Chapter Ninety-Seven: Killing the Demon Sect (4)

In the face of the large-scale group attack of the two, the purple shadow was locked on the enemy in the melee, and the purple lightning in the autumn-like eyes gradually burned, and the next moment, it had strangely turned into a thousand illusory shadows.

Wherever each illusory figure appeared, there was a member of the Idemonic Sect who covered his throat, blood gurgling down his fingers, his eyes resting on the illusory delicate body in disbelief, and then waited for the thousand illusory figures to disappear into the air before he fell straight down.

Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, and there was only a sound of contact with the ground, which witnessed the power of Purple Shadow's new fighting technique.

The Yi Demon Sect Master's footsteps that wanted to move seemed to have taken root, nailed to the ground and no longer dared to move, and the remaining Yi Demon Sect members were also frightened by several killing gods, and rushed to Xiao Yao and Nan Erming's side in a panic, hoping that these two would not be as perverted as these people in front of them, and they hoped for that trace of luck.

"Damn, do you really treat Lao Tzu as a soft persimmon?" Nan Erming was a little ridiculous, looking at the Yi Demon Sect members who were surging like lost dogs, and he couldn't raise the slightest desire to use the Divine Spear.

Staring at the crowd getting closer and closer, Nan Erming slapped his palm lightly, and the pale green mist slowly became thicker like a flowing transparent body, drowning the Yi Demon Sect members rushing to the front like a floating light veil, wrapping the scenery within hundreds of feet in a vague and faint shell.

The dreamlike mist quickly penetrated into the protective fighting qi of the Yi Demon Sect, and merged with the body, rushing the fastest, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his consciousness was blurred for a while, he fell to the ground with a thud while holding his chest, and his body quickly corroded, and the mist that became greener gradually rose from the internal organs, and then melted into the endless mist, and the mist became thicker.

As the body fell one after another, the fog was so thick that it almost couldn't dissolve, and the fairyland-like fog was like a bottomless abyss, devouring all living objects, and in the blink of an eye, there was no living person who could stand up within a few hundred meters of Nan Erming's side.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Yi Demon Sect members who were fleeing one after another turned around and wanted to retreat, the storm raised its staff lightly, the wind turned instantly, and the quiet mist was like a net under the urging of the wind, and when the head was enveloped, the screams returned to silence, leaving corpses all over the ground.

At this point, all the Yi Demon Sect members who had invaded the Xiao Clan, including the Yi Demon Sect Master who was at a loss for what to do, only a few dozen people remained, and at this time, Xiao Yao was standing in front of these remnants with a smug face.

"Don't you want to run away from the old man? The old man has granted your wishes. Glancing at the stunned remnants of the defeated army, Xiao Yao raised his palm coldly, and under the sudden clenching, the surging white fighting qi quickly condensed into a huge phantom, and there was a faint sound of a lion's roar.

The strength of the five-star primary level exploded with all its might, and Xiao Yao blasted out with a punch, and a huge white lion loomed in it, which made people feel distracted.

The Yi Demon Sect Master, who had long since lost his fighting spirit, barely raised his hands to fight the trapped beasts, but was immediately blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing into countless flowers and trees all the way before being loaded into the grass, while the rest of the remnants were all bled to death under the power of a single punch.

The embarrassed and struggling Yi Demon Sect Master's clothes were in tatters, looking at the valley Yi Demon Sect was left alone, his hands and feet became cold, the original Ji Hua was completely subverted after Xiao Yan joined, and now even he himself was just a fish on the chopping board, he looked at Xiao Yan and the others who stepped step by step with dull eyes, and suddenly let out a burst of hysterical laughter.

"Are you going to cut yourself or do you want to live?" Xiao Yan stopped a few steps away from the Yi Demon Sect Leader and asked in a cold voice.