The floating soul swim stirred up the mystery, and Chu Ji disappeared in the air, flying away with the blue-black spirit bead.

A horizontal light slashed, and everyone in the family was shocked and surprised.

At this moment, Yan Wuyi only felt that his spiritual power was exhausted, and it was difficult to raise a trace of power in his body.

"Boom!"

The furious loud sound shook and dispersed when Yu He's palm imprinted on the young man's chest, how terrifying the hidden claws were, and the fierceness of the piercing clouds ruthlessly poured on Yan Wuyi's thin body.

The latter could not help but be mighty, and his whole body seemed to be shattered, and the blood gushed like a spring, turning into a bloody man in an instant.

How could Yan Wuyi resist Zangxu's palm, and he was directly lifted ten zhang away, and his broken body fell weakly on the side of the main hall, and his consciousness was blurred.

Many sword cultivators' eyes are gathering demon pill spirit beads, and at this moment, Chu Jin escaped with the spirit beads, so naturally he would not spare them easily.

And the collapse of the ancient tower hall is imminent, and no one dares to delay more.

"Chase!"

Yu He was furious, watching the Demon Pill Spirit Bead being taken away by outsiders, and his indignation was unbearable.

With a loud shout, he dodged the heavy object that fell down, pinched a spell and rushed out of the tower, and the Great Luo Sword Pavilion fell into contact with several outer door elders, and hurriedly pursued the trajectory that cut through the sky.

At this time, the ancient tower had already cracked out three or five terrifying cracks, as if the power of destroying the world was wildly exploding, causing the demon realm to shake violently, and the chaos was one after another.

"Yan Wuyi!"

Qi Sihua, who was watching from afar, lost his face and shouted sadly, wanting to stabilize his body and run towards the place where Yan Wuyi fell.

For some reason, seeing that the young man was bombarded and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, this noble young lady of the Qi family was sad from the bottom of her heart, and she was suddenly sad.

"Let's go. ”

The coercion gradually dissipated as the ancient tower cracked, and Qi Sixiu, who was a little weak, moved his eyes and retreated to avoid the chaos.

Seeing that his little sister rushed towards Yan Wuyi, who was huddled in the corner, Qi Sixiu turned his heart sideways, hugged him, and took three or two steps to lift Ting'er and fled under the tower.

The yin and yang explosion that has been bred for thousands of years can not be stopped.

"Look at the good work you've done. Ling Yun waved his cloud sleeves, his tiger eyes swept away, and he said to He Lian without scruples.

The three of them discussed before, but He Su and the two wanted to leave hidden dangers and let the two teenagers break into the tower, and now this kind of incident has occurred, and the family can be said to have lost a demon pill spirit bead in vain.

The development of events was always unexpected, and no one would have thought that Yan Wuyi and Chu Jin really had the ability to win the Demon Pill Spirit Bead.

Before the words fell, Ling Yundong sent a spiritual sense to Yin Zhilei, and quietly retreated from the tower with the people in the pavilion.

The Luojia Tianjiao, who secretly refined the remaining two demon pill spirit beads, still did not wake up, but there were hidden void powerhouses in each pavilion with secret methods, and the spirit treasure took his body, and retreated with the two of them in a moment.

The twenty or so cultivators in the hall on the sixth floor of the ancient tower burst back on the spot, and quickly ordered the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to leave.

The empty hall was filled with only the terrifying weight of the falling objects, which made a burst of explosions.

The young man's faint wail was heard in his ears by Su Muchen, who was dressed in gray and awe-inspiring.

"Huai Xun, Han Yi, you two quickly evacuate the disciples in the pavilion, and you must exit the demon realm before the ancient tower completely collapses. Su Muchen Junyi's face was tinged with a hint of discoloration, and his slender two fingers were raised, signaling the two people beside him to hurry down the tower.

At this moment, only the three swordsmen of the Cold Light Pavilion were behind the explosive hall, and the two of them were slightly stunned when they heard his orders.

That Chang Huaixun was originally suspicious, but when he saw the senior brother's eyes looking directly at the place where the young man fell, he suddenly understood, so he quickly retreated from the tower with Yuan Hanyi, and issued a cold light divine order to summon the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to escape.

My own senior brother is very attentive to the kid who has passed the six tricks, and after a moment of faint speculation, he can also know the reason.

Su Muchen arranged it, but he was not afraid to avoid the situation, and his whole body was red and screaming, and the gray light was heavy.

Just stepped ten steps sideways, and he had already avoided the heavy power of the hundred splitting lights, and came to Yan Wuyi's side, whose body trembled fiercely.

After receiving Yu He's palm, Yan Wuyi only felt that the meridians in his body were broken, his viscera was damaged, and the hidden void breath that corroded his heart and soul was frantically invading all parts of his body.

The numb pain finally took over, his tired eyes opened slightly, looking at Su Muchen's calm and watery vicissitudes of face that slowly emerged in his eyes, a cruel smile broke into his proud and cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he passed out completely.

Su Muchen shook his head and smiled, his big broad palm contained a little cyan divine light, and the aura was imprinted on Yan Wuyi's chest when he turned.

This cyan aura is also strange, just a slight touch, it turns into thousands of streamers to nourish the young man's body, like a blue feather falling from the sky, and when it hits the explosive chaotic aura, it is weird to erase it.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The deafening sound of smashing and cracking was resounding, and there was no room for lingering here.

When the cyan spirit rhyme wiped out the void and chaos hidden in Yan Wuyi's body, Su Muchen urged a stream of spiritual light to hold him up, and the phantom remnant of his body dodged away.

At this time, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the monstrous loud sound resounded in the sky, and the boundless demon realm was crumbling with the ancient tower as the center, and the earth-shattering power of destruction spread in all directions, making the heavens and the earth flood with bursts of terrifying qi waves and killing momentum.

Su Muchen escaped from the ancient tower with Yan Wuyi, and then used the method of rushing to stay away from the explosion, and escaped a hundred miles away in a short time.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud sound of splitting the sky burst behind him, and the sword cultivator of the Luo family, who had fled to the distance, looked up, only to see a blue-purple demon light coming out of layers of visions.

In an instant, the hill where the ancient tower was located was directly split in half, and endless demon rays shot out from it, making the demon realm more and more weird and evil, and in an instant, several dazzling ghost lights flashed, diffusing the roaring demon power.

The demon pill is in the realm, and the killing momentum rises. The blood-colored secret veins that rolled like magma moved violently.

This ancient tower demon realm, which buried the secret of the demon cultivation of the fourth realm, was violently destroyed under the destruction of the terrifying blood-colored secret pattern, diffusing layers of killing blood light, and the brilliant light of the manifestation and interweaving of the Dao Dao in the sky above the previous Chiyang Fighting for the Sky gradually disappeared after exuding the power of shocking the universe.

With Su Muchen's cyan spirit rhyme, Yan Wu's easily damaged body finally stopped the weakened form, and before a moment came, his sore and painful eyes were slightly condensed, looking at the remnants of the demon realm, he was shocked.

The ancient mountain that went straight into the sea of clouds could not help but explode and encroach, and slowly sank between shaking, this image was extremely shocking, and the strong explosion was like a raging wind acting recklessly, impacting everyone's souls.

The boundless blood clouds condensed, the spectacular ancient mountain collapsed, the demonic light secret patterns in the sky, and the brilliant light gathered into the last breath of the demon realm.

Yu Hezang's palm is really powerful, if it weren't for the strength in his body to resist to the death, Su Muchen Qingyun is calm, I'm afraid his vitality would have been exhausted long ago.

At this time, he finally managed to muster up a little strength, but it could only support his weak words.

"Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue, I am grateful. ”

Yan Wuyi said weakly, looking at the majestic and tall body beside him, he felt a sense of respect in his heart, and he couldn't help but wonder, and asked puzzledly: "I don't know why my predecessors saved me?"

The Pavilion Master of this Cold Light Sword Pavilion has been rescued twice with good intentions, no matter what the other party's purpose is, this favor should be kept in mind.

But he and Chu Jin took away a demon pill spirit bead, and the people who fell into the family should hate him, and they never thought that this hidden powerhouse in front of him would rescue him at the risk of the collapse of the main hall.

Su Muchen was shocked when he heard this, thinking about how this kid could recover so quickly, and didn't answer his question, just stepped over in three or two steps, and the elegant shadow moved like the wind.

Within a moment of arriving from the ancient pagoda, the young man had slowly regained consciousness, and the terrifying resilience was astonishing.

In his opinion, Yan Wuyi's catastrophe is not necessarily a bad thing, and being able to survive from death is enough to see the tenacity of his heart and his extraordinary potential.

Seeing that Su Muchen did not answer him, Yan Wuyi's pale face trembled, thinking that the ancient tower of the Demon Realm was about to collapse, and that Yan Qizhen was very likely to be still in the low mountain, so he begged cheekily.

Although life and death are fateful, Yan Zhen came to the demon realm with the two of them, and he must not sit idly by.

Now Chu Jin is floating and wandering, and he doesn't know where he has escaped, although he is worried, but there is nothing he can do.

Su Muchen couldn't stand his noise, and sent a message to the sword cultivator in the pavilion, instructing the people under his door to retreat from the low mountain, if they saw a tall and strong young man, they must take him out of the demon realm.