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Chapter 942: Withdrawal

Boom Boom!

On the battlefield, the sound of explosions came and went, and the thirty-six generations of the Holy Fire Sect Sect and those Nether Emissaries were in full swing and elated.

This group of old monsters, who have been depressed for at least a hundred years, can rarely move their muscles and bones again, and they are really like a group of children, playing lively and happy.

At this time, in a remote corner, with a loud bang, the thirty-seventh generation sect leader, Ouyang Feiying, was blasted off half of his head by the other party, but he also took advantage of the situation to pass a palm full of flames through the opponent's chest, burning and burning.

If this were in normal times, it would definitely be the result of the same end, but unfortunately, now that Ouyang Feiying is a dead person, there is no such thing as dying again.

Kerala!

The dust on the ground floated up and slowly flew onto Ouyang Feiying's head, quickly making up for the half of his lost face. The Nether Emissary on the other side was dumbfounded, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of grief and unwillingness.

"Surprised, surprised?"

Glancing at the other party with an evil smile, Ouyang Feiying said proudly: "I died a hundred years ago, and now this body is made of special soil." I played with you to end up together, and you chose to die together like me. But I can afford to pay it, can you afford to pay it? My head is broken, and a handful of soil will be repaired, and your heart is broken, what can I use to make up for it?"

Hmmmm......

He didn't speak, the other party just glared at him resentfully, and his mouth kept spitting blood.

"Idiot!"

Pouted his lips disdainfully, and finally Ouyang Feiying's arm shook, and the other party's entire body immediately exploded and turned into a fireball.

Seeing this, the other two Nether Emissaries not far away were horrified, and they all rushed over in unison, shouting, "These old monsters are all flesh condensed from earth-level earth attribute elements, and they are used to deal with earth-grade gold elements and wood elements. ”

"Ten top-grade wood techniques, poisonous thorn rain. ”

"Eleven-grade top-grade gold magic, purple gold demon!"

Whew......

Saying that, the two of them had already used their own life skills.

In an instant, countless thorns sprang out from the ground and meandered towards Ouyang Feiying, and a purple poisonous mist appeared in the entire air, covering Ouyang Feiying's entire body.

Ouyang Feiying shook his head with a smile, his eyes flashing with deep disdain: "Two old brothers, don't underestimate the strength of my former Holy Fire Sect Master. Although my body is condensed from earth-level soil, I use fire, one of you uses wood, and the other uses gold, and they all hit Lao Tzu's hands, hum. ”

"Twelve-grade primary spells, fire clouds fill the sky!"

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the terrifying flames immediately spread out like a sea tide, centered on Ouyang Feiying, and instantly submerged everything in it.

The poisonous mist and thorns of the two of them were also wiped out in this instant, including themselves, who were also burned by the surging fire, their bodies were scorching, and the spiritual power in their bodies was consumed a lot, maintaining the aura of protecting the body, so as not to be swallowed by this flame.

But before they could hurriedly evacuate this area, a fire shadow flashed suddenly, and with a wave of both hands: "Flame Chain Gun!"

Whoosh ......

A stream of scorching flame spears instantly shot the two into a sieve.

When everything subsided, Ouyang Feiying stood behind the two of them with a proud face, and the two of them convulsed violently, and they were already powerless to fall to the ground, and their bodies were completely charred.

Looking at this scene, and then looking at the rest of the places, the sassy and heroic posture of the former sect masters, the Poison King and other Guardian Dharma Kings couldn't help but have pride on their faces.

This is the heroic fighting posture of the previous sect masters, it is simply too powerful, worthy of the ancestors of our Holy Fire Sect.

The rest of the fellow martial arts were also stunned by the strength of these Holy Fire Sect Ancestors.

It is worthy of the ancestors of the world's largest religion, what a cow.

However, not long after everyone's hopes were raised, they saw a muffled bang coming out continuously, and the bodies of those former sect masters all burst open and turned into ashes, and only a phantom shadow floated in the air.

"Hey, what's going on?

Ouyang Feiying was about to fight, and he suddenly felt that his body was weak and had no source of strength, and he couldn't help but wonder: "No, could it be that Xiao Sanba has an accident? Or is he supplying us too much energy to hold on?"

Thinking like this, Ouyang Feiying looked into the air, but saw that Yang Feng's body was falling downward, as if he was injured, and he couldn't help but be even more suspicious.

How could it be? He was defeated?

"Holy Ancestor, what should we do, are we still fighting?"

Scratching his head, Ouyang Feiying asked the Holy Ancestor who had also turned into an illusion not far away. The rest of the sect leaders also looked at him in unison, their eyes full of inquiry.

The Holy Ancestor took a puff of the conjured Chinese brand cigarette, pouted impatiently, and said: "Still fart, do you want to exhaust your soul power, just like the kid in the soul sky, and disappear into the clouds? But people want to open it, go to accompany their son, what can't you think of, you want to cut yourself off here, withdraw and call it a day!"

With an order, the thirty-six phantoms turned into flames again, and they all flew towards Yang Feng's body and disappeared.

Yang Feng's body smashed on the ground, like a meteor, smashing a piece of land into a huge pit.

Seeing this, everyone in the Netherworld Temple suddenly saw their eyes light up, and laughed: "That Holy Fire Sect's monster has failed, his spell has failed, and the old monsters he summoned are all gone, see what else these ants can do, escape from our palms, and be distracted!"

"What should I do, Sect Leader Yang ...... him"

Those martial arts people frowned, and their faces became heavy again, including Mo Gaofeng's three peerless masters.

Although a group of Holy Fire Sect ancestors had just appeared and killed many masters of the Netherworld, but now with the remaining strength of the other party, he and the others were still not opponents.

Without the help of a peerless master like Yang Feng, they couldn't help any of these demons at all.

Deep uneasiness and fear once again permeated the hearts of everyone.

At this moment, the only prayer in the hearts of all the martial arts present was that Yang Feng could stand up again and protect them from the clutches of the Netherworld.

In the sky of the clouds, a black shadow flashed, and he came to Qiu Xiaotian with a face full of surprise, bowed down and said, "Congratulations to the Lord, for finally solving this lifelong enemy." Now this group of martial arts is the turtle in our urn. ”

"Withdraw!"

Without too much nonsense, Qiu Xiaotian made up his mind.

The man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know why: "Lord, you ...... What do you say, withdraw, why? We obviously ......."

"Withdraw!"

Roaring again, Qiu Xiaotian almost roared.

The current situation seems to be beneficial to the Netherworld Palace, but only Qiu Xiaotian himself knows in his heart that this is planned by Yang Feng. If they withdraw, the following people will be grateful to Yang Feng and be loyal to him, which will follow Yang Feng's wishes, and he will become his assistant and be used by him, which is the most unhappy and humiliating place for Qiu Xiaotian.

But he knew that if they persisted any longer and really fought to the death with Yang Feng, none of them would survive.

Therefore, among the two options of suffering a dark loss, saving face, or dying to save face, and finally losing all the capital, Qiu Xiaotian chose the former.

Although he lost both options, at least the former didn't lose too badly.

The deputy behind him didn't know this, but since the boss had spoken, the man could only act according to the order, and shouted: "All the envoys of the Netherworld Temple listen to the order, withdraw!"