Chapter 222

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　　“Hong！”
Just at this moment, the black robe on the body of that demonic cultivator suddenly shattered, and a body with pitch-black as charcoal skin, but extremely burly, and exuding a terrifying aura appeared in front of Xu Taiping’s eyes.
　　Sensing the fluctuation of the aura full of the meaning of destruction on the man’s body, Xu Taiping was already able to confirm that the man in front of him must be a demonic cultivator.
According to the records in the sect, demonic cultivators like warriors attach great importance to tempering the body.
　　But the difference is that the way they temper their bodies is extremely bloody and cruel, and the bodies tempered in this way often look very terrifying.
　　“Roar！”
　　At this time, the female flying corpse that had originally fallen to the ground and remained motionless suddenly leaped up from the ground.
　　Immediately, her jet-black hair turned into countless sharp swords and stabbed towards the demonic cultivator in unison.
　　Facing this blow from the female flying corpse, the demonic cultivator was unhurried.
　　I saw him easily free up his other hand and then punched out towards the flying hair.
　　“Bang！” Amidst the huge vibration, countless of the female flying corpse’s jet-black hair broke, and her body was also sent flying backwards by the demonic cultivator’s punch and heavily smashed into the courtyard wall.
　　Seeing　this　scene.
　　The male flying corpse let out another roar, then abandoned the machete in his hand and instead accumulated all his strength and punched the demonic cultivator.
　　Facing this punch, the demonic cultivator raised the corners of his mouth, neither dodging nor evading, allowing him to hit himself.
　　With a ‘bang’, in the heavy collision sound, the male flying corpse’s hand hit the demonic cultivator’s chest solidly, but the demonic cultivator’s body didn’t move at all, only the ground under his feet cracked in pieces.
　　It’s　my　turn.
　　The demonic cultivator snorted coldly, then raised his hand and clenched his fist, and with a punch wrapped in black energy with sparks, he heavily hit the male flying corpse’s chest.
　　With　a　’bang’.
　　The male flying corpse’s chest was first punched through by this fist.
　　With a ‘thud’, the male flying corpse’s face was dull, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground.
　　A lost dog also dares to bark in front of this monarch？
　　The demonic cultivator sneered, then didn’t even look at the male flying corpse, walked directly past his side, and then walked up to the female flying corpse and crouched down and said：
　　Come, let this monarch take a look at the quality of this Heavenly Fragrance and Vermilion Complexion Fruit of yours.
　　As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, used the pitch-black and sharp nail to gently scratch on the female flying corpse’s skull, and then lifted its scalp.
A fruit with ared color and the shape of a cardamom appeared in the center of the female flying corpse’s brain.
　　The roots of that seed had almost spread to every corner of the brain.
　　At the same time, a fascinating aroma instantly filled the small courtyard.
　　“Well, not bad. It’s worth the great effort I put in to break in.”
The demonic cultivator took a deep breath with a intoxicated expression on his face.
　　“The female flying corpse uses a woman’s head to plant flowers, and that demonic cultivator is using the female flying corpse’s head to plant some Heavenly Fragrance Vermilion Face Fruit. No wonder the human race cultivators are at odds with these ghost cultivators and demonic cultivators.”
　　The scene in front of him made Xu Taiping feel a chill down his spine, and he couldn’t help but increase the speed of condensing the Vermilion Crow Golden Flame by a little again.
　　Whether or not he would be discovered by that demonic cultivator, he had to have a backup plan.
　　The demonic cultivator didn’t immediately pick the Heavenly Fragrance Vermilion Face Fruit in the female flying corpse’s brain. Instead, he took out a palm-sized cloth bag.
　　With a pull of the opening of the cloth bag, the female flying corpse was sucked in.
　　Then, the demonic cultivator carried the cloth bag and turned to look at the male flying corpse.
　　“Although I don’t like the Vermilion Face Fruit raised with a male corpse, it should be able to sell for a good price if I take it to sell.”
　　As the demonic cultivator spoke, he carried the cloth bag and walked to the side of the male flying corpse’s body.
　　“After all, this is the corpse of the once famous Sect Leader Duan of Broken Water Saber, used to raise the Heavenly Fragrance Vermilion Face Fruit.”
　　He smiled and crouched down in front of the male flying corpse.
　　As he spoke, he picked up the cloth bag again and prepared to open the bag mouth once more.
　　And in the instant he opened the mouth of the cloth bag, the male flying corpse kneeling in front of him with a huge hole in his chest suddenly opened his eyes violently.
　　“Boom！” The moment he opened his eyes, a vast and magnificent pressure , like the roaring and surging river torrent, suddenly crashed in the courtyard.
　　“Bang！” The skin of the demonic cultivator was the first to be crushed and burst open by this pressure .
Even so, he still struggled to fly back a few steps, and then try to mobilized the demonic energy in his body to protect himself all over, resisting this terrifying pressure.
　　“Ceng！”
　　The demonic cultivator pulled out a pitch-black long sword from his waist.
　　At the same time, in his other hand, he tightly held the male flying corpse’s machete.
　　“Who　are　you？”
　　He asked the male flying corpse who suddenly opened his eyes in a cold tone.
　　“Me？ Who am I？”
　　The male flying corpse looked at the hole in his chest, then slowly stood up, and only then looked up at the demonic cultivator.
　　“Didn’t you just say it？”
　　He looked at the demonic cultivator with a cold gaze.
　　“No… impossible！”
　　The demonic cultivator’s pupils suddenly enlarged, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
　　“Old friend, come here.”
　　The male flying stiff suddenly stretched out his hand towards the demonic cultivator.
　　As soon as the words fell, the machete held by the demonic cultivator suddenly let out a trembling sound of “zheng”, as if it wanted to break free from the demonic cultivator’s hand.
　　However, the demonic cultivator refused to let go.
　　Because he knew very well that if the person in front of him was really that person, what would be the consequences if he got this knife.
　　“Old friend, how can a mere demonic pawn trap you? You are my Duan Tianya’s knife！”
　　The male flying stiff still raised his hand, looking at the firewood knife with a gaze as firm as iron, and his voice was as loud as a bell.
　　As soon as the words fell, a dazzling blade light emitted from the firewood knife in the demonic cultivator’s hand, and then a “blade cry” resounded through the sky like an angry roar after being suppressed for thousands of years.
“Boom!” In the sound of the explosion, the surging saber energy burst out from the firewood knife tearing the entire arm of the demonic cultivator to pieces.
　　“Bang！”
The firewood knife that broke free from the shackle landed in Duan Tianya’s hand.
　　Just like a high-five between two old friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time.