Before the people arrived, the powerful and incomparable sense of oppression caused hundreds of deacons and elders around the altar to retreat one after another, and their bodies were clinging to the altar.

There was not the slightest expression on Hong Zhan's golden face.

Hong Zhan flicked his fingers, and a golden light flew out of his fingertips and burrowed into the body of a deacon.

The deacon was covered from head to toe with a layer of gold.

It's the same as the high priest's immortal possession.

The golden immortal soldier slowly floated off the ground, stepped on the void, and rushed towards Yun Mo, on the way to run, the golden immortal soldier grabbed the void, and a golden spear appeared in his hand, stabbing at Yun Mo's eyebrows.

Yun Mo tilted his head slightly, let go of the golden spear, and smashed a fist at the golden immortal soldier, the fist entered from his chest, and leaked out from his back, and there was no unreasonable scarlet blood on his hand, but it was covered with a faint layer of golden liquid.

The golden immortal soldier crooked his neck and died, and the gold on the surface of his body quickly dissipated, leaving behind a corpse as dry and black as charcoal.

As soon as the first golden immortal soldier died, two more golden immortal soldiers followed.

One with a sword, the other with a sword.

Yun Mo withdrew his fist, picked up the golden spear on his shoulder, held the tail of the spear with his right hand, and slapped the spear with his left hand, and the golden spear circled his body, drawing a huge arc, blocking his waist and crashing into the two golden immortal soldiers.

The golden immortal soldier on the right suddenly pulled out his sword and blocked the golden spear with the blade, but the spear was too powerful, and he could only delay the spear for a minute.

And with this hard-won moment, the golden immortal soldier on the left suddenly accelerated, and stabbed at Yun Mo's throat with a sword.

Yun Mo snorted coldly, grabbed the sword body between the two fingers of his left hand, and pulled it back violently, pulling the sword and the golden immortal soldier together. Yun Mo slammed into his knees, and the immortal soldier suddenly bowed into a boiled sea shrimp, and the golden color on the surface of his body instantly dissipated.

The other golden immortal soldier did not show the slightest emotion about the death of his companion, taking advantage of the reduced pressure of the golden spear, he suddenly exerted force under his feet, holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and holding the back of the knife with his left hand, pushing the war knife along the body of the spear to Yun Mo's body.

Either lay down the spear or cut off your hand!

These were the two choices that this immortal soldier left for Yun Mo.

Yun Mo remained silent, and regardless of the sharp blade, he smashed it with a punch.

The golden sword shattered inch by inch, and the owner of the sword flew out like a cannonball, and before it landed, the golden light on his body disappeared.

The third wave, a total of four golden immortal soldiers, arrived in an instant.

The first golden immortal soldier swung his huge long knife and cut off the charred-like corpse of the immortal soldier who had crashed into him.

Four golden immortal soldiers came to Yun Mo at the same time.

Yun Mo snorted softly, and his right hand suddenly exerted force, throwing the golden spear in his hand violently.

The golden spear slammed into the immortal soldier in the middle, passing directly through the body, the spear was castrated, and the entire body of the spear was submerged into the stone wall of the altar.

Hundreds of deacons and elders had chills in their hearts.

An immortal soldier took the lead in running in front of Yun Mo, brandishing a horse chopping knife and slashing at Yun Mo's shoulder, Yun Mo ignored this terrifying horse chopping knife at all, did not retreat, and smashed into the golden immortal soldier with a punch.

The latter's head burst like a ripe watermelon.

The knife slashed at Yun Mo's shoulder, but the sharp knife did not enter the flesh, and the horse chopping knife that could blow hair, break hair, and cut iron like mud only left a slight concave mark on Yun Mo's shoulder, and if you look closely, the blade did not touch Yun Mo's skin at all!

Haoyang Demon Body Five Heavens, Demon Armor Protector!

A faint ripple appeared on the surface of Yun Mo's body.

It was a thin layer of magic armor that was invisible to the naked eye.

Yun Mo slapped his palm on the top of the fourth immortal soldier's head, and the immortal soldier fell into the ground.

The fourth wave of a total of eight immortal soldiers followed.

"It's endless!" Yun Mo snorted coldly and shouted, "The sword is coming!"

As soon as these two words came out, hundreds of flying swords quietly came out of their sheaths in the sky above the square, and no matter how hard the owner of the flying sword tried, they could not be recovered.

These powerful cultivators from all over the Demon Domain watched in amazement as their swords flew towards Yun Mo.

Hearing Yun Mo say the word "sword", Ah Zhe and Liu Laoliu laughed at the same time, and Zang Feng and the nameless new sword suddenly came out of the sheath.

The entire Heavenly Demon Peak, whether it was those demon cultivators who came to see the excitement, or those subordinate guards brought by the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, or even the disciples of the Demon King Palace, as long as they were sword cultivators, they all had to watch their swords fly in the same direction uncontrollably.

A demon cultivator powerhouse who followed all the way from the Wuji Demon Palace muttered: "This surnamed Yun, who borrowed the sword politely before, didn't even bother to say it this time, this is obviously robbing!"

The powerhouse, who could vaguely see the threshold of the Spirit Void Realm, shook his head, then smiled slightly and sighed, "Although it is rude, it is indeed very domineering!"

Five hundred and eighty-six swords flew in front of Yun Mo and formed a sword formation.

In the army, whether it is a soldier or a general, when they are subjected to dense sword and crossbow fire, they cannot find a shelter and will surely die.

In the same way, when a cultivator is faced with a dense number of flying swords, it is also common for his scalp to be numb, unless he has a strong escape ability, or his own strength is enough to resist these flying swords, it is difficult to survive.

When this wave of golden immortal soldiers, whose number had increased exponentially, was faced with so many flying swords, it was also difficult to parry.

No matter how desperately they charged, it was difficult to cross the sword formation.

When they saw that more than two hundred deacons and elders were transformed into immortal soldiers, launched an attack on Yun Mo's sword array, and then died, the remaining deacons and elders finally began to flee in all directions in desperation.

They are not the three thousand armor soldiers, they have no family in the hands of Hong Zhan, so they dare to escape, and they have the ability to escape.

You Hong Zhan can't beat the one surnamed Yun, why do you take us people to die for nothing?!

And as long as Hong Zhan dies, this Demon King's Palace will completely collapse.

Sitting on a rock, with his hands under his legs and his little feet dangling back and forth, Azul watched the deacons and elders in splendid clothes flee in a hurry, and said, "The tree has not fallen, but the monkey has scattered first." ”

The high priest sat next to Azul regardless of his identity, and said softly: "Since ancient times, people's hearts are the most unpredictable, don't look at these people talking about the Demon King's Palace every day, but their loyalty to the Demon King's Palace, they are not as good as the three thousand armor soldiers who died. ”

Azul was silent, and the old man smiled, not knowing whether he was laughing too hard or for some other reason, so he couldn't help coughing. Azul placed his small hand on the high priest's back and patted it gently.

The old man, who was loved and admired by millions of people in the Demon Domain, breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed Azule's little head with great pity, and said softly: "Disciple, the master doesn't blame you for lying, because everyone has their own secrets. But you have to remember that if you can find a friend who is really worthy of friendship in the future, try to talk about it and treat people with sincerity, so that you can be treated with sincerity by others. ”

Azule was slightly stunned, and then nodded obediently.

The old man put down his hand and looked at the huge statue of the god on the altar of the Demon King's Palace, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In front of the altar, Hong Zhan's two hundred and ninety-one golden immortal soldiers were all killed.

Yun Mo came to the bottom of the altar, and there were three hundred and eighty-eight flying swords in front of him. >