Lin Zixuan's back was cold, he stared at the normal person-sized demon shadows without turning his eyes, his heart trembled, and suddenly, he only felt the magic sound rolling in his head, like a ghost crying and howling, and there was a dull feeling of black pressing the blue sky and the white day.

He stepped back sharply, only to feel that his mind was much lighter, and the wall began to shake endlessly, filled with smoke and dust, and then, one by one, the shadows stood out, headless and legless, like ghosts hanging in mid-air.

Just listen to the sound of "swish", the shadow spreads rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a head grows, and curved double horns grow on the skull, and eight arms and four legs are born under it, so it's not scary!

For a moment, the hearts of the people were panicked, the cold man's face became solemn, and the long sword pointed at the demon shadow, ready to attack.

The black-shirted young man didn't care, his footsteps moved rapidly, his palms slapped continuously, and his moves kept changing in the air, and suddenly, the wind was blowing, flying sand and rocks, and endlessly.

"Huh"

His steps changed, his palms merged into knives, and he slashed horizontally, and the demon shadow was cut in half, turned into demon smoke, and fled in all directions.

"It's just a few ghosts, don't worry about it." Yan Haochen looked at the demon shadow that was easily killed, and felt a little more confident in his heart.

He threw a punch, and the fire element poured out from his arm, like a fire dragon wrapped around his arm, and the air around him became hot, and the fire fist was like a bamboo, unstoppable, instantly piercing its nearest shadow hole, leaving a shocking fire hole.

"Peng"

The shadow split apart and exploded......

"Brothers, these shadows are nothing more than papier-mâché tigers, let's destroy them first, and then fight for the Horcruxes." Someone shouted, and his body moved with it, shattering a shadow in an instant.

"Amitabha, hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha." Su Fucai said, leaning sideways, raising a kick and kicking it down, but it went straight towards the Shadow body, and then fell to the ground by inertia.

The Shadow looked at him fiercely, and with the eight arms behind him, he lifted it up and threw it at the wall.

"Hey, hey! I'll go for it, who deceived me, a monk. He rubbed his red and swollen face and complained.

Yan Danchen looked at Su Fucai's embarrassed appearance, and let out a "flutter" and let out a laugh like a silver bell.

Lin Zixuan stared at the demon shadow behind him, his hands quickly sealed, and the triple power of the blood spirit realm burst out, so he had to raise his hand and slam it down, shaking the air trembling, and the dazzling white light surrounded the demon shadow, like the erosion of the scorching sun, and in the blink of an eye, the demon shadow dissolved.

The cold man raised his eyebrows, took out his sword to kill forward, and the long sword flew up and down in his hand, stabbing, piggybacking, wiping, picking, splitting, shaking, and cutting, killing the demon shadow from various angles, and countless holes appeared on the demon shadow's body, and then exploded quickly.

The delicate woman's footsteps are light, and between the rotation of the skirt, a strip of colorful silk floats out of her sleeve, and when the silk flies, there is a colorful glow flickering, and after a while, she binds several magic shadows, and she pinched her delicate hand, and the silk became tighter and tighter, until the magic shadow turned into green smoke and dispersed.

Scuffle, an unprecedented brawl in the Demon Temple, is a war between humans and demons, no one noticed, on the wall, a seven-eyed demon, holding a mirror, looking at them with a cruel smile......

In the palace, the sword light and sword shadows, the sound of killing is endless, in just one hour, dozens of people fell in a pool of blood, the demon shadow lay on its body, hungry for the corpse, the corpse quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, only clothes and shoes remained.

"Horror, great horror!" Someone panicked, but he didn't notice that a pair of black arms had penetrated his body, and he tilted his head and suddenly lost his breath.

Li Yunlan's sword stabbed at the demon shadow, the sword qi broke through the air, and sneered, but only a few subtle stabbing marks appeared on the demon shadow's body, Li Yunlan frowned, and a strong sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

Compared to this, Yan Haochen seemed quite relaxed, the demon shadows he fought with were often burning at the touch of a touch under his ferocious flame attack, but more and more people fell around him, and those demon shadows rushed towards him one after another......

The black-shirted young man walked steadily, but his body was already covered with sweat, the aura in his body was already disordered, and the power of that punch was constantly weakening.

On the other hand, the delicate woman, her teeth and lips, her clothes have been wetted with a large piece, revealing a delicate body, Su Fucai was stunned by the bystanding, and only shook his head, and dodged the sharp blow of the demon shadow behind him.

"Do you really think your fat grandpa is a bully?" Su Fucai muttered, and his fists descended the mountain like a fierce tiger, blasting towards the demon shadow behind him.

In the other corner of the palace, a man and a woman, supporting each other, pacing, the man's eyes were full of tenderness, "Don't be afraid of poetry, with me here, no one can hurt you." ”

Suddenly, a demon shadow poured out from the wall, Li Yunxi's eyes were shocked, he hurriedly turned sideways, and decisively blocked the girl's back in front.

At this moment, a pair of white and slender hands turned a dark iron folding fan, and with a single shake, the wind blade cut to the throat of the demon shadow, and the demon shadow dispersed like smoke.

"Protect the woman in your hand!" Zhou Xuan glared at Li Yunxi, then turned around and killed the other demon shadow.

"Lin Xuan, it's not a way to go on like this!" Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes flickered, and the fire in his hand burned, pointing at the demon shadow that was killed.

Lin Zixuan nodded, he clenched his hands weakly, the white light around him condensed into a spear, and he stabbed hard, the light flashed, and the demon shadow dissipated.

"I know." He gritted his teeth and continued to ooze soul power outward, exploring the four walls.

Yan Danchen was anxious, she drank hard, the flames gathered into a sword shape, her clothes flew up, the fire was shining, the fire sword came out of her hand, slashed and killed the demon shadow, and then sat on the ground, her face was pale and weak.

"Hurry up!!"

Lin Zixuan's mind was thinking rapidly, and he endured the sharp pain in his head and kept probing.

Suddenly, when his gaze swept towards the mirror with a faint demonic aura in the hand of the seven-eyed demon, in his mind, an incomparably thick darkness poured out like a tide, and in just a moment, he had a splitting headache and pain.

Lin Zixuan gasped heavily, he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the fact that his dark element had already realized the fusion state, under that breath, he would definitely be washed away as an idiot.

At this moment, there was a starlight barrier on the wall, and the seven pure black eyes of the seven-eyed demon were oozing bright red blood, Lin Zixuan came back to his senses and hurriedly withdrew his soul power.

Looking at those seven eyes, Lin Zixuan only felt cold all over, as if his soul had been sucked away by him.

The starlight barrier was constantly distorted, the evil ghost struggled within it, the entire wall shook violently, everyone looked sideways, but they didn't see anything, even Yan Danchen, who was closest to him, looked at Lin Zixuan, it was inexplicable.

Lin Zixuan didn't pay attention at all, the pupils of his eyes turned into black and white bizarrely, and the black and white blood in his body began to beat constantly.

A faint suction force poured out from the black and white blood, and outside the body, it turned into a pair of invisible palms.

The palm of his hand passed through the starlight barrier, grabbed the mirror held high in the demon's hand, and retracted it into Lin Zixuan's body, these movements were as easy as probing for something.

Lin Zixuan looked again and found that the mirror he was holding had disappeared, and just as he was about to think, an ancient voice floated in the sea of consciousness in his body.

"The spirit of the husband is subject to the sky, and the skeleton is endowed by the earth, when the heaven and the earth begin, the void is not divided, the turbidity is not judged, but the chaos demon sea gives birth to a lotus, the lotus opens forty-nine sons, and the son absorbs the true qi of Hongmeng, and transforms into a soldier, one of which is called an illusion... Magic Mirror. ”