Rumble!

A loud bang shook the sky.

The demonic energy that enveloped the heavens and the earth was shaken by the sound waves, like scattered dust, so the sky was clearly visible, and the night sky blood pot was upside down like a veil overhead, and a round of blood-red bright moon was like a gap in the blood pot, putting infinite light.

As soon as the Demon Lord's means came out, Xiahou Yi and the cloak curtain under his feet were beaten back more than ten miles.

"What an ice condenser! worthy of being the Demon Lord of the Abyss, it is really extraordinary!"

Xiahou Yi was furious and roared: "I, Xiahou Yi, have been for many years, and I have never fought in all directions, and I have never killed the Abyss Demon Lord. Now I am fortunate to have been favored by the Heavenly Venerable and come here to fight! Ladies and gentlemen, if this matter is not killed, how can it be worthy of my ancestor of the Xiahou clan?"

Kill, kill, kill......

The Xiahou people, holding high the Fang Tian painting halberd, roared in unison.

Morale is like a rainbow, and halberds are like a forest.

But just as the people of the Xiahou clan finished roaring, the bodies of more than a thousand Xiahou clan's disciples disintegrated in the air.

The soul turned into light, a total of more than a thousand, swept Fang Tian's halberd, flew to Xiahou Yi's side, like a forest, standing around Xiahou Yi, and after the Xiahou clan's body disintegrated, the flesh and bones turned into blood-colored mist, surrounding Xiahou Yi's body.

Hengjiang couldn't see such a scene, and he couldn't hear the howling wind when the thousand-pole halberd flew to Xiahou Yi's side. But Hengjiang felt it through the divine soul, and outside the stone room, the murderous aura had condensed to the extreme, as if it were substance. After all, he only has the first level of cultivation in the Divine Soul Realm, and now that he is surrounded by the boundless murderous aura of a pure yang immortal like Xiahou Yi, he will inevitably have some difficulty breathing, and even feel that even his gestures have become a little sluggish.

"The Pure Yang Immortal has been so strong, and the murderous aura leaked out, which shocked my divine soul. If it weren't for my firm heart, I'm afraid that now I'm like Brother Dugu, and there are beads of sweat on my forehead!"

Dugu Xin knew that Hengjiang was surrounded by Xiahou Yi's murderous aura and was safe and sound.

Dugu Xin smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth, sat down cross-legged, and his demeanor gradually returned to peace.

Hengjiang also knew that Dugu Xin's face was pale, not because she was injured, nor because she was afraid in her heart, but because she was trying her best to resist Xiahou Yi's murderous aura, and used this time to temper her Dao heart.

However, at this moment, no matter how the outside occupies it, the two of them cannot meddle in it.

Since he is the Tianzun of the Immortal Gate, how can he come forward easily?

The time has not yet come.

Xiahou Yi roared angrily, but Hengjiang couldn't hear it at all.

In fact, if Xiahou Yi really just wants to improve the morale of the clansmen, he doesn't need to roar angrily, because Xiahou Yi has the talent of telephony, and Xiahou Yi can have the same effect as long as he communicates with the clansmen in his mind.

But Xiahou Yi shouted the name of the Ice Condensator hoarsely, which also made the clansmen shout for killing.

All he did was to let Hengjiang hear.

He wanted to let Hengjiang understand that his Xiahou Yi clan had been staying in this layer of abyss hell for a long time. It's like those demons who have been cultivating for a long time in the abyss hell, and they know very well about the disciples of the Three Treasure Heavenly Venerables and how many masters there are in the Three Treasure Celestial Ships. Xiahou Yi also has a little understanding of how many demon lords there are when the lone demon sits down.

There are many demon lords, and Xiahou Yi may not know all of them. It just so happened that this ice condensator was a demon lord that Xiahou Yi recognized. It's not that Xiahou Yi and the Ice Condensator have fought fiercely, but the Ice Condensator is a maverick demon lord among the many demon lords under the lone demon throne, this demon is the same ruthless to the people in the immortal sect, and he will also eat people, drink blood and devour souls, but this demon has always been alone, and there is no abyss leader around him to be his subordinate, let alone like when Hengjiang met the demon lord who was cultivated by the frost demon, followed by tens of thousands of abyss monsters.

The style of this demon is similar to that of the lone demon.

The word lone of the lone devil comes from the lone devil's style of doing things.

Before becoming a demon lord, the lone demon was also a loner, until he became the abyss demon and guarded one side, and under the command of this big demon, there were slowly more demons.

During the fierce battle, Xiahou Yi was inevitably a little nervous.

If he wasn't nervous, he wouldn't have yelled.

Because outside the stone room where Hengjiang and Duguxin were located, a large soundproof array had already been arranged, and this formation was still arranged by Xiahou Yi himself. Therefore, every time Xiahou Yi wanted to find Hengjiang dialect, he walked to the door of the stone room, stuck to the wall, and stood in the soundproof array in order to convey the sound.

But now, Xiahou Yi's roar was for Hengjiang, wanting Hengjiang to know the origin of the other party's demon lord, but he completely forgot that the sound was blocked by the soundproof formation.

Although Xiahou Yi is the patriarch of the Xiahou Yi clan, although he is called a fighting tribe by the people of Xianmen, he is still nervous at this moment. His nervousness was not entirely due to the Demon Lord's Ice Condensation in front of him, but from what Yokoe had done to him earlier, to calculate the claim of the Demon Venerable Abyss Great Demon!

"After this battle, the Demon Venerable will definitely appear! If I am the Demon Venerable, once I learn that my subordinate Demon Lord has been killed by foreign enemies, I will definitely lose my breath. After all, the people in the Xianmen have already come to the door, and I am a demon lord who rules thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, how can I avoid it without fighting?"

As soon as he thought of this, Xiahou Yi held up Fang Tian's painting halberd and roared angrily: "Kill!"

The faint blue firelight was attached to the Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

Rumble!

The Demon Lord turned his arm into ice, blocking the halberd.

The flames rushed out along the halberd, burning the Demon Lord's arm and reaching the Demon Lord's chest!

"Karmic fire!"

The Demon Lord screamed and roared angrily: "How can you have the Buddha Sect karmic fire on you!"

Fierce battles between immortals and demons rarely involve verbal entanglement during fierce battles.

Many times, it is one party that defeats the other, and before killing the other party, he only says a few words, and then he shows his magic and kills the other party to ashes.

The voice of the Ice Condensator when he screamed was in the language of the Immortal Dao world, and the accent was very pure, just like this Demon Lord was the most authentic Immortal Palace or Demon Palace disciple, inheriting the Taoist system from the ancestor Tianzun, and also learned the purest accent of Tianzun.

Just hearing this, Xiahou Yi knew that the hands of this demon lord must be stained with the blood of the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

The language of the Abyss Demon is completely different from the language of the Immortal Dao World.

Ordinary abyss monsters, even if they know some of the language of the immortal world, when they speak, they are also weird, and they know that the taste is wrong when they hear it. Only by killing too many Xianmen disciples, eating too many Xianmen disciples' souls, and gradually learning more about the immortal world through the residual memories in the souls of Xianmen disciples, can we come up with a pure Xiandao world.

"Suffer!"

When Xiahou Yi heard the four words of Buddhism's karma, his heart jumped, and the sound was transmitted to the left protector who turned into a flame and was attached to Fang Tian's halberd, and said: "This ice condensator, your flame is the Buddha's karma fire." In this way, wouldn't this Demon Lord guess that there was a master of Buddhism hidden in the stone room? If he went further and guessed that what was hidden in the stone room was the Heavenly Venerable of the Buddha Gate, and it was the Heavenly Venerable of the Dharma Sect, wouldn't this Demon Lord turn around and run away?"

When Zuo Protector heard this, his heart was also tight, and even the Eight Cold Karmic Fire attached to Fang Tian's painting halberd, the fire shook slightly, and Zuo Protector replied: "Although the abyss monster is not afraid of death, but the stronger the monster, the higher the IQ, this demon lord's wisdom is by no means inferior to the pure yang immortal in my immortal world, if he is smarter, he can even compare to the Dao monarch." The smarter they are, the more afraid they are of death, and if this demon lord runs away, isn't the plan of the Venerable One a mistake?"

On the occasion of the war, Xiahou Yi didn't think much about it, he only waved Fang Tian's halberd again and again, bombarded the Demon Lord, and responded casually: "As the saying goes, a wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and this is indeed true." The mountain lord was clever, but he didn't expect that at this time, he would reveal a flaw and fall short. For the sake of today's plan, I can only fight to the death, desperately to leave the life of this demon lord, and only by killing this demon lord can I lead out the abyss demon!"

Zuo Protector replied: "Your Excellency's strategy will never go wrong, Xiahou Yi, you just have to act according to the plan!"

Xiahou Yi said: "That's the only way." ”

When fighting a master, you must pay full attention.

If you are a little careless, you will miss it for a thousand miles!

Xiahou Yi was just distracted and left the protector of the law a few words, the demon lord in front of him had already caught a few flaws in Xiahou Yi, killing Xiahou Yi and retreating again and again, and Xiahou Yi was still thinking about guarding the stone room behind him, and his strength was slightly reduced, so there were already several bruises and purples on his body, which were all injuries caused by the ice condensation person who was hit by cold ice means.

The demon lord is strong, and although Xiahou Yi uses the ancestral array of Xiahou Yi, he is also defeated and retreated.

Xiahou Yi waved the Flipping Chicken and roared angrily: "Zuo Protector!

Zuo Protector said coldly: "In addition to the Venerable, even if it is the Heavenly Venerable, he may not be able to kill me." Xiahou, you just need to punish the demons, and you don't need to be distracted. ”

"Kill!"

Xiahou Yi roared violently, his eyes were already red!

Fang Tian's halberd was in his hand, dancing like a madman, and the thousand-pole Fang Tian halberd followed behind Xiahou Yi's halberd, forming a torrent of halberd.

This time, Xiahou Yi was even more furious than when he fought the Frost Demon Lord fiercely.

When the first halberd waved, the rolling wind blew the curtain of the cloak under his feet downward. And Xiahou Yi didn't seem to be able to care about the cloak curtain, and let the stone room and the curtain fall straight together.

Rumble!

The Demon Lord resisted the halberd and was knocked back half a step in the air, but he still refused to stop, and rushed towards Xiahou Yi again.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

Xiahou Yi slashed out with another halberd, and the tip of the halberd rattled, and there were cracks, born from the void, appearing around the halberd, like black thunder and lightning. The left protector was attached to Fang Tian's painting halberd, and from his visual point of view, the heaven and earth in front of him were like a picture, and Xiahou Yi's Fang Tian's painting halberd was tearing the picture apart.

"It's really Xiahou's!"

The Demon Lord roared violently, this time, it was not in the language of the immortal world, but in the language of the abyss and hell.

Xiahou Yi understood.

Xiahou Yi's clan guarded the relics of Zhishan for many generations, I don't know how many years, how could they not understand the magic language?