And the seal itself was like a black hole full of infinite suction, causing the void within a radius of hundreds of miles to shatter and distort, and the seal collapsed one after another, and even the sky suddenly became dark.

Those monks who were originally scattered and fled after the death of the Mai man seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, unable to move an inch, and the monks below the realm of the Demon Ancestor. He couldn't even move, and he was confined in the air.

"Eight Desolation Blood Seals!"

The female muttered, and suddenly her figure flew high, flying backwards like a light smoke, and her eyes were shocked, as if she knew the strength of this seal, and was terrified of it.

The rolling blood flames that flew out of the seal collided with the dazzling white light, and in the sound of cheering, the white light collapsed without a trace. The figure of a young man in white was revealed, a faint color aura swirled around his body, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face. The jet-black pupils were as bright as stars, and they were the disciples of the Wuwei Sect who pretended to be Xing Wudao.

Seeing that the seal was about to smash on the top of the head of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect, the empty palm of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect was raised. Unhurriedly, he punched at the seal.

The terrifying coercion carried in the seal seemed to have no effect on the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

And that little fist struck on the mountain-sized seal. But it was announced that there was a loud sound like a symphony of gold and iron.

The seal rolled and soared into the sky, but the figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy flew towards the ground like a meteor. Seeing that he was about to crash into the depths of the ground, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy kicked each other with the soles of their feet, and their figures shook and flew high again.

This time, the disciple of Wuwei Sect did not turn around and flee, but went straight to the Mai man, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into blue light, and with a wave of his arm, in the sound of a dragon's sword, a blue sword shadow broke through the air, and went straight to the Mai man who rushed over like a teleportation and slashed his head.

The Mai man's face changed greatly, he didn't expect that someone would actually use a small fist to knock away a fairy treasure, and he didn't expect that the disciple of Wuwei Sect was not running away, but tempting himself to pounce.

The Eight Desolations Blood Seal smashed down on his head, and even he didn't dare to block it with his fists, and the bone-eroding flesh flame in the Blood Seal only needed to be contaminated with the monk's body, it must be covered with scaly wounds, and even the bones would turn into a pool of blood, but this blood flame fell on the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, but the bottom corroded the thin layer of color aura around the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

Judging from the spiritual pressure of the long sword in the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, it is obviously also an immortal treasure, and the sword shadow has not yet arrived, and the monstrous killing machine has now hit his body first, making his spine chill and his heart beating wildly.

Even if he was an ancient war bear clan and his law body was arrogant, he didn't dare to block the direct slash of the fairy sword.

The figure of the forward rush suddenly stopped in the air, his heart moved at will, the black light flashed in his hand, and there was an extra snake spear with black magic patterns on the body of the gun, and his wrist shook slightly, and he picked up a gun flower as small as an acre, and stabbed the past with a shot.

In the loud sound that resounded in the sky, the sword shadow and the gun shadow collapsed together, and a large cloud of blue and black light and shadow exploded in the air, and the figure of the man in sackcloth was thrown away by a huge force.

The disciples of the Wuwei Sect followed like a shadow, and the long sword in his hand was raised, and another sword slashed.

The fierce sword intent rushed to his face, and the man in Mai had to raise his gun to meet him.

As soon as the sword shadow was shattered, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect had already arrived in front of him, holding the sword in both hands, and slashing it down with a sword in front of him.

The man in sackcloth raised his spear and crossed it in front of him.

"Bell!"

With the loud sound of gold and iron resonating, the people retreated thousands of feet away.

The right arm of the man in sackcloth with a gun was numb, and he shouted loudly: "Who are you after all, why did you borrow Xing Wudao's body!"

"Death is on the verge of death, how can there be so much nonsense!"

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously.

The light and shadow in his hand flashed, the seven-star sword disappeared casually, and the other palm grabbed the void, and pulled out a long black rod that was a long black stick, and the faint color spirit patterns on the stick body shone uncertainly.

The figure flickered, and he was already a few feet away in front of the man in Mai, and with a wave of the long stick, he smashed it head-on.

The black magic spear in the hand of the man in sackcloth was undamaged under the slash of the seven-star sword, and it was obviously also an immortal treasure, and the disciple of the Wuwei Sect offered a black rod.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Several loud noises resounded in succession.

Just as the stick and gun collided together, the Mai man spurted a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the black magic gun flew out of his hand.

The disciples of the Wuwei Sect were pressing forward step by step, always fighting with him in close quarters, and the speed was unimaginably fast, and the Mai man urged the Eight Desolations Blood Seal several times to smash it, but they all flew into the air, leaving only a cloud of rolling blood flames on the edge of the sky.

In the distance, all the monks were stunned, even the female squirts' eyes widened.

They could never have imagined that the man in sackcloth, who had always been regarded as an undefeated god of war, would be so embarrassed by defeat!

Of course, except for the female leader, even the neighboring Demon Lord monks couldn't see the fight clearly, and could only see two clouds of light and shadow swaying in the air, and the man in sackcloth was retreating in defeat.

"Benjun fought with you, Blood Prison!"

suffered such a big loss in front of his subordinates, the sackcloth man's chest seemed to burst, his eyes were red, and he suddenly shouted angrily.

As soon as the words fell, a ball of rolling blood flames rose from the body, turning thousands of zhang of space into a sea of blood in the blink of an eye, and the Eight Desolation Blood Seals and the Black Demon Spear were full of spirituality and struck towards the disciples of the Wuwei Sect together.

"Bloodhell, I'll turn you into an ice hell!"

A touch of disdain appeared on the corner of the disciple of Wuwei Sect Academy, and with a wave of the black stick in his hand, with a "buzz" sound, two mountain-like stick shadows smashed on the Eight Desolation Blood Seals and the Black Demon Spear one after the other, and with a loud bang, the two treasures flew into the distance again.

At the same time, the tiger's body shook, and a ball of azure ice flames surged out of its body, gathered in the air, turned into a hundred-foot-long blue ice jiao, shook its head and threw itself into the sea of blood.

In the sound of sizzling, the rolling sea of blood actually condensed layers of frost rapidly, and it could no longer be dispersed towards Zhou Feifei.

This man originally wanted to use the power of the category to trap the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, but he didn't expect that in front of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, even the power of the category didn't seem to be so simple.

"Are you a dream?"

The disciple of Wuwei Sect suddenly asked in a cold voice, and his figure flickered, strangely across thousands of zhang intervals, and once again appeared not far in front of the man in Mai, and with a wave of the long stick in his hand, the mold swept away.

"What is it? What is it?"

The figure of the man in sackcloth suddenly rose to the sky, and when he was in danger, he escaped the attack of the stick shadow, with a wave of his big hand, the silver light flashed, and a small silver wheel spun and crashed into the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, rising against the wind, and turned into several zhang in an instant, and the cold light on the edge of the silver wheel shot and whined.

The void suddenly trembled, and the six spiritual powers in all directions rushed towards the silver wheel in unison.

This silver wheel is also a fairy treasure.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy to open the silver wheel, the man in Mai retreated back dozens of miles away like lightning, the blood flames around his body rolled, and the figure distorted and changed into a monster with a thousand feet tall bear head and a human body in the blood flames, and there were golden spirit patterns shining on the tower-like body, and the spiritual pressure in his body suddenly rose steadily.

The two bear paws stretched out, and the Eight Desolation Blood Seals and the Demon Spear fell into the palms of their palms in a flash.

The Pleiades announced a roar of resentment, and with a wave of bear's paws, the Eight Desolations Blood Seal turned into a cloud of dazzling blood and smashed towards the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

The figure flickered, and strode after the Eight Desolations Blood Seal and pounced on the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

After a while, the strength of the spiritual pressure revealed in the Eight Desolation Blood Seals was several times stronger than just now.

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect had just knocked the silver wheel away, and the Eight Desolation Blood Seals had already smashed over with a roar.

Holding the stick in both hands, he struck it with a stick, and in the loud sound that resounded through the sky, the eight-mangg-blooded seal flew back upside down, but the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy were also thrown thousands of feet away by a huge force, and their arms were faintly numb.

Rolling on the spot, he turned into a golden man with eight arms, and his whole body was covered with pieces of black and gold dragon scales, as if he was wearing a layer of dragon scale armor, majestic, and the long stick in his hand shook and shook, turning into a thousand feet long.

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At the same time, a cloud of black light flew out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small mountain-like unicorn phantom on the back, and the black scales on Zhou's body shone brightly, and his eyes were burning, announcing a thunderous roar at the giant bear that rushed forward.

A series of clear sound waves slammed into the giant bear head-on like angry waves.

The giant bear's brain was buzzing, his eyes were black, his understanding was vague, his steps couldn't help but slow down, and his mountain-like body shook for a while.

"Kirin roar!"

The female exclaimed, even though it was nearly a hundred miles away, and the roar was not aimed at her, the true qi in her body was also out of control and instantly jubilant, her brain was buzzing, and her limbs were sore.

Those monks in the realm of Demon Ancestors and Demon Venerables, after hearing this unicorn roar, their eyes turned dark, their understanding was completely lost, and they fell towards the ground.

The golden man with the first eight arms stepped forward, waved the giant stick in his hand, and smashed it head-on at the vague and precarious giant bear.

The shadow of the stick passed, the storm roared, and the void was distorted and shattered.

The giant bear naturally waved the black magic spear in his hand to meet the past.

"Bell!"

The black magic spear flew out of its hand, the black light flashed, and it crashed into the depths of the ground and disappeared, and the entire city was shaken by a group, and the bones of the giant bear's arms with the gun were shattered into pieces, and the mountain-like body was carried by a huge force, and it also flew to the ground, and with a "thunderclap", a huge pit was smashed on the ground.

The pain as if it was about to tear apart its body made the giant bear's consciousness instantly sober.

Seeing the long rod in the hand of the golden man wave,