The sun was low and the wind was blowing.

It was as if the air pressure in the air had dropped a lot, and the bloody gas had become even thicker.

The wind rises. The wind blows coldly on people's bodies, causing a cool breeze to blow down people's backs, and the soles of their feet are even more cloudy, as if the wind is a life-threatening ghost from hell. It's like a sharp knife, constantly cutting through people's confidence and vitality.

Because they saw this scene next, it will be unforgettable for their lives.

Yun Meng's body was like a kite with a broken string, flying out more than 300 meters, and in mid-air, her blood sprayed out one mouthful, becoming a blood mist in the sky. With a "plop", her body fell heavily to the ground, smashing the ground into a five-meter-deep pit, rubble and dust, and the Seven Kills Array was self-defeating.

She arched her body, got up twice, and still didn't get up, Yun Meng's meridians were broken, and she completely became a waste, and she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide or blow herself up.

Her little face was blue, her back was facing the sky, she stared at the seven-colored demon pupils in despair, staring at a wisp of floating clouds in the sky, and she was in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.

"Who else is not convinced? Stand up!"

There was silence and pin drops could be heard.

The three disciples of the Transcendent Sect were all stunned by the scene in front of them, "That's a powerhouse in the late stage of the Ninth Order Great Demon King, that's a famous formation master of the Holy Sect, but what can it be? It's not that he was crippled in the blink of an eye, and life is better than death!"

"Is this the rhythm of God going to destroy them?!"

A sad emotion spread across the faces of the disciples of the Three Sects.

It was a kind of sad shock of the rabbit dying of the fox, and there was also a kind of desolation of the hero's end.

Once upon a time, they were all the proud sons of the three transcendent sects, and they were invincible in their respective sects, how could they want to be slaughtered like dogs in this place of trial, in this mysterious place, or it would be more accurate to be tortured and killed, when did they fight so much? When did they become so cowardly?

At that moment, all their pride, all their pride, all their conceit were shattered by the cruel reality, they looked at each other, lowered their heads one after another, looked at their noses, noses, mouths, mouths, and hearts, and were silent.

"Don't you trash, shouting that you're an elite? Aren't you boasting that you're the best? Aren't you paying attention to anyone? Why, are you so dumb?"

The bald head had a high chin, pointing with his fingers, and training the disciples of the three sects in front of him like a grandson.

"Descend, or die!"

An even more powerful coercion pressed towards these one hundred and fifty disciples of the Three Sects.

These disciples all bowed their heads and wilted their heads, as if they were mourning a concubine, can they really surrender? Can they really lose the bottom line of being human beings? Then how can they be worthy of the education of the sect? Even if they are beaten to death, they will never surrender! They would rather die standing than live on their knees! This is the bottom line in the hearts of most of them.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

After less than two breaths of silence, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Senior Brother He, you ......"

Yun Meng, who struggled to climb out of the pit, spoke sharply, but the pain in her body made her almost faint again.

"Shut up, you crazy bitch! you want to kill us all to be happy, don't you?!"

He Zhao raised his eyes, "What did the Holy Sect give us besides urging us to cultivate all day long? Don't say you don't know, what did they do for us to cultivate so hard? It's not to fight against that main organization, it's not that they want to use us as cannon fodder!"

He paused for a moment, "Don't be obsessed, let go of the glory and wealth instead of enjoying it, and have to go against the Lord's organization, what good will it do us? Who will rule the Xuan Demon Continent and what does it have to do with us little people?

After speaking, he walked up to the bald head without looking back, bowed down and saluted, "This lord, He Zhao, a disciple of the Holy Sect, is willing to surrender, with the head of the adult's horse, saddle before and after the horse, go to the soup and fire, and never give up!"

"Bang, Bang, Bang! Well said!" The bald head slapped his face, "The one who knows the times is Junjie, since this is the case, then you can do a good job, and you may become the elder of my Demon Hall in the future!"

"Master Xie cultivates!"

Yun Meng spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", "Soft bone thing!"

The bald head glanced at Yun Meng playfully, "Isn't it soft bones, you'll be able to taste it soon!hahaha!" He laughed lewdly three times.

With He Zhao taking the lead, soon more than thirty disciples of the Three Sects silently walked behind the bald head, and more than a dozen people were swaying and doing a fierce psychological struggle.

"Have your consciences been eaten by dogs? Have you forgotten your sect's kindness to your cultivation?

Yun Meng's voice was a little hoarse, but her hysterical advice still touched the dozen or so people, and eight of them raised their steps and put them down firmly.

And six more people silently walked behind the bald head.

The balance of confrontation tilted sharply, and in addition to the more than 100 disciples who died in the battle, and the more than 60 disciples who were injured and couldn't move, nearly 40 people surrendered, and there were less than 100 people left who could participate in the battle.

The first side of the anti-sightseeing, plus the surrender past, there were about 280 people, and the battle ratio was one to three, no matter what, it was impossible for the Holy Sect, the Emperor Sect, and the Qiankun Sect to win.

Tears of despair slid down Yun Meng's cheeks, and although the remaining hundred or so Three Sect disciples had resolute expressions, the shadow of defeat had been hanging over their heads, and they knew that this battle could not be good.

"Obsessed things, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door to vote for, let the master send you to hell on behalf of the demon temple and the lord today!"

"Brothers, destroy them for me!

With a clean wave of his hand, the disciples of those Demon Halls pounced on the disciples of the three sects like hungry wolves, and the smoke and dust rolled up were more than twenty zhang high.

"Stop! You are so arrogant, have you asked your master!"

Suddenly, there was a shout in the sky, and the black-green light flashed, and a thin and straight figure fell from the sky, blocking the way of those disciples of the Three Sects, blocking the way of those Demon Hall minions!

"Who?"

The muscles on the bald fat face twitched, and his right hand was raised high, and the disciple of the Demon Hall who was rushing forward to the peak stood in place as if he had been immobilized.

The smoke and dust swirled a few times, slowly dissipated, and finally turned into nothingness.

Mu Zifeng couldn't help but nod secretly, just with this hand, he could see the usual training level of the Demon Palace, which was really comparable to the army.

Compared to such a well-trained team, the overall quality of the disciples of the three transcendent sects is really not enough.

"Where did a human race come out of nowhere, and he dared to stop the footsteps of the Demon Palace?!"

After seeing Mu Zifeng's cultivation clearly, the bald man laughed playfully, "Just such a little cultivation, and dare to learn from the strong to do bad things to others, don't you feel that you look down on yourself too much!"

"Coax!"

The disciples of the Demon Hall couldn't help but laugh, this was the funniest story they had ever encountered since entering this mysterious space, right?!

"This kid isn't even a demon king, he can't fly in the sky, and he has to rely on flying swords to fly, which is a bit shabby, right?"

"His head must have been kicked by the demon beast, otherwise how could he go up the pole and die?!"

The disciples of the Demon Hall hated to have two mouths, and it was only fun to be sarcastic and sarcastic.

"Mu Zifeng, you are not their opponent, go quickly!"

Yun Meng spoke anxiously, at this moment she was lying on the ground with her hair scattered, blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth, the clothes on her body were almost invisible, and the flesh of the white flowers was full of wounds, turning over like a child's mouth, how embarrassed and embarrassed she was, if it weren't for the deflated chest that rose and fell from time to time, it proved that she was still alive and looked no different from a dead person.

"Are you Senior Sister Yunmeng?" a hint of anger flashed in Mu Zifeng's eyes, "Who beat you like this?"

"Don't ask, it's too late, you go!"

"You haven't agreed to be my Taoist companion yet, how can I go?"

"Why are you like this!" Yun Meng seemed to use her last bit of strength, "In the next life, if we meet again, I will definitely agree to be your Taoist companion!" Her voice became smaller and quieter, and she was about to run out of oil.

"Isn't this life good? Why wait for the next life?!"

With a wave of Mu Zifeng's hand, a pill flew over with a roar, and flew straight into Yun Meng's mouth, Yun Meng's body shook suddenly, the wounds on his body were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person also had a little strength.

"Mu Zifeng, I beg you, go quickly, you are not their opponent!"

"Let's go, where are you going?!" said with a smile on the bald head, "Since you have met the deity, you still want to go, dream of it!"

"This lord, you must not underestimate the enemy, this kid's formation cultivation is very high!"

He Zhao leaned in front of the bald head and said with a smile, in an extremely respectful state, like a pug.

"It's okay! The formation cultivation is the deity, and the deity can only hehe, looking at the Xuan Demon Continent, the formation mage who can make the deity look at it has not yet been born, if there are one or two, they are all grandchildren!" The bald head said very strong and domineering.

"He Zhao, you are a traitor, betraying your fellow disciples like this, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The cloaked Yun Meng is like a demon coming out of hell, and her voice is poignant and breathtaking.

"Thunderstruck? You stinky woman, can't you see that good people don't live long, and wicked people live for 10,000 years? People don't die for themselves!"

He Zhao's eyes looked at nothingness, "My greatest wish in this life is to be a wicked person, a big evil person!"

"What a stubborn thing!"

Mu Zifeng shook his head slightly.