Luo Xiao didn't really fall, and when his head was about to hit the ground, a clear dragon roar sounded in his ears, which made him wake up suddenly, and his hand bounced on the ground.

At this moment, Luo Xiao was unprecedentedly frightened, you must know that in the past ten years, his divine soul has been tempered by the fairy mirror, and every time he absorbs the immortal qi, it is the process of his struggle with the fairy mirror. Of course, this kind of "strength" is not "comparative" strength or true gang, but the soul. It can be said that the tenacity of his divine soul far surpasses that of a cultivator, and he has reached the realm of an immortal cultivator. Even so, he was almost hit, and what kind of existence did this roar have?

Thinking about it further, this roar is very far away, after such a long distance of attenuation, its power is still so terrifying, if you stand in front of it, what will be the end?

Even the six claws, who were not afraid of heaven and earth, were panicking, but the real dragon was the real dragon, although it looked panicked, it was not affected by the terrible roar at all, but woke up Luo Xiao with a dragon roar.

High energy ahead!

Luo Xiao immediately turned around, no matter what kind of fairy sword he had, whoever wanted it would go. The most precious treasure in the world, only the powerful live in it, and don't move forward if you don't have that strength.

Luo Xiao could still turn around and get out of danger, while Fang Jianyin and his party were miserable.

With the roar, from the strongest Fang Jianyin to the weakest Chen Xian, they all lay down, and none of them were spared. Fortunately, these people were all physically strong cultivators, and even though they lost consciousness, their bodies bumped into the sharp objects of the rocks, and their clothes were scratched a lot, they were not injured in the slightest.

Under the faint reflection of the falling fluorite, Zuo Chengyu and several others rolled their eyes, saliva overflowed, and their limbs twitched, as if a sheep was crazy; Zhao Xiu was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his essence and blood were constantly lost, and he dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye; Wen Ruyi, Long Fu'er, and others fell into delusion, constantly babbling, screaming, scratching and scratching, but they never woke up.

Gao Yangxun and Chen Xian slipped into a dark hole, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The best performer, only Fang Jianyin, not because his cultivation is the highest, but because he is a sword cultivator with a strong will, a clear sword heart, and no foreign demons.

This special practice of cultivating the mind actually has little to do with the level of cultivation. Some people have high cultivation and strong combat power, but their mood is fragile, and they are easily invaded by demons. Some people are not strong, but they are determined and indomitable, and it is more difficult to break such a will than to destroy their body.

Fang Jianyin half-knelt on the ground, holding his head in both hands, his head was about to explode, as if an awl was stirring his brain, he kept hitting the surrounding stone pillars and slabs with his head, blood burst out from the corners of his eyes, and every muscle in his body was trembling, as if he had been electrified. In just ten breaths, the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, and the bottom of his body was wet. At this moment, Fang Jianyin wanted to faint like the rest of the people, but when he saw the situation of those people lying on the ground, he didn't dare to faint no matter what, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

At the same time, the sound waves also penetrated the thick yellow sand and spread to the surface of the wasteland, and everywhere they passed, the electors of all ethnic groups who were fighting each other were like rice fields ravaged by a strong wind. However, it is basically not as miserable as Fang Jianyin and his party, with a serious direct coma, a mild headache and vomiting, and it will basically be relieved after a while.

These are all terrible consequences of the sound waves reaching the middle and far end of the roar, but what about in the center of the roar?

At this moment, in the central area of the strange roar, the blood mist was surging, the glow was dazzling, and at a glance, only a blood-colored giant sword loomed, and nothing else could be seen.

Suddenly, there was a clear roar, and a figure flew up through the fog, hovering in mid-air, with a hedgehog and a halberd pointing at the giant sword, shouting in anger: "This is not a fairy sword weapon spirit! This roar is a hundred thousand times more terrifying than a demon roar, this is, this is ......"

"This is a demon roar!" another figure flew up, and said to the red-haired old man with grief and indignation, "We have fallen for the plan of the demon and demon clans, gathering thousands of spiritual blood of cultivating truth, not to awaken the spirit of the fairy sword, but to the demon spirit attached to the body of the sword!"

The red-haired old man trembled, and glared at Mr. Feng: "You, you don't want to say ......"

Mr. Feng nodded his head in a deep depression and said in a trembling voice: "The demon god is reborn, the world is ruined, and we are all sinners......

"Hahahaha......" Two wild laughs came from his side, the great sage of the demon clan, Zhigong, the great venerable of the ghost clan, faceless, one short, one flake, strangely rose into the air with the rolling blood mist. Zhigong's wrinkled face has turned into a chrysanthemum, and he is very proud, while although Wumian is expressionless, his paper-like body trembles back and forth, obviously too proud.

"Feng Jiu Ge of the Heavenly Sect, Di Lifeng of the Hidden Sword Valley, one of you in the Qingdan Realm and the other in the Blazing Dan Realm are all powerhouses of the Immortal Cultivation Realm who are about to become Jindan Immortals, the mainstay of the human race, and the disciples of the upper sects who follow you, but they are here to help our demon clan and ghost clan resurrect the demon gods...... Hahahaha!" Zhigong laughed so hard that his teeth were exposed, and the foam was splashed on his faceless face.

Faceless didn't wipe it at all, because he had no facial features, it didn't matter if he wiped it or not, and let out a sullen ventriloquism: "But I won't thank you, it's the Fifth Demon God who wants to thank you, because the real sacrifice is you!"

Below shrouded in blood mist, a large number of people suddenly flew out, all of them were the elders and deacons of the eight great sects, and the lowest cultivation was all in the Flying Heaven Realm. At the same time, a group of cow ghosts and snake gods with strange appearances that scared people to death also flew out from the opposite side, hanging behind Zhigong and Faceless, and the two sides were in a confrontation.

However, whether it was Di Lifeng or Feng Jiuge, they didn't have the heart to do anything, not for anything else, just because of the faceless words.

The Fifth Demon God!

In the Great War of the Three Realms 10,000 years ago, the five demon gods were wiped out, and the fifth demon god was killed by the fairy sword.

After the fairy sword killed the fifth demon god, it was lost in the world, and after 10,000 years, I don't know how many strong people could walk all over the realm, chasing the whereabouts of this sword, and it was not until recently that it was discovered by Feng Jiuge. And in order to find the immortal weapon, Feng Jiu Ge didn't know how much information he consulted, how many folk rumors he collected, and how many peerless places he visited, and finally the will of heaven lived up.

Under the ecstasy, he didn't expect two things, one was that he didn't expect that the movement of the fairy sword would be so big, which alarmed the power of all races, so that digging the sword turned into a sword.

The second one didn't expect that the fifth demon god who was killed in ancient times was destroyed in the flesh, but the demon spirit was not destroyed, but it was only suppressed by the fairy sword.

Ten thousand years passed, and the immortal qi of the fairy sword was exhausted, and the severely injured demon spirit gradually awakened. This situation was sensed by the demon clan's great sage Zhigong and the ghost clan's venerable venerable who was extremely sensitive to souls, so they set up a bureau to serve the sword with blood, which was actually serving the demons, and awakening the sword spirit with spiritual blood, which was actually to restore the demon spirit with blood.

On the Terran side, in order to compete for the fairy sword, he didn't expect that the demon spirit was not destroyed, and as a result, he agreed to the battle of the four clans, so that thousands of Terran cultivators and elites served the demons with their bodies, and eventually became a big disaster in the world!

At the moment when the demon roar sounded, Feng Jiu Ge understood the cause and effect, and Di Lifeng and the disciples of the various sects did not recall the ancient things until they heard the terrifying name of the "Fifth Demon God". However, it was already too late......

"It's not too late! the demon spirit has just woken up, and its strength is weak. Please Di Lao, Zhujun and Feng join forces to attack the fairy sword and kill the demon spirit!"

With Feng Jiu Ge's chanting, Di Lifeng and the other Terran powerhouses were all shocked, yes! Now the demon spirit doesn't even have a physical body, and it is the first awakening, under the weakening of ten thousand years, there is not one in a hundred, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill!

However......

Roar –

The second roar sounded!