Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1274 The gluttonous feast
This was a slaughter feast, and the monks who were watching the excitement and preparing to take advantage of the fire did not react at all, and were suddenly rushed by the twelve witch gods.

They may have a bird body and a human face, or a human face or a tiger body, or a python head and a human body, or eight human faces. look.

People with high cultivation bases knew that this thing was gathering evil energy, so they didn't engage in unnecessary fights, and used secret treasures to escape one after another.

It's hard for monks with low cultivation, especially those in the early stage of Nascent Soul Realm and those in the Alchemy Realm.

They managed to climb up from the bottom of the mountain, and they couldn't fly at a distance of thousands of meters.

Seeing this thing rushing towards him, he hurriedly used his magic weapon to block it.

But ordinary magic tools can't stop this demon god at all, unless the Kunlun Mountain's God Whip is in hand.

oooo, oooo!
With a roar, the twelve witch gods let go of their stomachs, grabbed the monk and stuffed them into their big mouths.

The evil spirit in the belly swayed, and the body tightened, directly obliterating and absorbing the monk's soul and body.

The Yuan Yang of these monks is a great tonic. Banner spirits are not ghosts, so they are not afraid of these Yuan Yangs at all, and eating them can also have a great tonic effect on themselves.

A monk was bitten off half of his body, and half of his body was exposed outside. He opened his mouth and yelled at Long Fei, "Devil, you must die!"

A monk's arm was bitten off, and he chopped it off cruelly, and turned into a streamer and jumped directly from the mountain.

Although the mountain is very high, if there is a tree branch or something, you can still survive by luck.

A monk lay on the ground, knelt down and begged for mercy and shouted, "Devil, no, Big Brother Long Fei, Grandpa Long Fei, please forgive me, I just came to watch the fun!"

Long Fei didn't care, all the people watching the excitement were at the foot of the mountain, and those who stood here and ventured in front of him were all people with bad intentions.

If he didn't use the power of thunder to kill and loot, these people would still make trouble for themselves.

The injury of the road.

He sighed softly, and spat out the stuffy blood in his mouth again.

Although the old man saw it, he didn't believe him anymore, and avoided him from a distance, and didn't take the initiative to attack him.

A disciple of Yaowangxing and Shenwangxing yelled, "Elder, look at him vomiting blood, let's take this opportunity to kill him!"

"Elder, hurry up and rescue our disciple!"

These elders scolded, "Shut up, this kid is obviously just pretending, trying to lure us into the urn, you must not be fooled."

There were nearly tens of thousands of people on the field, and most of them used secret treasures to escape from the mountain.

There is still a small half, jumping from the top, because there is no secret treasure to protect the body, the body is broken when falling on this mountain with great gravity.

Fortunately, the primordial spirit was saved.

The monks who didn't escape were miserable, and they were eaten by the twelve witch gods. Nearly 4000 people turned into blood mist and were absorbed by the twelve witch gods.

Wang Dabao of Shenlong Auction House swallowed secretly. They hid in the auction house with Chu Feng and others from the beginning, and luckily they didn't conflict with Long Fei.

At the beginning, they spoke for Chu Feng and the others, and Long Fei was grateful to them in his heart.

The rumble subsided, and the mysterious light on the field gradually disappeared.

The ground was clean, only the red rocks remained, telling the blood of this place.

A gust of mountain wind blew past, making a whistling sound, which made all the monks down the mountain tremble with fear.

I'm afraid that Long Fei's eyes will be red, and he will kill from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Long Fei is not that stupid, nor does he have that strength.

Due to the geomagnetic attraction on the mountain, low-level monks cannot fly at will, so they can kill.

At the foot of the mountain, people flee with Yujian.

With Long Fei's cultivation, he still can't mobilize the demon god to charge and kill from a long distance.

Fighting in this place with a radius of [-] meters is already the pinnacle of Long Fei's mental power.

He stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes swept down the mountain.

The Dharma Soul of the Twelve Witch Gods stood behind him, licking his paws as if he had come to life.

The huge physique with a height of more than ten meters seems to follow him and protect him like mountains and mountains.

Because of the True Immortal Banner Spirit and the nourishment of these monks, the fur on their bodies became more oily and black, and the evil spirit was rolling.

This scene was very strange under the setting sun.

It made people look as if Long Fei was not the current person, but came from the ancient times.

After this battle, his title of demon god was completely passed on.

There are tens of thousands of monks, because he died here.

Among them, including a group of masters who have left the Aperture Realm.

After today, the world of comprehension will definitely be shaken.

Under the gaze of millions of monks down the mountain, Long Fei spat out a mouthful of blood again, and sat back on the ground.

The crowd was restless, some enemies had red eyes and trembling palms, but they did not go up to seek revenge after all.

The elder of the Corpse Clan, who lost one hundred and eight banner spirits, yelled and cursed from a distance, "Little Long Fei, I will never die with you forever, you dare to fight?"

He wanted to test whether Long Fei was really dying.

I saw Long Fei's face was pale, and he smiled weakly, "We can barely fight!"

"I believe you a ghost!"

The elder of the corpse clan cursed in his heart, his face turned red from holding back, and he didn't dare to go up.

That's what Brother Long said just now.

But some elders from Venus rushed forward, but they were still easily slapped to death by Long Fei on the ground.

Someone urged in front of him, "Elder, go up and kill him, you will be a hero in the cultivation world!"

"Elder of the Corpse Clan, we support you."

"Elder of the Corpse Clan, believe in yourself, this kid has sprayed so much blood, he must die."

"..."

The angry eyes of the elders of the corpse clan swept across them, and these people immediately shut up, not daring to say anything more.

It was getting dark, and the market at the foot of the mountain was bustling, even busier than the previous few days.

There are a large number of forces buying medicinal herbs in the market, and the battle is traumatic, and everyone's pills are not much left.

In the Shenlong Auction House, Long Fei and his party meditate here to recuperate from their injuries.

Ji Ruhai and Jiang Buyi sat outside chatting and drinking with Wang Dabao from Shenlong Auction House.

All of them frowned, looking a little uncomfortable.

The old emperor told them to keep an eye on Long Fei.

But now that Long Fei won, they felt bad instead.

The murderous intent is too great, the demonic nature is too great, they don't know if such a person is worth trusting.

Wang Dabao was drinking the mulled wine, but what he was thinking about was the golden flowerpot that he auctioned off.

He saw it today, the flower pot fell on Fuchenzi's body, killing Fuchenzi directly.

Hitting it with a magic whip didn't work at all.

He was wondering if he could use something to exchange this thing from Long Fei?

At the foot of the mountain, the various factions sat together, discussing how to get rid of Long Fei and take revenge.

Everyone didn't rest well that night. It seemed calm, but there was an undercurrent surging below.

Everyone is waiting for news, wanting to know how serious Long Fei's Dao injury can be, and whether he can survive this night!
　Chapter 2, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)