The White Moon Demon Clan is a very ancient demon clan. They are not monsters fighting alone, but a group of people, with dozens to hundreds of people gathered together, born with huge powers and even more magical powers. In the Western Wilderness, there are few people who dare to provoke them. Every time the full moon is full, they will transform into giant apes and wash away the surrounding creatures.

They look similar to human race, but with more tails, they will not survive the thunder tribulation.

In the oldest legend, countless years ago, people also had tails and blood from the White Moon Demon Clan. However, over the years, their bloodlines have become weak. However, on the full moon night, the human race still has different emotions, perhaps the influence of that ray of bloodline.

The most terrifying thing about this White Moon Demon Clan is that there is a faint blood mark on the forehead, as if human eyes are closed. The characteristics that only the king of the White Moon Demon Clan has just possessed.

Her heart broke out. Chen Jianmei killed countless demons in the Western Huang, and once killed a king of the White Moon Demon Clan.

Every king of the White Moon Demon Clan is at least in the cultivation level of the Huandan realm.

The talented one can practice to the point of being a Taoist immortal, and even have the supreme saint among demons. The king of the White Moon Demon Clan was almost an immortal and a Buddha, and it was extremely terrifying.

That time, the master rarely encountered danger. Fortunately, the master won. Since then, she felt that the master was a little different. It was not until she saw uncle Shen Lian that she knew that it was the breath of an immortal.

However, Uncle Master has completely entered the path of immortality, but Master is still a little short of it.

This king of the White Moon Demon Clan must have come to take revenge.

He opened his mouth and said, "Woman tell me how serious Chen Jianmei's injury is, and I will spare your life."

This person's words made Fang Yanying confidently think about it again.

She was a little scared, but she remembered Shen Lian, the divine appearance carved by Uncle Master Ruyu, and her mind was calm when she was calm and calm in everything.

"If someone blocks the way when you go, don't panic, but hold this sword talisman and kill the person you come." The gentle words of the uncle from the past echoed in his ears.

There was an extra sword talisman in her hand, and the sword talisman seemed to have endless power poured into her body, making her feel invincible. At this moment, she remembered Master, who had killed demons and eliminated demons in many night months, and the unparalleled sword technique and lone sword intent emerged from her memory.

The new king of the White Moon Demon Clan couldn't help but frown. His father died under Chen Jianmei's sword five years ago. At that time, he hid in the clan and could only see the arrogant sword immortal coming on the moon and fighting with his father in the white clouds on the top of the mountain.

The invincible father in his heart left him forever that night.

The most profound picture in his heart was not the dead silence in his eyes when his father's head was cut off by a sword light and abandoned high in the air. However, Chen Jianmei took his sword and put it into the sheath and looked at him calmly.

Even though it was a long distance away, he knew that Chen Jianmei was looking at him.

That look was like looking at grass, and it was particularly indifferent and deeply hurt his arrogant heart.

He rushed out of the guards of his tribe and shouted: "I will avenge my father."

But the man seemed to have never heard of him and ignored him at all.

He understood what Chen Jianmei meant. This peerless sword immortal didn't take him seriously at all, even if he was the son of his enemy.

When the old king of the White Moon Demon Clan died, he became the new king and gained the inheritance of the clan. He made rapid progress like his father at the time. He quickly regained the territory occupied by other demons and declared the strength of the new king.

But there was still a thorn in his heart, that was Chen Jianmei. He knew that although he was very powerful, he could not match his father, let alone Chen Jianmei. He was even afraid that one day he was as strong as his father would attract Chen Jianmei and end up with the same ending as his father.

This almost became his nightmare, causing his cultivation to stagnate. Even when he fought with another demon king, he found that his magic power was better than the other party, but it took him a long time to defeat the other party.

He began to feel frightened and killed more ordinary demons and humans for this to soothe the fear in his heart.

But he knew that if Chen Jianmei was not killed, his fear would never be cleared.

A few days ago, he finally got the news that Chen Jianmei was defeated by a stronger character and was seriously injured.

But he was still very scared and did not dare to go up the mountain directly.

At the same time, he also knew that there were many people or monsters around him who were hiding, and they did not have a view of killing because no one was sure how serious Chen Jianmei's injury was.

They are all waiting for an opportunity to wait for someone to stand up and test the truth.

But he was not very clear that these people or monsters were concerned about Chen Jianmei, but also about Qingxuan, the immortal sect behind Chen Jianmei, and Chen Jianmei, who was stronger than him.

This woman who came out of the view of killing attracted many people's attention from her, including him.

It was not until he was far away from the mountain that he finally couldn't help but take action.

But the woman in front of him gave him a strange feeling at this moment, which made him a little scared.

It wasn't because she had broken his murderous intent just now.

The woman's aura at this moment gave him a feeling of seeing Chen Jianmei at that time, deep and terrifying.

But he clearly knew that the opponent's strength was not much more wise than the countless demon clans he had killed.

He felt that it was because of his long-term fear that interfered with his judgment.

He was angry and decided to teach her a lesson first.

Therefore, he immediately opened the blood mark between his eyebrows, and a blood-red light shot towards Fang Yanying.

This thread of blood light once cut off a flying sword that a monk had refined for hundreds of years. It was a flying sword forged by ten thousand years of cold iron.

He just wanted to cut off her arm holding the sword talisman at an extremely fast speed so that she could not resist.

The moment the blood light came out, Fang Yanying was afraid nothing, the sword talisman in her hand trembled, and a sword light turned into.

It is impossible to describe the brilliance of this sword, even surpassing Fang Yanying's imagination.

The sword light was like a river of heaven spanning the sky, surging endlessly.

When the sword energy was provoked, the waves slammed the shore and the rocks turned into powder. Nothing in the world could stop the sword.

The vast field in front of her disappeared, without plants, blood, and the king of the White Moon Demon Clan. The place where she saw the flat and smooth land, coldly reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

The earth became clean and neat.

And all this was caused by the sword river sent by the sword talisman given to her by her uncle.

That is not the power that her master should have when he gave the sword talisman.

She looked at the sword talisman with disbelief on her face, but she didn't know that many secretly peeping eyes were withdrawn from her and left quietly, but there were still sizzling sounds in the void, as if as evidence, they slipped away very urgently.
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