These demon monks looked at the Seven Princesses one by one, their eyes were full of fanaticism, greed and fear, and they had deep respect, and their emotions were very complicated.

As soon as the daughter of the demon clan appeared, she didn't say half a nonsense, she immediately waved her hands and clapped her palms, making a giant palm print, attacking the golden light.

"Who else are you, don't hide them all, let's all go up together, this seat is all caught!" The Golden Scorpion King divided his hands, and the golden light turned into a giant shield, and at the same time resisted the attacks of the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan and the Feather Immortal Sect Huo Yuntian.

Huo Yuntian of the Feather Immortal Sect sneered at the Seventh Princess of the Demon Clan, and immediately used a more powerful trick to launch a fierce attack on him.

Huo Yuntian took out a big sword, as if it had no entity, thick flames came out from time to time, and even the void was slightly distorted, he slashed in the air, and suddenly the fire burst out, and without warning, one after another fire dragons appeared, rushing towards the Golden Scorpion King with lightning speed.

The Seven Princesses of the Demon Race were holding a cyan ball, which seemed to contain endless sea water, and after she pinched and urged it, she immediately spewed out thousands of cyan beams, and those sea waters emerged and flooded, rushing towards each other with overwhelming might.

"They are all people who rely on foreign objects, but Er'er!" The Golden Scorpion King clenched his fists with both hands, and blasted out repeatedly, his fist was like a mountain, like a wave, and it was extremely vast, colliding with the attacks of Huoyuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan, booming, bursting out with a dazzling light flame, and the void roared for it, twisting it like a piece of paper, refracting thousands of colored lights, drowning everything.

Not long after, Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan's attacks were rushed away by the Golden Scorpion King's fist and counterattacked them.

Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan's faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly resisted with all their might, banging.

Han Feng watched the battle of the three of them from a distance, secretly assessing their strength in his heart, comparing it with himself, trying to find out their weaknesses so that he could take advantage of them.

To be honest, Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan's cultivation have indeed reached the half-step psychic realm, but their physical bodies are not very strong, in this world of great pressure, they are congenitally at a disadvantage, and they need to divide part of their mana at all times to fight against the mysterious suppressive power here, so they can't exert their real combat power.

On the other hand, the Golden Scorpion King, he was born with divine power, and he has been in this dangerous place for a long time, so he has long adapted to the environment here, not to mention that after he reached the level of a half-spirit beast, his combat power was already better than that of a monk of the same level, so even if he was one against two, he also defeated Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan, and his face was anxious.

"Boom ......"

Another earth-shattering explosion spread, and Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan were both shocked back dozens of feet, breathing rapidly, obviously not the opponent of the Golden Scorpion King.

"Hey, it seems that if you don't show some real skills, it's hard to get your wish!" Huo Yuntian's mouth rose, revealing a sneer, looking at his expression, there was no fear at all.

After saying this, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, sprinkled on the big sword in his hand that burned like fire, and immediately radiant, a dragon's roar sounded from nothingness, and gradually spread throughout the sky, the fire condensed, and a big dragon emerged, looking up to the sky and roaring, it really made a roaring sound like a living thing, shaking the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, a large area of space was actually cracked, full of extremely black cracks, and the terrifying void wind swept in all directions, humming loudly.

There were countless sword qi around the flame dragon, cutting across the sky, sneering, drawing white traces, dense flames, adding a bit of its might.

The Seven Princesses of the Demon Clan also didn't hide her strength anymore, her hands quickly pinched the trick, and shot out one after another Dharma, and injected the cyan bead suspended in front of her chest, causing her light to skyrocket, and the sea water poured out, and every drop of water was as heavy as a mountain, shaking the sky and making it rumble spontaneously.

The blue light converged, the sea water dissolved, and a tall warrior figure quickly appeared above the sky, covered by cyan armor all over the body, full of a hundred zhang high, magnificent, looking extremely powerful, there was a feeling of wanting to open the heaven and earth.

The Golden Scorpion King's fist hit the flame dragon and the warrior figure, and there was no previous effect, and it was blocked by the flame dragon's claw.

The figure of the warrior stepped forward, raised his foot, and kicked it without hesitation, and the air immediately exploded, and the void cracked, and black light shone through.

"This is a little interesting!" The Golden Scorpion King was not surprised, his hands were folded, he silently recited the mantra, and the golden light rolled back, flowing back to his side like a tide, and condensed into a golden ** in the blink of an eye, although it was only ten zhang in size, it was surging and surging, disturbing the aura of heaven and earth!

He pushed forward with both hands, and the golden ** soared into the sky, reversed and downward, like a flash of lightning, and in an instant, he went to the flame dragon and the warrior figures, setting off a frenzy of energy to block their attacks.

Huo Yuntian and the Seven Princesses of the Demon Race tried their best to bless the Flame Dragon and the warrior figures, and constantly collided with the golden ** of the Golden Scorpion King, the wind was fierce, and all kinds of energy fluctuations raged in all directions, so that those monks of the Demon Beasts and the Human and Demon Clans had to retreat, and they didn't dare to stay around there anymore.

But at this time, the strong man who was hiding behind the human and demon clans before began to act, bypassing the battle area of Huo Yuntian and others, and secretly lurking in the past, obviously wanting to fish in troubled waters and steal the spiritual objects in the depths ahead.

This Golden Scorpion King is so powerful, the spiritual thing that he wants to promote his ascension should not be an ordinary thing, maybe comparable to a psychic thing, and it will have a great effect on cultivation.

Han Feng also secretly followed, following behind them, and did not rush to come out, not in a hurry.

In his mind, since it was a spiritual creature that could make the Golden Scorpion King break through the bottleneck, it was not so simple to think of its own combat power, and it was definitely an existence that could be compared to a half-step psychic.

The speed of their group was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they advanced a distance of five or six hundred zhang, circled behind the Golden Scorpion King, and then cut in, approaching the location of the spiritual creature.

In a moment, they saw a pillar of sand as tall as a mountain standing on the desert, towering into the sky, a water tank-sized epiphany-like spiritual creature rooted at its top, exuding a unique aroma, such as a rich aroma of wine, making people smell slightly dizzy, even if they are strong people who have surpassed the consummation of the knot, just because they came to the position of the spiritual object close to the front, the aroma has reached an unimaginable level, if the person who cultivates to a weaker level is close to here, I believe that he will be drunk directly.

The group of monks silently ran their own exercises, consuming their mana to resist the aroma, and slowly walked forward.