"Who!"

The black-robed man was suddenly startled, and then hurriedly turned around.

A young man in a Confucian shirt was looking around at the entire mine and the fine stripes on Dongyu.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a pity not to be a jade carver if you can describe it to such an extent! Your demon temple has really paid for it!"

The young man said in amazement.

"It's you! Zhong Mengchen!"

The black-robed man said coldly.

For some time now, the three words Zhong Mengchen have almost become a nightmare for the Demon Temple! The disgust and hatred for him are pressing Liu Zhengyang!

If it weren't for the fact that the demon kings have been planning to force the return of the demon world recently, it is estimated that someone would have shot him to death! This guy is so nasty!

The most important thing is that this person is as witty as a demon, and he can see through all the lurks in the demon temple!

Facing Zhong Mengchen, the Demon Temple can no longer be described as a heavy loss.

It can be said that almost all the strongholds that the Demon Temple had secretly planned for ten years in Tiannan Province were wiped out by him alone! This is something that Liu Zhengyang has never done before!

Of course, this can only prove that there is a specialization in the art industry.

"Since you already know that I'm following you, how dare you come here? Tsk tsk, do you think I'm complimenting you on your bravery or stupidity like a pig?"

Zhong Mengchen looked at the man in black robe with a playful look on his face.

The black-robed man snorted heavily: "Zhong Mengchen, do you think you're sure to win? It's arrogant!"

After he finished speaking, he took out blood beads in his hand and pressed them directly on the statue behind him.

The statue, which was originally a work of art, seemed to be resurrected in an instant, directly swallowing the blood gas beads, and then a strange red light flashed in the eyes of the statue.

"Since I know you're behind me, do you really think I'm not prepared for anything?"

The man in black robe sneered: "Zhong Mengchen, today is your place of death! Give it to me!"

The statue behind the black-robed man suddenly shot a red light, hitting Zhong Mengchen directly, and then Zhong Mengchen's figure completely disappeared in the mine.

"Haha! Zhong Mengchen, I see how mad you are in Corrupted Blood this time! This is a feast I carefully prepared for you! Enjoy!"

The man in black robe laughed wildly, obviously he was very proud of his actions.

But his smile soon froze.

There was a clear cracking sound from the statue behind him!

"This... what's going on here!"

The man in black robe subconsciously took a step back, opened the distance from the statue, and looked at the statue that seemed to collapse with a look of surprise.

This is far beyond his understanding. After all, this statue seems to be made of Dongyu, but it is actually carved and polished by the essence of Dongyu. The most important thing is that there are many formations on it. If it is true Someone is trapped in it, and it is almost impossible to get out of it!

"Unfortunately, this is what you call Corrupted Blood? It's useless!"

Zhong Mengchen's voice sounded in the mine, and then the statue that the man in black robe relied on instantly shattered into pieces and shattered toward the surroundings.

Zhong Mengchen didn't have any trace of infection on his body, and he still had that graceful appearance.

The man in black robe was like a ghost, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "You, how could you get out of trouble so quickly!? This is impossible!",

In Zhong Mengchen's hand, there was a wriggling mass of blood, which changed with the change of his palm. Hearing his words, Zhong Mengchen's expression changed: "Your so-called corrupt blood is too weak!"