They felt their bodies weaken, as if a great force was being withdrawn from them. Their faces grew paler and their eyes became more and more hollow. They were powerless to resist, unable to escape, and could only wait for their anger to be completely absorbed in this terrible formation.

Their hearts were full of regret and pain, and they knew that they had fallen for the ancient clan of Difu. However, it is already a little late, they are already deep in it and cannot extricate themselves. They can only watch their life force fade away, and there is nothing they can do.

In this suffocating formation, their anger is being charged, and their lives are gradually fading. They closed their eyes in despair, waiting for their fate to be decided.

Mu Yu had already sensed in his heart that something was wrong with the ancient clan of the underworld. He was in the middle of it, as if he was in the middle of a great mystery, and he felt not only weird, but also deeply dangerous. At this moment, in the face of an inexplicable force, the surrounding crowd was like a puppet being pulled by the strings, one by one being sucked into life, and became like a walking corpse. However, he, like Ren Hua and Yang Xian, seemed to be excluded by this power and was not affected in the slightest.

Suddenly, an old man walked out of the ancient clan of the underworld. His face was as deep as a thousand years of ice, which was intimidating. Although his figure is rickety, every movement has a sharp momentum, and he is obviously a stunt. He slowly raised his hand, and an ancient and powerful force poured out of his body, attacking Mu Yu and the three of them.

It was a force that was both heavy and corrosive, like a whirlpool in the dark night, constantly devouring everything around it. Mu Yu and the others reacted immediately, dodging one after another, and at the same time preparing to deal with the next round of attacks from the old man.

This struggle instantly sparked chaos among the ancient tribes of the underworld. Screams, screams, and roars drawn by ancient forces filled the space in an instant. However, in the midst of this chaos, Mu Yu and the others were surprisingly calm. They were faced not only with the mystery of the ancient clan of the underworld, but also with the unknown dangers posed by the old man.

In the fierce battle, Mu Yu was in good shape, like a cheetah, and quickly shuttled among the ancient clans of the underworld. His eyes were resolute, and the long sword in his hand glowed with a cold cold light. He's in the midst of a fierce battle with a ghost clan at the pinnacle of the habitat who has escaped from the underworld.

The ghost clan was shrouded in darkness, and its body was erratic, but each attack carried a cold and cruel killing intent. Mu Yu concentrated to deal with it, his swordsmanship was like the wind, and the sword momentum was like a mountain, dissolving every blow invisibly. He approached with a thunderous force, and with a single sword, he slashed through the dark barrier and slashed at the ghost clan.

The ghost clan showed a look of horror under the sword light, and with the strength of the peak of the habitat, he couldn't resist Mu Yu's sword. At this moment, a stronger tremor suddenly came from the depths of the underworld. A gloomy voice echoed in the air: "Mu Yu, do you think you can defeat us?" ”

Mu Yu's eyes lit up, he knew that the real ghosts had been bred, and their strength even surpassed the peak of the habitat. He was fearless and swung his sword forward, but his heartbeat was unusually calm. He knows that this is his responsibility to protect his home and his loved ones.

The battle became more and more intense, and Mu Yu was similar in strength to the ghost clan, but he always had the upper hand. His swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and every attack carried endless power. In the end, he slashed at the ghost clan with all his might, completely destroying it.

In the dark underworld, Ren Hua was holding a fiery musket, majestic. Shaped like a dragon, he swiftly weaved through the ghosts, spear in his hand like a raging flame, illuminating the darkness around him. His gaze was firm, his demeanor was resolute, and he was faced with a cold, vicious ghost of the underworld.

The ghost of the underworld is tall and hideous. Its skin was like cold and hard bronze, dull and hard. Its eyes glowed green, as if it were about to devour a person's soul. It held a huge ghost axe in its hand, exuding the aura of death.

The duel between the two instantly triggered a violent collision of energies. Ren Hua wielded the flame spear, and each swing brought a burst of fiery wind, and the blazing air made the surrounding ghosts retreat. The ghosts of the underworld, on the other hand, wielded their axes, and each swing caused a cold wind, and the icy cold made everything around them freeze.

Ren Hua's figure flickered, avoiding the attack of the ghost axe, and at the same time stabbed the ghost of the underworld with a fire spear. Blazing flames flew out from the tip of the spear and pounced on the ghosts of the underworld like fiery snakes. The ghost of the underworld sneered, and slammed the ghost axe in front of him, instantly forming a dark green energy shield, blocking Ren Hua's attack.

The battle between the two intensified. Ren Hua relied on the blazing power of the fire spear to constantly fight back in the attack of the ghosts of the underworld. And the ghosts of the underworld used the death breath of the ghost axe to try to suppress Ren Hua's flame power. This duel is like a fusion of two forces, fierce and brutal.

His eyes were as hot as fire, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body. His heart was filled with love and fanaticism for fighting, which was like an irrepressible passion.

His body became extremely tough, like an ancient tree that had weathered the wind and rain, and still stood upright. His skin was as hard as steel, with a metallic sheen. There seemed to be infinite power surging in his body, which was his dedication and love for fighting.

He spread his hands, and instantly conjured up three heads and six arms. Each arm was like a dragon's claw, muscles swelling, and blood vessels were clearly visible. His body moves quickly on the battlefield, like a ghost, making it unpredictable.

A black flame erupted from his body, a flame from hell, blazing and violent. The black flames lit up the entire battlefield, intertwining with the cyan ghost fire of the ghosts of the underworld, forming a strange light.

Ren Hua fought with the ghosts of the underworld. Their forces collided with each other with a deafening sound. Ren Hua's face did not show any fear or retreat, only a love of battle and a desire for victory.

His three heads and six arms swung across the battlefield, each swing bringing a black flame. His body weaves across the battlefield, every movement is as swift as a cheetah.

Ren Hua's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and his three heads and six arms seem to be alive, automatically protecting the master. Each attack accurately hit the ghost of the underworld, leaving the goblin in agony.

The battle is getting more and more intense, and Ren Hua's fight with the ghosts of the underworld has reached a fever pitch. Their forces collided in the air, forming a series of powerful shock waves. The surrounding buildings were destroyed during their battle, and the entire battlefield was reduced to rubble.

But Ren Hua didn't flinch at all, he was like a ferocious beast, completely indulging in the frenzy of battle. His three heads and six arms seemed to have a soul, automatically cooperating with his attacks and defenses. Each attack brought a black flame, and every defense acted like a solid barrier.

The Ghost of the Underworld was shocked by Ren Hua's attack, and it found itself unable to resist Ren Hua's power. Its ghost fire was suppressed by Ren Hua's black flames, and its defenses were broken through by Ren Hua's three heads and six arms. It began to retreat, trying to escape the unstoppable attack.

But Ren Hua won't give it any chance. Like a beast chasing its prey, he quickly approached the ghost of the underworld. His three heads and six arms were like sharp blades, instantly piercing the body of the ghost of the underworld.

Yang Xian took a deep breath, and he knew in his heart that he was not only facing the ghosts of the underworld, but also a powerful force that could not be resisted. There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and he knew that he had to concentrate all his strength in order to fight against this dark force.

His hands quickly sealed, and the aura around him surged, and in an instant, his domain power, the Tianmu Domain, was condensed again. In this realm, Yang Xian is like a god who controls everything, and with his unparalleled will and courage, he tightly trapped the three ghosts of the underworld in the realm.

The three demons of the underworld struggled and roared in his realm, but they could not break through the shackles of this heavenly purpose no matter what. Their bodies were pulled by the force of the realm, as if they were being held tightly by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.

However, at the same time, Yang Xian also felt tired and weak. He watched as the three Hellish Demons were trapped in the Heavenly Eyes Realm, but his body could no longer move. He understood that his power was exhausted and he could no longer continue to sustain the realm.

At this time, he could only pin his hopes on Mu Yu and Ren Hua beside him. He stared at them and said in a weak voice, "I'll leave the rest to you." His voice, though weak, was full of firmness and trust.

In Yang Xian's Heavenly Eyes Realm, there was silence and slaughter. The three ghosts of the underworld fled around the realm, only to find themselves trapped in an invisible cage from which they could not escape no matter what. Their power seemed to be ruthlessly devoured in this realm, and the ghost claws that had been dancing with teeth and claws became pale and weak.

At the same time, the pressure on Mu Yu and Ren Hua was greatly reduced, and they felt the power of Yang Xian's domain. Their breathing was no longer heavily suppressed, but became lighter. There was a glint of hope in their eyes, because they knew that they were no longer alone in battle, they had companions, they had strength.

Mu Yu no longer hesitated, he knew that this was his chance. He flipped his hands quickly, black thunder and white thunder jumping between his fingers. There was a great power surging through his body, and his eyes were shining with a fierce light. He attacked the remaining ghosts of the underworld without hesitation.

Black Thunder and White Thunder are like two huge snakes, rolling and roaring in the air, and they staggered to attack the ghosts of the underworld. It was a mixture of destruction and revival, a collision of darkness and light. The remaining ghosts of the underworld were so insignificant under the attack of black and white thunder.

The Great War was about to break out, and Yang Xian's Tianmu Realm was filled with a fierce fighting atmosphere. Every impact, every attack, seemed to carve a deep mark on the field. It was a collision of tenacity and determination, a contest of courage and strength. And who will be the final winner in this big war?

Ren Hua is really desperate. Behind him, Nezha's golden-bodied martial soul shone brightly, and his appearance of three heads and six arms was full of momentum. With his determination to break the ship, he threw himself into this fierce battle without reservation. His movements are swift and precise, and every attack is resolute and decisive, as swift as thunder.

His three heads and six arms danced like a whirlwind, forming an impenetrable web of attack. Each of his arms is as flexible as if he has an independent consciousness, and he can change angles at will, no matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can attack without dead ends.

The two ghosts of the underworld in front of them seemed powerless under this violent attack. Their figures became blurred under Ren Huana's attack, as if they were torn apart by a powerful force. With each attack, their bodies were distorted in pain.

Ren has a unique fighting style, with three heads and six arms, the perfect combination of speed, power and skill. His every move is full of power and beauty, like a choreographed dance.

His eyes were firm and determined, as if nothing could shake his determination. With great perseverance and courage, he charged at those two ghosts of the underworld again and again. His figure appeared extraordinarily tall in the moonlight, like a mountain peak, firm and unshakable.

The battle was fierce and brutal, but Ren Huana did not flinch. The Nezha Golden Body Martial Spirit behind him shone brightly behind him, providing him with a steady stream of strength. His three heads and six arms swept out like a storm, and every attack carried endless power and determination.

Under his onslaught, the two demons of the underworld finally began to retreat. Their figures blurred in the moonlight, as if they were disappearing into thin air. Ren Huana seized this opportunity and rushed towards them with an even more fierce offensive. His three heads and six arms danced even faster, forming a web of attack from which he could not escape.

The strong man who attacked Mu Yu earlier was full of surprise and remorse in his eyes at this moment. He originally thought that through the secret techniques of the ancient clan of the underworld, he could gain great power to achieve his goals. But now, he finds himself nothing more than a tool being used by the Ancients, who use his thirst for power to make him a part of their plans.

He slashed at the ghost of the underworld in front of Mu Yu, a burly ghost with an abominable face. It has a cold and powerful aura that seems to freeze everything around it. However, at this moment, this cold aura could not hide the panic in his heart.

The strong man's sword light was as fierce as thunder, instantly piercing the air. But the ghost creature did not flinch, on the contrary, it opened its bloody mouth, bared its white teeth, and roared towards the strong man. The strong man's eyes lit up, and he understood that he had fallen into a life-and-death situation.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, triggering a violent shock wave. The surrounding trees and stones crumbled under this force and turned into a cloud of dust. And the battle between the strong man and the ghost thing also became more and more fierce in this dust.

The strong man wielded a large knife, each with a decisive momentum. He tried his best to kill the ghost. However, the ghost didn't seem to be afraid of his attacks, and every collision made him feel his strength draining rapidly.

Finally, after a violent impact, the strong man's body was pushed away by a huge force and flew upside down several feet away. His broadsword could no longer be held in his hand, only his eyes were full of exhaustion and helplessness. The ghost of the underworld, however, did not seem to be too harmed, and it roared and rushed towards the strong man again.

At this moment, the strong man has understood that he can no longer compete with this ghost. However, he is not reconciled, he is not willing to be used, he is not willing to become someone else's pawn.

The blood knife surrounded the strong man's side, it was a sharp murder weapon that had drunk countless lives, and the blood stains on it were not dry, and it flashed with a palpitating red light. Its owner, a strong man like an iron tower, his muscles as hard as carvings, his eyes were wide with anger, and an indescribable murderous aura rose between his eyebrows, like the north wind in a winter night, sharp and piercing.

Like a wild tiger, he rushed to the ghost of the underworld in front of him like a desperate man. His steps are steady and decisive, and each landing is like a declaration of his determination and strength. His hands clenched the bloody knife, and the tip of the knife cut a cold light in the dark night, with a cold killing intent.

The anger in the strong man's eyes was like a fire, blazing, and he was not afraid of any challenge. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the demon of the underworld. His roar echoed through the night sky, and the determination and anger in his voice was terrifying.

His battle with the ghosts of the underworld was like a raging storm that could not be predicted. When the bloody knife was waved, a bloody wind was set off. Every collision of blades is like a clash of two forces, shaking the air around them.

The strength of the strong man is like the frenzy of the sea, which cannot be stopped. Blood knives surround his side, like the claws of a cheetah, ready to tear through any foe who dares to challenge. His figure looked taller and more powerful in the moonlight, and the fierce murderous aura became more and more intense.

Mu Yu faced a group of ghosts from the underworld. Their countenances are distorted and terrifying, and their bodies resemble ghosts from hell, exuding an aura of death and decay. Their gaze was full of cunning and cruelty, as if they were enjoying this coming feast.

The sky suddenly cracked, and thunderbolts roared out of the clouds, with endless power and shock. Every thunderbolt was like the wrath of the gods, slashing at the group of ghosts. Mu Yu clenched his hands, gathering strength in his palms, his eyes firm and decisive.

The ghosts charged, waving their weapons and screaming. However, in the face of Mu Yu's thunder, their offensive was like a mantis arm as a car, and the fearless collision only brought the end of destruction. Thunder exploded above the heads of the ghosts, engulfing them one by one, leaving behind only patches of scorched earth and shattered weapons.