Ziyue's originally dark robe was dyed red by the rain of blood, and his body was constantly trembling.

This blow was unleashed by him with all his spiritual power, and of course, most of the power came from the abyss.

Otherwise, it would be unrealistic for Zi Yue to use the total amount of spiritual power in the extreme body realm to kill nearly one-third of the total number of enemies in the same realm or even better.

But the more strange thing about Jean Ziyue is, why are these people killed by me like this, and they can still pounce one after another?

Shouldn't they be so afraid of death, although they are enthusiastic at their age, they should be a little afraid to see the scene of this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Wrong!

Ziyue calmed down, the golden light in his pupils kept flickering, and he carefully observed the entire battlefield while escaping.

The entire big array was the same as before, and no problems were found, and so did this group of Tianyan disciples, so what was the problem?

Ziyue turned his head and carefully inspected Nong Wuwei and the other nine people, who were holding the Dharma seal motionlessly, and were guarded by a group of people to protect their safety.

Their expressions have not changed much, except for the bright red of their clothes...

Wait? Clothes?

Ziyue thought back, weren't their previous clothes uniform red and orange, and why did they turn the same blood-red color as mine?

Moreover, they knew that no matter how many disciples there were, they would be killed by me, so they really shouldn't have done it at any cost.

As if thinking of something, Ziyue quickly broke away from the crowd, his golden pupils carefully examining the dead corpses and the still alive.

As before, they had a layer of armor composed of faint crimson spiritual power, and behind this armor there were several silk threads composed of spiritual power that directly connected Nong Wuwei and the others.

I see, a smile rose on the corner of Ziyue's mouth, this kind of method can be thought of, you old men still have some ideas.

Then I'll see how far this big array and you can hold!

Ziyue fell to the ground again, looking around at the enemies around him.

Now that I have little spiritual power left, let's see how far my physical body can last!

Zi Yue's body emitted a faint black light, and with a kick of his feet back, he rushed into the enemy formation!

In front of Ji Yuan, these disciples were like white tofu, extremely fragile.

I saw Zi Yue smash the head of a demon beast with one foot, rush into the sky with his strength, and split dozens of flying disciples in the sky in half with a sword!

At the same time, behind him, the various spells of those disciples still bombarded him without breaking!

Burst!

Ziyue's physical body began to be a little unable to hold on, and originally took advantage of the uniqueness of the netherworld body to absorb all kinds of damage while unloading.

But after all, he is now in the Extreme Body Realm, and the effect that the Nether Body can exert is not complete, even if he is proficient in the use of the Netherbody, he can exert at most one-fifth of what is under normal circumstances.

With this fifth, it can be said that with the same realm just by virtue of his physical body, he can suppress people in the same realm!

He could even leapfrog and kill a monk who was a great realm above him, but now because there were too many enemies above his realm, the damage that the Netherworld could absorb and resist in the Extreme Body Realm was limited.

Whew, whew!

Zi Yue began to gasp rapidly, his ribs were broken, and although his right hand, which had fought against the Flame Giant before, had recovered a lot since then, a large area of bone was still leaking out of his entire right arm.

The back is covered with scars caused by various weapons, sword wounds, knife wounds, etc., and many places have even been pierced one by one, blood can't stop flowing down, and there are many sharp arrows inserted.

There are still a lot of burns on his body, he can vaguely smell burning, frostbite, and a lot of toxins lingering in his body, and the blood on the ground is still sneering and white smoke, so he looks like a monster.

But even so, he still did not fall, but relied on one person and one sword, constantly raising and falling with his sword, and slashing the enemy.

And Xue Ru and the others really looked at it from the outside, especially when they saw that Ziyue's spiritual power was exhausted, and they were still killing the enemy with only one person.

couldn't help but admire, and Wanshu and Xuanjing were also seeing Ziyue for the first time.

They couldn't help but want to help Zi Yue, but Liuying stretched out his hand to stop them, after all, this was Zi Yue's battle alone.

Wan Shu and Xuan Whale knew that Zi Yue was extraordinary, but they never thought that Zi Yue would kill thirty or forty thousand enemies who had cultivated higher than themselves with just one person and one sword!

It is simply impossible to change them, and the two of them are worthy of His Majesty the Emperor of the Underworld! It is impossible to change them at all.

As Ziyue's injuries became more and more serious, although Nong Wuwei and the others pretended to be calm, the clothes on their bodies had already been soaked with blood.

The seven orifices of the ten people slowly flowed through a streak of blood.

Whew, whew!

Ziyue's wheezing sound became heavier and heavier, and his body became more and more unable to hold on, and relatively speaking, there were fewer and fewer enemies, from the overwhelming enemy at the beginning to less than one-tenth of the enemy at the beginning.

The battlefield was full of all kinds of corpses, including disciples, sects, monsters, and puppets.

This sentence has always been considered an exaggeration, how can one person be able to defeat 10,000 people?

But everything today has opened everyone's eyes, and the enemies present have all cultivated to surpass Ziyue, and there are always more than 60,000 people!

But what about the final result? It's just a corpse at Ziyue's feet!

Temple!

The sharp abyss slashed across the young man's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring, squirting all over his body.

He didn't care at all, anyway, there was enough blood on his hands, and the blood on his body had already stained his clothes blood-red.

Looking up at Nong Wuwei and the others, Ziyue seemed to be waiting for something.

Boom!

A violent explosion rang out! The huge spiritual power network collapsed!

The sky was full of smoke, and as the smoke gradually dissipated, what appeared in everyone's eyes was Zi Yue, who was supporting his body with the wreckage.

There were also ten seriously injured old men, including the sect leader Nong Wuwei.

The army that was killed by Ziyue before was like a dream, and woke up leisurely, but they also had these large and small injuries on their bodies, and they were no longer able to fight.

Looking at Nong Wuwei and the others, Ziyue smiled.

"Since you are so afraid of the fall of your disciples, why do you still bring them out? Injuries for injuries? The injuries I inflicted on you in the enchantment are fatal enough, if not for some of your disciples to share with you. ”

Nong Wuwei and the others were helped up by the disciples around them, and looked at Ziyue and shook his head helplessly.

"There's no way, who told the old man and the others to misestimate the strength of Xiaoyou, one person can actually stop all of us Tianyan! This kind of record, the old man has never heard of!"

Nong Wuwei stared at Ziyue closely, not knowing what he was thinking.

"How can a demon like Xiaoyou be tolerated in Little Red Dragon City? It's our Tianyan who can't do anything about it, but please also ask Xiaoyou to look at the old man's thin face and let go of these disciples!" Nong Wuwei got up, knelt in front of Ziyue, and kowtowed heavily.