Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

The speed and agility of the Wind Eagle King are well known to all monsters, but even it fell into the hands of the opponent, which shows that it definitely has a speed far exceeding that of the Wind Eagle King.

"This aura... is the fangs of the Earthly Fiend!"

The demons' hearts skipped a beat and they looked hurriedly at the pale fragment. Just one glance and their minds went blank with horror.

The physical body of Disha is only slightly inferior to that of the Black Turtle Saint Clan, and he has the power of the earth veins to protect himself. Except that his innate magical powers are relatively weak, his defense alone is almost the same as that of the transformed Black Turtle!

But even if it is this thing, can it not withstand the opponent's flying sword? ?

"It is indeed the aura of the Earthly Evil. It seems that the old pig has been killed."

"How terrifying! How many cards does this person have? Not only can he catch up with the Wind Eagle King in speed, but he can even fight against the Earthly Fiend head-on!"

What’s even more terrifying is that they set out only half a minute later than the Wind Eagle King and his companions.

But in this short half moment, the opponent not only killed two powerful demon cultivators at the peak of the late transformation stage, but also killed all the other small demons in the transformation stage, and not a single one escaped.

In other words, the other party did not waste much time when killing the two Earthly Demons.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, the person who escaped the farthest only ran a thousand miles before being ruthlessly killed. What a terrifying strength!

There were nearly a hundred monsters fleeing in all directions. How did he catch up and kill them all in just half a minute, and then escape calmly?

No, that is not escape. Escape is aimed at the weaker party. Now, the weaker party is these demon cultivators, and the other party is the hunter who is chasing them.

"Brother Eagle, are we still chasing?" A leopard demon with a flashing purple light asked cautiously.

The black-gold eagle looked at the scarlet bloodstains on the ground, raised its head and stared at the monsters for a moment.

What he got in return was a surprisingly consistent silence, which was enough to explain everything.

"As expected of the bloodthirsty Saint Son of the Slaughter Sword Sect, his methods are indeed cruel and ruthless, not to mention his insidious and cunning nature."

"This person's strength has probably reached the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage. The Nascent Soul Middle Stage he revealed is just a disguise to make us let down our guard."

"This matter is beyond our control. I will report this to the Golden Eagle King, and we will not get involved in the rest of the matter."

The Demon King’s rewards are indeed tempting, but you have to be alive to enjoy them.

If you want to live long, you must know yourself, admit defeat when you should, and never try to be reckless and seek death.

They cannot defeat the Holy Son of the Sword Sect, but the demon clan is full of masters, and there will be real strong ones who will come forward to deal with him.

Although the nine noble bloods of the Holy Clan have disappeared recently and their whereabouts are unknown.

But among their brothers, there are also many powerful ones who have reached the peak of the late transformation stage and are still active.

The innate magical powers of these monsters are extremely powerful. Each of them possesses a kind of power of law that almost reaches the extreme of this world. They are almost invincible among the same level.

As long as they can take action personally, even the ten Sword Sect Saints will surely die!

……

There were strong winds and rain, lightning and thunder.

The shadows of the trees danced wildly in the strong wind, and raindrops as big as beans fell down, covering the entire sky.

And in this rainy night, two rainbow lights broke through the air at a speed invisible to the naked eye, smashing countless water curtains along the way and flying straight towards the northwest.

"We've encountered more and more transformed demon cultivators recently. Be careful when you attack. Don't act impulsively, or you'll fall into a trap."

Bai Mujian's spiritual sense swept across the surroundings, and his sight vaguely passed by somewhere above.

In order to deal with the two of them, they actually dispatched a powerful demon to track and monitor them, which shows how much the demon clan values ​​Jiang Han.

But it just stared without showing any murderous intent, most likely because it was threatened by that Master Ge.

"Don't worry, brother. I will act cautiously."

With Jiang Han's current strength, it is almost impossible for anything to go wrong as long as he doesn't fight head-on with the great demon in the state of transformation.

As for these demon cultivators of the same level in the transformation stage, it can be said that no matter how many come, they will be killed, even the nine demon cultivators of the holy clan with ancient bloodline are no match!

Traps and the like can only be effective if the opponents are of equal strength, otherwise they will just be a joke.

Speaking of which, the rewards from overcoming obstacles and slaying monsters along the way were quite rich.

Not only did he obtain nearly enough fresh materials for a storage ring, but he also obtained nearly three hundred demon beast spirits to replenish the sword spirit's energy.

Jiang Han separated his spiritual thoughts and sank them into his dantian.

After these few days of devouring, the sword spirit's condition has obviously improved a lot. Although it is still a little lacking in energy, its features have regained a lot of spirit.

In addition, his natal flying sword has also recovered well, and has already emitted an inch of sword light. Even if it cannot be used to deal with the old monster in the God Transformation stage, it is enough to threaten any demon cultivator below the God Transformation stage.

The two of them were moving at a very fast speed, and before they knew it, the sound of thunder and rain around them had become much quieter. Although the wind and rain were still violent, they gradually quieted down.

It is now midnight. When all the sounds from the outside world disappear, only the silent downpour and the swaying shadows of the trees are left.

"Huh? Something's wrong."

The two of them stopped almost at the same time and looked around in tacit understanding.

With the strength of their spiritual power, they didn't notice anything unusual, and didn't even know when they were attacked.

"It's the Moon Demon Clan's innate magical power—the Dream World."

Jiang Han frowned slightly. The Moon Demon was one of the nine holy clans. He was born with a natural grasp of the laws of illusion. His innate magical power could even briefly touch the limit of illusion and create an illusory dream world out of thin air!

But this demon obviously has not practiced well, and the dream world is so shallow that it can only trap the enemy but has no killing power. All we need to do is kill the Moon Demon hiding in this world, and this world will collapse on its own.

Although his spiritual sense could not find the other party, his five senses were sharp and he easily discovered the other party's hiding place.

Jiang Han did not say anything. He had a thought in his mind and a sword flashed and disappeared beside him. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of ten thousand feet and stabbed into the void with a green light.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch, a strong black light suddenly appeared here, and a tortoise shell appeared in the void to block the flying sword.

"Roar!"

When the two collided, a cry of pain was heard in the void, the tortoise shell shattered, and three human figures suddenly appeared in a twist.

They were dressed in three-colored Taoist robes, and their bodies were no different from those of humans. Only the terrifying demonic aura rising into the sky indicated their identity as demons.

"The flying sword is pretty good." A dark and strong man on the left said in a deep voice.

More than just good, one sword broke its tortoise shell defense and even injured its body. The power of this sword definitely reached the level of Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

But this was clearly a casual attack from the opponent!

There was a gleam in its eyes, and it looked up and down at the flying sword beside Jiang Han with extreme vigilance.

If you look closely, you can see its slightly trembling right hand and the hideous cracks on the back of its hand, as fine as a spider web.

Obviously seriously injured!