The roar echoed in the passage, as if thousands of huge drums were beating at the same time, and everyone was stunned for a while, and burst into a neat scream.

"Run!"

It was a very spineless move, and at the same time, it was almost impossible to happen, for these demon cultivators who had survived a hundred battles, there were not many people in the world who could make them feel afraid, let alone retreat after hearing the sound, panicking like a lost dog.

That voice can, that bird can, the sound appears at the same time as the firebird, what can the person who hears and sees it do but run away?

Elder Mu glanced at the ghost path, and found that the old guy's face was pale without the slightest blood, and said kindly: "I don't know who you are protecting the Fa, but do you need the old man's help?"

"Protecting the Dharma, what kind of Dharma, did I say it?"

Ghost Dao was stunned and asked, threw a big living person at him with his backhand, and shouted: "This is your person, the old man is gone." ”

After that, he didn't look at Elder Mu's face, his body was like flying away, and he didn't even look back. Behind him, Elder Mu was startled, and hurriedly came over to find that it was Yamu, and after a little inspection, he naturally understood what was going on, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

At this point, everyone has exhausted their strength, and it doesn't seem too important. Elder Mu casually put away the tooth wood and said to Yelian: "I haven't seen you for ten years, the fairy demeanor is still the same, and the old man is very impressed. Now that great changes are coming, the fairy might as well leave quickly and get out of danger in case of accidents. ”

When he went to the Taoist Academy, Elder Mu saw Yelian fighting fiercely in Dabi, and he regarded her as the same height as Xiao Shisanlang in his heart, and ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and when he met Elder Mu again, he found that he still underestimated her, and he sighed in his heart.

There are many elites of the Demon Clan's Holy Son, and there are many geniuses who are rare in a hundred years or even a thousand years, but no matter which Holy Son. If you compare it with these two, they are inferior. Xiao Shisanlang didn't say it for the time being, Yelian has advanced to become a baby in the past ten years, and now she is ready to break through again, and she will soon jump to the middle stage, who can compare with it.

See him ask. Yelian lightly replied: "Thank you for the kindness of the elder, the junior still has important matters to ask the Heavenly Elder for advice, and he can't leave here." ”

Elder Mu looked slightly and asked, "What's the matter with finding Brother Dao?"

Yelian hesitated slightly, and Elder Mu said when he saw this: "Don't hide it from the fairy, Brother Dao has already sacrificed Shouyuan on both sides for the peep into the sky, if it is for the sake of ......"

The name of the Heavenly Oracle is not only limited to the Demon Palace, but there are also many people in the spiritual realm who know its ability, seeing that Yelian is so persistent. Elder Mu subconsciously thought that she was trying to verify her luck, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but also happy.

Yelian seemed to understand what he meant, and said, "The elder has misunderstood, the junior just wants to inquire about a person's whereabouts, not for calculations. ”

Elder Mu was stunned again, not knowing whether to continue asking.

Yelian thought for a moment, smiled and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt to ask the elders, the juniors just want to know. This time, is there a Sansheng clan in the demon cultivator, and where is it now? ”

"Plop!"

"Oops!"

The night lotus smiled, like a holy lotus blooming in an instant, where can be described by the heavenly posture and the country, the passage that was originally filled with the aura of nervousness and fear instantly became cool and comfortable, and several demon cultivators flying down above collectively lost their minds. couldn't control the cultivation in his body, and plunged to the ground. Even Elder Mu himself lost his mind for a moment, and his heart was full of awe.

"Get out!"

Several of the demon cultivators were awakened, and they got up in disarray, and lost their souls, and the two young monks could not control their minds. I didn't forget to look back during the run, looking obsessed and ashamed, as if I had lost my soul.

Elder Mu took this opportunity to regulate his breathing, turned his head and replied softly: "There is indeed one such person, but she is a key criminal of the Demon Palace, and she stole into the Demon Spirit Continent, and now her whereabouts are ...... We don't know. ”

Ye Lian's eyes flashed slightly, and she frowned and said: "Since I know that it stole in, there must be some clues, if the elder can tell me the details, the junior will be grateful." ”

Elder Mu said: "There is no need to be grateful, this woman is a demon spirit, it is beyond the grasp of my Demon Palace, since the fairy has asked, the old man can not do his best." ”

As he spoke, he took out a jade slip casually, outlined a few strokes and handed it to Yelian, and said with a smile: "These are a few points we sensed before, I hope it will help the fairy." ”

Yelian took the jade slip, took it directly into her arms without looking at it, and bowed down again.

"Thank you for the success of the elders, and if there is anything that needs the service of the younger generations in the future, please say it clearly. ”

"The fairy is polite, it's just a gesture, how can the old man refuse. ”

Saying goodbye, Yelian didn't have anything to say, and stretched out her body and shot towards the other side of the passage, and Elder Mu behind her looked at her back with meaningful eyes, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

"Two tigers fighting? That's a good thing......

......

......

The people in the passage were panicked, but the top of the golden mountain was like a pot of boiling water, completely boiling.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, trapped in all directions, and at the moment of life and death, Brother Rousanne woke up from the initial shock and panic, and had to take out the finale hole cards and fight to the death with the coalition forces.

On the east and west sides, two Avatar Monks rushed out first, leading a team of 200 people to meet the opponent and start a fierce battle with it. Without anyone's command, seven great cultivators who were only one line away from the Transformation God formed a circle, and the two Transformation God Elders in the center pinched and cast a spell, and at the same time shot a star into the sky.

A crystal clear star.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, each of the seven crystal stars emitted two blurred rays of light, which were instantly linked together, slowly expanding towards the surroundings, forming a cone with a spire like a six-pointed star. The two avatars looked up at the opponent who pounced, their eyes showed determination, and they each slapped their palms on the chest, and their bodies suddenly stiffened.

"Out of the body, punishment!"

The two shouted in unison, and the two phantoms floated up from their bodies and rushed directly to both sides of the star array spire, and at the same time, the seven great monks followed suit, each offering the primordial god out of their bodies, filling in the gap between the stars.

In the blink of an eye, a cone-shaped minaret with two flat corners appeared in the sky, rotating like a hundred zhang lanterns, accelerating to form an upside-down vortex. Around the whirlpool, the Luosang group gathered around the spire, and each cast treasure into four tentacles constructed of supernatural powers, which collided with hundreds of sharp swords.

Countless ripples spread out in all directions, hundreds of flying swords were instantly strangled, and dozens of swallowtail sword cultivators vomited blood and flew back. Seven or eight of them had muddy bodies and a hole in their foreheads, but instead of blood, they were wisps of smoke of different colors.

"Simulating yin and yang, soul shattering, this is a forbidden technique!" For the first time, his expression was solemn.

The Demon Cultivator will ban the technique, how can Brother Luosang not understand, they have done it more thoroughly than the Demon Cultivator, not one or two people, but a few or more monks, even the physical body is temporarily abandoned, and the cultivation is forcibly improved to build a formation, and the power is even greater. When it is advantageous, no one wants to self-destruct and cultivate to cast forbidden arts. However, when the situation on the battlefield is reversed, and the demon hunter is faced with a situation like before the demon cultivator, it is good to use any forbidden technique.

In order to warn the people around him, Yan Shan shouted: "This formation is easy to break and not easy to break, if there is enough time to wait, they will not be able to maintain themselves; are equal to facing them all. After the old man tried it, you surrounded him from three sides. Each attack must not be less than 100 people. ”

Hearing this, the swallowtail group of cultivators moved, and hundreds of flying swords were divided into three echelons, attacking those frantically rotating tentacles in waves.

"Yanshan Ancestor, take me to the world and punish me!"

Two loud shouts came from the sharp cone, as if two sounds came from the mouth of a man, followed by a thick black and white light. With a piercing whistling and a breath of death, he shot towards the Yanshan Ancestor.

"The way of self-harm can also be called heavenly punishment? Yan Shan smiled faintly, his expression revealing a little disdain.

Since coming to the battlefield, Yan Shan's attention has been focused on Lord Ling alone, even if Brother Luosang used the forbidden technique to improve his cultivation. Nor did it loosen up for half a minute. He knew in his heart that if he ordered the Lord to do his best, only he could compete with him on the battlefield here, and that Mr. Big, who could be called a peerless genius in swordsmanship, was also inferior in strength due to his cultivation limitations.

But since the other party took the initiative to call for the formation, Yan Shan couldn't ignore it, he took his eyes off the battle boat, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand to the spire vortex to split the belt and hang it, and slashed out a sword with eighty percent cultivation.

Like the Lord of the Order, the ancestor of Yanshan did not dare to exert all his strength until it was absolutely necessary, for fear of causing a thunderstorm on the battlefield. His eighty percent cultivation has surpassed that of ordinary monks, and there are few people in the human world who can compete with him.

The red sun reappeared, and thousands of rays of light fell as if it were a small sun hanging high in the sky, and almost at the same time, the black and white qi rushed horizontally, shattering countless rays of light and colliding with the red sword.

Time pauses, action stands still, and thousands of drifting threads freeze in the air, like a frozen painting. The eyes of the people around him were glazed, and there were thousands of voices in their ears that sounded at the same time, as if there were nothing, and all kinds of expressions stiffened on their faces, and hundreds of monks stared at the brilliant sun in the sky in a daze, and their souls flew out of the sky.

Rumble!

Everything suddenly accelerated, the eardrums coaxed into a ball, Yanshan Ancestor's figure took three steps back, and a touch of amazement appeared in his eyes; the whirlpool with tentacles appeared a huge gap, and several figures turned into blood mist, and before they could fly, they were absorbed by the whirlpool and recondensed.

"I don't let go of my own people!"

Yanshan Ancestor scolded sharply, and then ordered: "Slowly take the picture, the old man will not use the sword again." ”

He realized that it would not be easy for him to completely break through this vortex, and in order to retain his strength against the Ling Lord, he had to leave it to others to face.

Hundreds of sword cultivators responded when they heard this, forming three jianzhen and moving slowly, and the momentum of advancement was no longer as fast as before; on the contrary, the monk Luosang in the whirlpool was shocked by Yan Shan's sword, and he also paid the price of the death of several monks, and he also put away his arrogant thoughts, and had to patiently start a maneuver with the group cultivators.

The situation on the side of Sword Cultivation has temporarily become a stalemate, not to mention the other sides, on the side of Mr. Big, which has the smallest number of people, the demon hunter envoy even began to organize a counterattack, although he paid countless blood and lives, the situation was finally stabilized.

However, everyone understands in their hearts that this is just an expedient measure, a temporary self-preservation strategy that can only be obtained by fighting for their lives, as long as this period passes, what awaits the demon hunter is the same fate as the demon cultivator, and it is likely that the whole army will be destroyed.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the Lord on the ship to make a decision.

"Clumsy tricks, what's the trouble. Ling Zhu looked in the direction of the demon cultivator's escape, the corners of his eyes twitched as if they were being pulled by a few threads, and he sneered and muttered to himself.

"Send the star talisman, wait for this seat to plant trees, and stick to the golden mountain!"

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...... (To be continued.) )