At this moment, the three-colored flames were separated, the purple fire was square, the blue fire was extremely cold, and the remaining wisp was the glazed fairy fire, which was extremely weak and faint, but in an instant, it disappeared into the body of one of the demon powerhouses, turning it into nothingness.

The fall of their companions made the faces of several demons change, and they did not hesitate to detonate the magic weapons in their hands, so that they could get out of this place and avoid the erosion of spiritual fire with the power of temporary stay.

In the rumbling explosion, several magic weapons exploded at the same time, and the huge power generated rose up in a surging wave of qi, and the ripples and vibrations made the three-color spiritual fire pause, and several demons took advantage of the situation to use their methods to escape from the turbulent place.

At the same time, there was finally a gap around Lin Ruoli, and she took this opportunity to directly turn into a Kunpeng, spreading her wings and shooting towards the sky, seeing that these wings were about to disappear into the sky.

But at this moment, the Demon Saint Ancestor in a black robe appeared directly, the light in his eyes flickered, and when he just came, he had already vaguely seen the momentum of the Linglong Pagoda, and at this time he looked at Lin Ruoli who had turned into a Kunpeng, with an extremely excited look.

"Fellow Daoists, stay and don't leave!" the black-robed Saint Ancestor said directly, and his words were very polite.

Those embarrassed demon powerhouses suddenly increased their confidence when they saw the appearance of the black-robed Holy Ancestor, and some people cried directly to the black-robed Holy Ancestor: "This person has killed three people of our clan, Elder Holy Ancestor, he wants to make decisions for us!"

The black-robed Holy Ancestor suddenly appeared in front of him, which was the last thing Lin Ruoli wanted to encounter, just by competing with Gongsun Xiaoyi, Lin Ruoli had already made Lin Ruoli die, and now when he encountered this black-robed Holy Ancestor whose strength was stronger than Gongsun Xiaoyi, Lin Ruoli had no chance of winning at all.

Although he gasped in his heart, Lin Ruoli turned into a Kunpeng at this time, and he didn't care what the old man meant by saying this, the cultivation of his whole body exploded, and his wings spread out in an instant, and his speed was not as fast as that of the strong man in the life and death realm.

The black-robed Holy Ancestor smiled, seeing that Lin Ruoli didn't say a word at all, and fled when he met, he didn't have any sense of anger, and even what the demon cultivator said just now was that Lin Ruoli killed several powerhouses of his demon clan, and the black-robed Holy Ancestor didn't care at all.

Since the other party can cultivate the holy arts, it proves that he has the most excellent and pure royal bloodline, and it is too late for such a person to greet him! Mo said that he killed three demons in the Purple Mansion Realm, even if he was thirty.

With a smile on his face, the black-robed Saint Ancestor suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when it reappeared, it had already appeared thousands of feet away, just blocking Lin Ruoli's way.

The black-robed Holy Ancestor deliberately tested Lin Ruoli, and then leaned forward with one arm, and the monstrous demonic qi erupted from his body, enveloping an area of more than ten miles in an instant, and Lin Ruoli, who had turned into a Kunpeng, couldn't help but pause at a moment's speed.

"Is this his magic space?" Lin Ruoli not only secretly thought to himself, the powerhouses of the life and death realm were really not simple.

The thick demonic qi around it was still rolling into the distance, including Jun Mo and the others, who were also enveloped in it in an instant, and the surrounding scenery was only black demonic qi at this time, and nothing else.

This feeling is almost the same as being trapped in Gongsun Xiaoyi's yellow sand burial just now, and even the weird aura is stronger than the yellow sand burial, Lin Ruoli's face is a little pale, knowing that he may not be able to leave safely today, but he must not be arrested.