Buzz!"

Zihua shines brightly, and the graceful purple light ripples into the void. Under the brilliance, Yang Li of the Ten Thousand Demon Gate stood proudly like a peerless demon, and the surroundings were full of awe.

There was silence in the mountain, and under the purple sword, Luo Hao was directly slashed into the mountain, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The martial artists around him were silent for a while, after all, the difference in strength between the two was too great.

One is suspected to be at the peak of the Blood Gathering Realm, and the other is only the seventh level of Qi Spirit, but with such a big gap, Luo Hao can still deal with Yang Li for a long time, which shocks many people.

Moreover, the power of Luo Hao's combat skills exceeded everyone's imagination, and he was able to confront the Demon Sword God Slaughtering Technique, which shows that the level of combat skills he used is definitely not low.

The seven people of the Tianhai Sect were silent for a while, and then their figures gradually retreated to the back of the crowd, as for revenge for Luo Hao, I'm sorry, you can do it, you don't die in the poor way!

"Hmph, I want to see people in life, and I want to see corpses in death, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I have to dig that kid out of the mountain!" "The ten thousand demon bells above his head Yang Li is like a rainbow, and the black hair is flying, as if the real demon clan is reborn.

"Yes!"

Hearing Yang Li's words, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect immediately saluted, and one by one the figures immediately rushed to the pit of the mountain a hundred miles away.

I saw that a huge crack had been blasted open on the surface of the mountain, like the big mouth of an abyss giant beast, and the darkness was so deep that it was impossible to see to the end at a glance, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect did not find Luo Hao's figure after a short search.

"Senior Brother Yang, it's dark in the mountain pothole, and you can't find that kid's figure. A Ten Thousand Demon Sect disciple stuck his head out of the pit and spoke respectfully to Yang Li.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Yang Li didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed, and his face was gloomy, as if someone owed him 1.8 million yuan and didn't pay it back. Unwilling Luo Hao's existence always made his heart a little uneasy.

Just as Yang Li commanded the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect to continue searching into the mountain, the yellow-shirted man from the Xiyue Hills and Xue Yue from the Wuji Sword Sect came over with the disciples of their respective sects.

"Why are there something wrong with the two of you?" Yang Li's tone was very unfriendly, and he had the intention of starting a fight if he didn't agree with him, Xue Yue of the Wuji Sword Sect took a deep look at Yang Li and said, "It's nothing, just to see if Brother Yang is okay?"

"Hmph, it's good to bother Yang without bothering. Yang Li just snorted coldly when he heard this, he naturally didn't believe that Xue Yue and the man in yellow shirt just came to see if he was okay, probably because he wanted to find out more about the situation of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect from his body, after all, he had exposed a lot of things in the battle with Luo Hao.

Ignoring the two of them no longer, Yang Li once again turned his attention to the dark pit formed in the mountain, at this moment, many of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect were going deep along the tunnel, constantly searching for Luo Hao's figure, but except for the darkness, there was still no sign of Luo Hao's shadow.

"I don't believe that this kid can fly away, and if you turn the whole mountain over for me, you can find him. After not seeing Luo Hao's trace for a long time, Yang Li was annoyed and immediately yelled at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect who were searching.

"Wait, what is this?" Not long after Yang Li's voice fell, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect who was sticking his head into the mountain pit suddenly looked at the depths of the pit with a distracted gaze.

I saw that in the mountain tunnel, a shimmering and colorful light was like the stars in the sky, and these colorful gases were like a tide surging towards the entrance of the cave with a strong and fragrant aroma.

"What's it, it's so fragrant!" Even the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect who were close to the outside of the mountain pit were also amazed, and the rich aroma diffused from the inside of the mountain immediately attracted the eyes of Yang Li, Xue Yue and the man in the yellow shirt at once.

"Huhuhuhu"

Suddenly, a vast and gorgeous shimmering colorful qi emerged from the tunnel of the mountain, and the dreamlike colorful color made many warriors' eyes immediately appear a look of intoxication, and then I saw that the bodies of those warriors who were shrouded in the colorful qi began to spasm, and the whole body began to convulse continuously.

With violent convulsions, their faces were still intoxicated, and the colorful aura gradually became blood-red, on the other hand, those warriors had already been left with only a skeleton without the slightest flesh and blood.

"It's not good, retreat!" A strong sense of crisis made Xue Yue, Yang Li and the others couldn't help but exclaim, and then they quickly fled from the place shrouded in the colorful aura.

When they successfully escaped from the area shrouded in the colorful qi and looked back, Yang Li, Xue Yue and the others immediately condensed their pupils, only to see that the dozens of martial artists who were shrouded in the colorful qi seemed to be hundreds of years old in just a few breaths, exuding a rotten aura all over their bodies.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, I only heard a piercing sound of blood explosion in the area shrouded by the colorful mist, and the bodies of dozens of warriors exploded at the same moment, and the bright red blood turned into pieces of blood mist in the shrouded air, and only the crystal white broken bones remained on the ground.

"This is the Grim Reaper's Ecstasy Seven-Color-Dream-Illusion!" Rao is Yang Li, as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, acted in a ruthless and ferocious style, but when he said the four words of Colorful Dream, his voice trembled unconcealably.

Hearing Yang Li's words, Xue Yue on the side suddenly had a kind of luck for the rest of his life, and the yellow-shirted man in the Xiyue Hills couldn't help but tremble slightly when he looked at the colorful body that was permeating him.

Colorful dream, a beautiful and poetic name, but it is a symbol of death, a harbinger of death. Colorful Dreams, also known as the Grim Reaper, are eerie mist that exists only in the underworld of hell.

Even the martial artists of the Tiangang Realm have only one way to die once they are in the colorful dream, and the colorful dream makes the living beings collapse in intoxication, and then drain their vitality and die.

It is rumored that at the beginning of ancient times, because of the bloody killing of the northwest region of the Tiangu Continent, there was a large-scale outbreak of colorful dreams, which directly caused thousands of miles of red land and no vitality.

"Let's go!"

The colorful dream is still spreading outside the mountain, without the slightest hesitation, Yang Li immediately took the surviving disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and left this place as quickly as possible, the colorful dream even the martial artists of the Tiangang Realm could not resist Luo Hao's death, there was no need to waste any more time.

As soon as Yang Li left, Xue Yue and the man in the yellow shirt glanced at the approaching colorful dream behind him with fear again, turned around and left quickly. In just a few breaths, almost all the forces rushed to leave this place, and the name of the Death Ecstasy was not groundless.

"Alas, it's impossible, let's go too!"

When everyone left, six of the seven Heavenly Sea Sect disciples who had disappeared first reappeared, looking at the colorful dream six who were constantly tumbling and spreading, they could only sigh for a while and then head towards the direction of the Blood Spirit Mountain.

The colorful aura churned and filled, completely engulfing the place where the major forces were standing just now. As far as the eye can see, the entire mountain road is full of intoxicating colors.

In the deepest part of the pit on the surface of the mountain, a hideous scar on Luo Hao's chest was split down from his shoulder, almost splitting him in half, and the blood of his body was constantly draining, and the colorful dreams were constantly eroding his vitality, and the blood was about to drain, and Luo Hao was hanging with a breath at this moment.

Colorful dreams frantically poured into Luo Hao's limbs, the original young face began to age rapidly, the black hair became gray and white, the eyes became more and more cloudy, and gradually lost focus, and the light of the spirit infant prototype in the dantian was extremely dim.

"Buzz!"

At the moment of life and death, Luo Hao's dantian usually rarely made a move, and the ancient mirror known as the big man immediately let out a soft groan, and immediately saw Luo Hao's dantian part, a chaotic mist surged out, isolating the colorful dream, Luo Hao's dantian seemed to have a black hole, and the terrifying suction burst absorbed all the colorful dreams that poured into the limbs.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"

After a long time, Luo Hao's body finally had a hint of reaction, he reached out with difficulty and reached into the darkness in front of him, suddenly touched a hard substance, and pushed it with all his might.

"Bang!"

I only heard the sound of stones falling to the ground in the darkness in front of him, and then Luo Hao's body was empty, and he felt that his body began to fall rapidly, but because of the serious injury, he quickly fell into a coma, and in the haze, he only felt that there was a white light flashing in front of him. Degree of literature