A moment later, Lin Xueyi fled five hundred zhang away in horror and rushed into the crowd of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

The peerless demon soul also immediately slaughtered, and Yun Aotian of the Qingshan Sword Sect and many martial sects were immediately involved in the battle group.

The martial arts sects of other sects', as soon as they saw that the peerless demon soul was so terrifying and terrifying, they immediately turned frightened and ran away.

It's a pity that the peerless demon soul opened its big mouth like a black 'colored' abyss, and sucked it desperately.

A terrifying hurricane suddenly blew on the hillside, covering a radius of thousands of feet.

The incomparable devouring power enveloped the area within a radius of thousands of feet, pulling all the martial sects towards the middle.

The face of the peerless demon soul turned into a black 'colored' vortex with a radius of thirty zhang, like an abyss, trying to devour everyone.

The sand and rocks flew on the hillside, and the huge rocks, dirt, sand and dust all swirled and danced, gathering in the black 'color' whirlpool.

The Ice and Snow Hall and the others led by Mo Qianchou, the Qingshan Sword Sect and the others led by Yun Aotian, and Ling Xiaoyun and the others from Lingfeng City were all caught in the middle of a fight.

In addition to the people of the four major sect 'sects', there were more than forty martial sect powerhouses, other second-rate 'sect' sects from the Eastern Wilderness Continent, and some relatively powerful forces.

A total of more than sixty Martial Sect powerhouses were all dragged and pulled by the terrifying devouring power at this time, and flew towards the black 'color' whirlpool.

The fate of being swallowed into the vortex is obvious, it must be devoured by the demon soul.

As a result, many martial arts sects struggled in horror, intending to escape from the devouring of the demon soul.

Yun Aotian was a ninth-level martial sect, and when he burst out with all his yuan power, he broke free from the devouring of the black 'color' vortex.

Lin Xueyan, Mo Qianchou and Ling Xiaoyun were all eighth-level martial arts sects, and they were also able to escape the devouring of demon souls.

However, the remaining sixty or so Martial Sects all seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch, and they couldn't get out of the black 'color' vortex at all.

Not only that, but the demon soul continued to release billowing black mist demonic energy, enveloping the entire radius.

Soon, the area within a radius of thousands of feet became a Jedi infected by the black fog demonic energy.

A huge shield formed by the condensation of black mist demonic qi gradually appeared, covering all directions.

The martial sects from more than a dozen sects were all trapped in this huge black 'colored' shield, unable to escape.

Seeing that all the escape routes were blocked, more and more martial arts sects could not support it, and were swallowed into the black 'color' vortex and devoured by the demon soul.

Seeing the martial arts sects under his command die tragically one by one, being devoured and killed by demon souls, Yun Aotian was worried.

In desperation, he had no choice but to shout loudly.

"Everyone join forces to fight back, or everyone will die!"

Yun Aotian is a ninth-level martial sect and an elder of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and he is quite famous and majestic in the Eastern Desolate Continent.

As soon as he spoke, many martial arts sects took action one after another, joining forces to attack and kill the peerless demon soul.

There were more than sixty martial arts powerhouses, surrounded by peerless demon souls.

Although they are all as difficult to move as if they are stuck in the quagmire, when they join forces against the enemy, the power is also earth-shattering.

"The Qingshan Sword Sect belongs, form the Qingshan Sword Formation!"

Yun Aotian snorted coldly, brandished his sword, and slashed towards the peerless demon soul.

The six Martial Sects of the Qingshan Sword Sect immediately formed a Qingshan Sword Formation, relying on each other, wielding hundreds of sword lights, and attacking and killing the peerless demon soul.

"The Ice and Snow Hall belongs, the Ice Sword Formation ......"

"Ling Fengwei listens to the order, Ling Feng kills the ......"

Mo Qianchou and Ling Xiaoyun immediately followed suit and ordered their subordinate martial sects to form a sword formation to fight against the demon soul.

Several other sects and sects also followed suit, and they all joined forces to form a formation to fight against the devouring of demon souls.

Suddenly, the inside of the black 'colored' shield of a thousand zhang square was flashing with dazzling sword light.

The rolling black mist demonic qi was swept away by the strong energy that burst out from everyone.

The peerless demon soul was instantly shrouded in hundreds of huge golden lights, and the black 'colored' vortex was slashed in pieces.

But the demon soul is not an entity, but a soul, formed by condensing the demonic qi of Wanqin Mist.

Even if the black 'colored' vortex was shattered, the peerless demon soul was not injured.

It roared and roared, expending some of its power to repair the black 'color' vortex again.

The terrifying devouring power erupted again, sweeping across a thousand feet.

Many martial sects were caught off guard, and three people were immediately swallowed into the vortex.

The martial sects that were in the whirlpool were quickly eroded and engulfed by the black mist demonic qi.

Their Yuan Force Shield and Xuan Armor were all crushed with a click, and their bodies turned into blood and water, and they were devoured by demon souls.

That's not all, everyone's counterattack made the demon soul furious to the extreme.

It condensed two huge black 'colored' knives twenty zhang long, and slashed at everyone.

"Bang!"

The two huge long knives condensed by the black mist, as if they were substance, slashed through the crowd, and suddenly broke out with a loud bang.

There were six unlucky martial arts sects who were slashed by the black 'colored' long knife on the spot, and without the slightest resistance, they were killed into powder.

"Boom! boom!"

The demon soul roared angrily, constantly wielding the black mist long knife, slashing wildly at the surrounding martial sects, and the explosions sounded one after another.

Eight more martial arts sects couldn't dodge, and they were directly killed on the spot by the black mist long knife, turning into shredded 'meat' and dregs.

The Demon Soul's methods were so ferocious, and his strength was so terrifying, that it suddenly made all the Martial Sects fearful.

Yun Aotian had to roar again and call on all the Martial Sects to join forces to fight against the peerless demon soul.

Of course, although the vast majority of the Martial Sects worked together to attack and kill the Demon Soul.

However, a few people took the opportunity to get out of the 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' battlefield, such as Lin Xuewei, the master of the Wind Demon Palace.

Several helmsmen of the Wind Demon Hall were all killed by demon souls.

Lin Xuewei was the only one who escaped with the strength of the eighth-level Martial Sect.

He broke away from the devouring of the black 'color' vortex, away from the slashing of the demon soul, and retreated to the periphery of the black 'color' light shield.

Originally, he ambitiously led several Wind Demon Hall helmsmen to the Sunset Mountain Range, searching for the traces of He Wuxian, waiting for the opportunity to snatch the divine beast young dragon.

However, so far, not only has he failed to hurt He Wuxian's 'hair', but his own people have been wiped out, leaving only himself.

The incomparable anger and murderous aura made him almost lose his mind, and he couldn't wait to dismantle He Wuxi.

So much so that he didn't want to fight the demon soul at all, and after getting out of the vortex and devouring it, he fled out to find the trace of He Wuxian.

The black 'colored' light shield was filled with black mist demonic energy, and the eyes couldn't see anything at all.

Within the light shield, only rely on the divine sense to explore the surrounding scene.

He struggled to escape, unleashing his consciousness to the fullest, searching through the vast black mist.

Soon, when he searched nine hundred feet away, he saw three people standing on the edge of the black 'colored' light shield.

The three men, one was a big fat man, one was a white-haired boy, and the other was dressed in a black robe with a pair of six-winged wings.

"No hate!"

At that moment, Lin Xueyi was ecstatic, and a thick resentful look appeared in his eyes.

But at the same time, there was also unparalleled anger in his heart.

"Fuck, you little bastard! There were so many of us, we were almost devoured by that demonic spirit. This little bastard is standing out there and watching a good show!"

As soon as he thought of the wolf bèi he had just now, as well as his dead subordinates, and then looked at He Wuxian, the three of them, standing on the periphery easily and leisurely, Lin Xue's lungs exploded.

"Why don't you hate, take your life!

Lin Xueyi let out a low sigh, carrying the blood-red 'colored' scimitar in both hands, and a red 'color' flame erupted all over his body, heading towards He Wuxian.

However, when he galloped forward fifty feet, he leaped towards He Wuxian.

He found that He Wuxian was looking at him all the time, with a teasing sneer on the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, Lin Xueyi felt a sigh in his heart, and a cold air faintly appeared on his back.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and subconsciously thought that He Wuhate must have some 'treacherous' plan to ambush him.

As a killer, Lin Xueyi trusts intuition the most and will never act recklessly.

So he stopped abruptly, thirty zhang away, looking at He Wuxian from a distance.

"Little bastard! I've finally caught you, see where you're going!"

Lin Xue's eyes glared at He Wuxian viciously, and the corners of his mouth 'revealed' a cruel sneer.

However, He Wuxian ignored his words, and said to Tang Bao beside him with a smile: "Look, I'll just say, there must be stupidity|' forced 'to send it to the door' by himself. ”

"Look, isn't this guy coming from a trap?"

Tang Bao carried the huge Demon Sealing Axe, and looked at Lin Xueyi with a wicked smile on his face, with an expression of looking at a fool.

Lin Xueyi's arrival suddenly convinced him of He Wuxi's words.

It turned out that just half a quarter of an hour ago.

He Wuxian took him and Bai Yan and just fled to the foot of the mountain, but the peerless demon soul burst out with terrifying power, blocking the entire radius.

Subsequently, the peerless demon soul turned into a black 'colored' vortex, pulling and devouring all the martial arts powerhouses within a radius of thousands of feet to the vicinity of the vortex.

Only He Wuxian and the three of them were at the outermost periphery of the black 'colored' light shield, and they were less devoured, and they were not pulled to the side of the demon soul.

So the three of them stood on the outermost periphery of the black 'colored' light shield, so that they could take the pill 'medicine' in their spare time, recuperate their injuries, and sit and watch the martial arts sects and demon souls fight to the death.

He Wuxian made a bet with Tang Bao, saying that there would definitely be people who were greedy for life and afraid of death in the future, and they would flee to the periphery of the black 'colored' light shield.

Of course, Tang Bao didn't believe it, and decided that all the Martial Sects would be killed by the Demon Soul.

Therefore, the appearance of Lin Xuewei meant that Tang Bao had lost, so he admired He Wuxian's enemy opportunity more and more.

Lin Xueyi looked at the two of them talking and laughing, and when he learned that he was actually being bet on, he was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently, and a flame broke out in his heart.

In particular, He Wuxian and Tang Bao are just betting, how can there be any ambush?

The so-called 'treacherous' ambush was all caused by Lin Xue's frightening of himself, which made him so ashamed and angry that his eyes became blood-red.

"Why don't you hate, this seat wants to pick your skin!"

With an angry shout, Lin Xueyi could no longer stop the monstrous killing intent in his heart, and brandished his double knives and slashed towards He Wuxian.

Two dazzling flame swords, one left and one right, struck from the left, carrying a terrifying power of 800,000 catties, and directly cut He Wuxian's head.