After moving for a while, the Thousand-year Blood Demon seemed to have discovered someone's existence. It shook its terrifying head and turned its head to look in the direction of Li Lao Ni and others. The pair of eyes separated up and down flashed with a cold and desperate cold light. At this glance, the souls of Li Lao Ni and Shui Monkey and others were almost scared away. Wang Xiuying, the helm leader in northern Henan, collapsed to the ground, and his whole body twitched continuously.

However, the eyes of the Thousand-Year Blood Demon only stayed on them for a moment, and soon turned to the body of the Xuanwu Elder standing beside it. The terrifying eyes seemed to have a trace of human emotions mixed in it, with some doubts and some other unexplained meanings.

Elder Xuanwu didn't dare to look at the big demon. He felt it look at him, so he spoke to the Thousand-year Blood Demon in a strange language that no one had heard before. The voice was very respectful and pious. The Thousand-year Blood Demon seemed to be able to understand the words of the Thousand-year Blood Demon, and made a deafening roar, which was considered a response. Then, the Thousand-year Blood Demon's eyes looked in the direction of Wu Feng. This time there was a hint of greed and hope in its eyes, just like

The wolf, who had been hungry for a few days, saw a little sheep-like greed, and couldn't help but grin and stick out his tongue. Let's call it the tongue for now, because the monster's mouth is a snake-like letter. The snake's letter is divided into two forks, and the monster's tongue is divided into three forks, and each one can dance at will. It can also be considered as something sticking out of its mouth like a tongue, with three tentacles. This thing is no longer described in words.

Then, Elder Xuanwu raised the ghost-headed crutch in his hand and pointed at Wu Feng. He murmured and said something that even the ghost couldn't understand. The voice was very anxious. The Thousand-year Blood Demon let out another roar, then waved its fanged tentacles and swam quickly towards Wu Feng.

After seeing the formation of the thousand-year blood demon, the White Lotus Sect disciples separated a wide road and crawled on the ground one by one. In their minds, the blood demon in front was a god-like existence.

Although these White Lotus disciples treated it so devoutly and respectfully, the blood demon in front of him was constantly approaching Wu Feng quickly and his eight tentacles danced at the same time. No one saw how this thing was released. Where the thousand-year-old blood demon passed, the white lotus disciples kneeling on both sides of the road were all sucked dry, and then fell to the ground. Their bodies were like a vase falling to the ground, shattering, and no drop of blood was seen flowing out. In just a moment, all the water on the human body was sucked dry, and the body was crisply turned into a pile of waste. What a terrifying power it should be.

However, Wu Feng, Lao Liutou and others saw the scene of the Thousand-year Blood Demon killing with their own eyes. The death was very straightforward, and there should be no pain. In the blink of an eye, they became mummies, and the corpse fell to pieces.
Chapter completed!