The demon shadow is all over the sky, where can those disciples who have just passed the Jindan stage of cultivation be able to suppress the monstrous demonic energy.

It was just a blink of an eye, and more than half of the disciples in the field were killed or injured.

"Master Yue!" Tang Fugui threw out one magic weapon after another, barely protecting the disciples in his own door.

Yue Yiheng retracted his gloomy look, and his idle pen finally outlined the shadow again, and the crimson golden dragon raised its head to entangle the heavy demonic qi between heaven and earth, and attacked towards the huge demon shadow in front of Lu Yao.

The claws slammed into the Shadow's chest.

Lu Yao screamed, his eyes were already monstrous blood, the demon shadow soared again, and fiercely grabbed the crimson golden dragon, and in an instant, a strong wind visible to the naked eye rose from between the dragon and the demon shadow, and the whole earth trembled.

It was as if a huge wave crashed into each other, causing a monstrous wind.

A clear dividing line was formed between the black shadow and the crimson golden dragon shadow, each occupying half of the sky.

"Bang-"

Without warning, the balance in the sky was suddenly broken, and a black shadow poured down, smashing the entire altar to pieces.

Yue Yiheng's body flew out upside down, his face was pale, and he was obviously injured a lot.

Lu Yao floated condescendingly in the air, and he slowly raised his hand, revealing his weirdly white fingertips.

A drop of blood ran down his fingertips and slid down into the shadow, and in an instant, the shadow split into a thousand and pounced fiercely on the remnant disciple.

The disciples of the Dao Sect bore the brunt of the attack because they were the most numerous.

Monsoon Gray stepped forward, the feather fan in his hand turned into countless white wings, protecting the Dao Sect disciple in it, he turned his head and shouted at Cheng Yan: "What are you doing stunned! He was injured by Yue Yiheng, don't let him escape!"

Cheng Yan woke up like a dream.

He pulled out the heavy sword at his waist, stepped on the gravel, and rose in the air, swinging away the overlapping demon shadows with a sword, and holding the sword in front of Lu Yao.

Sure enough, as Monsoon Gray said, Lu Yao was at the end of the crossbow at this time.

If it weren't for the fact that the people present had ghosts in their hearts and deliberately allowed Lu Yao to kill, with Lu Yao's cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant, how could he take so many lives in the hands of a group of masters in the late Yuan Infant.

"Senior brother......" Lu Yao looked at Cheng Yan and showed a calm smile.

The others were still laughing, and dozens of demon shadows had already risen from under Cheng Yan's feet.

Cheng Yan's face was cold, his figure flashed, and he wanted to jump out of the encirclement of the demon shadow, who knew that Lu Yao was extremely familiar with his body technique, and Cheng Yan jumped into the trap that Lu Yao had laid a long time ago.

A ghostly shadow haunted him from behind.

As long as Cheng Yan moved, that demon shadow would kill him.

"A boy in the agile period, what to pretend to be in front of me. Lu Yao glanced at him disdainfully and got up to leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, a red-golden light passed through his chest.

Lu Yao's body stiffened, and the demonic qi in his body stagnated when it ran to the golden light and shadow.

He couldn't even use half of his demonic energy anymore.

Lu Yao subconsciously lowered his head and saw Yue Yiheng's cruel smile.

"Cheng Yan, kill him!" Yue Yiheng said in a loud voice.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and glanced at Lu Yao deeply, the heavy sword in his hand swung fiercely towards Lu Yao, who had no power to resist, and the sharp sword qi split the broken stone that exploded along the way into powder.

The heavy sword fell.

Lu Yao stood in the air, and the demonic energy wrapped around him slowly dissipated, revealing a face full of surprise.

Cheng Yan's sword failed to fall on Lu Yao.

At the moment when the sword light touched Lu Yao, a puppet talisman on Lu Yao's body suddenly floated out, silently but resolutely blocking Cheng Yan's blow for him.

The two of them looked at the falling puppet talisman, and their expressions changed.

"Cheng Yan!" Yue Yiheng didn't see the puppet talisman, but Cheng Yan withdrew his hand.

Lu Yao gritted his back teeth, the scarlet color in his eyes continued to rise and retreat, and his whole face was distorted terribly as if he was fighting against something.

"Division...... Junior ......"

"I don't have a senior brother like you!" Cheng Yan shouted angrily, and the heavy sword smashed down again.

This time, Lu Yao no longer had a puppet talisman on his body to block a blow for him.

The heavy sword pierced through Lu Yao's shoulder, and with a single stroke of Cheng Yan's sword, Lu Yao's body was violently sent out by the invisible sword qi.

Lu Yao's eyes widened suddenly.

Cheng Yan turned his back to everyone, panting, looking at Lu Yao with red eyes, and two lines of tears rolled out of his eyes as silent as a lake.

"Let's go—"

Lu Yao looked at Cheng Yan and yelled at him with his mouth.

Lu Yao's body trembled violently, the scarlet under his eyes faded, and he glanced at the sacrificial platform below with countless casualties almost in confusion, he saw Jiang Yuebai with an expressionless face, saw Yue Yiheng who was glaring at him angrily, saw countless frightened and panicked eyes, and also saw Cheng Huan who was supporting his body with the Cangming Sword.

Her white robe was covered with blood, and it was not easy to resist Cheng Yan's blow quietly.

Cheng Huan held the Cangming sword and slowly straightened up.

"Senior brother, don't look back. ”

Cheng Huan said silently.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, knowing that everything at this moment was not something he could explain in a few words, he gritted his teeth, turned into countless demon shadows, and fled in a hurry.

Cheng Huan only felt a surge of qi and blood in his chest, and his feet shook, and he could barely hold the sword in his hand.

A small hand was propped up on Cheng Huan's waist.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and his voice sounded behind Cheng Huan: "Cheng Huan, you bastard, you can stand it, your wings haven't grown hard yet, so you can learn to use puppet talismans from others." If this is Yue Yiheng's old thief, he will slap you to death. ”

Cheng Huan said angrily: "You are not good to stay in the Sword Sect in the spirit period just now, and you are here to join in the fun." ”

Ling Xiao supported Cheng Huan's body, which was more than a head taller than himself, and his breath panted slightly: "I have a senior brother to protect me, so you can be jealous." ”

Cheng Huan didn't say anything.

Ling Xiao realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know how to apologize by nature, so he thought about it, and simply slapped Cheng Huan on the back: "What are you afraid of, it's a big deal that I'll divide my senior brother in half of you-eh, why did you vomit blood, I just patted it gently." Cheng Huan?"

Cheng Huan was slapped by Ling Xiao and his blood was confused, the meridians in her body seemed to be burned by fire, the pain was unbearable, she stepped on Ling Xiao's feet fiercely: "Ling Xiao, your uncle." ”

"You're sick, let go!" Ling Xiao jumped up in pain and pushed hard behind Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan was already at the end of the crossbow, and he fell straight to the ground under this push.

Ling Xiao's face changed suddenly.

Cheng Huan seemed to have fallen headlong into a soft cloud.

It's a pity that Ling Xiao, the little rabbit cub, refused to let her be stable even in her dreams.

Something was babbling in her ear like crying and mourning.

Cheng Huan couldn't help but punch in his direction: "Shut up." ”

Ling Xiao was stunned.

The next moment, he pounced on Cheng Huan, and howled dryly: "Cheng Huan, you bastard, you can stand it!"

"Can you change the swearing tricks? Cheng Huan opened his eyes helplessly, and then was stunned.

Ling Xiao had a face in his early twenties, and his eyes were abnormally haggard.

Next to him, Jiang Yue sat on the edge of the bed with a blank face.

Cheng Huan was swept away by his eyes, and in an instant, the memories before the coma flooded into her mind, and she thought of the seal she had broken, and suddenly looked away with a weak heart.