Blood flowed down Bai Luo's arm. There is one more game, and if you win one more game, you can get out of the Shura field!

With a "bang", the iron door on the opposite side opened again.

The poison of the green snake Lao'er soaked into his heart, and Bai Luo's eyes would suddenly be pitch black even if he moved a finger.

The person who came to the iron gate opposite, Bai Luo only felt that he was standing upright, holding a pair of scimitars in his hand, what the man said, and where he took a step, she couldn't see it clearly at all.

A vague force came from his neck, and the man was skinny and strong. Bai Luo couldn't breathe, and his chest felt like a boulder had fallen. Bai Luo subconsciously bent his knee and struck the man heavily in the abdomen.

The man was in pain and threw Bai Luo out violently. With a "bang", Bai Luo fell to the ground, and the fishy sweetness in his throat surged up again, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his throat. Spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the pressure in Bai Luo's chest decreased slightly, and only then did he see the person standing in front of him clearly.

The man's cheeks were deeply sunken, and he looked a little familiar.

The man leaned over and looked at Bai Luo, his eyes were as if they had been quenched with poison: "The Prison Martial Divine Monarch also has today, so powerful and powerful!"

Bai Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, but he couldn't remember who this person was.

"Martial Guardian Divine Monarch doesn't remember me?"

Bai Luo stood up from the ground: "A chop, is it worthy of me to remember?"

The man kicked Bai Luo in the chest: "If you don't remember, I'll remind you." ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, another head suddenly appeared on his shoulder. "The God of Zhu Mei under the throne of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty, do you still remember!"

Bai Luo spat out the black blood in his mouth and said disdainfully: "A miscellaneous person who pretends to be a haunter of the land in the human world is embarrassed to call himself a god?

Bai Luo said that he would raise the knife and slash at Zhu Meishen.

Zhu Mei God, also known as Zhu Mei Soul, was originally just a member of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty, and the original form was a demon with two heads and one body, and a tiger hand. In the battle of Tianyuan, the god of Zhu Mei fled without a fight, and after the demon world was closed, the soul of Zhu Mei made trouble in the human world and claimed to be a god. The matter was reported to Kunlun, and Bai Luo went out of the Zhu Mei God pursued by Kunlun and re-sealed it into the demon world. This is thousands of years ago.

Zhu Meishen's two heads turned strangely, his four eyes stared at Bai Luo, he screamed, and saliva spurted out of his mouth: "The Prison Martial God Monarch is not as good as before!"

After that, Zhu Mei leaned over and attacked Bai Luo.

Bai Luo's body is heavily poisonous, how can his speed be compared to Zhu Mei God? Zhu Mei God came in an instant, and he hit Bai Luo and flew out with one palm. Bai Luo slashed an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, the big knife came out of his hand and landed a meter away from his side.

Bai Luo quickly got up and reached out to pick up the big knife. Before Bai Luo's fingers touched the hilt of the knife, she saw a black shadow flicker, and Zhu Meishen fell into the air and stepped on her chest.

The huge pressure seemed to crush Bai Luo's ribs. Bai Luo reached for the hilt of the knife in vain, and no matter how hard Bai Luo tried, he could not touch the hilt.

Zhu Meishen looked at Bai Luo, his eyes were full of crazy smiles, and hatred made Zhu Meishen raise a curve towards Bai Luo and said, "Martial Guardian Shenjun, I will use your head to sacrifice the sword today!"

Zhu Meishen raised his arms high, and the two scimitars hung high above Bai Luo's head like a gate knife.

Suddenly, only a loud noise was heard, and a dark red evil qi rushed towards the Vermilion Eyebrow God with a golden blade.

The arms of the Vermilion God were cut off in unison, and he fell to the ground with the scimitar.

The pain had just entered the nerves of the spinal cord along the gap in the severed arm, and before Zhu Meishen could even let out a scream, the two heads were cut off in unison.

Then a black soap boot kicked at the headless and armless body, kicking the mutilated body of Zhu Mei God out.

Bai Luo turned his head slightly, and saw that Zong Ye was wrapped in a dark red aura, and this dark red surged in his dark eyes, and the golden red lotus waning moon knife was slightly stained with blood, like a lotus flower blooming on the blade of the moon white.

Zong Ye's lips were white, and his face was as pale as frost. It seems that he forcibly broke through the cold and killed all the way out of the desolation.

Zong Ye watched Bai Luo's middle coat soaked in blood, his heart was like a knife, and his anger burned in his heart, almost wanting to make him lose his mind. The evil aura on his body became heavier and heavier, and from a distance it looked like he was burning in flames. He looked back at the people in the stands, the thousands of spectators, everyone here who wanted their lives.

In the end, Zong Ye's gaze fell on Yu Tong standing in the main stand. His cold gaze crossed the barb of the dark iron like a sharp arrow into Yu Tong's heart.

Yu Tong only saw Zong Ye's appearance clearly at this time, and stood up from the gilded chair with a shock.

Bai Luo was lying on the ground, saw Zong Ye's eyes that were almost bloody, and said softly: "There is no need to be like this. ”

Zong Ye's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hurriedly leaned down to look at Bai Luo: "What did the master say?"

Bai Luo said lightly: "I said it doesn't have to be like this. Everyone you see is just a person from a fantasy. Even if you kill them, you will only kill the illusion created in the illusion. No need to work in vain. ”

Zong Ye's heart trembled slightly, and the evil aura that he had just squeezed in his eyes finally faded by three points. He silently draped the moon-white robe on Bai Luo's body, and carefully picked Bai Luo up horizontally.

"Master, can I protect you?"

Bai Luo leaned on Zong Ye's shoulder, looked at Zong Ye's childish cheeks and smiled slightly: "Okay, the little apprentice has grown up." ”

Zong Ye hugged Bai Luo tightly, and when he saw Bai Luo gently falling into his arms, a trace of panic suddenly flashed in his heart.

"Master!" Zong Ye called softly.

Bai Luo frowned painfully, and his face moved a little closer to Zong Ye's chest.

It was determined that Bai Luo was only asleep. Zong Ye was finally relieved. He raised his head and glanced around the stands, and said coldly: "Who else dares to come and send him to death?"

Thousands of people in the stands gasped when they saw Zong Ye's appearance.

Yu Tong also bit her lip tightly and looked at Zong Ye hugging Bai Luo.

Behind the iron gate, a person wearing a black robe ran out in a panic, and saw Zong Ye kneeling down with a "bang": "Welcome to the Holy Venerable!"

The voice was loud and echoed in the silent Shura field.

Zong Ye frowned: "What did you say?"

When the thousands of people in the stands heard this, they seemed to be enlightened, and they knelt down towards Zong Ye one after another.

All of a sudden, thousands of people shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Venerable, welcome the Holy Venerable, welcome the Holy Venerable!"

The shout shook the mountains, and the ground of the Shura Field shook slightly.

A trace of unprecedented fear flashed in Zong Ye's heart. The thousands were still shouting, "Greetings to the Holy One!"

In the main stand, Yu Tong silently looked at Zong Ye for a long time. After a while, she put her hand on the hand of the maidservant beside her and knelt down in front of Zong Ye Yingying, and her lips opened lightly: "Welcome to the Holy Venerable." ”