A strange feeling arose in Fu Zhu's heart. He always felt that the old man's tone and demeanor were coaxing.
But even if the other party is not a real demon king, with his current level of cultivation, there is no need for the old man to be so cautious and take care of everything, right?
Before he had time to think, the demon sword slashed down, the talisman dodged, and the cold light of the giant blade disappeared into the soil.
A dozen low-level demons were nothing to her, but Fu Zhu soon discovered that things were not as simple as she thought.
Their positions and the order of each change of shots were irregular, but the power of the next attack increased exponentially!
The old man said "formation" before, so this must be the weird magical power of that "formation".
"Don't worry, Demon Lord Yuanjia, that girl won't last long." A smile flashed in the old man's eyes.
He knew best that this formation improved his own strength at the cost of burning demonic energy. No one under the Demon Lord could withstand thirty moves.
What move has the girl taken now?
The old man turned around, and a surge of air swept away. His body was instantly lifted several feet away, and he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.
Yuan Jia appeared behind him in the blink of an eye, supporting the old man's back, his hoarse voice still harsh and unpleasant, "Luo An, leave her to me."
A look of grief, anger and self-blame appeared on Old Luo An's face, "It's all because of my incompetence that the Lord Demon Lord needs to take action for such a trivial matter."
Yuan Jia's eyes were a little vacant and he murmured, "Am I not the Demon Lord of the Dream Clan? It is my duty to protect you."
Luo An immediately knelt on the ground with a humble attitude, "You will always be the Yuanjia Demon Lord of our Dream Clan."
The red lantern fell in front of Luo An's eyes. He raised his head and looked at Yuan Jia, who was not far away holding a giant sword and fighting fiercely with the girl, with a look of reminiscence.
The grace of the swordsman is still indelible after so many years.
Fu Zhu didn't want to expose the identity of the swordsman, but she discovered that the swordsmanship of Demon Lord Yuanjia had reached the realm of transformation.
She had to take out the Dulu Sword to deal with it.
Yuan Jia was startled for a moment before the sword energy passed through his body and cut down the rocks. The sword light without any stagnation came overwhelmingly.
As soon as a demon got up, his head was cut off by the light of a sword, and he died with his eyes open.
"Clan, clan leader, she is also a sword cultivator..." Another demon youth who survived by chance said tremblingly, his eyes full of fear of the sword cultivator.
Luo An's face was as dark as a tree, "I can see it."
The girl is not only a swordsman, but also a true swordsman.
When did the Demon Realm gain a Sword Immortal? He didn't even know that the Meng Meng clan was still too secluded from the world.
The young man asked: "Chief, what should we do now? The sword cultivator is the most troublesome. Will the sacrificial ceremony be destroyed by her..."
Luo An's eyes were cold, he held a red lantern and walked down the mountain ridge, "Start the sacrificial ceremony in advance."
"But the moon is not full yet!" The young man followed Luo An and couldn't help but look back. Their Yuanjia Demon Lord seemed to be at a disadvantage.
"It's too late." Luo An quickened his pace.
Only by offering sacrifices in advance and making Master Yuanjia the real demon king can we solve this troublesome girl.
The sound of sorrow came from the mountain ridge in the distance.
The light of the fire was both dim and bright, full of contradictions. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, illuminating Yuan Jia's cold and lifeless face.
He came with his sword raised.
The robes were blown by the strong wind, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Fu Zhu's heart skipped a beat, she looked sideways at the small village a few miles away, and flew over there.
Sacrifice!
The sacrifice that the old man said has begun!
A group of demons, men, women and children, armed with weapons and fierce eyes, rushed over.
"We can't let her disturb the sacrificial ceremony!"
"After tonight, a real demon king will appear in our Ximeng clan. Everyone must stop her!"
Yuan Jia's figure followed closely behind.
The group of demons saluted respectfully: "Demon Lord Yuanjia, we will definitely protect you!"
Fu Zhu looked at the demons who could be said to be old, weak, sick and disabled in front of him with mixed emotions, and then he had doubts. Why were there only young and old, the strongest members of their tribe?
Except for the dozens of demons who were surrounded and killed on the mountain ridge at the beginning, there was not even a single demon in their prime.
Yuan Jia didn't seem to be used to everyone treating him with such reverence, so he averted his eyes slightly and saw the girl making the sutra with one hand.
A cold light flashed, and Yuan Jia's heart suddenly sank. He had fought with the girl before, and knew that the power of her spells and swordsmanship should not be underestimated. Yuan Jia's body swayed, and he took the initiative to accept the seal, with astonishment in his eyes.
Just trapped.
She had no intention of hurting these demonic people.
"Demon Lord Yuanjia, are you okay?" The demons gathered around him and asked with concern.
He shook his head and looked at the girl's flying figure.
A half-grown demon child chased after him. Of course, it was impossible for him to catch up with the talisman at his speed.
The black altar was surrounded by dark wood. Thick smoke was everywhere, making it difficult to open one's eyes. There were cries everywhere.
The fire danced faintly and crackled.
There was blood flowing to the feet of Fu Zhu.
"You came after me so quickly, you are really haunted!" Luo An's figure walked out of the thick smoke, sinister and bloodthirsty, and there was no trace of his servile appearance in front of the Yuanjia Demon Lord.
The dark wind pushed aside the thick smoke like a curtain, and Fu Zhu could clearly see the scene inside. She was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment.
Not only did he use humans as sacrifices, he also used demons as sacrifices!
"Don't look at me like that." Luo An's sinister face slowly showed an obsessive smile, "They are all willing to become sacrifices."
"It is their supreme honor to be part of the Demon Lord."
Fu Zhu sneered, did not argue with him, and directly made a curse seal in the air. After the thunder, cold rain poured down.
Luo An's expression was distorted for a moment, and he laughed loudly, "The spiritual fire produced by the trees of heaven and earth cannot be extinguished by your mere rain spell!"
He stretched out his arms to welcome the heavy rain, as if he, the Dream Clan, would soon be greeted by the first sunshine after the rain.
Until the crying became much quieter in the rain.
A demon child spread his palms to catch the cold raindrops, made a fist with his palms, and ran forward.
He ran to the altar and saw the sword cultivator girl getting into the heaven and earth wood spirit fire. The flames illuminated her ordinary face, giving birth to a dazzling brilliance.
boom--
The altar was cut open with a sword, and the surrounding spiritual fire flew away, falling into the soil and taking root.
Some demons woke up from a dream and screamed.
"It's over, it's over, everything is over!"
The child stopped where he was. Yes, it was over. This absurd sacrificial ceremony was finally over.
"She destroyed the sacrificial ceremony, kill her!"
The demons around the altar rioted, and their scarlet eyes were like the red lantern in Luo An's hand.
Weird and erratic.
They knew that the Meng clan would never produce another demon king again.
