Mortal Cultivator

"God of Evil!"

A circular halo appeared in front of each of them, and two straight golden beams shot out, hitting Bayami directly. The light was dazzling, and even the space was stirred up by the heat waves, and there was a decent temperature.

The two swordsmen attacked Bayami, but the monks of the Heavenly Demon Hall did not dare to stop them, and retreated far away.

"Hehehehehe..."

Bayami suddenly laughed "hehe" strangely, his eyes were completely black, and he opened his mouth, and the two beams were swallowed by him continuously.

In a moment, several golden wings grew out from behind Bayami.

"What is this!"

The two swordsmen were immediately surprised and doubtful, and did not hesitate to hold the hilt behind them.

"Tenth Junior Brother, draw your sword!"

Jianjiu was the first to draw out the giant sword on his back, and a sword energy that had been sealed for hundreds of years rushed out, shaking the surrounding space, and there was actually some power of incarnation!

The sword energy slashed towards the monster with eight arms and eight wings. Ba Mi blocked it with his eight arms. With a "bang", the eight arms were cut off, and even his body was about to collapse.

Before the sword energy dissipated, another great sword energy slashed, "crack" Ba Mi exploded like a stone, and a black shadow appeared in front of everyone.

The black shadow did not escape, but wrapped the blue-black fragments on the ground. Slowly, the rotten meat on the ground began to wriggle and merge.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that this demon cub from the Heavenly Demon Palace! It's really a demon clan, hehehe, this body is not bad, I want it!"

The black meat on the ground twisted and turned into a humanoid monster with blue-black skin and eight arms.

At this moment, it was looking at the two swordsmen with a ferocious face.

"Hehehe, this body is really suitable for my Devouring Magic Skill!"

"If you smash this body, it will become the nourishment for restoring this body!"

The blue-black monster laughed strangely and flew straight towards the two sword masters.

"What is this? Look at my sword energy to ward off evil!"

The two sword masters shouted in unison, and tens of thousands of white sword lights surged out in an instant. Although it was not as powerful as the sword-drawing technique just now, it was obviously a targeted method.

The sword light rain condensed by the magic power continuously slashed at the blue-black monster, but it was swallowed up continuously.

"Brother, this is not right. How can he swallow our sword energy? This is specially used to deal with these evil things. What is this guy? Is this soul leader so strong? Didn't they say that the old sect master broke through the realm and left after killing him with a sword? This is..."

One of the sword masters looked at the soul leader who was rushing towards him in the rain of swords, his face was a little pale, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and continued to use his magic power to resist.

Jian Jiu frowned, and saw the dark blue monster rushing in front of him, his back felt cold. Suddenly he shouted: "Retreat!" As soon as he finished speaking, he retreated first.

Jian Shi was pale, and just as he was about to flee, he was caught up by the monster. The monster smashed Jian Shi's body like a ball of mud, squirmed for a while and swallowed him.

"Hehehe... Not bad, not bad, very pure spiritual root qualifications, the taste of a cultivator with a heavenly spiritual root is different!"

The soul leader said with unsatisfied feelings, and smacked his lips.

Jian Jiu fled back to the outside of the sword formation.

"Jian Jiu, what's wrong with you! Why did you leave Junior Brother Shi just now!" Ling Yun roared angrily!

"No, Senior Brother, I just shouted to retreat, Junior Brother just ran slower." Jian Jiu said with lingering fear.

Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good and fled. His spiritual sense saw Jian Shi being swallowed by the monster. He was now scared. As for reputation, he didn't care about it. Living is the kingly way.