In the temple where the Yan King was sealed, on the mirror wall that projected countless pictures, all of a sudden, all the "mirrors of fate" were covered with a thick layer of blood-colored mist.

"What's going on?" Yao Buhuo was startled, and subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of the throne.

It was empty, and the body of the Yan King that Jin Muyang had taken away was in the dark room behind the wall at this moment, but Jin Muyang's soul did not return to this body after leaving the stone temple monument, and he didn't know where it went.

It was the first time that Yao Buhuo had seen such a change, and he was hesitating whether to disturb the quiet rest of the "Yanren King" because of this.

However, when he was still hesitating, the mirror wall filled with blood-colored mist suddenly returned to normal again.

"Uh......" Yao Buhuo rubbed his eyes fiercely, and muttered suspiciously, "Is it my delusion......?

The only surviving old devil in the puppet sect frowned in confusion, for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to disturb the "Yanren King"'s rest, after all, this "Mirror of Destiny" was already as usual at the moment, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

"Let's wait and see. He muttered, froze, opened his eyes wide, and continued to enjoy the various scenes of fighting in the mirrored wall.

On the mirror wall, an elder of the major sects, under the leadership of the mysterious middle-aged young monk, had already crossed most of the desert, and at this time, he was walking in the direction of the ruins where Luo Wuru and the others were fighting against each other.

At this rate, in less than two hours, the elders of the major sects who would all die tragically in this desert will be able to leave this great desert completely.

Once out of the desert, without the threat of "Samadhi True Flame", these elders will be able to immediately recover all their strength, and when the time comes, even if the powerhouse of the Savage Temple sacrifice level comes, I am afraid that they will not be able to help this group of elders who mainly focus on the Jindan Realm and the Infant Realm cultivation.

And looking at the direction and speed of the movement of the group of Savage Temple disciples, Yao Buhuo felt that unless the mysterious green-shirted monk's brain was flooded and suddenly reversed, otherwise, the two teams would not have a chance to meet again.

"Damn! Where did this-stirring stick come from!" Yao Buhuo looked at the bearded middle-aged man on the "Mirror of Destiny", only to feel that the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, and he couldn't wait to jump directly into this "Mirror of Destiny" and bite this person to death.

However, just as he was cursing in a low voice, suddenly, the green-shirted monk in the picture was stunned.

Then, Yao Buhuo saw him turn around and go to the elders of the major factions, muttering that he didn't know what he was saying, and all the elders' faces showed a look of horror and confusion.

It was only after a stick of incense that someone nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

As soon as this man finished speaking, the other elders also had hesitation and struggle on their faces, but this time, this hesitation and struggle did not last long, and soon, one after another, the elders nodded.

Then, the group of people actually turned around and strode in the direction they came, towards the other end of the desert.

Yao Bu Huo saw it in a fog, and only hated that he didn't learn the "lip reading technique" back then, so that even if he stared at the mouths of these elders in the picture without blinking, he couldn't guess what they were talking about.

However, he was sure that it was definitely the mysterious middle-aged man with a scruffy beard who suddenly sensed something, otherwise, this ticket person would definitely not suddenly change direction and walk back to the place where he came.

"What did this guy find?" Yao Buhuo looked at the end of the direction in which the elders were striding forward at this time, as he looked at the end of the puzzled expression.

At the end of the desert in that direction was the Shura battlefield where the disciples of the major sects and the disciples of the Barbarian Temple fought to the death.

On this battlefield, there was already a river of blood and corpses all over the field.

Everyone has already killed red eyes and destroyed reason.

Even through the "Mirror of Fate", Yao Bu can still feel the crazy and murderous atmosphere that pervades this Shura battlefield.

In that atmosphere, no one could stay awake anymore, and everyone, whether it was the disciples of the major sects or the disciples of the Barbarian Temple, had all fallen into a state of killing that could not be stopped.

The two sides kept on rushing again and again, and when the person in front fell, the person behind immediately rushed up to fill his place.

Blood, severed limbs, accompanied by hysterical shouts of "kill", and the aura that soared into the sky, completely shrouded the sky above this Shura battlefield.

This land has been soaked with the blood of countless fallen corpses.

The movement of everyone's footsteps would splash with patches of scarlet blood, accompanied by mud, staining their pants and their clothes, mixed with the blood that burst out of their bodies on both sides in a fight.

Whether it is the disciples of the major sects or the disciples of the Barbarian Temple, at this moment, they have all completely gone crazy.

In their minds, apart from killing, except for killing each other, there is no room for any other thoughts.

"Could it be that this mysterious guy, from such a distance, in the great desert where his spiritual sense is completely blocked by the 'Samadhi True Flame', actually sensed the tragedy here, so he turned around and wanted to take this group of elders to help?!" Yao Buhuo said, and was also taken aback by his own guess, "This guy ...... Who the hell is it?!"

A look of horror finally appeared on his face, and his heart beat violently.

After carefully observing the direction of the elders of the major factions in the picture, he was already sure that this person, under the leadership of this mysterious middle-aged monk, was rushing towards the Shura battlefield where the disciples of the major factions and the disciples of the Barbarian Temple had gone crazy as quickly as they could.

At this moment, although Yao Buhuo was outside, he still felt a chill that stabbed him in the back!

However, at this moment, a scream, without warning, suddenly came from behind him.

Yao Buhuo was like a frightened mouse, and suddenly instinctively jumped up, stumbled under his feet, lost his balance of upper body, and directly carried his head, and fell to the cold ground at once.

However, he couldn't care about any of this, and the moment he fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, wanting to see where the scream came from.

However, no one!