Three hours later, He Pingan had entered the hinterland of the Demon Realm.
Countless demons saw He Pingan's figure. Even if they noticed the terrifying power on his body, these demons were not afraid at all. Their eyes were stained with blood, and they waved the weapons in their hands to kill He Pingan crazily. They seemed to have no fear of life or death at all. , no fear of pain.
He Ping'an came all the way and killed at least nearly ten thousand demons who were not afraid of death. However, more demon monks swarmed in.
Seeing this scene, He Ping'an couldn't help but give up killing and just immersed himself in walking. Even if a demon happened to rush a hundred feet in front of him, it would be swept away by the terrifying dark gold light.
But he couldn't help but wonder secretly in his heart, these demon monks have no fear of life and death, they are simply born war machines.
The only shortcoming is that he seems to have no intelligence and only knows the simplest killing.
If you encounter a legion that is well-equipped and knows how to coordinate and cooperate, you will fall into the dilemma of fighting alone.
At this moment, He Pingan flew over a bloody plain thousands of miles in radius.
I saw two groups of demons with different skin colors dividing into two camps and fighting together.
Just as he was about to flash past, one of the demons with a blood-red body saw He Pingan's flash of light coming towards him. Instead of charging towards him, he hid far away, his eyes filled with fear.
"Huh......"
He Pingan had a look of surprise on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he sucked the demon monk with a blood-red body into the air, and found that his cultivation had reached the level of a second-grade demon cultivator.
"let me go!"
The blood-red demons kept struggling and shouting.
"You can actually talk!"
Along the way, He Ping'an saw that most of the demon monks could only make "ho ho" sounds similar to wild beasts.
It is rare to see a demon who can speak complete words.
"Search for souls and capture souls!"
He Ping'an gave a soft drink, and his consciousness immediately swept out and poured into the sea of consciousness of the demon monk.
After a while, He Ping'an waved his hand and threw the blood-bodied demon down below, and continued to fly forward.
It turns out that among the demons, both the middle and lower third-grade demon monks have no intelligence.
Since the day he was born, he has spent time in endless killings. Only by continuously improving his cultivation in the killings, will he develop superficial spiritual wisdom until he reaches the upper third level.
Later, as your cultivation level improves, your spiritual wisdom will become higher and higher.
In addition to the local demons in the Demon Realm, humans can also practice demonic techniques, and some people with extraordinary talents can improve their cultivation very quickly.
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Jiang Yuyan is an example. Although she is a human being, she has practiced demonic skills and has reached the half-step transcendence state in just a hundred years.
You know, there are countless monks who can hardly reach the upper third level even if they spend their entire lives.
Just after flying less than a thousand miles, He Pingan noticed the aura of the Blood Demon Dao Master, appearing not far ahead, and stopped in mid-air.
Ten breaths later, a figure shrouded in blood appeared in He Pingan's sight.
"Should I call you He Xiaoyou, or San crazy Taoist friend?"
The blood demon Taoist Master's aura was as deep as the sea, and his demonic energy was like a tide. He looked at He Ping'an from a distance with a pair of eyes shining with blood.
"Anyone can do it!"
He Ping'an sealed the broken cauldron to prevent Princess Yifang from prying, and changed the subject: "Master Blood Demon, I am here today not to have sex with you."
"Hand over Jiang Yuyan, and Pindao may spare your life!"
"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few days, how can you be so arrogant?"
The Blood Demon Taoist looked at He Pingan with some surprise. He had never noticed that he was so arrogant before.
"Of course, because these days are different!"
He Ping'an's magic power surged out, and an astonishing momentum swept out of his body.
The sky above the Demon Realm suddenly surged with wind and clouds, and the bloody earth trembled slightly.
The demons below originally wanted to pounce, but were crushed to the ground by this unparalleled aura.
Those who jumped close would be crushed into minced flesh and blood.
"Golden Wonderland?"
The Blood Demon Taoist looked at He Ping'an and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
In just over a month since the last fight, He Pingan's cultivation level has soared from the True Immortal Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm.
I secretly regretted that I should have taken action earlier. Now that He Ping'an has grown up, it is even more difficult to win.
Seeing the changes in Taoist Master Blood Demon's expression, He Ping'an smiled proudly: "Tao Master Blood Demon, seeing that you are a senior, I'll leave you a little face, quickly hand over Jiang Yuyan, and then hand over a hundred drops of Heavenly Demon Essence. Then kneel down and kowtow, I will spare your life!"
"Shuzi is rampant!"
Hearing He Pingan's arrogant remarks, even the Blood Demon Dao Master, no matter how well-educated he is, can't suppress it.
The blood all over his body was as solid as substance, and the blood mist filled the air and continued to spread around. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the surrounding area of a hundred miles.
If He Pingan's body wasn't shining with dark golden light, dispersing the blood mist, He Pingan's body would also be occupied by the blood mist.
"Demon Realm?"
He Pingan suddenly understood. No wonder the Blood Demon Dao Master was able to defeat the Heart Demon Dao Master. It turned out that his strength had reached the Demon God Realm, the second level of the Demonic Cultivator's Transcendence Realm.
It is equivalent to his current ten thousand year Taoist strength.
And as a veteran transcendent realm expert, he must have some hidden background.
Of course, He Ping'an's breakthrough time was too short, and he had not yet had time to understand the mystery of the seventh turn of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong.
As far as he knew, the seventh round of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques could lead to rebirth with a drop of blood and hair turning into a body, which was a great magical power that he had never heard of before.
As long as a drop of blood survives, he can turn into blood and be reborn, almost becoming immortal.
The golden light that protects the body is extremely tough, and ordinary monks in the True Immortal Realm can't break through the defense at all if they don't have magic weapons at their disposal.
The physical body is even more powerful. It can be transformed into three heads and six arms, and the physical strength will be increased by more than three times.
It's all because of that old loach's relentless pursuit.
Thinking of Old Loach, He Pingan silently counted the time in his heart. The Dragon King of the East China Sea should be coming soon.
Immediately he shouted loudly: "Old blood demon thief, today I will let you try the most powerful magical power that Pindao has cultivated after breaking through to the Golden Immortal Realm."
As he spoke, his mana was running wildly, his astonishing aura rising steadily, and he quickly avoided all the blood mist within ten miles in front of him.
The Blood Demon Taoist Master frowned slightly. Although he looked relaxed, he was actually wary. The blood mist bared its teeth and claws, waiting for the opportunity to move.
What He Ping'an said was so powerful, and when he took action, it would definitely be earth-shattering.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that behind He Pingan, there seemed to be the aura of a strong man of the same level, approaching crazily.
"Haha, I turned out to have found a helper!"
The Blood Demon Taoist sneered, and was not afraid. The backhand he had arranged was a sharp weapon against many monks. The more powerful men of the same level came, the more he would benefit if he was trapped.
"Take the move!"
He Pingan also felt that the Dragon King of the East China Sea was approaching, and the Golden Lin Sword appeared in his hand.
"How can I, Pingan, have a sword that can move mountains, cut off rivers, topple seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons, command gods, reach for stars, destroy cities, and open the sky!"
As he spoke, ten thousand years of mana poured into the Golden Lin Sword, and an astonishing sword light overflowed from the Golden Lin Sword.
As He Ping'an slashed down with his sword, dark golden light filled the sky and earth, and a terrifying power swept out. There was also a faint aura of divine soul in the sword light.
The Blood Demon Dao Master concentrated his attention on the investigation, and his expression suddenly became serious. This sword light not only had great power, but also contained a soul attack, which was indeed difficult to deal with.
"Thousands of swords in the blood domain!"
He roared, his body filled with blood, and he waved his hand vigorously. In the blood mist, endless blood beads emerged. Each drop of blood immediately turned into a series of blood-colored flying knives, and simultaneously slashed at the dark golden sword light.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly tough surface of the dark golden light only lasted for three breaths, and then suddenly shattered.
After countless blood-colored flying knives pierced the dark gold sword light, they quickly struck at the wisp of divine soul wrapped in the dark gold sword light.
"ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly erupted from the soul's aura, and then the aura weakened, and the soul was completely destroyed.
"This is?"
There was a trace of doubt on the face of the Blood Demon Dao Master. This sword seemed to be nothing more than that and not as powerful as imagined.
It also has no offensive power.
"Jia'er, my son!"
While the Blood Demon Taoist Master was wondering, in the blood-colored river below, a giant green dragon that stretched for hundreds of miles jumped out of the water, with an extremely sad voice.
