The nervous emotions of countless cultivators were finally relaxed, and there was no longer any suspense about the witch being punished, but they just pitied so many Taoist friends who had died unjustly.

"Senior brother, is it you?" Yu Dan thought of Qiu Long in his whereabouts: "If you were still here, I wouldn't have taken this step." But you're gone, you've been killed by these decent men and gentlemen, I know."

"So, I'm going to kill all these people for you to bury, senior brother, you wait for me. I'll come to you when I kill them, and we'll never be separated, I can't afford this kind of pain."

"Hum!" Suddenly, as everyone relaxed, the witch's eyes widened and a smile of contempt flashed.

But this smile was so beautiful that countless cultivators didn't dare to look at it directly. Such a wonderful person is such a witch? must be mistaken, right?

However, the three masters knew the power contained in this smile, and the ultimate killing move was still in the air, but a small bell had already appeared in the witch's hand.

A red silk thread passed through the hole in it, and the walnut-sized magic bell instantly grew larger, protecting the witch in it. Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they didn't have time to shout that the offensive in the air had fallen on the magic bell.

"Puff puff puff bang!" three loud bangs, and the wind raged and the sand and rocks were flying. A pit of several feet opened its mouth in the place where the witch was, as if laughing and crying.

There was calm after the loud bang, and the gentle wind blew away the dust. The three masters each spat out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies staggered to their feet.

In front of them, a white figure smiled flawlessly, and then the figure floated into the air and shook something in his hand.

The melodious sound of the "jingle bell" came with a solemn aura in the face, bringing countless cultivators, including the three major masters, including the Jue Farewell Sect and the head of the Skylark Villa, who meditated and healed among the people, into a sea of corpses and blood.

The vast ocean was full of blood, and monstrous-looking monsters emerged from the bottom of the sea, revealing eerie fangs and large salivating mouths.

"Despicable cultivators, come here. ”

"Well, to get here is to heaven. ”

"Never feel grief and pain"

"Put an end to all your greed, death is eternal"

In an instant, countless cultivators bled and went down with satisfaction. The three leaders first came to their senses in the illusion, and desperately joined forces to wake everyone up again.

"Fellow Daoist, that's the Magic Bell Fantasy Land"

"Wake up, don't be addicted"

Everyone was suddenly woken up in the sea of blood, and then they all showed extreme fear. The witch is so terrible that the magic bell shook and killed such a person.

"The Devil the Devil"

"Am I dead?"

"Lying down"

"It's not good, everyone hurry back"

After an exclamation, many cultivators quickly retreated. The originally orderly formation was disrupted, and it was chaotic in an instant. Some practitioners tripped over their dead companions, were pushed down by those behind them, and were trampled to death by those who fled for their lives

If you want to stabilize these cultivators, Ouyang Yisu has no way, the three major masters are now exhausted, and they are lucky to be able to come out of the magic bell illusion realm.

The rest is the so-called eternity, right? Ouyang Yisu recalled what the monster had just said in the Magic Bell Illusion Realm, and his heart was bitter.

After all, the witch escaped, so there is no doubt that it will be their turn below, but what greets them is not victory or glory, but the darkness that will never have light.

Blood-soaked clothes and exhaustion covered their bodies, the three stood side by side. Like a landscape, it always stands behind the cultivators who are running and howling in the distance.

Turning her head, she saw Zhuge Tianchang, the man who had broken her heart all her life was still by her side, and she smiled. Needless to say, everything is in this vicissitudes of laughter.

Zhuge Tianchang trembled and grabbed her hand: "Yisu, we die together"

Then he grabbed Duan Changfeng's hand and said, "Crazy, let's go together"

"In this life, I have been fortunate to know you and my wife in three lives. The corners of Duan Changfeng's mouth kept spilling blood again, just like the two of them.

"Hahaha!" The unbridled laughter rang out, and the laughter became higher and higher and more agitated, and slowly became mad.

"Kill my brother, and I'll let all of you be buried with you. ”

"I can't run, I can't run a single one. ”

"Yo, isn't this the Lord of Ouyang Valley, the big man I used to admire the most, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, Zhuge senior, the academy master, the genius swordsmanship inventor, haha!"

"Sect Master Duan, Master Duanmu Zhuang, Master Wanyan Sect, what's wrong with you?"

"Didn't you say you were going to kill me? Come on, why don't you do it, I'm here, come on"

"Hahaha!"

"Yes, I heard that you are missing one thing, and now you are the same as me, hahaha!"

"Poof!" Duanmu Yuanke and the eight disciples were lying horizontally, angry but helpless.

The nine major disciples, each seriously injured, some had their heads cut off, some had their heads cut off, and one had become a pile of minced meat.

Zaha is already dead, Jiang Huan and Liu Ruojing are almost out of breath, and the nine disciples only have Duanmu Yuanke, and Ouyang Chuchuyun Ziyi is still struggling.

The three of them had half their lives left, all because they were wearing the most precious armor of the sect. Needless to say, Duanmu Yuanke is the young owner of Skylark Villa, and it is understandable that he has a treasure armor. Ouyang Chuchu is the same, only Yun Ziyi is different.

As the inheritor of Ouyang Yisu's optimistic Wanwu Gong, don't give him an armor. Together with Ouyang Chuchu, they were all protected by Zhuge Tianchang's blessing with multiple formations, and the two of them were able to open their eyes again.

Wanyan Miaoxue didn't play, she protected her father Wanyan Zhenwu in the crowd, but the magic bell Xuanyin also caused a lot of damage to her.

Both eyes were bleeding and internal organs were injured, and this was the result of Wanyan Zhenwu's desperate protection.

The masters of the five major sects all ended up like this, and the other cultivators were even more unimaginable. A magic bell rings, hundreds of people lose their lives, and the next one will ring again.

Looking at the witch who had already entered a state of madness, many of the cultivators could not move their feet. Many people think that if you can't run, you will die, so save some effort, maybe it will be more dignified to stand here to meet death.

"Devil, kill us!" Ouyang Yisu gasped and leaned on Zhuge Tianchang's shoulder: "We will become powerful ghosts, and we will not die with you"

"Haha!" Witch Yudan was not angry, everything was under her control, there were enough dead people this time, but it was still not enough to avenge her senior brother.

"Become a ghost?" the witch raised her hand: "You can't fulfill this wish, under my magic bell, you can only become my ghost, driven by me." But I don't want to drive you, you are too dirty and shameless, so you will all disappear, along with the souls"