The black dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, and the black fire kept burning the clouds in the sky, and the fire was as dark as ink, making it form a huge black sea of fire, and the demon dragon soared up and down in this magic fire.

Just when the Yuanying were panicking, they saw the demon dragon rushing down, but its target was not the coalition army, but the demonized withered soul directly below, and the invincible demon. Such a sudden scene made the monk who was ready to escape feel dumbfounded.

"...... you?" the adversary was startled, and hurriedly dodged in a panic.

But after all, it was still a step too late, and I saw a pitch-black demon python poking out of the withered soul sleeve, wrapped around the demon's body, opening the python's mouth and biting his shoulder bone so that it could not escape.

"With the Eight Desolation Demon Flames alone, you want to rebel against Lord Demon Venerable!" the Adversary threatened, waving his four arms in an attempt to break free from the restraints on his body.

Speaking of that Demon Venerable, the puppet-like face of the withered soul obviously showed a trace of extremely subtle changes, but others couldn't notice it at all, and it seemed that he was afraid of that Demon Venerable in his heart.

But despite this, the offensive of the withered soul did not stop because of this, and the demon dragon still pounced on it with great momentum.

There were three points of anger and seven points of fear in the eyes of the adversary. He began to be afraid, his face gradually became distorted, and he could not break free from the restraints, so he could only raise his four arms high to resist the Eight Desolation Demon Flames.

The Allied Monks noticed that the Demon Flame was extraordinary, and hurriedly retreated to avoid being affected by the Demon Flame.

"It seems that the withered soul is not completely devoid of autonomous consciousness!" Ye Xiaochai thought so in his mind, and felt even more glad in his heart for this, if the withered soul was such a god-transforming demon cultivator, and could stand on the same front as them, then the odds of winning this battle could be said to be nine out of ten.

The demon flame turned into a black dragon and swooped down, instantly submerging the withered soul and the demon head, and the raging demon dragon raged, and the aura of destruction spread in all directions.

Everyone used their own magical powers, while resisting the arrogance, they retreated at the same time, Rao is like this, some monks who are slightly weak, even their own shields flicker, faintly unstable. It's hard to imagine what will happen to the adversary in the depths.

"Ah~!"

A miserable cry came from the demonic flames, how painful it was, and it was terrifying to hear.

Ye Xiaochai glanced back, except for the huge demonic flame, he couldn't see anything else clearly.

However, at this moment, a blood ray rushed out of the demon flame, and quickly broke out of the range of the demon flame, but it only flew out of the distance of a hundred and ten zhang, and the blood light instantly dimmed, showing a stumbling figure.

This person is the invincible devil, but now he looks so embarrassed, not to mention his ragged clothes, there are many burns all over his body, and his right shoulder is even more empty, only the two arms on his left shoulder remain.

The demon's cultivation strength, even among the late-stage cultivators, can be called a top-notch existence. However, it is a character like him, who has only been in the demonic flame for a few breaths, and has ended up like this, if it is an ordinary monk, he will not be able to destroy his form and spirit, which shows the horror of the demonic flame.

Seeing that the demon had already escaped from range, the demon flame gradually converged and turned smaller, and once again turned into a demon dragon that was only ten zhang long, hovering outside the base of the Dry Soul and the Eight Desolation Towers.

The demon knew that he didn't dare to stay longer, so he glanced at the withered soul demon with hatred, and turned around and fled in the direction of the abyss.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel relieved that the current crisis could be regarded as a relief.

He didn't immediately set out to chase after him, still with the same dead fish-like face, and just watched the demon leave. After the demon was gone, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the coalition forces.

Ye Xiaochai's eyelids jumped unconsciously, and he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart for some reason when he was looked at by today's dry soul. He turned his head to look at Qiyun Qiyun's fate, only to see that the two of them were also frowning, looking at the withered soul with great jealousy.

Madam Xiang, as the temporary ruler of the Holy Demon Sect, was naturally very happy to see her Great Elder repelling the demon now. What's more, now that he has the cultivation of the god transformation period, it doesn't matter if the demon transforms those or not.

Thinking like this, Mrs. Xiang wanted to lead all the elders in the door to pay homage, but was stopped by Qiyun.

"Why did Daoyou stop me?" asked Mrs. Xiang with some displeasure.

"The situation is unknown, I hope you will be cautious. Qiyun replied.

"What Qiyun Daoyou said is very true, Mrs. Xiang, wait a moment!" Xingyao also said.

Since both of them said so, Mrs. Xiang had to endure for a while.

Now the five demonized primordial babies are all restrained, and the demon head was also severely injured by the withered soul and fled, leaving only the demonized withered soul, but they don't know whether the current withered soul is a blessing or a curse for them, and the two sides have formed an extremely delicate situation because of this.

However, at this moment, I saw that the withered soul pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the fierce flame of the demon dragon outside the body suddenly soared, and between the churning, the volume suddenly soared, and once again turned into a hundred-zhang black dragon.

When everyone saw this scene, they all gasped, and they didn't have time to think about it, so they were busy showing their own life skills.

Although Ye Xiaochai's body flickered, the Spell Destroying Golem appeared out of thin air, and its size continued to grow to a height of ten zhang, and the golden giant stood in front of everyone.

Ming Bufan raised it with one hand and stretched out the sword box on his back, but he took it back before he touched the sword box, because he saw Qiyun beside him and took out the top of the Eight Desolation Tower.

The spire of the Eight Desolation Towers floated in Qiyun's palm, and a fiery aura spread instantly, and a foot-long fire dragon hovered over it. I saw him throw half of the spire in his hand upward, and then pinched the trick with both hands, and spit out lightly in his mouth: "Eight Desolation Karma Fire!"

Eight desolate demon flames, eight desolate karmic fires, the two are one, although the tower is demonized, but the essence of the two is still the same.

The black demon dragon and the red fire dragon seem to be completely different, but their fierce flames are the same. Under the interweaving of the two, a more violent wave of qi erupted than before, and the monks' protective bodies were shattered one by one, and they were instantly pushed away by this strong wave, and the black and red pillars of fire rushed straight into the sky, which made the space tremble violently, and small cracks appeared around the periphery, tearing and closing, closing and tearing, and so on, and tearing an extremely long spatial crack at the top, and the two-color pillar of fire rushed directly out of the extraterritorial void.

In the abyss, the four-armed demon in the true demonic qi sensed, a huge demon head poked out of the demonic qi, and a pair of bloody eyes looked into the distance, just to see the black and red intertwined pillar of sky-high fire, and the eyes could not hide a look of surprise.

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