All the eyes of the demons were fixed on Bu Pingfan's side, and they found no trace of Bu Pingfan at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the battlefield, it was already miserable, and there were rivers of blood everywhere.

The battle between the demons and those forces has come to an end, and no one here survives, but some of them have died in this battle.

They dug up all their people, sealed them with special secret methods, and when the time came, they came to the territory and buried and disposed of them again.

"They're setting up a formation, I guess that friend has been trapped in a mysterious formation they set up, right?"

The demon demon oba said in a deep voice, it still knows some fur about some formations, which is why its expression is so serious.

"Let's go save him."

The giant demon Zhang Xingtian was about to rush out, and it had an indescribable contract with Bu Pingfan.

It was let go in the hands of Bu Pingfan, and then it survived, and Bu Pingfan once threatened to follow it.

But now, Bu Pingfan is trapped in the so-called formation, and his life and death are uncertain, which makes him feel restless.

"Zhang Xingtian, don't act rashly, it's not a field you can set foot in......"

The giant demon pharaoh suddenly stopped Zhang Xingtian from doing something stupid.

But the giant demon Zhang Xingtian could ignore the pharaoh's reminder, and the wings behind its body vibrate, and it immediately flew towards the seven people above.

"Come back ......"

Pharaoh was shouting.

After the demon demon oba and Ziyan saw it, they all felt a murderous aura permeating them.

Bang!

The giant demon Zhang Xing Tiancai had just approached the distance of thousands of feet outside the seven people when he was directly shocked out by an invisible strong wind.

Yes!

Ahem, ahem

Zhang Xingtian coughed up blood, kept flying upside down, his huge body, and he was still trembling slightly.

What it touched was really blocked by the energy light curtain emitted by the seven people, and the power rebounded, causing great damage.

The giant demon pharaoh and Ziyan went up and rescued Zhang Xingtian, both of them with a sense of reproach.

"Go and save him."

Zhang Xingtian didn't give up, he was still struggling desperately, and he wanted to fly out again to save people.

"Zhang Xingtian, don't move, Bu has nothing to do here."

However, at this time, a muffled thunderous voice came from the place where the seven people were arranged.

Listen carefully to recognize Shibu's ordinary voice.

"Is he okay?"

Zhang Xingtian's nervous heart finally relaxed.

Not far away, Nangong melancholy saw this scene, and felt that Zhang Xingtian, a behemoth, was still a little hot-blooded, and he was not a cold-blooded animal.

"Where the hell did this kid get these helpers?"

Nangong didn't dare to set foot in melancholy, he was still just a monk wandering in the Mahayana realm, for the seven Mahayana realm monks on the other side at once, of course he respected them from afar, and it was impossible for him to fight head-on.

This is just what he thinks in his heart, the reality is very cruel, and the aura emitted by these seven people in the formation is enough to crush the ordinary cultivators who practice the void as cultivators.

Even if he was in the Mahayana realm, he was only as seriously injured as the giant demon Zhang Xingtian in the past, so he thought twice and chose to wait and see.

Nangong didn't know about the conversation between the ten people of Donglingmen and their Great Heavenly Venerable before, otherwise, he wouldn't have such an expression now.

"He's dying, I'll continue."

The seven of them all had the same idea, they knew that with this formation, it was impossible for anyone to survive in it.

They know that Bu Pingfan is no exception.

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When these seven people set up a very special array, the gaps separated between them were all energy overflowing, forming a light curtain to gather around to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the void.

But Bu Pingfan could still make a sound inside, which made the seven people feel stunned.

The demons also secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Bu Pingfan was still alive inside, they really didn't want to just store the Spirit Mountain [Xuanblood], and there would be no real leader.

They have already put their hopes on Bu Pingfan, and for finding the Sky Swallowing Tower, piecing together the Spirit Mountain, and a series of heavy tasks to return to the True Immortal Realm are placed on Bu Pingfan.

If Bu Pingfan dies like this, they will want to cry without tears.

In that mysterious array, Bu Pingfan was full of energy swords, swords, and shadows, like a meat grinder, wreaking havoc and twisting, strangling Bu Pingfan, clone clones, and machine elves as a piece of meat.

"It's really a terrifying space here, but this kind of power is difficult to defeat me."

Bu Pingfan's eyes were cold, and he looked at the dark space where only the stars were left, and quickly used his divine thoughts to drive the shrinking navigation.

"Shrink the ground and navigate, open."

He immediately hugged the robot elf and the clone clone together, and finally disappeared with a whoosh.

In the sky above the seven people, a wormhole of thunder vortex appeared, which was a bit small and did not attract attention.

Bu Pingfan, clone clones, and machine elves came out of here, and the brilliance on their bodies had already volatilized in the wormhole, and now even their breath began to converge.

After he came out, as always, he looked at the seven people below, who were still shrouded in the energy light curtain, and they looked very struggling.

"What are you doing here, these fools?"

Bu Pingfan thought in his heart, a layer of blue energy had appeared on his body, and at first glance, it was the power triggered by thunder.

"Jizo Red Flame Technique, the third mystery [Red Flame Demon Appetite]."

A crimson dragon rose into the sky, and finally restrained his hands, slowly squirming.

In fact, he also has the strongest immortal technique [Fire Dragon Technique], which can condense the crimson flame dragon, all of which are derived from the perception of this immortal art.

"Haha! Feed! What are you doing? ”

Bu Pingfan chuckled in the air, and swooped down directly into the air, and the dragon condensed by the crimson flames wriggling in his hands quickly grew larger at this moment and threw it downward.

Everyone looked at the sky, and the demons looked very happy, and they could see a trace of the charm of a thin burden in their eyes.

Nangong Family's ancestor Nangong was melancholy, and his old face was slightly red, and he felt incredible when he saw that Bu Pingfan could successfully escape from the magic circle of these seven people.

However, his incredibleness could not be compared to the seven people in the formation.

I saw that these seven people were completely stunned, and they saw Bu Pingfan come out with clone clones and machine elves, as if they were seeing ghosts.

"Set up the formation again, just now he should have used the secret method to get out of our magic circle, this time, he is definitely difficult to fly."

The thin old man gathered the other six people again and began to set up the formation again.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Bu Pingfan was already aggressive, and moved his gaze to him, also targeting the old man.

"Dead old man, see if you can hold on? And then all the that laughs off the big teeth. ”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Bu Pingfan's mouth.

Everyone watched as he fell swiftly.

"Hurry ......"

Rumble!

Before the old man could say anything, he had already been pierced by the Jiaolong that Bu Pingfan had directly used to condense the crimson flames, and even he had been piercing through his body.

"Die! It's time to close your eyes. ”