"Who am I?" Little Daoist, I also want to know this question!" Looking in the direction where the voice came from, I saw the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan appear with a pale face!

At the moment when the demon fire was about to envelop him, Qing Yuan showed his body and fled from the demon fire, because the speed was too fast, it was this that left an afterimage in the same place, creating a strange illusion that he seemed to be shrouded in the demon fire and buried in the sea of fire!

As if it was due to distraction and Qingyuan's action, the strange situation when this demon appeared was much alleviated in the main hall!

Originally, when those warriors heard the magic sound in their ears, they all seemed to have been taken out of their minds, like walking corpses, and walked towards the demon, and then they were killed and devoured by him!

Now, due to the two of them, the magic sound seems to have weakened a lot, and the warriors in the hall, even if they are not awake, have stopped!

Just when this demon was jokingly sarcastic about Qingyuan, a *-shaped Buddha light rolled up the demonic qi and appeared out of thin air, sweeping away the magic sound in the hall, and replacing it with bursts of Sanskrit singing!

*Font Buddha light, as if descending from the sky, shining with glazed brilliance, towards the devil suppressed over! This * font Buddha light, is the Buddhism Shaolin town to teach a unique such as a style in the palm of God, is the wonderful monk's trick, the Buddha's light appeared, usually he comes, the end is extremely powerful, can wipe out all the demons and monsters!

Seeing this, the devil seemed to have expected it, and even the playful expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he raised his left hand again and grabbed it out of thin air!

I saw that the Buddha light suddenly collapsed in the direction of the demon's location, and then turned into a Taoist glazed golden light, as if he couldn't help himself, and rushed towards the demon!

At the same time, at the same time as this Buddha light rushed towards the devil, bursts of black demonic energy had already climbed up to the Buddha light, and the Buddha light was soaked in a strange forest!

The next moment, the Buddha's light turned into demonic energy, and along the left hand of this demon, he was firmly inhaled into his palm! And just as he was about to suck the last Buddha's light, a sharp sword that seemed to be able to cut the heavens suddenly appeared!

"Die!" Ling Yin's crisp voice was full of the swordsman's indomitable determination at this time, and with her light drink, the sword light in his hand, as if it was indestructible, stabbed fiercely along the left palm of the demon, and then turned around and stabbed towards his heart!

"It's done!" Ling Yin only felt that the sword in her hand sank suddenly, and then the feeling of the sword entering the flesh and blood, subconsciously rejoiced in her heart, and then she saw the monstrous sea of blood!

"Red Blood Demon Skill!"

The sea of blood suddenly gushed out from the place where Ling Yin stabbed the demon's sword wound, and with a single breath, Ling Yin's gaze was filled, making her vision all turn bloody!

But Ling Yin is the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the end, and her cultivation is thorough, if she wants to, she is afraid that she will be able to transcend the saint at any time!

Moreover, this red blood divine skill, he had not seen it, it was because he saw this, Ling Yin did not panic at all, the long sword in his hand rolled, and suddenly the sword light rolled back.

At the same time, Ling Yin let out another sharp roar in her mouth, and as the roar sounded, in her slender white palm, there seemed to be thousands of sword lights, bursting out!

The sword light burst out, and the sea of blood that suppressed the head and face was full of holes, but even so, this sea of blood still did not disperse, but mixed with the power of Qianjun, and slammed into Ling Yin's body!

Then, this sea of blood rolled up with Ling Yin, and rushed towards Miao Seng again, along the way, there were more than a dozen unlucky warriors, who fell into the sea of blood, and immediately covered in flesh and blood, and were turned into a ball of blood by this sea of blood, adding a bit of power to the sea of blood out of thin air!

In the sea of blood, Ling Yin triggered the sword light to protect the body, for the situation in front of her, in fact, when she stabbed the demon, she already knew, on the one hand, although the red blood demon skill was exquisite enough, but on the other hand, at the same time that Ling Yin stabbed the demon, she knew that the skill of this demon was far above everyone in the hall, even if it was taken to the outside world, I am afraid that it was an existence that could compete for the top ten supremes!

Now, the reason why he is fighting with himself and others in this palace is probably like the expression on his face, he is playing with everyone!

Attracting the sword light protective body, trying his best to keep himself from being dissolved by the sea of blood, then Ling Yin felt a pain in his back, as if something particularly hard had slammed into his back!

In this way, Ling Yin almost couldn't maintain his own body protection sword light, and suddenly one of the corners of his skirt was corroded by the sea of blood and turned into decay!

At this moment, Ling Yin only felt that behind him, a burst of warm and vast true qi poured into his body, and at the same time, there were bursts of Sanskrit singing, echoing in his ears, and suddenly the chief of the Heavenly Sword Sect knew that what he had hit just now was probably the bald head of the Miao Monk!

Sure enough, I only heard a somewhat embarrassed voice from behind, "Master Ling, the poor monk is sorry!"

Ling Yin is not a person who messes around, at this critical juncture, he just hurriedly said, "Master Hugh should take it to heart, the demon on the other side, I don't know who the demon is, the strong is afraid of people, the strength is unpredictable, I am afraid that it is comparable to the martial saint of the consummation realm, I am afraid that if we want to rush out of this sea of blood, I am afraid that it will be difficult!"

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Hearing this, Miao Seng was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, he was about to look in the direction where the Demon Sect was located, but what came into his eyes was just a sea of blood!

Subsequently, the bald monk hurriedly agitated the Buddha light in his body and separated the sea of blood from the two of himself!

"Sword Cultivator's junior, it's really interesting! I didn't expect that I would be able to see such an interesting thing as soon as I came here! I must have made up for it after eating you!" the devil said in a playful tone, as he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips!

"Do you want to eat sword cultivation, but I don't know if Your Excellency has asked me about the sword in my hand!"

This sword light is not comparable to the Dao-like sword light transformed by Qingyuan's yin and yang qi, nor is it like Ling Yin's incomparably powerful sword light, but it is full of mysterious colors, all this sword light is pure!

It seems that in heaven and on earth, there is only this sword, and there is only this sword!

Behind this sword, there is a young man with cold eyebrows and cold eyes, this young man is none other than Ximen Zhicha, who faced his own demons and penetrated into the depths of the main hall!

The brilliance of Ximen Zhichai's sword is dazzling and gorgeous, and it is the devil who is shrouded in demonic energy, and has been playing everyone in the palm of his hand, and he can't help but flash a cautious look in his eyes!

However, even so, this demon still looks like he wants to do whatever he wants, I saw him stretch out two fingers, and at the same time as he stretched out his fingers, the sword light of Ximen Zhichai also arrived!

Then, the devil laughed playfully, stretched out his hand and clamped it, and the sword that Ximen knew was chasing fell between his two fingers!

But even if this demon caught Ximen Zhichai's sword, his pure profundity, he couldn't hold it with his fingers!

I saw that at the tip of the sword, the brilliance skyrocketed, and a bright and flickering illusory sword shadow stabbed towards the head of the six yangs of the devil!