Just when the cultivators were staring at this strange bottomless pit, it suddenly rained around, and the rain quickly increased, hitting the leaves and crackling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The rain sends the dusk flowers and falls..."

It is easy to fall, but it is not only flowers, but also large leaves of trees, with a biting cold wind blowing, the surrounding trees swaying, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

A hint of ominous feeling suddenly appeared in the hearts of the Wu clan clones, and the cultivators suddenly raised their heads, and at this time, a strange cry was already echoing in the air:

"Quack, Quack~Boom~Boom~, you are not slow to run, and when you come here, you are asking for your own death! Today, it's time for you to die!! ”

The voice fell, and the figure immediately fell, "飕~飕~飕~飕~" Nearly a hundred black shadows fell from the surrounding ancient trees in an instant. The fierce wind swept away many leaves and branches.

It was obviously the soul riders who came, with nearly a hundred people, surrounding the cultivators in the middle from three directions, but there was no one standing in the dark bottomless pit.

The hundred soul riders were all dressed in black power suits, wearing bronze masks and only two eyes exposed. Led by two middle-aged people, who had cultivated to at least the fivefold realm of the Ghost King.

And among the hundred soul masters, the lowest cultivation is also the double cultivation of the ghost king, and it seems that here, he vows to wipe out all the cultivators here.

"It's really fast..."

The Wu clan clone muttered a sentence in his mouth, and with solemn eyes, he looked at the soul master beside him, and at this time, all the cultivators had habitually stood back to back, standing together.

The cultivators also formed a circle, facing outward, face to face with the soul masters, and suddenly the atmosphere was solemn, and the two sides were tense.

The soul masters are all well-trained, and after quickly surrounding the cultivators in the middle, they don't talk to each other and shoot directly.

A fierce murderous aura instantly permeated the surroundings, and the monks standing on the outermost level suddenly fell several.

The two soul riders at the head, one holding a black umbrella, and the other wielding two giant axes with both hands, one light and treacherous, and the other powerful axe.

After the sudden loss of several comrades-in-arms, there was a trace of panic among the cultivators, and the Wu clan clone was using all his strength to perform the Brahma Heart Sutra while commanding everyone to stabilize their position.

A large amount of wish power immediately rippled in the space, and the figures of all the soul masters appeared slightly frustrated, and a trace of surprise and confusion flashed in their expressions.

However, it was only a momentary change, and after a whistle from the two leaders, the soul riders woke up one after another, and once again rushed towards the cultivators.

The masked leader holding the umbrella raised his hand and struck, and the black umbrella floated above everyone's heads, and he pinched it with both hands, and the black umbrella instantly became larger, covering everyone under the umbrella.

A stream of air with a fishy smell instantly diffused around the bodies of the cultivators, and the eyes of the soul riders showed a fierce light, especially the axe-wielding ghost cultivator, who screamed strangely in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with bloody ferocity.

There is a difference in the number of people between the two sides, the number of soul masters is less than that of the cultivators, but the gap in cultivation is a chasm.

In less than a hundred breaths, dozens of cultivators were killed and wounded, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and as a comrade-in-arms fell, the disadvantages of the cultivators became more and more obvious.

"Hahaha~桀桀桀~嗷嗷~"

After seeing the decline of the cultivators, the mouths of the soul masters screamed strangely, and their eyes flashed with a scarlet murderous light.

In such a close fight, the power of the Red Flame Wheel is difficult to exert, and the Wu clone can only rely on the blood blade, and the elves of the underworld at this time already seem to have no time to take care of themselves.

The eyes of several monks began to fall to the bottomless pit behind them, where there was no soul master, and that should be the entrance to the eleventh floor of Huangquan.

The Wu clone had a different idea, he didn't want to enter the bottomless pit unless he had to, for some reason, he always felt that it was full of greater danger.

"This gap may be something they deliberately left behind..."

The Wu clone's eyes flickered, and he always felt that things were a little strange in his heart, but at this time, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only try his best to support it.

"Hahaha, die!!"

"Destroy them, and go back is the first thing!"

In a strange scream, the encirclement had shrunk to less than a zhang, and the distance between the soul master and the cultivators was only a few dozen inches.

Some of the monks could not resist it, so they jumped into the bottomless pit, and suddenly disappeared, and when they saw someone jumping down, several monks followed suit.

"Don't !!"

The Wu clone burst into his mouth to stop it, but in front of the survival*, his cry seemed so small.

For a while, several more monks jumped into the bottomless pit one after another, and more than a dozen monks lingered on the edge of the bottomless pit, hesitating.

"Jumping off this bottomless pit may be a life of nine deaths..."

After seeing that the soul rider did not try to stop it, the witch clan became more assertive in his body and mind, this bottomless pit is impossible to jump...

However, if you jump, there may be a glimmer of hope for survival, if you don't jump, what should you do? Do you want to see the death of the soul master's men?

The Wu clone looked at the smiling faces of the soul riders, and then used the afterglow of his eyes to sweep his comrades who had already jumped in, or were about to jump into the bottomless pit.

While casting the Brahma Heart Sutra with all his might, he waved the blood blade, and with the other hand, he silently took out the Red Flame Wheel.

The moment his hand touched the Red Flame Wheel, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, maybe...

Before he had time to think about it, the Wu clone shouted at the elves of the underworld:

"Elves!"

While shouting, he raised the red flame wheel in his hand at the underworld elf, and the underworld elf suddenly raised his head and met the eyes of the witch clone.

In an instant, she understood something, and while nodding slightly, she raised her hand and sacrificed the crystal wheel in mid-air.

The Red Flame Wheel and the Crystal Wheel met in mid-air, and then at the same time emitted a dazzling essence, one red breathing fire, and the other verdant.

The Red Flame Wheel and the Bijing Wheel were instantly intertwined, end to end, and at the moment of melting together, they suddenly became smart.

They were like a red and green dragon, first they quickly circled around the cultivators, and the red and green flames on their bodies made the soul riders feel a sense of suffocation.

At this time, the few monks who had just wanted to jump out of the bottomless pit had already stopped, and while seeing this amazing scene, their confidence in humans and demons was instantly restored.

The dragon transformed by the Red Flame Wheel and the Crystal Wheel, after coiling a few times, swayed and hung above everyone's heads, closing and connecting into a circle.

A dazzling beam of light suddenly shot out from the center of the ring, enveloping all cultivators and all soul harnessers in a curtain of light.

At the same time, a loud Buddha horn sounded above everyone's heads:

"Amitabha"