The purple smoke formed by the Heart Erosion dispersed the Heavenly Dao Alliance in the center, engulfing all the crazy wolves, and after a while, the ground was already full of the corpses of the grassland wolves that had died miserably. The toxicity of the heart is so strong that it can be seen.

The wolves were wiped out, but the people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance could not leave, and this layer of purple smoke was not only their protective shield, but also bound them inside.

"It's interesting, but it's still useless. ”

This is Huang Qing's judgment on the behavior of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

It was indeed unexpected that the other party could use his heart erosion to deal with the invasion of the wolves, but from his point of view, this was just another way to seek death.

This purple smoke gathered but did not disperse, condensed but not released, obviously dealt with by the monks of the Hundred Grass Palace, but the reason why it was able to gather around the people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance was the strong control power of the cultivators of the Fa Sect.

Looking at the shape of the purple smoke, there should be only one Dharma cultivator who controls it, and forcibly controlling such a large area of purple smoke with one person is not an ordinary consumption of spiritual power.

No matter who the Fa Sect cultivator who made the move was, he admired the other party a little, and then took pity on the other party.

Compared to the cultivation of the cultivators of the Fa Sect, they may not be able to surpass the cultivator who manipulated the purple smoke, but unfortunately, there are hundreds of Fa Sect cultivators here.

A mountain of silver is, of course, worth more than a small piece of gold.

As long as their Fa Sect cultivators swarmed up, they would be able to easily and forcibly suppress the purple smoke back, and at that time, the people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance would taste the wonderful taste of Heart Erosion.

Thinking of this picture that would appear soon, Huang Qing's eyes became more and more pity when he looked inside the purple smoke.

He even pities He Bi, who is now fighting alone outside.

He was badly wounded, but he was still under siege.

The purple smoke shut him out, and no one could help him.

He was truly alone.

He Bi's face did not change at all, and he dealt with the enemy in front of him meticulously.

His condition was already so bad that with every punch, blood would spill from the corners of his mouth.

It was a trauma caused by the attack of the mind on the sea of consciousness.

The attack of the mind can be forcibly resisted with spiritual power, but He Bi's spiritual power is almost exhausted at this time, so such a tragic situation will appear.

But those Martial Sect cultivators still couldn't defeat him.

The tiger fell in Pingyang, but the sick tiger still had the power to come.

Huang Qinglang said: "He hall master, why do you have to trap the beast and fight?"

He Bi ignored it and kicked the face of the Martial Sect cultivator in front of him into a ball of paste.

Why bother to say anything, Lao Tzu is He Bi.

Bi Qiuye's laughter floated slowly: "Hall Master He, if you continue to resist stubbornly, my agency will kill the guy you want to protect." ”

He Bi still ignored it, and took a few steps under his feet, avoiding a sudden thunderbolt.

He could hear the dull voices of the people moving forward.

The machine people have no life, and the poison has no effect on them, Bi Qiuye's mechanism skills are superb, and they may already be able to compete with the master of the Thousand Machine Pavilion, once these machine people rush into the purple smoke, I don't know what will happen.

But at the end of the crossbow, he no longer has the ability to help his companions.

All he had to do now was to kill the seventh-order masters of the Heavenly Demon Altar as much as possible.

Seventh-order cultivators are not cabbages, they are already enough to become the elders and even heads of some second- and third-rate sects, since they are willing to devote themselves to the evil path, he will give them a good time.

He Bi became more and more courageous the more he fought, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

Until a voice was slowly suppressed.

"He Bi, come down. ”

This sentence is very understatement, the tone is not heavy at all, but it exudes an unreasonable confidence, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But it was such a sentence, as if pouring a basin of cold water on He Bi from head to toe, making his whole body stiffen suddenly.

Suddenly revealing such a big flaw in the battle is no different from seeking death, not to mention that most of the people in the Heavenly Demon Altar have licked blood from the edge of their knives, and none of them will be willing to give up the opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow.

However, not a single person made a move.

Because for them, the master of that voice is the real master.

The voice came again, as light as before, repeating the same words as before, as if to comfort a young and ignorant child.

"Come down. ”

He Bi raised his head silently, his pupils shrinking.

As far as he could see, a large number of machine men maintained a charging posture and rushed towards the purple smoke, and it would not be long before they would meet the cultivators in the ranks.

But that's not a reason for He Bi to be nervous.

What he was really wary of were those Dharma Sect cultivators who were silently casting spells.

They had already gathered enough spiritual power, and as long as they released it at the same time, the wind pressure set off was enough to suppress the purple smoke back.

This is the existence that poses the greatest threat to the people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

The voice rang out again.

"As long as you surrender, I can prevent them from dying in the Heart Eclipse, and even let them return to the Heavenly Dao Alliance safely......"

"Needless to say!"

He Bi waved his hand to interrupt his words, clenched his fists, and shot again.

"You're close to running out of oil, so why bother?"

In the voice that came again, there was a faint regret, and the murderous aura that covered most of this regret.

The voice didn't continue to come, and the terrifying pressure that clenched He Bi's entire heart finally dissipated.

And the moment that pressure disappeared, the attack from the cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Altar attacked him again.

......

Inside the purple smoke, Yu Luoxia could only vaguely see the scene outside, those miserable steppe wolves had caused a lot of shock in her heart, and those who were about to approach made her hold Mingxia's stick tighter.

There were also many Heavenly Dao Alliance cultivators like her, who focused on the machine people, but they didn't know that the real threat had arrived.

On the side of the Heavenly Demon Altar, in the north, east, and west directions, three huge spiritual powers converged into a hurricane vortex, completely engulfing the range of purple smoke.

The hurricane continued to retract, compressing the purple smoke inward.

In the center of the Heavenly Dao Alliance's team, Yang Ping and the nearby Fa Sect cultivators who were casting spells with him all spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The combined force of the hundred Fa Sect cultivators in the Heavenly Demon Altar was too strong for them to withstand at all.

The ground under Yang Ping's feet instantly cracked, and he roared: "Hold on!"

The others nodded silently in their hearts, gritting their teeth and holding on, not letting the purple smoke gather inward.

There were only thirteen Fa Sect cultivators in the team of the Heavenly Dao Alliance this time, and he was the only one above the eighth order.

Now he is under ten times as much pressure as the others.

However, everyone, including Yang Ping, knew that they could only insist on resisting, but they would definitely not be able to win in this tug-of-war.

Whether you can hold it or not, it's just a choice of whether to die sooner or later.

This is also what the cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Altar can't figure out.

You can't resist our suppression at all, so why do you want to die?

Even if you can resist our suppression, will you survive the trampling of the organists?

It's clear that both horizontal and vertical are dead, why don't you just refuse to die well?

The range of purple smoke is getting smaller and smaller, and the machine man is about to meet the Martial Sect cultivator who is blocking the outermost part of the line.

Maybe in the next second, what greeted everyone in the Heavenly Dao Alliance was death.

But maybe the next second, it's a turning point?

......

In the midst of the trapped beast's fighting, if you hold on for a second longer, you may usher in hope.

That hope may be slim, but if you don't stick to it, you'll never know if it exists.

The people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance had been holding out for a long time, far exceeding the expectations of the Heavenly Demon Altar.

So here comes hope.

On both sides of the purple smoke, there are two hurricanes.

So when the third hurricane suddenly rushed in, the originally barely evenly matched momentum collapsed in an instant.

At the same time, there is also the purple smoke that was originally the object of competition.

Under the cutting and devouring of countless fierce wind blades, this extremely poisonous purple smoke was wiped out in just a moment.

However, although the purple smoke was extinguished, there was still some residue in the venue, and the spiritual power stirring might have some impact on the people of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

So a handful of medicinal powder fell in mid-air, completely destroying the remaining Eroding Heart Powder.

Even the Wind Blade, which could be shredded by an ethereal existence like Purple Smoke, did not stop flying, but shot at those charging machines.

The wind blew by, and countless parts of the mechanism were scattered.

The dozens of people who rushed to the front were destroyed in an instant.

But after all, these wind blades have been consumed a lot, and they lack stamina, and after killing these machine people, they are eliminated, and the rest of the machine people rush up again.

So they were greeted with an incomparably powerful stick.

If a stick is knocked down, if it can be earth-shattering, how can it be stopped by a mere organ creation?

It is the famous one on the rivers and lakes, Monkey King.