At this time, there were dozens of monks surrounding Yan Guiluo and his hands, oh no, it was up and down his knife, and he couldn't help but hear the mirror in Yan Guiluo's hand make a sound, and he was so frightened that he scattered. Yinchen, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, originally wanted to snatch the mirror that could kill people, but before he could figure out how to operate the Yin and Yang Realm, he was swept by the crowd and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement of the Demon Pavilion.

Just now, at the same time that the Yin and Yang Realm suddenly "stopped working", the rear of the Demon Pavilion, was violently attacked. With Lei Qianqi as the vanguard, all the monks of the Iron Palm Gang as the sharp knives, and the Xie Yu Sect and the Divine Sword Sect as the follow-up army of monks, they ruthlessly exploded the Jumen of the Demon Wei Pavilion Group. The army of monks organized by the Holy Water Sect finally collided head-on with the army of monks of the Demon Pavilion.

The people of the Iron Palm Gang, including Lei Qianqi, all had red eyes, and the wind and thunder rose between the waving palms, and the wind swept vigorously within a radius of several hundred zhang, and when any palm fell, it was a thunderbolt that exploded, and the lightning cracked the air, and the demon monks were all scorched with black skin, their robes were on fire, and their bones were broken, and they really reached the point of being scorched, and the monks of the Iron Palm Gang were not scattered cultivators surrounded by the Demon Wei Pavilion, they were all superb in cultivation, although most of them were not in the realm of Peiyuan Great Perfection, but their divine skills were too strong and domineering, and often one palm fell, and half of the opponent's body turned into scorched black, as if they were really hit by lightning。 And behind them, although the disciples of the Interpretation Sect who followed up looked like they were all delicate and did not threaten, but they sent out a strange and cold Gangfeng, but they could easily dissolve almost all types of body protection Gangfeng, so that the monks were directly exposed to the blows of the disciples of the Iron Palm Gang, such a combination was really a nightmare for the Demonic Pavilion group army that was caught off guard, and within a few minutes of contact, the formation of the Demonic Pavilion was chaotic, and the so-called siege array no longer existed.

The scattered cultivators were free, and one by one the wolves rushed to the mound and fled for their lives, and no one paid attention to the tentacle-like ghost claws that suddenly erupted in the air around the mirror in Yan Guiluo's hand, holding the Yin and Yang Realm one by one. Bursts of grim laughter slowly seeped out of the air, and there were more and more blue-gray ghost hands, and finally the entire mirror was completely covered, and slowly turned into a ball composed of wriggling blue-blue ghost arms, and the gray-black dead air continued to rise from the ball, gradually shrinking, and the ghost laughter became louder and louder, and when the ghost laughter reached its maximum, it almost turned into a death scream, and the wriggling ball just shrunk into a small dot. After an instant, the ghost laughter disappeared, and the round ball, the ghost hand, and the yin and yang realms all disappeared into the thin air.

At the same time, Yan Guiluo also fell to his knees in an instant, swallowing his last breath silently, and before he could be punished for "damaging the sacred relics of the sect", he was cut like mud by the swarming scattered cultivators.

At the same time, none of those scattered cultivators could take any of the hidden weapons thrown by Yan Guiluo, but in this dark purple night, these guys who were just as humble as maggots in Yan Guiluo's eyes could kill him.

This is the sorrow of a melee monk, a dignified qi master, who can also be besieged and killed.

Yan Guiluo's body shattered, scattering into a puddle of soft mud with blurred boundaries on the ground, which was trampled by countless people who ran and fought without attracting anyone's attention. At the same time, the scattered cultivators who rushed to the mound rushed back and forth in the chaotic battle between the two armies, and about sixty percent of the monks were lucky enough to catch the opportunity when the Demon Wei Pavilion changed formation to meet the Holy Water Sect, drilled out of the encirclement, and fled far away. But about forty percent of the people, including Silver Dust, unfortunately fell victim to the fighting between the two armies.

The scattered cultivators around him fell one by one, and Yinchen moved forward in the turbulence of people with an expressionless face, his hands always radiated dazzling red light, and large fireballs sprayed out from the tips of the index fingers of both hands, hitting the target, exploding, and turning into a sea of fire, and then the red lotus bloomed again in the sea of fire and rolled more people into it, from time to time, he flicked his middle finger, and a string of bright red, simply butterflies with burning flames as wings flew out of his fingertips, scattered in a certain direction like a rain of meteorites. These flame butterflies flew around someone like an endless demon, looking at the gap, taking advantage of the monk's exhaustion of vitality and preparing to breathe, they broke through their protective body and fell directly on him, and then turned into a soul fire that could not be extinguished, and in the chaos, more than a dozen humanoid candles suddenly lit up with Silver Dust as the center, screaming and crying intertwined into a hell of despair and horror, forcing anyone who dared to block his path in front of Silver Dust to force back.

The night sky illuminated by the firelight, many monks who were fighting and killing noticed the anomaly here, natural disasters such as fire and prairie fire, which were by no means the flesh and blood of the monks could fight. Many of the monks were secretly scolding themselves for being so lacking in virtue, but suddenly they saw that the fire was extinguished.

"The cold of deep snow. A blue light shot out from between the fingers of Silver Dust, hitting a disciple of the Iron Palm Gang, the disciple's body exploded violently, dozens of sharp icicles centered on him, as if they exploded, they continued to grow out of the ground one after another, turning into a huge ice flower, and cold ice crystals were precipitated in the air, and all the surrounding flames were extinguished, and the place where the fire was set on fire was also covered with a thick layer of ice. After releasing this magic, Silver Dust finally opened a path through the crowd, trying to run towards the open space in front of him.

He was pushed by the crowd before, and came to the other side of the Purple Blood Fairy Mountain with the flow, where there was still fighting and death everywhere, he released his magic and forced everyone around him back, so that he could temporarily get out of the flow of people, the dark purple sky was full of stars, under the brilliant starlight, the surrounding scenery was illuminated with a clear outline of the shadow, Silver Dust secretly avoided the fight and blood like a thief, screaming and screaming, and walked alone to another ladder leading to the top of the mountain.

He couldn't get out of the encirclement, and his position was just a corner of the battlefield, a quiet open space for the time being.

At this moment, his heart was full of struggle.

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On the other side, the large-scale battle between the Holy Water Sect Group and the Demon Pavilion Group gradually escalated.

When the thunder attribute sword qi of the Divine Sword Sect rushed towards the affiliated sects of the Demon Pavilion, the overall defense [military momentum] of the Demon Pavilion's defense was once again opened through a big hole.

The change of formation didn't seem to have any effect, and the thunder attribute sword aura of the Divine Sword Gate was dignified, and it had a natural restraint effect on the ghost true element that prevailed in the Demon Dao. Ghost Wind, Ray Ghost, this is an ancient saying on the Wind Source Continent, and now it is verified here with splashed blood, broken bones and flowing stomach intestines, and it has once again become a bloody fact. The power of mental disturbance dissipated under the scorching attack of the majestic dignified, and the official disciples and even disciples of the Demon Might Pavilion could not even resist the rookie swordsmen in the Excalibur Sect who still held the title of temporary disciple in a one-on-one battle. Heavy horizontal slashes, sacrificing the same straight stabs, and heavy slashes with all their strength often burst out of a huge, wind-like raging sword ray, and can also bring up a large area of blood mist, but on the other hand, the dart with a grimace was pushed by the strong wind, and the bullet shot at the sword-wielding monk, but it was blocked by the sword cultivators' mellow and wishful without the slightest flaw, and it suddenly stopped in the air strangely, and then fell to the ground in a daze as if it had lost all its strength and inertia in an instant. The faces of the sword cultivators have long been dyed red and black by the splash of blood, and the sleeves of the robes are also dyed almost black, and some people's sleeves are even dripping with blood beads, but the chest, back and hem of their robes are still clean, except for a few drops of blood on the chests of a few rookies who can't get home from the body protection Gangfeng cultivators, the robes of other people, except for the two sleeves, are actually spotless, which shows that the blood stains on the sword cultivators are all from the people they slashed with their swords, and there are no wounds on their own bodies. (To be continued.) )