Yin Wuxian's figure was fluttering, and the black demonic qi all over his body was displayed, and he slapped Yang Zhuo with a palm, Yang Zhuo snorted lightly, and the long sword suddenly reversed, and another sword light flashed, with a violent roar, and came quickly.

Yang Zhuo knew that Ren Tong should be careless, Yin Wuxian was indeed powerful, but Ren Tong could not be defeated so quickly, so he was cautious and did not let Yin Wuxian drill any loopholes.

As if he saw Yang Zhuo's intentions, Yin Wuxian sneered, and the thick aura surged out with an inky black aura.

Yang Zhuo resisted vigorously.

At this moment, the sound of breaking the wind directly came into the ears of all the people, and the eyes of the Great Elder, who was originally fighting, lit up, and when he saw the person who came, he was happy in his heart, their people were finally here!

This wolf bone is so tough!

Not only because of his thick body, but also because of that fluttering figure, which made the Great Elder a little impatient, this was the first time he felt a tricky opponent besides facing Ye Tianli.

The wolf bone is an evil spirit body, and it has a defense that cannot be broken by the human aura, so it is natural to be able to use so many tricks in the hands of such a powerful Great Elder, and it even makes the Great Elder suffer.

"Kill!" There were nearly 100 temple disciples who came, and they came after receiving the news from the Great Elder, because they were in a hurry, they were already considered to be a relatively large number of elite disciples, and they seemed to be all disciples of fire attribute aura.

At this moment, the temple, which was gradually at a disadvantage, instantly gained the upper hand, and under the attack of the fire attribute aura in the square, thousands of evil spirits and phantoms continued to wail, and even their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced at this moment.

The evil spirit phantom is very powerful, if it is against the same level or even the strong person of the spiritual realm, there is no special restraint, it will definitely suffer, but with the aura of the fire attribute, even if it is a person below the realm of spiritual consciousness, it can make an evil spirit and phantom spirit of the realm of spiritual consciousness hold their heads and run away.

"Roar!" With a roar, the mask of wolf bones and white fangs was extremely gloomy, and those originally restless evil spirits and phantoms suddenly quieted down, as if they knew what to do, the evil spirits and phantoms were fluctuating, and they were far away from the battlefield in an instant, for such a situation, a long distance is the most beneficial for them!

The Great Elder squinted slightly, he really underestimated the Evil Spirit Valley before, it seems that if he wants to completely destroy the Blood Moon Cliff, he has to wait until the hall master fully recovers!

Suddenly, the battle began, and it was still a yin wind roaring and a cold burst.

Yin Wuxian slapped Yang Zhuo's attack, and then fell lightly, looking at Yang Zhuo and said, "It's really troublesome!" ”

When the words fell, black demonic qi suddenly condensed on Yin Wuxian's palm, Yang Zhuo's eyes were frightened, and his body retreated rapidly, he knew that this black demonic qi was powerful, so he definitely didn't dare to be careless.

Yang Zhuo shook the things in his hand, only to hear a "bang" explosion, and a dazzling light exploded a white mushroom cloud above the Evil Spirit Valley with the momentum of ten thousand pounds.

At the same time, the black demonic aura in Yin Wuxian's palm was gradually eliminated.

"I'm really scared of death!" Yin Wuxian snorted coldly, and the whole person was also taken a few steps back by the movement that Yang Zhuo had just made, and with a muffled snort, he was actually injured.

And Yang Zhuo was not much better, the powerful aura fluctuating attack made his internal organs tremble.

He knew that if he didn't fight again, he might become like Ren Tong, so he used the spirit bead, which was a kind of secret weapon-level thing condensed by the supreme powerhouse of the realm of spiritual consciousness, and when it was killed, it was a blow from the supreme powerhouse of the realm of spiritual sense, and it was also the essence of the momentum, so even if Yin Wuxian rebelled against the sky, he couldn't escape, so he thought that Ren Tong was careless at that time.

Yin Wuxian sneered, he just made a casual move, Yang Zhuo just used the life-saving card, it seems that it is indeed tight to his life baby!

Yang Zhuo retreated sharply at this moment, regardless of the injuries on his body, and suddenly hid in the crowd of fighters.

Yin Wuxian watched coldly, his aura fluctuated, and a dazzling light came down, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies, and all those Temple disciples in the battle were killed.

"He's a demon!" Among all the Templar disciples, there was such an idea.

That's bloodlust from hell, killing without mercy!

Some of those disciples in the temple were not in the realm of spiritual knowledge, and in Yin Wuxian's hands, it was as simple as cutting tofu, and the Great Elder's eyes burst, wanting to stop Yin Wuxian, but there was always a wolf bone stumbling over him, making him unable to advance or retreat!

At that moment, Yin Wuxian was like a grim reaper who harvested people's souls, ruthless!

Those evil spirits and phantoms also slowed down their attacks, and they all watched the one person fighting in that battle, and it seemed that they had only seen that the young master was such a person!

The disciples of the temple were so frightened in their hearts that they could not explain the shock in their hearts.

"Boom, boom!" As if he was venting, the powerful aura fluctuations swept away like water waves, directly flattening the mountain in the distance, just turning around, Yin Wuxian's figure was already on the peak not far away.

Looking coldly at the dead and injured Temple disciples below, Yin Wuxian was indifferent, and his cyan ghost face was also shining with cold light.

Suddenly, Yin Wuxian raised his head and saw the man in ink on the opposite mountain peak, with ink clothes and black hair, and Ling Tian's momentum, which seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth.

The Great Elder's eyes froze, how could Ye Tianli come here?

Could it be that Ling Tian Ye Pavilion also got the news?

It's impossible, the breath of the demon race, including the wand of the Eight Desolations, can only be felt by the Divine Yang Ding, the Divine Yang Ding, the Divine Artifact of the Solstice Sun, why did Ye Tianli come here?

"There are really a lot of distinguished guests today, this is the pavilion master of Ling Tianye Pavilion, right?" After a long pause, Yin Wuxian slowly spoke, his voice quiet.

"It's the deity!" Ye Tianli's arrogant and lazy voice came, and the rapid arrival all the way did not affect his breath in the slightest.

"Is the Night Pavilion Lord meddling?"

"The deity doesn't like to meddle the most, and the life or death of the temple has nothing to do with the deity!"

"So, why did the Night Pavilion Lord come to the Valley of the Evil Spirits? If the Lord of the Night Pavilion doesn't come, the Great Elder of the Temple and the two Holy Envoys will die without knowing it, it doesn't seem to be any harm to the Ling Tian Night Pavilion, right? ”

"That's true, but what the deity prefers to do is to do good things for bad people!" Ye Tianli smiled evilly, looked at the Great Elder who was still fighting with the wolf bones and said, "Great Elder, do you want the deity to come to the rescue?" ”

"......" The Great Elder's heart was tumbling with blood and qi, how could he let Ye Tianli come to the rescue? The temple was already at odds with Ling Tian Ye Pavilion, it used to be secret, but now it is on the surface, publicly, even if he wants Ye Tianli to make a move, but Ye Tianli said this, if he lets Ye Tianli make a move, wouldn't he feel like he is begging Ye Tianli?