Yu Shangrong stepped into the air and charged.

A gust of wind formed in front of him.

Basil's eyes were red, and he shouted, "Four corners, please God!"

The remaining witchcraft practitioners quickly threw four circles of light.

"Great witch god,

"Listen to my request,

"With the help of the power of my witch god,

"Come back, soul!

"The Quartet shall not sojourn and stand.

"The man there is a thousand feet tall,

"Just waiting to search your soul.

"Come back—"

The huge purple circles that covered the sky and the sun gathered together, and all of them flew towards Basil at a rapid pace.

Yu Shangrong's figure flickered, still calm.

When he saw this, he knew that Basil was much stronger than he had imagined.

Among the practitioners of witchcraft, the junior wizards can only perform some basic witchcraft, such as healing, expelling, etc., which is equivalent to the practitioners below the Brahma Sea; the intermediate witchcraft practitioners can master the primary and intermediate witchcraft arrays, witchcraft traps, Gu magic, manipulation of wills and hearts, etc.; and the more advanced witchcraft practitioners can arrange large arrays to block thousands of troops...... In addition to being familiar with all of the above powers, the Great Witch also has the ability to manipulate the dead and invite the gods to descend.

Basil clearly falls into the latter category.

Yu Shangrong flashed three phantoms......

Left, center, right, the space suddenly has a hazy feeling.

Those remaining witchcraft cultivators were instantly swept by Yu Shangrong's figure.

Whoop, whoa.

Whoop, whoa.

A chill flashed across their necks.

One by one, figures fell from the sky.

Fall off a cliff.

They're dying!

Trying to block Yu Shangrong's footsteps with his life.

All the witchcraft cultivators, with the aura of witchcraft, rushed to Yu Shangrong one after another.

Yu Shangrong just swung his sword hard.

Return to the three souls.

Hundreds of sorcery practitioners have fallen......

At this moment, a purple cloud formed in the sky.

Cover the two.

Purple rain falls!

......

This is no ordinary purple rain.

Every drop of purple rain can penetrate the body, corrode the soul, and destroy the will.

Yu Shangrong was calm, 360 degrees of rotation, and when he faced the young man Yu Zhenghai, he made a palm print.

The palm print looks like a dragon's claw, grab Yu Zhenghai, and push it hard!

Bang!

The young man Yu Zhenghai left the range of the purple rain and floated in the direction of the moat.

"Senior brother—" The young man Yu Zhenghai exclaimed.

But in the next second, Yu Shangrong was covered by purple rain.

It's like a waterfall.

View from the outside...... I couldn't see Yu Shangrong's figure clearly, and I couldn't judge his life and death.

The young man Yu Zhenghai felt that the qi under his feet was weakening rapidly...... This means that the caster's vitality is also declining.

He tensed.

Purple rain completely blocked the view......

Basil and the few remaining witchcraft cultivators almost decided that under the power of the sages, even Yu Shangrong of the Eight Leaves would be severely damaged.

So many people have been sacrificed and such a great price has been paid...... It's worth it.

The dull breath that Basil had gathered in his chest gradually cleared.

As long as you can kill Yu Shangrong.

It's worth it!

It's all worth it.

The purple rain lasted for a quarter of an hour.

The young man Yu Zhenghai felt the anger under his feet, he couldn't control it anymore and dissipated!

He fell.

Almost at the same moment, the purple rain erupted into the sky! The sword gang formed an umbrella-like shape and flew upward, blocking all the purple rain out!

Yu Shangrong stepped into the air empty-handed, his eyes were tenacious, and the three figures were shaking, and he continued to rush forward!

See this scene!

Even Basil got goosebumps all of a sudden!

"Not Dead?!!!"

At first, Yu Shangrong just walked leisurely and kept swinging his sword in the purple rain.

He tried to swing every sword and cut off all the purple rain...... This is also the basic lesson of sword practice in the rain. As far as he is concerned, even in the waterfall, he can do it without getting a drop of water. This is his way of the sword.

"It can't be—"

Basil's mouth trembled, his pupils changed sharply, and in the midst of his expressions, Yu Shangrong's three figures had already come to him.

The remaining five sorcery practitioners stood in front of him.

Basil waved his scepter: "You don't have a sword, how can you kill me!!"

Yu Shangrong's face was cold, and a slender sword burst out between his index finger and middle finger, using his fingers as swords!

"Who said you can't kill without a sword!"

The body is straight, and the two fingers are pushed forward!

Whoop –

Jian Gang is a string of five.

Five people fell.

Yu Shangrong continued to rush forward, as fast as lightning.

Bang!

Jian Gang bypassed the scepter and passed through Basil's heart, leaving a bloody hole.

Yu Shangrong didn't see Basil, so he turned around and dived...... Towards the young man Yu Zhenghai flew away.

Basil looked at his chest in disbelief, blood pouring down his face.

The purple rain in the sky quickly subsided.

The purple aperture is also rapidly fading.

The top of the abyss gradually fell silent...... In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left, struggling to levitate in mid-air.

His plan was perfect, from Loulan to Rouli, from designing traps to ambushes in the abyss.

There is only one miscalculation - Yu Shangrong is powerful.

Basil looked down and saw Yu Shangrong's figure straight down...... Desperate to save the fallen boy.

He seemed to understand something...... Undo the power on your body.

Fall down.

The sound of the wind swept through my ears.

"Even if it's death, I'll see you trapped under the abyss!" Basil plunged headlong.

He continued to sink.

His gaze was always locked on Yu Shangrong's body.

Yu Shangrong clapped his hands forward, and his palm prints flew downward.

However, the speed of sinking is getting faster and faster.

This abyss seems to be bottomless......

There have been cultivators who have tried to explore and dig out the secrets of the abyss, and after generations of efforts, the death of countless cultivators has come to a conclusion: those who enter the abyss will die nine lives.

The only hope for survival is to give up halfway and return immediately!

I don't know how long it fell, and the light in the sky became dim, and the silence around me was like night, like dusk falling.

Yu Shangrong slapped his palm print again!

The palm prints like dragon claws grabbed Yu Zhenghai, who continued to sink into the abyss.

Seeing this scene, Basil shouted: "Give up!"

Yu Shangrong's eyes were calm, unyielding, and waved with one palm!

Call!

The palm print grabbed the young man Yu Zhenghai and flew upside down.

Basil said: "It's late!"

Yu Shangrong felt that the abyss was generating a powerful attraction.

He wanted to control his qi upward, but because of the huge consumption of vitality, he could only maintain a balance with this power.

caused him to stagnate in the dark void.

"If he dies, all Loulan will be buried with him!" Yu Shangrong's tone was indifferent and loud.

Basil fell from above, and the remnants of force forcibly dragged him down.

Ahem......

"Why?" Basil's heart trembled.

Shouldn't the spearhead be pointed at the Jori?

He died on the territory of the Rouli people, and the Demon Heaven Pavilion should be held accountable by the Rouli people.

"Live well. Yu Shangrong struggled to drag his palms, but found that the young man Yu Zhenghai was sinking rapidly and fell unconscious.

A palm went up and hit Yu Zhenghai's body.

Yu Zhenghai broke free from the attraction and flew upward.

Basil couldn't understand: "An ordinary person, it's worth it?"

For the sake of an ordinary person, to bury an eight leaves, this account is not worth it!

Yu Shangrong slapped this palm and sent it out of Zhenghai, and he was bound to sink.

He looked at Yu Zhenghai, who was gradually flying upwards in the sky, and said indifferently: "Many things, if you think it's worth it, it's worth it." ”

Basil seemed to understand something.

He remembered the past, and remembered the dispute between Loulan and Da Yan.

I remembered the 70,000 corpses on the Gobi Desert.

I remembered the blood-stained waters of the Guluo River......

The strife is endless, and the struggle is endless.

The great sages once said that human beings are the best animals in the world at infighting.

Fight to the end, for what?

"Perhaps, this is the reason why Great Yan is stronger than all races......"

Basil suddenly burst out with the remaining purple power in his body, and the last of the purple clouds like marshmallows flew upward.

dragged Yu Zhenghai ...... Fly in the direction of the moat.

"It's a pity that I don't have any more strength to save you......"

“...... I just beg to spare the people of Loulan. ”

With that, Basil closed his eyes, and his whole body was burned by the strange purple flames.

This is the last dignity left by the Great Witch in order to prevent himself from being manipulated by other Great Witches...... The fire of self-immolation.

Little by little, the flames consumed him...... until it dissipated into the abyss, without a trace.

PS: It's week 1, ask for a recommendation ticket...... The number of recommended votes has dropped by a hundred, which is terrifying......