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Chapter 207

In just one month, hundreds of cities within the Heavenly Sword Sect had become dead cities.

More than 20 million people....

The remaining cities were almost empty, and countless people rushed to the seven main cities to seek refuge.

For a while, the entire territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect was filled with sorrow, and people were panicked.

Blood Lord Fang Mo has become synonymous with demons, which can make children stop crying and domestic animals stop barking.

...

"Sect Master, the Heavenly Sword Sect asks for help!"

In the empty hall, a Qingyi elder hurriedly walked in and handed a jade tablet to the flowing old man on the high throne.

Ling Xiaozi took the jade Jian and glanced at it.

"This... This demon is simply mad! Sin is unforgivable!!

A moment later, Ling Xiaozi's face turned livid, and he no longer felt ethereal.

Slaughter tens of millions of people ??

This is simply crazy!

Bloodthirsty butcher!

Never in the history of the cultivation world had such a cruel and bloodthirsty demon appeared.

He knew that if he didn't make a move, more people would be slaughtered, the Heavenly Sword Sect would be in danger, and more importantly, the entire righteous path would suffer a huge blow.

"Inform the five great elders that tomorrow follow me to the Five Poisons Swamp to kill this demon!"

Ling Xiaozi's face was like frost, and a mighty aura swept out from his body.

And at this moment, a blood-robed demon cultivator appeared outside the Xiaoyao Gate, shrouded in black fog and demonic qi.

"Daring, who is the magic cultivator, dare to provoke here?!"

A Xiaoyao Sect disciple shouted angrily at the Blood-robed Demon Cultivator.

That blood-robed demon cultivator was unmoved, and a hoarse voice came from the black mist:

"The blood lord has an order, if Xiaoyaomen dares to interfere in the affairs of the Heavenly Sword Sect, then Xiaoyaomen will be the next Heavenly Sword Sect!"

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored token shot out from the black mist, embedded in the boulder.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist dissipated, and the blood-robed demon cultivator disappeared without a trace.

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"This blood lord is too arrogant!"

"I don't even put my sect in my eyes!"

"Dare to threaten my sect, I really don't know whether I am dead or alive!"

"Please also ask the Sect Master to kill this demon to set an example!"

In the main hall, the elders of Xiaoyaomen were furious.

On the high seat, Ling Xiaozi's face was gloomy and silent.

In his hand, he held a blood-colored token with a strange blood lotus carved on it.

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At the same time, the Five Poisons Mountain Range also welcomed an uninvited guest.

"Blood Lord..."

the withered-faced old man looked at the mist-shrouded mountains in front of him, and whispered, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes.

Immediately afterwards, the withered old man stepped into the mountain range with an expressionless face.

The strange thing is that where this withered old man passed, the grass and trees withered, and even the ground left deep footprints.

Soon, the withered old man came to the edge of the swamp, ignored the blood-robed demon cultivators standing around, and walked straight towards the swamp.

"Stop!"

A Yuanji Realm Quadruple Blood-robed Demon Cultivator stopped the old man.

The withered old man paused in his steps, slowly turned his head, and glanced at the blood-robed demon cultivator.

The eyes are cloudy.

"Poof!"

That blood-robed demon cultivator directly spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding blood-robed demon cultivators' faces changed, and they instantly surrounded them.

"Daring, dare to spread wild here, looking for death!"

Several blood-robed demon cultivators burst out with heaven-rushing demonic qi and attacked the withered old man.

In the face of such a fierce attack, the withered old man was still unmoved, and only raised his loose eyelids.

"Ugh!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

After several screams, those blood-robed demon cultivators were all seriously injured and fell to the ground, dying.

"Nope... No matter who you are, Lord Blood Lord will not let you go!"

A blood-robed demon cultivator covered his chest and spoke fiercely.

"Blood Lord? Oh, Lao Zu, I will send him to meet you later. After

that, the withered old man waved his hand lightly, and a gray air flow swept through the audience, and those blood-robed demon cultivators had no aura at all.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the withered old man continued to walk towards the swamp as if he had done a trivial thing.

"Who are you?" Dare to be presumptuous here and die for Benjun! A

majestic voice came from behind the withered old man, and at the same time a golden flame bombarded the old man.

The withered old man felt the temperature behind him rise sharply, stopped and his expression remained unchanged.

"Whew..." Before

the golden flame could touch the body of the withered old man, it suddenly extinguished and dissipated.

"Well??"

Seeing this, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's pupils shrank.

Being able to neutralize his own flames so easily, this old man who suddenly appeared is probably not simple.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The Burning Heaven Demon Monarch stared at the back of the gray old man and asked in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the withered old man slowly turned around.

"Oh? I said how does this flame have a sense of familiarity, it turns out to be you little guy? When

the withered old man saw the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch, he raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

When the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch heard this, his expression was stunned.

Then he seemed to have thought of something and stared at the withered old man.

After counting the breaths.

"You... Are you an immortal ancestor?! The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's face changed drastically, and his tone trembled slightly.

"Hehe, the little one remembered..." The

corner of the undead ancestor's mouth tugged, revealing a terrifying smile.

"Really... It's really you!! The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch lost his voice and exclaimed, completely missing his usual majestic and solemn appearance.

The Immortal Old Ancestor, a Yuan Master Realm powerhouse hundreds of years ago, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch had the privilege of meeting several times, because he was a Demon Dao senior, he had also been guided by the Immortal Old Ancestor.

Unexpectedly, the Immortal Old Ancestor was still alive now!

"Ex... Senior, I don't know why I came here? The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch came back to his senses and asked cautiously.

"Old Ancestor, I came to find that Blood Lord..." The

Immortal Old Ancestor slowly spoke, his old voice full of gloomy coldness.

When the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch heard this, his heart clicked.

"I don't know why the senior came to find the Blood Lord?"

The Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's tone became more cautious.

"Lord Blood Lord?"

The Immortal Old Ancestor's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying coercion exuded from his body.

"Ex... Generation..." The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch only felt a huge mountain pressing on his body, and his face turned suddenly pale.

Before the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch finished speaking, the Immortal Old Ancestor appeared in front of him, and a skinny hand strangled the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's neck.

"Take Lao Zu and I'll find the blood master in your mouth."

The Immortal Old Ancestor is in the shadowy path.

Seeing this, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch knew that the person who came was not good, but there was nothing he could do.

What to do?

Although he knew that Fang Mo's strength was very strong, Fang Mo was a Yuan Realm after all.

This Immortal Old Ancestor is a Yuan Master Realm powerhouse!

"Refused?"

The Immortal Old Ancestor's tone was cold, and he increased the strength of his hand.

"Ho... Ho..." The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's face turned red and he made a painful sound.

After a moment, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch finally couldn't hold on.

"I... I'll take you to..."