At this time, the power of the ghosts and gods had completely deprived the purple-robed young man of his thoughts and consciousness, and also occupied this scarred body.

And this purple-robed young man has also become a slave of ghosts and gods, and there is nothing else but killing.

Sawyer looked at the blood shadow slowly walking towards him, who was like a murderous god of death.

Sawyer wanted to resist, but that sword did seriously hurt him, so he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Sawyer let out a low howl of pain, which made Carl and the others dazed.

Only Sawyer knew what kind of pain he was experiencing, the sword mark on his back, as if it had been torn, it made him unable to breathe, and he even wanted to cut off the piece of flesh on his back to numb his nerves.

The faint purple mist that was originally attached to the sword marks actually merged into Sawyer's flesh and blood, and this purple mist that melted into the flesh and blood tissue seemed to turn into thousands of spikes, bursting from the inside out, which made Sawyer extremely painful.

Then, his left arm, as if baked in endless flames, burned with great heat.

At this moment, he knew that the purple-robed youth's sword attached to the purple mist had resonated with the power of his own ghosts and gods.

This is a scene he doesn't want to see, once the power of the ghost god is induced, then he will definitely be manipulated by the power of the ghost god, then, even if he can defeat the purple-robed youth, his teammates will inevitably be implicated.

In view of this, he had to try to suppress the power of the ghosts and gods, and he had to suppress the power of the ghosts and gods, otherwise, he would become the same as the purple-robed young man, whether he was friend or foe, he would kill them all, but if he was a living body, he would not escape death.

He barely stood up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and his bloodshot eyes were closed.

His teammates, seeing this strange scene, were dumbfounded, they all didn't know what the hell Sawyer was doing, you know, the purple-robed young man was about to walk in front of him!

Sawyer naturally knew that death was looming over him step by step, but he would rather let the purple-robed youth kill than be controlled by the power of the ghosts and gods.

Because, once he is controlled by the power of ghosts and gods, then, no matter how strong his mind is and how strong his will is, he will not be able to find himself, and letting him slash his teammates is obviously more painful than his death.

The circle of turquoise on the iron hoop on Sawyer's left arm emitted an extremely dazzling light at this time, full of purifying aura, and in an instant, the light turned into stars and scattered on his left arm, helping him suppress the power of the ghosts and gods.

This made Sawyer feel a little cool, but the hot sweat on his forehead still did not decrease, because his body was being turned over at this time.

The two forces, each occupying one side, eroded each other, like two beasts of the wilderness, colliding and biting each other, wanting to devour each other, but neither of them would show weakness.

One of them is naturally spiritual power, and the other is the power of ghosts and gods, and the aura emitted by the two forces is completely different, one is bright and righteous, and the other is dark and clear.

With the passage of time, the power of the ghost and god gradually gained the upper hand, like a giant python carrying billowing black gas, spitting out a terrifying snake letter, opening its bloody mouth, and frantically devouring the weak spiritual beast.

This made Sawa break out in a cold sweat, his brows were tightly locked, and every nerve was in a state of high tension.

Once the last line of spiritual defense is broken, then the power of the ghost will become dominant, thus controlling his mind, and thus his body, and the situation will become out of control.

Now, all Sawyer can do is to draw all the power that his whole body can use to jointly suppress the power of rampant ghosts and gods.

Fortunately, Sawyer has a good nature and does not have the slightest evil thoughts, coupled with the hundreds of days of extremely cold cultivation in the Rees Mountains, his willpower and endurance have been greatly improved, so he will not be easily controlled by the power of ghosts and gods.

But if he has the slightest desire to use the power of ghosts and gods, then his fate will definitely be no different from that purple-robed young man.

The purple-robed young man wanted to kill Sawa too much, and it was precisely because of this thought that the former was instantly controlled by the power of the ghosts and gods, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting.

Sawyer withstood death and fought silently against the power of the ghosts and gods, although silent, but cruel, the heavy pressure like a mountain directly crushed Sawyer.

It can be said that the lives of his teammates are all in his hands, in case he is negligent and is exploited by the power of ghosts and gods, then he is tantamount to pushing his teammates into the abyss, which is the real cruelty.

At this moment, that blood shadow was only one step away from Sawyer, and the god of death was only one step away from the latter.

At this moment, Karl rushed over, the strength of his limbs had been restored, although he did not know what Sawyer was doing, but he had an obligation to protect the latter, because, they were called fellow travelers, and they were an inseparable whole.

The sharp blade on Karl's stick, the cold light bloomed, and the majestic spiritual power gathered, and he directly stepped into the air and stabbed towards the back of the purple-robed youth.

However, the purple-robed young man seemed to have been on guard, and the dark purple short sword in his hand stabbed backwards with his backhand.

As long as Carl stabs the purple-robed youth, the purple-robed youth will also stab Carl.

Carl is not a stupid person, he will definitely not do such a loss-making business, the strength of the purple-robed young man must be much stronger than him, this way of exchanging injuries for injuries, he will definitely not do it, so he swung his arm down, and the stick and the short sword suddenly touched.

A powerful storm of spiritual power raged and directly shook Carl dozens of meters away.

The purple-robed youth was originally a fifth-order, while Carl was only a fourth-order, and there was no comparison between the two, not to mention, the former was still in a state controlled by the power of ghosts and gods, and his strength was even more fierce.

If Carl had been hit by the blow of the purple-robed youth, the result would have been predictable.

The purple-robed young man's face was completely covered in blood, and he didn't seem to have the slightest emotion, but under the layer of blood on his face, he was already expressionless, like a puppet.

Instead of chasing Karl, he took a step forward, and this step brought Sawyer's death closer.

He raised his short sword, his expressionless face, at this time, he actually raised a cruel smile, killing, is his happiest thing.

Death was imminent, but Sawyer still didn't move, and from his sweaty forehead and his tightly knit brow, it was clear that he was under tremendous pressure, as if he was fighting against something unknown.

For the first time, Karl looked desperate, and he tried his best to catch up, but he could never keep up with the speed at which the sword fell, and could only watch in amazement.

And at this moment, a bullet, a magic star bullet, flew towards Sawyer from not far away.

The two attacks, one after the other, landed on the short sword of the purple-robed young man, successfully preventing the fall of this sword.

Seeing this, Carleton let out a long breath and hurried over.

Then, Yaslan and Fanny appeared in front of the purple-robed young man, and after recovering for so long, they finally had the strength to fight.

Immediately after, Carl also rushed over, and in an instant, there were three people standing in front of the purple-robed young man.

In the face of the powerful purple-robed youth, they did not flinch, but raised their heads high, with a fearless momentum, which was close to the hearts of the people