Boom~!"
Demonic dragons fell like mountains, and stone gates collapsed.
A smokey avenue was revealed.
…
"Xue will stop here and don't plan to go any further." Xue Tong stuffed the Sumeru bag containing the demon dragon soul into the storage bracelet and said.
The Golden Illusion is a trap set up by Mu Duxian Mansion. It becomes more and more dangerous after passing through the Demon Gate, so it is better to accept it as soon as possible.
Xue Tong was very satisfied with the victory, and now that he was unscathed, he had no intention of being greedy again.
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Xue is very contented. I can't force myself." Yanhe was happy to see someone withdrawing and immediately responded.
As a woman, Lu Miaoqing was the least timid. She discussed with Wang Jinhong in a low voice and also announced her withdrawal.
"Okay, let's hurry up and continue going deeper." Yanhe said.
The humans and monsters were divided into two teams and embarked on the smoke path.
"What do you two do on weekdays? Why don't you enter the third level?" Xue Tong saw that Wang and Lu were kind-hearted and had a good impression, so they chatted about home affairs.
"We built a villa and planted medicines and flowers. Where is Taoist Master Xue?"
"Traveling around, occasionally collecting some elixirs and animal carcasses."
The three of them retreated to the exit of the corridor and sat there for several days, chatting occasionally.
…
At the end of the flue, the courtyard is deep and the brown palace roof is exposed.
Yanhe and Dadan arrived in front of the courtyard gate almost at the same time.
Dadan swung out the hammer and smashed it towards the courtyard door.
"Boom~!"
Even the door and the wall were shattered into pieces, which was beyond expectation.
Then there was a flash of ocher light, and the entire palace exploded.
Reunite into a demon.
Corpse-eating sprites!
The Martial Saint Dacheng's aura was billowing, he was holding a six-foot-long silver sword, and his three brown-red ghost eyes swept across Dadan and Yanhe.
The two of them were scared to death.
The corpse-eating demon slashed at Yanhe.
The moment the courtyard door exploded, Yanhe took precautions. The moment the corpse-eating demon swung his sword, he had already fled a hundred feet away.
The blade of the knife fell like a horse from the sky. Yanhe struggled to break free and rushed forward several feet.
The silver knife fell into the air, and earth, rocks and sparks flew up, cutting a gap of ten feet.
The corpse-eating beast roared strangely, and in a few steps he was pulled in not far behind Yanhe.
The rest of the demon cultivators were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
The corpse-eating demon slashed with his sword!
Yanhe threw the magic weapon wildly, protected his back, and managed to take another move.
The corpse-eating sword slashed diagonally, and a red light flashed, Yanhe had been chopped in half.
The corpse-eater sniffed the remains of Yanhe, touched the storage magic weapon, turned his three eyes continuously, and recited the magic formula.
…
"Zi~"
There was a strange sound behind him, Xue Tong turned his head and saw that he felt cold.
The exit of the corridor was covered with a thick layer of gray smoke.
He originally thought that he could advance or retreat here, and he could wait until the secret realm ended.
Xue Tong pops up the ice beads, which are powerful enough to generate wind.
"boom"
The ice beads shattered into powder, and the smoke wall did not see any change, still looking like a hazy smoke.
Xue Tongchen slashed hard with the Star Sword, using 70% of his cultivation level.
The smoke wall sank slightly and rebounded with all its force. Xue Tong's arms became hot and he grinned.
"The corridor is sealed, something happened in the illusion, we can only wait." Xue Tong pretended to be calm and said, feeling vaguely that something bad was going on.
Wang and Lu tried together to attack again, but the force sent the two of them flying directly and they fell heavily.
Xue Tong's mind was spinning, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Wait here, or hide?"
"What do you think, Taoist Priest?" Lu Miaoqing had no idea at all.
"The stone gate has been destroyed, and the air walls on both sides have disappeared. It would be more advantageous to hide on both sides." After Xue Tong finished speaking, he ran straight to the left with Jueying Step.
Wang Jinhong and Lu Miaoqing hesitated for a moment and left to the right.
Xue Tong passed through the original air wall and saw only low hills in the fog, with very few hiding places.
It is not advisable to dig holes in the fantasy world. Xue Tong lay down on a slightly higher ground in the grass and watched nervously.
…
At the exit of the corridor, Yan Heng struck the smoke wall with his ax three times.
The huge force bounced it high, and the short ax rolled aside.
He suddenly felt a strong mana fluctuation behind him.
Yan Heng turned around in horror.
There was a flower in front of me, and it was picked up by the corpse-eater and took a sniff.
Yanheng's hands and feet were weak and he showed no resistance.
The zombie was thrown out of Yanheng, and the shadow disappeared after a few ups and downs.
"Don't kill me?" Yan Heng collapsed softly, somehow able to escape from the hands of the zombie.
…
Xue Tong saw the demon cultivator passing by from a distance and running away like crazy.
"The devil appears? The human-monster alliance is no longer there?" Xue Tong guessed randomly.
He didn't get up to stop the demon, but he felt extremely dangerous. The demon was looking for him!
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