Chatper 1750 (1/2)

"Who is it? If you dare to snatch someone from this seat, why hide your head and show your tail?"

The Lord of the Red Dust shouted, his anger could not be restrained in his voice, however, without any answer, the whole sea of ​​blood was eerily silent, and the demonic energy just now seemed to have never appeared.

Even Yang Xuan disappeared without a trace along with that demonic energy.

"Hmph, no one can save the person I want to kill, so don't think it'll be fine if you can't hide."

The Lord of the Red Dust snorted coldly, and a powerful spiritual sense swept out from her eyebrows, and the lightning sank into the sea of ​​blood below, trying to find where Yang Xuan and the master of the devilish energy were.

It's a pity, it's still useless. Her spiritual sense was torn to shreds by a mysterious force as soon as she entered the sea of ​​blood. That power was extremely terrifying, strangling everything like a storm. not live.

"There is a big formation under this sea of ​​blood!"

The Lord of Red Dust frowned and said to himself, "This formation, which is connected to the White Bone Altar, obviously borrows part of the power of the Demon Heart. If the formation is forcibly broken, it will first disturb the sleeping dark ancestor."

"This person is so talented and thoughtful that he even took into account the Dark Underworld Ancestor. Even if I break through this time, I'm afraid I will have to face the Dark Underworld Ancestor with a revival of the devil's heart."

Although the demon heart of the dark ancestor has not yet fully awakened, if it is threatened by the outside world, I am afraid that it will wake up in an instant.

One of the purposes of her coming here is to win the devil's heart, and if she wants to successfully win the devil's heart, she first needs to seal the devil's heart, seal the evil thoughts of the dark ancestors, and prevent the dark ancestors from resurrecting.

"Amitabha, this son is really blessed, but his life is always a variable."

Monk Jingde whispered.

"Ancestor Jingde is right, sigh, we should blame us for not killing this son earlier and letting him come here alive."

Ouyang Jundao, the God of the God Race, couldn't help sighing lightly after speaking. He had the will to kill Yang Xuan. If Yang Xuan was not protected by Daoist Ku and Emperor Jun Yaozu, Yang Xuan would have died a long time ago.

Monk Jingde was silent, and everyone was gone. What's the use of talking about it now?

While thinking about it, there was a hint of worry on his face. The person who secretly kidnapped Yang Xuan was obviously not the dark ancestor, but no one could guarantee that the other party would give Yang Xuan to the dark ancestor.

If that's the case, things don't end well.

"Ancestor Ku Rong doesn't worry about this son's safety?"

Here, Ancestor Di Jun came to Daoist Ku and asked secretly through voice transmission.

With a calm expression, Dao Kuo said indifferently: "The person who saved him should be the ancestor of the Underworld Demon God, there is no doubt that this son, as the descendant of the Underworld Demon God, would not be in any danger, not only would there be no danger, This time, being taken away by the Underworld Demon God may have a chance, let's wait and see."

"It turned out to be the hand of the Underworld Demon God, but didn't the ancestor say that this demon has fallen and was made into a puppet by the Dark Underworld Ancestor, and why..."

Ancestor Di Jun nodded and was surprised at the same time.

The Daoist Kuo thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say, maybe the old man guessed wrong and I can't say for sure."

After all, I have never seen the Underworld Demon God with my own eyes, and the Daoist Gu dare not say whether the God of the Underworld is really alive. However, looking at the strength of the demonic energy, the Daoist Dry can't think of anyone else in the entire Underworld Realm. Easily snatching people from under the eyes of the lord of red dust?

"Damn, the Demon God is not dead, we were all deceived by this guy."