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The dense crowd was paralyzed and stunned as if by thunder, and its godless eyes stared unconsciously ahead, as if they had just seen the basilisk's eyes in the mirror. Petrified and overwhelmed, as if the only survivor of the flood had survived, he temporarily concealed the joy and fear of the only bit of "possibility to live" in his heart, and forcibly fixed the monks in their place. However, after a few seconds, the idea of "maybe being able to survive in secret" was like a poisonous weed spreading in the wasteland, which grew irrepressibly and wildly, making every casual cultivator lose their minds.

"The magic weapon of the Demon Pavilion, it can also be invalidated. ”

"There are times when the Mowei Pavilion makes mistakes. ”

"The Devil's Pavilion is not without flaws. ”

"The Demon Pavilion can be defeated, as long as you look for the opportunity. ”

This kind of logic, like a quantum virus infected at the same time, emerged in the minds of many people at the same time, and at the same time, the huge pressure of just facing the real death also stimulated their fear nerves to almost numb in an instant, and after experiencing the incomparably huge fear for them and surviving, some people in the casual cultivation were filled with courage in their hearts.

"It's a big deal, I'm dead just now, a manly man, it's just a big scar to cut off your head, what are you afraid of?" This thought was intertwined with the thought of "Mowei Pavilion can be defeated" that appeared just now, urging some loose cultivation motor nerves to make actions that they would not dare to imagine on weekdays.

Long knives, short swords, daggers, and even harpoons, nooses, and other weapons were all displayed, and the transparent wind of various characteristics whined and blew, and with the agile and stout figures of different colors, they rushed towards Yan Guiluo, who was the greatest threat to them.

"Everyone, shoulder to shoulder, or you won't be able to live!" A high-pitched shout, as if the vocal cords had been torn apart, emanated from the center of the crowd, and the source of the voice was actually the young man who had just been the first to be willing to sacrifice his old mother.

It was very likely that the young man was cultivating righteous path kung fu, because the long sword in his hand flashed with a faint electric light, causing a strong gang wind, and with a magnificent move, he slashed at Shen Tao, who was closest to him, with a dignified horizontal slash. Shen Tao's instinctive Zhenyuan saved his life, blocked the attack entirely, and was not directly hit by the long sword, but the impact of the Gangfeng collision made him fall headlong into Du Chuanchang's arms, not only did he lose face completely, but he was also shocked by the huge impact force and injured his internal organs.

He hurriedly picked it up, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, so he was ready to use enough strength to give the sneak attacker a hard blow, but at this moment, his body was suddenly pushed by Du Chuanchang and hit the front hard.

Three or four short spears poked at Shen Tao's body protection qi, splashing a large area of sparks, but before Shen Tao could take any action, these short guns stabbed repeatedly like a madness with a sharp gang wind at the level of breaking the mystery, and at the same time, three or four bar axes landed on her gang feng, followed by a continuous beating of more than a dozen weapons in a more frenzied manner.

The disciples of the Demon Pavilions were already under siege at this time, surrounded by more than a dozen people and beaten severely. He let out a loud roar in annoyance, the wide cuffs were like an evil dragon opening its big mouth, and a torrent-like dark weapon tide like breath erupted from it, and three or four people were swept down in an instant, but his killing efficiency was too slow, and he couldn't even deal with five people in one move, how could he deal with more than a dozen people at the same time, he knocked down three or four, and instantly surrounded five or six, he injured five or six, and instantly surrounded seven or eight, he repelled seven or eight, and instantly surrounded ten, and finally the body protection Gangfeng on his body was attacked by more than a dozen, or even dozens of monks of the Peiyuan period, and shattered, and the dense encirclement had no place for him to dodge, his body was penetrated by more than a dozen weapons in an instant.

One of the disciples died like this. His death was very meaningful, because the moment Shen Tao fell into the encirclement, Du Chuanchang took the opportunity to sneak into the group of disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion and absconded into the depths.

The disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion moved, this kind of sudden riot-like resistance is nothing to them, a Shen Tao can't deal with these guys who suddenly riot, then 600 people together, they will definitely be able to deal with it.

The slaughter began without any luck, the hidden weapons fell like flying locusts, and the transparent energy broke through the flesh and blood like invisible blades, cutting off the bones, and a hideous grimace appeared on each hidden weapon, densely packed like a miracle disaster in the underworld, these grimaces emitted bursts of sanity-disturbing screams with the same frequency, dissolving the enemy's attack into contradictory and hilarious movements, making the enemy's face full of horror and feel the feeling of being pierced through the chest by countless iron weapons.

The scattered cultivators fell in one piece, and the failure of the Yin and Yang Realm did not change their established fate.

The changes in the rules of heaven and earth that Yinchen felt when he was hunted down a few days ago have begun to take effect at this time, and the mystery of breaking the mystery is distributed to the monks all over the world like a big gift package, almost everyone's wind has become pure and transparent, and the power of thunder, lightning, poison, and fierce ghosts has been condensed in the huge flying storm, and has become an incidental force in the wind, violent, as if tons of steel collided with each other, and the rigid force struck each other, turning the grass into a potholed rocky desert, and the turf and soil were rolled up into the air, and even, some low-strength Peiyuan monks were blown high by the storm, falling heavily, and life and death were unknown。

Yan Guiluo maintained the posture of holding a mirror, his eyes were wide with anger, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and his body was being chopped into meat sauce by 60 people together.

When the light of the Yin and Yang Realm suddenly disappeared, he felt that the vitality he had poured into him was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no return, and the whole mirror seemed to suddenly lose its spirituality and became an ordinary large bronze mirror. At that moment, he was so frightened that his soul disappeared, because he knew what he was holding in his hand, and he knew what it meant for that kind of thing to be in his hand.

Yin and Yang Realm, Light Weapon, Demon Wei Pavilion Town sent divine soldiers, on weekdays, only the Great Venerable of the Demon Wei Pavilion who worships the first level can walk within a zhang of this thing, such as Yan Guiluo, who is just a little shrimp in the position of a stick, does not even have the qualifications to look at it from afar. In order to increase the bargaining chips for Wei Wuliang to deal with Sang Tianliang's people (Feng Lieshan), Mr. Demon Heart specially gave the divine weapon and the corresponding driving spell, but just a few dozen minutes ago, Wei Wuliang suddenly came to see the effect of this mirror, but he refused to infuse all the vitality of his body to drive this treasure, so he simply told Yan Guiluo the secret spell, and asked him to drive the light device at the cost of all his existing vitality and try the effect, so there was the previous scene.

In desperation, Yinchen used his supreme power to restrict the Yin and Yang Realm, but did not issue an order to spit out the true yuan it received and return it to Yan Guiluo, as a result, at the moment when the light of the Yin and Yang Realm disappeared, Yan Guiluo, who had already lost all his vitality and needed to meditate for a day and a night to recover, was exposed to the anger of the scattered cultivators without protection.

"Nimra Hilardo. At the moment when Yan Guiluo was cut by countless sharp blades and his body was about to shatter, another voice suddenly sounded in the Yin and Yang Realm, a voice that no one had ever heard. This is Mr. Demon's voice, the sound that Mr. Demonheart makes when a small poly-element set up in the Yin and Yang Realm is activated. (To be continued.) )