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Wang Zhenren was the leader, assisted by the three old mansion monarchs who burst out with the strongest momentum, and used the blood-burning secret technique, and naturally pursued a one-hit kill.

For a real-life level existence like the Demon Commander, the "Technique of Cause and Effect Reincarnation Scythe" can only cause considerable trauma at most, and the possibility of killing directly is too low.

From the very beginning, the target of Wang Zhenren and the others was the six or seven Tatar demon lords, and only by slaughtering these people, even if they were defeated and died, it would be enough.

Nearly eighty percent of the Purple Mansion's combat power in Dry Bone City has all left with the Sword Emperor, and now that the defense array of Dry Bone City has been broken, the dream of waiting for them to return to rescue is completely shattered.

"The Art of Cause and Effect Reincarnation Scrolling Sickle", as its name suggests, is a top-level secret book that can only be touched by the Purple Mansion Monarch level monks in the Qingxia Ancient Sect, and it is extremely precious.

It's just that the price of this kind of secret technique is too great, but it uses their spirit and spirit as a fuse, burning qi and blood, and pulling out the sickle of cause and effect reincarnation, so as to cut off the opponent's Dao fruit.

The six chain scythes, with lightning speed, instantly swept over the three Purple Mansion Realm Great Cultivators of the Demon Clan at the forefront.

After the terrifying shock, several Demon Mansion Monarchs retreated in panic, and only after a few breaths did they gasp to check their injuries, but they suddenly noticed that the chains passed through their bodies, and there was not a trace of skin trauma.

"Hahahaha! It turned out to be just a bluffing show, and I thought that these old antiques were desperately resisting, and how ruthless they could be. ”

One of the Demon Mansion Monarchs looked up to the sky and laughed, so that as soon as the words fell, several other Demon Mansion Monarchs who were swept up also spit out a breath of turbidity, laughing at the failures of Wang Zhenren and others.

Seeing that the right-hand man under his command was safe and sound, the Great Commander of the Sacrifice Kan was shocked and relieved at the same time.

"The old thing of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, if you resist to the end, then don't blame the Commander Ben for washing the Terran monks in the Dry Bone City with blood, army, charge!"

The Grand Commander of the Sacrifice let out a roar, and tens of thousands of dark shadow ghosts on the demon side howled and pounced.

They were all in high spirits, and they were able to slaughter the cities of the first-class Great Sect of the Terran race, which was a great feat.

In the dark demon world, only by establishing great merits can you gain the appreciation of those big people and ascend to the sky in one step.

The few mansion monarchs of the demon clan also stepped out one after another, wanting to join forces to kill the old mansion monarchs of the Qingxia Ancient Sect who were resident in the Dry Bone City, but the sickle scared them a lot.

Inside the city, Wang Zhenren and the three elders of the palace looked at each other and smiled.

Their white hair, which was originally full of shine, fell into a withered state in an extreme time, and their bright eyes gradually dimmed.

"Senior brothers, junior brothers, I will go first, but on the bridge, we will drink a cup together like reincarnation!"

An elder spurted a large amount of essence blood from his mouth, and the coercion belonging to the Purple Mansion level declined in an instant, but his face was full of joy and satisfaction.

Endless rays of light erupted from the flesh of this Purple Mansion Elder, and those Demon Mansion Monarchs who rushed over suddenly felt their aura decay, and their galloping bodies seemed to be sealed, unable to move.

Wang Zhenren's pupils crossed with a deep sadness, "The Technique of Cause and Effect Reincarnation Scrolling Scythe" belongs to the forbidden secret technique of Qingxia Ancient Sect, how can it have no effect at all.

An elder of the Purple Mansion Realm had pushed the mana of the "Technique of Cause and Effect Reincarnation" to the peak at the cost of his own life.

Those Purple Mansion Realm cultivators of the Demon Clan felt so hard to move, and this was only the first step, and then they would understand what despair was.

The Qingxia Ancient Sect had almost climbed to the level of the Holy Land, and the foundation it possessed was simply unimaginable to ordinary first-class sects.

"The Technique of Karma Reincarnation Scythe" is extremely treacherous, and the cost of casting it is extremely high, but the power it brings is also terrifying and desperate, and it can cut the opponent's Taoism and vitality.

If there is a Dao Monarch or even the Supreme of the Divine Gang Realm, it will take decades of lifespan, and even a real monk of the Jade Heng Wheel can be reduced to a Mansion Monarch who has just entered the Purple Mansion.

"This, what the hell is going on, the cultivation of this seat, this seat, is actually regressing. ”

"Dantian, the golden pill in the dantian is also shrinking greatly, and the mana of this seat has actually escaped from the meridians, and it is out of control!"

"Grand Commander, Grand Commander save me!"

One after another, the three Demon Mansion Monarchs who were swept by the scythe greatly reduced their breath, and the weakest ones had even been defeated to the majesty of the Purple Mansion and reduced to the rank of a Mansion Monarch.

Such a treacherous and terrifying scene not only frightened the tens of thousands of demon armies galloping, but even the demon commander Sacrifice Kan, the Death Dragon Eagle, and the Thorn Dynasty De Tie War King were also terrified.

Even though they had real human abilities, they had never seen the scene of the Purple Mansion Grand Cultivator being knocked to the dust within a few breaths.

"This, what kind of evil magic have those old things cast, and they have such terrifying destructive power?"

A blinding light flashed, and several frightened roars rang out, followed by a dead silence for several miles around them, and the special smell of blood made many demon masters suddenly change color.

When the smoke and dust cleared, as far as the eye could see, the three Evil Demon Clan's Purple Mansion powers, who had just been imprisoned and fell to the ground, were like a string of gourds, directly nailed through the flesh by huge stone pillars, and held horizontally in the air.

Although the three of them were not dead, their breath was extremely sluggish, like dried corpses that had been drained of their spirits, swaying in the air with the blowing north wind.

Wang Zhenren made a move, killing with one blow, and he didn't give the top powerhouse of the demon clan a chance to rescue at all.

Losing the Dao of the Purple Mansion Realm, these three people were simply fish and meat on the chopping board, and after a few breaths of effort, their convulsive bodies no longer moved, and even the Yuan Shen was broken, turning into pure Yuan Qi and escaping.

"Bastard! Wang Yusheng, you old horseman, this is digging your own grave! Kill, slaughter the city of dry bones, leave no one behind, and kill this seat without forgiveness!"

The shrill roar of the Death Dragon Eagle resounded in all directions, and he directly crossed the Demon Commander Sacrifice Kan, ordering the ignorant and frightened Demon Army monks to continue to sprint.

The Great Commander of the Sacrifice Kan who reacted, the Iron Battle King Tu Canghai, changed his complexion greatly, and ordered the army to sprint, not to give Wang Yusheng a chance to delay.

The three real-life giants made a move, the sky was dark, and the rolling vision turned into an astonishing murderous aura in the sky, spreading out in all directions.

Originally, they thought that Dry Bone City was already within reach, but now such an accident had happened, which caught them off guard and vaguely had a bad premonition.

"Tu Canghai, take the lead in killing Wang Yusheng, he is the biggest threat!"

With the ghost gun on his head, the tyrannical aura in the heart of the Great Commander of the Sacrifice is breeding, and the battle is nine out of ten, how can Wang Yusheng, the dead man in their eyes, continue to be presumptuous.