In an instant, Song Yixing's body had been engulfed. He didn't belong to this world, and his understanding of this world was all from other monks, and it was incomplete at all, and he had very little experience in fighting between monks, so he didn't react to this sudden change.

Dongfang Weiming turned his gentle gaze, became very cold, looked at Mang Tianren, and said angrily:

"Demon Dao Demon Demon, how dare you do such a hurtful thing!" It was not angry because Song Yixing was in danger, but because it was angry because it saw the Yin Spirit in that Great Seal!

Others may not be able to see it, but Dongfang Weiming is extremely clear, and the Yin Spirits in that Great Seal are all living beings.

The so-called living beings are the souls of living beings that have not yet died. And this magic weapon of using living beings to avoid practice is to directly forcibly extract the soul of living creatures, erase their sanity, and then practice with yin and poisonous exercises, so that the yin spirit can absorb resentment and evil qi, become an unconscious killing machine, and finally be imprisoned in the magic weapon. And the person who is extracted from the soul can be said to be worse than dead.

And the creatures that lose their minds in the magic weapon will devour each other and absorb each other's spiritual power, and over time, the powerful creatures will become more and more powerful.

And this magic weapon is very weird, the limit of the power of the living soul will not exceed the practitioner itself, but it will not be much weaker or stronger than the practitioner, so that the backlash will not happen. But the terrifying thing about this magic weapon is not only that, as long as the practitioner keeps extracting living beings, he can create an endless army of living beings.

Righteous people hate such magic weapons to the core, and as long as they receive the news that anyone is practicing this magic weapon, whether it is true or not, they will definitely be attacked by a group.

On the other hand, looking at Mang Tianren's magic weapon, I don't know how many monks have been harmed to achieve such power.

"You have harmed so many people in the same way, aren't you afraid of too much cause and effect?"

Mang Tianren smiled compassionately, and then said arrogantly:

"I am a person in the Demon Dao, the master of the Hades Palace, how many people in heaven and earth can help me, what am I afraid of?"

"Demon Dao Demon, today I will remove this scourge of you for Tianxingdao!"

"You're not enough!"

Before the words fell, Dongfang Weiming slashed horizontally, and the golden sword flew out and slashed towards Mang Tianren.

Mang Tianren sneered, sideways to avoid the sword, and took the initiative to meet it. For a while, the two of them were fighting fiercely, and from time to time there were sword lights flying between the two, and dark green spells were stirring, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Looking at Song Yixing, who was devoured by the army of living beings not far away, that kind of scene makes people's scalps tingle when they see it.

I saw that countless dense creatures were converging towards one place, and the terrifying yin wind that was driven up engulfed there, so that people in the distance could only see the sharp claws and heads of living beings surging.

At this moment, Song Yixing in the middle of the creatures was embarrassed, and his divine power formed a protective light curtain, which was able to block the killing of those creatures.

And Song Yixing held the hand of the bone stick, and it could be seen that a stream of red blood was slowly flowing down. It was caught off guard by being scratched by the first creature to rush out.

In Song Yixing's awareness, his blood slowly flowed to the bone stick, and there were faint veins circulating above the bone stick, absorbing all Song Yixing's blood.

The sound of wailing, the sound of grinding teeth, and the sound of clattering bone joints and rubbing against each other were all in Song Yixing's ears for a while. Song Yixing had never seen such a battle, and he was a little at a loss for a while, and the cold sweat on his forehead also rose.

In the final analysis, Song Yixing's previous growth environment was too safe and too peaceful. Compared with Mang Tianren, he is not intended to be a bean sprout in a greenhouse.

However, Song Yixing still has things to do, he doesn't want to die like this, he still wants to avenge the person lying on Sunset Island, and he wants to see Ni Xue'er again!

Thinking of this, a powerful belief immediately surged into Song Yixing's heart, in short, he couldn't die.

"Ahh He didn't know how strong he was, and he wasn't sure how he was positioned, but at this moment he believed that he wouldn't be defeated.

"Brush!"

Song Yixing raised his hand and removed the light curtain, and those creatures watched the light curtain dissipate, and immediately surrounded them, wanting to tear Song Yixing apart.

At this moment, Song Yixing's body suddenly erupted with a victorious golden light. At this moment, he was as brilliant as the sun of the nine heavens. The moment those yin spirits touched his body, they suddenly turned into a breath of clear qi and drifted away. This scene is like ice and snow meeting hot magma and melting in an instant.

In the eyes of the outside world, the black mist composed of living beings was actually swaying, as if something terrifying was stirring in the middle, making the black mist surging all over.

And at this moment, Song Yixing was also waving his bone stick, Cui using the "Sun Sacred Technique" and the Yang Technique to fight against this gloomy ghost. The power of the Yang of the Sun Sacred Recipe seems to be the nemesis of these living beings, no matter how powerful they are, they are also naturally restrained, and they can't exert any combat power in the face of Song Yixing.

The divine light shot out, and every time Song Yixing waved the bone stick, a strong divine power burst out. In an instant, a bright figure rushed out of the black mist. He was armed with a bone club, and with each sweep, a large number of creatures were dispersed.

Mang Tianren, who was fighting fiercely with Dongfang Weiming not far away, was shocked when he saw such a result, and at the same time he was more heartbroken, it was a pain in the flesh. The creatures he had painstakingly accumulated for countless years were scattered by Song Yixing in this way, and the number of these creatures was still decreasing, at this rate, it would not take long for Song Yixing to wipe them all out.

That's tens of thousands of creatures equivalent to Mang Tianren's strength, and it's also one of the strongest hole cards in the Hades Palace. In order to get this strange treasure, Mang Tianren wanted to increase the foundation of the Hades God Palace, and finally took out such a magic weapon to suppress the scene, but what he didn't expect was that the strange treasure had not been taken yet, but he lost another heavy treasure first.

"No ......"

Mang Tian roared loudly, his eyes were red, and he was about to get rid of Dongfang Weiming and kill Song Yixing. But Dongfang Weiming is not an idle person, how can he get rid of it so easily.

The terrible screams came, it was the screams of the creatures, and the screams of the creatures at this moment were not half bloodthirsty, nor arrogant, but only endless fear.

However, Song Yixing did not stop, but still resolutely waved the bone stick in his hand, and every time the stick went down, a group of creatures turned into green smoke and scattered.

Careful people can find that those green smoke slowly condensed above, and actually formed one faint figure after another, those figures had no trace of anger, and their eyes were full of confusion. Then he looked at Song Yixing, who seemed to have an understanding. Those were ghosts, the embodiment of the souls of those who had been defeated.

It didn't take long for all of those creatures to disappear and turn into ghosts. Those ghosts looked at Song Yixing, their eyes were full of gratitude, and they floated towards Song Yixing. Song Yixing saw those ghosts flying over, and secretly cried out in his heart, these creatures were extremely terrifying, so they would not die......

However, those ghosts bowed deeply to Song Yixing:

"Thank you to this senior for rescuing us and helping us get out of the chaos. One ghost said.

"Huh?" Song Yixing was a little stunned, he wanted to kill those creatures, but he didn't expect to save those creatures.

At this time, all the people who saw this scene were a little incredible, they clearly knew how terrifying this kind of evil magic refining creature was, and they also knew that once someone became this kind of creature, it was almost irreversible to come back, but they didn't expect this Song Yixing to reverse so much at once. And this Mang Tianren is even more clear, all of this is what he has refined.

At this moment, Mang Tianren's expression was a little trance, but just when he was in a trance, Dongfang Weiming was more agile in his offensive, and he suppressed Mang Tianren for a while.

Everything that happened here at this moment was transmitted to one place, and it was five Taoist priests and Taoists, who were reflecting all this with an ancient mirror, teleporting the picture to another distant place.

Far to the northwest, there is a majestic mountain range, which reaches to the top of the heavens, and submerges into the clouds. The peaks of the mountains are surrounded by snow all year round, and 10,000-year-old ice can be seen everywhere.

And at the top of the mountain range, there is another place, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, and the Lingquan Waterfall is flying in the meantime, which is completely inconsistent with the surrounding scene, just like a fairy blessed land. In this blessed land, there are palaces and pavilions dotted among them, some solemn, some solemn, and some elegant.

In one of the largest halls in the center of the blessed land, an old man with white hair and a face that looked like a fairy wind dao bone had a light curtain in front of the old man with a serious face, and the projection above the light curtain was the battlefield of Song Yixing and others.

The old man's face was heavy, and he spoke towards the light curtain in front of him:

"Take care of this son, and if necessary, protect this person in the name of my Kunlun faction!"

And the group of clothed Taoist priests not far from the battlefield of Song Yixing respectfully clasped their fists and said: "Obey the decree of the master!"