Supreme Demon God

The black shadow controlled by the Nightmare Demon Hound was pressing harder and harder, and in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of Wang Ying.

Perhaps he turned his attention to Mo Xiu, and Wang Ying actually forgot to be afraid.

He looked at Mo Xiu and said with a sneer, "Very well, since you don't plan to save me, then die together."

In an instant, a strange breath rose from him.

Mo Xiu glanced at Wang Ying, and instantly saw through Wang Ying's plan, not to explode, but to perform a secret technique similar to self-explosion – Blood Prison Art.

This was a secret technique that used one's own blood to form a cage and trap the enemy.

People who exploded were often hard to stay alive after that, but those who used the Blood Prison Art, as long as they were treated in time, might still have a sliver of a chance of living.

In addition, it was true that the power of self-detonation was great, but if the user couldn't restrain his opponent before self-detonation, it was very worthless.

The Blood Prison Art was different. Its main function was to trap people instead of exploding in place. Therefore, this secret technique was often used when someone cooperated with an attack.

"Bang!"

Various parts of Wang Ying's body burst open, and the blood formed like a stream of water, forming a cage, attacking Mo Xiu.

As long as Mo Xiu could be restrained in the scarlet cage, Mo Xiu would not be able to escape even if he wanted to escape. At that time, Mo Xiu would have to face the Beast of Death.

According to the rumors, even the elder of the Seraphic Sword Sect was not an opponent of the Beast of Death, so he did not believe that Mo Xiu was not afraid to face the Beast of Death when he could not escape.

Wang Ying could not escape from the Beast of Death, so he had to face the Beast of Death, and he had to endure the risk of dying in the hands of the Beast of Death or going crazy directly, but since Mo Xiu refused to help, then he might as well make this end a very uncomfortable end for Mo Xiu too!

Seeing that the scarlet cage was getting closer and closer to Mo Xiu, a kind of retaliatory pleasure emerged in his heart.

Mo Xiu knew Wang Ying's thoughts very well, but he didn't care.

He did not evade and raised the Abyss Demon Sword in his hand at the right time.

"Shizz, shizz…"

The blood cage was easily disintegrated, and the blood was absorbed by the Abyss Demon Sword.

"How... how is it possible!"

"What kind of sword is that? Why can it get rid of my Blood Prison Art!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Wang Ying's face was full of disbelief; his whole person had already become a little crazy.

In order to perform the Blood Prison Art, various parts of his body burst open. Although the Blood Prison Art had been easily cracked by Mo Xiu, blood still gushed out in those bursts, turning him into a bloody man.

Before Wang Ying died, Mo Xiu's figure twinkled, came to Wang Ying, grabbed Wang Ying, and threw him towards the huge black shadow.

The black shadow paused, seeming to be a little puzzled by Mo Xiu's actions, but it was obviously a type that never refused what came to its mouth, and soon swallowed Wang Ying, who had drawn an arc in midair.

At this moment, Mo Xiu also swung his sword and rushed over, the Abyss Demon Sword in his hand slashed like it was on a huge black cloth.

"Shizz, shizz…"

The black shadow split from the middle, revealing a gap.

Mo Xiu used flew, quickly passed through the gap, came to the back of the shadow, and saw the Nightmare Demon Hound behind the shadow.

To subdue the Nightmare Demon Hound, there was no natural effect on that shadow. He must start with the real Nightmare Demon Hound, but that shadow was equivalent to the Nightmare Demon Hound's defensive barrier, even if Mo Xiu was a warrior who was strong enough to kill the Great Perfection-stage Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, he still couldn't use his strength to forcibly tear open the shadow.

However, Mo Xiu knew the weakness of this Nightmare Demon Hound. Once it swallowed something, it would become very fragile. Even if Mo Xiu's cultivation was only in the Early-stage of the Spirit Vessel Realm, he could still tear apart the dark shadow with the Abyss Demon Sword.

This was why he kept Wang Ying's life.

Originally, Mo Xiu planned to let Nightmare Demon Hound swallow Wang Ying by itself, but Wang Ying was eager to die and wanted to take Mo Xiu to death with him. In this case, Mo Xiu could only send Wang Ying on the road ahead of time.

Now, after passing through that shadow and seeing the Nightmare Demon Hound, he looked carefully again.

The Nightmare Demon Hound was stunned for a moment. It seemed that Mo Xiu could pass through the shadow and come to it.

Soon, it became furious but still did not roar. It just stepped lightly on the ground, and its small body slowly rose, rising to the height of Mo Xiu's shoulders, and then a violent momentum swept out majestically.

The gust of wind was everywhere, black thunder and lightning lingered around its body, the horror breath gave people an unmatched feeling.

On the third eye on his forehead, a gloomy light burst out mightily and powerful, piercing Mo Xiu like lightning.

This was a kind of supernatural power called Cryptic Evil Eye similar to the Empyrean Demon Body and Mystic Demon Eyes that Mo Xiu had, and it was also the main attack method of the Nightmare Demon Hound. Once it was successfully used, it could make people fall into the nightmare, either directly go crazy or become a puppet of the Nightmare Demon Hound.

The Nightmare Demon Hound was an evil beast, and its intelligence was much higher than those of spirit beasts or monster beasts. However, it rarely turned people into puppets, and more often made people go crazy directly.

The elders of the Seraphic Sword Sect might not be inferior to the Nightmare Demon Hounds in their youth, but once the Nightmare Demon Hound displayed its supernatural powers, it was not something that the elders of the Seraphic Sword Sect could resist. Therefore, those who saw the Beast of Death would either die or go crazy, even the elders of the Seraphic Sword Sect could not make an exception.

Since Mo Xiu knew that this was a Nightmare Demon Hound, he naturally had a certain understanding of the Cryptic Evil Eye, and even what he was waiting for was the Nightmare Demon Hound showing the Cryptic Evil Eye to him.

He condensed the True Energy on his Mystic Demon Eyes, the gloomy light that shot at him didn't fall on him, but was bounced back, and fell on the Nightmare Demon Hound.

"Growl~"

The Nightmare Demon Hound groaned, and the black lightning around it disappeared. The small body fell to the ground from mid-air, and even the huge black shadow behind Mo Xiu returned to the Nightmare Demon Hound without delay. 

After waiting for a long time, the Nightmare Demon Hound stood up from the ground.

It looked at Mo Xiu, no longer as fierce as before, but rather docile, and walked to Mo Xiu's side, tilting his head and rubbing against Mo Xiu's legs.

Mo Xiu looked at the Nightmare Demon Hound and said, "Why do you appear in this place?"

The infant Nightmare Demon Hound couldn't speak, but it was an evil beast with very high intelligence after all. After understanding Mo Xiu's words, a thought flowed into Mo Xiu's Sea of ​​Knowledge, meaning that it didn't know either. When it woke up, it was here already.

Mo Xiu asked the Nightmare Demon Hound something, but the Nightmare Demon Hound knew nothing and could not answer his question.

...

Outside the Desolate Ridge barrier, a female disciple flew over.

"Senior Sister Song," Shao Jianbo quickly took the lead in saluting.

When everyone saluted and greeted, they all bowed their heads, not daring to look at this female disciple called "Senior Sister Song".

Not only because Senior Sister Song was so beautiful that she outshone the moon, looked like a fairy and goddess in heaven, but also because Senior Sister Song's status was so honorable that people didn't dare to look directly at her.

His name was Song Shenxue. She was the chief disciple of the Seraphic Sword Sect and the true disciple of the Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect. She had an unfathomable cultivation base and was young, but it was said that she had the strength to compete with some elders. The strongest genius in the history of the Seraphic Sword Sect, the true goddess of heaven.

It might even be a few years before Song Shenxue would succeed the current Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect and become the next Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect.

This person's experience was also very magical. She was born in the scorching season, but when she was born, she was born with snow for thousands of miles, and a heavy snowfall continued for half a month.

In the end, the Sect Master of Seraphic Sword Sect came forward and took away the newly born Song Shenxue, and the heavy snow stopped falling.

After bringing Song Shenxue back to the Seraphic Sword Sect, the Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect immediately accepted her as a disciple and carefully cultivated her, so that when Song Shenxue was three years old, her cultivation had already broken through to the Spirit Vessel Realm.

When she was five years old, Song Shenxue's cultivation reached the Profound Spirit Realm, then from Early-stage to Great Perfection-stage and whatnot, in other words, her cultivation moved forward quickly and smoothly like flowing water and drifting cloud.

Because of this, Song Shenxue was only sixteen years old now, and her cultivation base far exceeds that of any disciple of the Seraphic Sword Sect, who pursued the elders of the Sky Sword Sect.

Because she joined the Seraphic Sword Sect from an early age and didn't join the Seraphic Sword Sect in the same way as others, no one had ever seen Song Shenxue use the Talent Stone to test her talent.

However, Song Shenxue's cultivation base spoke for itself. Presumably, the Ge Liuyun with the highest aptitude tested with the talent stone was far inferior to her.

Perhaps it was because of this reason that Song Shenxue rarely appeared in front of the disciple of the Seraphic Sword Sect even when she was clearly the chief disciple of this sect. She was mysterious and unpredictable, almost the same as Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect.

Nowadays, Song Shenxue, who barely showed up, actually appeared outside the barrier of Desolate Ridge, which surprised Shao Jianbo and others.

But in the face of Song Shenxue, no one dared to ask more, just silently lowered their heads, waiting for Song Shenxue to speak.

Song Shenxue didn't even look at Shao Jianbo, and said, "There is something wrong with this barrier. Master asked me to check it out. You have been guarding here, but have you noticed something abnormal?"

"Senior Sister Song, there is nothing unusual," Shao Jianbo replied respectfully.

Song Shenxue stopped talking, she simply took out a special token, crossed the barrier, and entered the Desolate Ridge.

After a while, she walked out of the barrier again.

"You can go back. The outer disciples who challenged Desolate Ridge this time have been wiped out," Song Shenxue said indifferently. From her tone, it seemed that it was not the disciples of the Seraphic Sword Sect who died in Desolate Ridge, but a group of ants.

When Shao Jianbo heard the words, he was taken aback for a moment, and ignoring Song Shenxue's identity, he questioned. "The entire disciples are annihilated? How could it be possible! This is only the first day; how can it be that everyone is annihilated?"

Song Shenxue shook her head slightly when she heard him, "I have used my Divine Consciousness to investigate, and there is nothing wrong with this result. If you don't believe it, you can wait seven more days. I'm just kindly reminding you."