The area around the Lock Demon Tower was immediately covered by deafening screams. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The corpses of various demons, in front of the Lock Demon Tower. It was piled up into a small mountain of corpses, and the mountains of corpses were layered on top of each other. Sticky blood flowed from top to bottom, like a waterfall.

Chaoyang, who had just shown his face, didn't seem to be able to bear to see this tragic scene. Silently hiding in the thick clouds, the sky suddenly became dark.

A huge dark cloud floated right above the Lock Demon Tower. In the light of the sun, a huge shadow is cast.

In the shadows, a hill of corpses piled up is constantly superimposing. The hideous heads kept rolling down from the top of the hill.

I don't know how long all this lasted. When the rising sunlight finally stopped so dazzling, the screams that had been echoing endlessly finally faded away.

Like a tower gate washed in blood, it still stands there quietly. The pitch-black doorway gives people a heavy oppression.

Scarlet blood flowed slowly out of the Demon Lock Tower like a small river. It is conceivable that the demons who die in the lock demon tower will definitely not be less than those outside the tower.

Looking at the severed limbs and wreckage all over the ground, many Shushan disciples were pale. Although they usually kill demons and subdue demons, where have they experienced such a bloody scene.

The surroundings of the Lock Demon Tower are eerily quiet. I could only hear occasionally, and there was the sound of a few Shushan disciples vomiting.

In the lock demon tower, there are still demons left. There was an unconcealable horror in their eyes, the tower gate that they longed for incomparably.

At this time, in their eyes, it is no longer an exit full of hope, but an abyss full of despair. All the demons looked at the tower gate with a dull gaze.

Hundreds of demons, not one of them dared to take a step forward.

Some of the tower gate exits, which had become dark, gradually became quieter. Those dazzling sword lights that were densely covered gradually disappeared.

At the gate of the tower, only a slight breeze could be heard, with a smell of blood, wafting wantonly in the lock demon tower.

The strong smell of blood made the surrounding atmosphere extremely oppressive. That oppressive feeling is like a sword hanging around the neck. People don't dare to breathe hard at all.

Whether it was inside the Lock Demon Tower or outside the Lock Demon Tower, they all fell into an eerie silence for a while. The people on both sides stared at the Lock Demon Tower tightly, as if they were waiting for something.

Just when the atmosphere became more and more silent, close to suffocation. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps that seemed a little hollow sounded from inside the Lock Demon Tower.

The footsteps were clear and loud, and it was obvious that it was just a person.

Several Shushan disciples took a few steps forward, and the long swords in their hands pointed directly at the tower gate. Snow-white sword light lit up from their hands.

Since the other party is just one person, they naturally don't need everyone to do it. The footsteps rang for a long time, and it was clearly audible that they were getting closer.

But they kept looking at the tower gate, but no one came out.

Just when they feel confused. There was another voice, slowly wafting out of the tower, and it was a very soft bell.

The bell seemed to have blended in with the breeze, albeit suddenly. But it gives people an extremely natural feeling.

It's as if the bell should have been ringing right now.

"Everyone, be careful, it's just this bell."

A Shushan disciple who had been hit by this bell illusion before, heard that this was the ringtone that had caused them to fall into the illusion before.

Hearing the disciple's reminder, everyone couldn't help but be alert. However, what made them feel a little helpless was that their spiritual power couldn't stop the bell at all.

Even if they block their hearing, the ringing will still slowly enter their heads from the pores around them. For a while, more than a dozen Shushan disciples fell into an illusion.

That's just at this time. A man shrouded in a black cloak slowly walked out of the Lock Demon Tower.

"Humans?"

Ziyun said with some doubts, as if she didn't understand. Why would a human enter the Demon Tower, steal the Sword of the Dead, and let those demons go?

Faced with Ziyun's doubts, Tianli did not make any answer. Tianli is just constantly looking for a chance to escape.

Although he took the Sword of the Dead, he did not want to be revealed.

Tianli held the Sword of the Dead in his hand and coldly glanced at everyone around him. At this moment, all the people here are his enemies.

The Dream Bell was still gently shaking in Tianli's hand, making a bewildering sound. There were no superfluous words, almost at the moment when Tianli appeared.

Several Shushan disciples had already rushed towards Tianli. It can be seen that these Shushan disciples have very rich combat experience.

Several Shushan disciples formed a sword formation, faintly encircling Tianli in it.

Tianli holds the Sword of the Dead in one hand and the Dream Bell in the other. The attacks of those Shushan disciples seemed to him to be nothing more than that.

The skull on the Sword of the Dead let out a terrible scream. The condensed sword qi of those Shushan disciples was faintly shaken and a little scattered.

Just when the hearts of those Shushan disciples were impacted, the blood on Tianli's body flashed, and he was already in front of those Shushan disciples.

The Sword of the Dead, drawing an icy chill in the air. The long swords in the hands of those Shushan disciples came out one after another.

After all, he was a former fellow disciple, and Tianli still couldn't kill him no matter what. Although Tianli didn't hurt their hearts, after all, Tianli's current cultivation was much higher than those Shushan disciples.

Although Tianli tried his best to control the power, he only shot down the long swords in the hands of those Shushan disciples. But still, those Shushan disciples were not lightly injured.

Looking at Tianli's action of pulling out the sword, Qing Yu blinked his eyes slightly. He didn't make a move, but from the moment Tianli appeared, he had been paying attention to Tianli's movements.

For some reason, he always had a feeling. The man in front of him in a black cloak always gave him a familiar feeling.

Those Shushan disciples were defeated, and the long swords in their hands were knocked away one after another. As the battle became more and more intense, Tianli gradually became somewhat affected by the bloody qi.

Tianli made a move, and no longer had the same reservations as before. A Shushan disciple fell directly to the ground and fell unconscious under Tianli's palm.

The four elders of Ziyun, Tianyang, Yujing, and Taiyun finally couldn't look at it anymore. Four long swords of various colors appeared in the hands of the four of them.

Looking at Ziyun, Tianyang, Yujing, Taiyun, and the long swords in the hands of the four. Tianli was a little stunned, he had been in Shushan for so long, except for looking at Tianyang's sword five years ago.

I have never seen what the swords of the three elders of Ziyun, Yujing, and Taiyun look like.