"Shouting ......"

The Condor spread its wings like a magical cloud covering the heads of all the believers of the Immortal Sect.

It's like the sky is going to fall, and it's irresistible.

Huge wings swept between them like magical clouds, churning the clouds of heaven and earth. The endless wind roared, and the earth was blown away by three feet. Before this big wing, Ren was a disciple of the Immortal Sect. He couldn't help but be blown by the strong wind and stumble. If the iron claws are extended, it is like cutting tofu with a knife. The Gate of Immortality truly transmits the strongest physical body and the strongest defensive magic weapon, and it can't stop the iron claw at all. It is often torn to pieces by a single claw, flesh, and magic weapon. Even more terrifying is the black flame, which can actually appear at any time. These immortal portal attacks hit it, but it was directly extinguished by the black flames, making it difficult to hurt it...

For these Sichuan disciples, to some extent, this is invincible!

"Kill ......"

But these Xianmen Chuan, at this time, no one is timid, all the lives rushed up, killing red eyes, after all, this time it is not you who die, it is me who dies, and what is the difference between dying under the claws of the Demon Eagle and hiding under the eight wild cloud platforms, and the cloud platforms will die when they are broken? Even if he dies under the claws of the Demon Eagle, he still has the opportunity to give the Demon Eagle a heavy blow before the time comes.

So, with this idea, the immortal factions are fighting.

"Poof......

Chen Tai, the leader of the Beast Spirit River, urged the beast spirit to rush forward, but the three war spirit lions went all out, and only tore off a feather from the demon eagle, and then angered the demon eagle, and with a pull of the claws, he directly sandwiched him between the claws, and pulled it hard, Chen Tai even tore the war spirit and the person into several halves, and the howl was interrupted abruptly...

"Whew......"

The two Sichuan disciples of Shangqing Mountain, each holding an immortal rope, tied the right claw of the Demon Eagle and pulled hard, but the Demon Eagle just screamed and turned around suddenly. The two of them were unable to support themselves and were instead pulled up by the fairy's rope. Before they could let go of the fairy rope and turn to run away, the Demon Eagle had already turned around and flew away with a large wing. At the same time, the two of them were pounced on head-on, and blood was splattered in the distance. All the bones were broken, their bodies twisted and their eyes lifeless and desperate as they fell to the ground.

"The evil spirit is dead!"

Qin Wuwei, the missionary leader of the Xuanjian Sect, shouted loudly, regardless of life and death, he rushed to the Demon Eagle with the Spirit Sword head-on, cultivating the way of the sword, and his posture was generally good, and he was too, he actually dodged the Demon Eagle's claws and beak, jumped directly to the top of its head, and then entered the sword with a mana, making his handle bone sword, which looked as bright as a lightning bolt at this time, and then stabbed into the back of the Demon Eagle, and cut out a wound of more than ten feet...

This is the first time that the Condor has really been injured after the immortals really gave five or six lives.

But it did infuriate the Eagle. It chased in mid-air, completely catching up with Qin Wu's battle of drinking tea. Even the people around did not care about the attack. They rebelled against it, and then they grabbed Xuanzong's sword. It's like treating prey. They grabbed it with two paws and pecked it fiercely, dozens of times in a row, pecking it into a pulp...

"Demon, we all fight with you......"

The rest of the river can no longer describe the fear and despair in my heart.

On this battlefield, this fear and despair turned into endless rage and murder...

They all fought desperately, surrounding the Demon Eagle with all their stealth skills. Their desire to kill it outweighs their desire to survive!

But the effect is not obvious.

This magic eagle is too powerful. Magic spells and magic weapons under the normal defense level hit it almost like a tickle. It will not take damage until it reaches or even exceeds the defense level. But such power, although each Okawa has its own secret method, can occasionally be achieved, but in the face of this magic eagle, these few blows are obviously useless...

This made them all feel a kind of despair...

No one thinks about the outcome, they just want to fight like this, kill it, or be killed by it!

The True Biographies of the 19 Immortals, together with the later actions of Yan Ji and Ling Hongbo, brought the number to 21...

But now, in an instant, only 14 people died ...

The rest of the people, who have no thoughts in their hearts, are like this war is going on!

The battle overhead undoubtedly affected the battle posture at the bottom. Even in the battle against magic, all the disciples of the Immortal Sect subconsciously watched the battle above their heads. They saw the difficulties of the battle for truth and suffered heavy casualties. Their hearts were in despair. In the face of the wave of magic, they have no courage in their hearts!

The blood only lasts for a while, and it will gradually dissipate!

Even with more magic to kill, the Eagle is still alive. Sooner or later, the entire army will be destroyed. What's the point of fighting again now?

"Is there really only a dead end?"

This thought has already risen in the hearts of some disciples, and it is hopeless.

Some even hated Yue Teng after losing hope in their hearts: "If he hadn't broken our path, we could have left ...... safely"

Roars of despair rang out one after another.

Faced with a desperate situation, one's blood has become lacking in strength.

However, just when the situation was about to get out of hand, the situation changed again!

In the Eight Desolations Cloud Terrace, another group of figures appeared!

Walking in front was Yue Teng, wearing a green robe and holding a magic sword!

And behind him, with two crutches, jumping and jumping, Luo Lingfei, who followed him closely, was wearing a dark iron armor, carrying a big knife on his shoulder, looking around, with an eager look on Guan Ao, his face was handsome, his eyes couldn't see Liu Guanqing's things, the ghost worshipped, he didn't even look at the woman, he just wanted to find a place to hide from the waiting ghosts, Nie Honggu's face was covered with black veil, and Sister Xiao Qiao, as well as more than forty disciples above and below Zhu Xiaofeng, one by one from the eight barren cloud platforms with solemn expressions

"It's Yue Teng......"

"That girl, are you finally willing to come out?"

Many Immortal Sect disciples noticed this scene and quickly began to drink. They hadn't seen Yue Teng much before. As soon as they saw Yueteng, the anger in their hearts continued to rise. Some even draw their attention away from magical objects. They just looked at Yue Teng, and even hated Luo Fei's spirit. Most of the anger was directed at Yue Teng!

There is no other reason. After all, Yue Teng was the true disciple of the Luo Shen Sect.

In the eyes of many people, Luo Lingfei is just his assistant. Of course, Yue released the idea...

In the face of countless eyes, Yue Teng just took a deep breath, and then he couldn't see, his gaze was just staring at the demon eagle in mid-air like a dark cloud just now, and then slowly increased his mana, and slowly nodded...

"Okay, then let's go and send Yue Xiaoge over!"

Guan Ao was the first to nod and swallowed a pill on the back of his neck, his eyes immediately brightened.

Nie Honggu gagged next to her and said with a smile: "This time it's sugar ......"

Guan Ao nodded and said, "It's delicious!"

When he said this, his eyes turned red and the green tendons on his forehead gradually appeared.

"Shouting ......"

He suddenly let out a roar of rage, slashed the sword in his hand, and strode towards the magic.

"Follow him!"

Xiao Qiao's sister immediately screamed, and the first one rushed up with a flying sword.

"Boom......"

Behind her, all the disciples of Xiao Zhufeng ignored this cruel and terrifying monster and followed Guan Ao closely one after another.

"Of all the immortal gates, maybe our Xiaozhu Peak is the weakest ......"

"But who can guarantee that our weakest Xiaozhufeng can't make the most contribution in this experiment?"

At this time, their gaze is fierce and decisive!

"Yue Teng, you still have the face to come out, you blew up our eight Yeyuntai, don't be ...... in your heart"

At this time, there were already Xianmen disciples who rushed up and jumped angrily, their expressions were very unhappy, but before they could finish speaking, Guan Ao had already rushed in front of them, and roared "Get out", and then the sword in his hand slashed out with a roar, he had already refined the Garan grass, and the power of this knife at this time was more than ten times greater than before?

The knife slashed down, and it seemed that even the void had been split in half by him.

"Ah Ye, you still dare to hurt ......"

The immortals who stood in their way were shocked and rolled out.

Somehow, Guan Ao still has some truth at this time. This knife is only meant to dispel them, and has no intention of harming others!

Only by dodging the knife will the anger in their hearts be greater, and even some people will directly sacrifice the magic weapon, and they will come forward to fight hard, but soon, someone around them will stop them, and their eyes are a little shocked to look at the Xiaozhufeng disciples who rushed up, and said in a deep voice: "Look at ......"

The strength of Xiao Zhu Feng's disciples, in the eyes of most of the four Immortal Sect disciples, seemed a little weak and ridiculous. It's just a bunch of little kids. But at this moment, they suddenly found that these ridiculous young people, one by one, with absolute determination, rushed over and killed them. After passing them, the speed did not stop, and then they went straight to the deepest part of the magic.

"Really... Want to die?"

Some were stunned and said silly to themselves.

But at this time, Xiao Zhufeng's disciples didn't like to die, but one by one, fierce, tight, and Guan Ao, who wielded a big knife, turned into a crazy dragon itself, and the big knife swung into a huge windmill, smashing countless magic in front of him, and then step by step, he walked forward, and beside him, Xiao Zhufeng's disciples tightly protected the left and right, helping him resist the magic coming from ahead. The entire team was like a sword, mercilessly piercing into the middle of the group of magical objects, disrupting the situation.

Among this group of disciples, Yue Teng, Liu Guanqing and the others just followed the crowd and did not take any action.

The deeper they go into the magical community, the more pressure they are under. However, they quickly rushed to the foot of the mountain and, under the command of Liu Guanqing, formed a huge defensive array on the spot to resist the magic attack.

"Is this the pinnacle?"

Yue Teng glanced at the mountain and asked in a low voice.