Poor thing.

is such a master, but he was abused like this, if he let others know, he still wouldn't live.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The hatred in my heart, the monstrous anger, can no longer be suppressed, reason, like a flat boat, in the sea of anger of the demons, drifting with the waves.

Eyes, red.

Demonic energy, thicker.

The wounded Li Wuyan turned into a beast, roaring, and the demon hand struck out again and again, continuing to slaughter the monks.

Cracking sound.

It's like rain.

The monks who died tragically at the hands of the Demon Hand fell from the air in an endless stream.

This madness frightened the monks.

This kind of madness makes Joladan happy in his heart.

It's crazy.

It's better to be crazy and be crazy who doesn't know anything but kills.

No matter how powerful the monster is, it has no IQ, it is just a paper tiger.

The same goes for monks.

The crazy Li Wuya is not terrible, but the calm Li Wuya will make people worry.

So, go ahead!

Cowering behind the small dirt bag, Joradan continued to launch a sneak attack.

Or a flying sword.

It's still a grumpy spirit stone.

There are too many flying swords in this guy's hand, and the treasures of thousands of spirit stones are thrown casually, and they are not distressed at all.

Poor and boundless.

I went crazy, but I was helpless at all, I was blown up again and again, and I vomited blood again and again.

Finally.

Demonic energy, suddenly stagnant.

The demon hand that had been slaughtering the monks was gone.

Even the demonic qi that was protecting Li Wuya's body also faded significantly.

Joraldan, with a smile on his face.

The monks also noticed that something was wrong.

"His demonic energy is depleted, his demonic qi is depleted. ”

"Don't run, kill him, kill him!"

"If we don't kill him, none of us will be able to escape, kill!"

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him, rush!"

This is the wisest choice.

Li Wuya was already injured and exhausted, if he didn't take the opportunity to kill him, once he recovered, the people present would definitely suffer the craziest revenge.

Looking for a place to hide?

Hide in the illusion and close the exit?

You must know that the fourth layer will last for eighty days, from the opening of the Illusion of Refining to the present, it is not even forty days, and it will last for more than forty days, how can you hide for such a long time?

Simply.

Kill!

Fight for the sky!

Rush!

The few remaining monks launched an attack on the boundless.

It's tragic enough.

Of the more than 400 monks, there are less than 100 left, and although some of them have escaped, many more have died in battle.

The ground was covered with corpses.

Blood, flowing, turning the earth into mud.

In the midst of this tragedy, the battle continued.

At this moment, there is no end to it, and there is a feeling that the tiger is falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs.

The Hand is gone.

It's the suspended void, and it's all a little shaky.

Those spells and flying swords that were originally ignored can no longer be ignored, and they can only rely on the dexterity of their bodies to dodge, and they can no longer protect their bodies.

Hide?

Joradan was still snickering.

Can't hide.

Other flying swords can be dodged, but the flying sword bound to the grumpy spirit stone can't be dodged no matter what.

This irritable spirit stone, worthy of its name, is a mess of irritable, as soon as it encounters a different kind of aura, it explodes directly, as for this different kind of aura, the body protection demon qi on Li Wuya's body is considered a kind, and the aura attached to the flying sword is also a kind.

It's not.

When Li Wuya leaned and dodged the flying sword attacking from behind, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his hairs stood upside down.

A piece of spirit stone was tied to the flying sword.

A spiritual aura shot out from the flying sword and drilled into the spirit stone.

The next moment.

Rumble!

The violent explosion is here again.

"Ahhh......h

screaming, Li Wuya was once again knocked to the ground.

This time, it was particularly miserable.

After landing on the ground, Li Wuya didn't fly up like before, but was lying there, and didn't move for a few breaths.

"Dead?"

Joradan blinked.

Very pleasantly surprised.

But I was also confused.

Would Li Wuya die so easily?

How does it feel a little unreal?

But just when he was puzzled.

"Roaring ......"

A roar, suddenly.

The sound was like the roar of a savage beast.

The voice was full of murderous intent.

"It's ......"

Joradan was shocked and hurriedly followed the prestige.

It's not a wild beast.

It's not a monster either.

It was none other than Li Wuya, who was lying on the ground.

A twisted roar.

Twisted figure.

Looking like that, Li Wuya seemed to be suffering extremely.

"Oh no, he's going to be a demon!"

Little nun, exclaimed.

"Enchanted?"

Joradan knew what it meant to be enchanted, but he didn't know why Li Wuya was enchanted at this moment, and he didn't know what the little nun was afraid of.

The little nun gave an explanation.

"Swearing by the demons in the heart, although it can greatly improve the combat power, it also pushes itself to the edge of the cliff, and if you are not careful, you will be eaten by the demons. ”

"Once you are occupied by demons, you will turn into crazy demons and kill like crazy. ”

"Stop him, quickly, stop him, we must not let him succeed in the demon!"

That's weird.

Joradan looked puzzled.

I wish I could be so enchanted.

Why stop him, why help him?

Why?

The little nun roared anxiously: "Once he enters the demon, his strength will be greatly improved in a very short time, and it is even possible to be promoted to the Peiyuan realm, quickly, stop him!"

I rub!

Joradan was so shocked that she almost braided her hair.

Pei Yuan Realm?

I didn't let people live.

The boundlessness of a knotted Dan realm makes people so desperate, if it weren't for the irritable spirit stones, if it weren't for these more than 400 monks, there would be no way to fight at all.

If he is allowed to advance to the Peiyuan realm, he will still be a fart and commit suicide directly.

Deter!

He must be stopped!

But.

How to stop it?

Flying Sword!

With a thought in his mind, the last flying sword flew towards Li Wuya.

It's really the last flying sword.

It's not that there are no flying swords, but they don't dare to refine anymore.

If you want to make the flying sword flexible and casual, you need to condense a trace of divine consciousness within the flying sword, and only with the help of this divine consciousness can you communicate with the flying sword and make the envoy.

Therefore, the flying swords that were blown up just now are not just flying swords, but also a trace of Joradan's divine sense in them.

Li Wuya was very hurt.

Joradan didn't feel good either.

Although each flying sword only has a trace of divine consciousness, however, the accumulation of a small amount of divine consciousness has blown up so many divine senses, and Joradan is also very injured, if he no longer knows whether to refine the flying sword alive or dead, if he lets the flying sword destroy it again, if it is not done well, the divine consciousness will be severely damaged, and it will no longer be able to return to its original realm.

So, this is the last one.

"Hurry!"

With a thought in his mind, the flying sword, with the irritable spirit stone, flew towards Li Wuya.