At the tail of Longhua Mountain, the four Supreme Elders of the Wanhua Immortal Sect stared at the five people of the Ghost Control Gate opposite with a resentful expression, and the nine people present all had the strength of the Divine Soul Realm, but because the other party had one more person, this upcoming battle was obviously very unfavorable to the Wanhua Immortal Sect.

And around the deacon's hall at the head of the dragon, the Yin Sky Owl and the Demon Brake Sanjue are leading more than 20 demon cultivators who are also the strength of the Yuan Infant to levitate in the air, encircling here. And the Fire Dragon Zi and other Divine Fire Gate monks are responsible for guarding the periphery to prevent any fish from escaping.

In front of the finely carved vermilion gate of the deacon's hall, the sect master Lu Jizi was leading eight Yuanying-level elders and more than a dozen Jiedan Dharma protectors to wait for him, He Lingfeng's master Wang Fugui and second senior brother Zhang Zimu were in the ranks. It's just that in the face of an enemy whose overall strength far exceeds their own, although these monks of the Wanhua Immortal Sect did not show even the slightest fear, but clenched their respective magic weapons with the same hatred and were ready to fight at any time, anyone could see the slight despair hidden between their eyebrows.

"Hmph! Wang Fugui, after saying goodbye back then, you still have improvement in cultivation, but, hehe, back then, you and I were quite cultivated, you were a defeated general under the old man, even if you catch up with the old man's cultivation realm again, you are not the old man's opponent today. Today, let's settle the past grudges together!" looked at Wang Fugui, who was squinting at him coldly with a pair of small eyes below, and said after snorting coldly.

"Hey, you guys are very good at paying lip service, if I hadn't been injured beforehand, and you old horseman secretly attacked, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose. However, I do have to make a conclusion today, which is quite to my liking. Wang Fugui straightened his belly and shook his head and said.

"Then let's die!" Seeing that the other party shook out the situation of the first battle in front of everyone, his face was a little unbearable, so he stopped talking nonsense at the moment, sighed deeply, took out the blood-colored long sword with a move, and moved his body again, and rushed straight towards Wang Fugui below.

"I'm afraid you won't make it, old horseman!" Wang Fugui still didn't give up on his mouth, spitting and scolding, but he didn't slack off at all in his hand, took out a black short sword, and as soon as the sword trick was drawn, he also slashed towards the cloudy sky owl that was rushing to attack.

And as the two of them, who are both in the late stage of the Yuan Infant period, took the lead in the war, the rest of the monks on both sides of the present also began to make their own moves, the Demon Dao side relied on the crowd of people, often two Yuan Infant masters fought against a Yuan Infant Elder of the other party, and the Sect Master of Wanhua Immortal Sect Lu Jizi was even more besieged by three people, although there were still more than a dozen Yu Dan protectors, but the Demon Dao only dispatched four people to resist these protectors, and the latter could only be able to protect themselves.

This is an extremely unfair duel, but in the cultivation realm, in the face of life and death, there is no such thing as fairness at all, there is only one iron law - strength is respected.

Because of the unequal number of people on both sides, this battle was not very exciting, and Wanhua Immortal Sect soon had a Yuanying Elder and three Jiedan Dharma Protectors falling, as a result, the rest of the same sect that was already struggling to support them was even more miserable, and the situation became more and more critical.

But in this regard, Wang Fugui has nothing to do, this time the sudden counterattack of the Demon Dao seems to have been planned for a long time, and it has been done without leakage, and it has not been noticed at all in advance, until it was discovered when it besieged Longhua Mountain and attacked the patrol disciples, and then although the mountain protection array was opened, it was nothing more than a delay of some time, after most of the forces of the sect were transferred to support Qingyang Prefecture, the only remaining forces in the gate were simply unable to deal with the other party's large-scale attack. Originally, the inner part of the door was relied on by the four Supreme Elders of the Divine Soul Realm, but the earth-shattering sound that kept coming from the tail of the dragon in the back mountain was obviously impossible to count on.

"This time, I'm afraid I'm really going to face the catastrophe of destroying the sect......" Wang Fugui was fighting with the Yin Tian Owl, and such a thought flashed with some uneasiness, but he was immediately forced by the opponent's fierce attack to deal with it wholeheartedly.

In the end, Yin Tian Xiao received the guidance of the Demon Bone Venerable, and the cultivation of the Xuandu Ghost Fire given by him, gradually suppressed Wang Fugui, making the latter more and more frightened the more he fought.

After a little more than a cup of tea, all the Yudan Protectors on the side of Wanhua Immortal Sect had been killed, and at the same time, two Yuan Infant Elders were killed in battle, but there was no loss on the Demon Dao side except for a few Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators who had suffered some flesh injuries. The monks of the Wanhua Immortal Sect also tried to break through, but there were many demon cultivators, even if they forcibly broke through one or two people, there would be others who would come to intercept them, and it would be useless, and everyone could only fight separately in the end.

At this time, Zhang Zimu faced the two Yuanying Demon Cultivators alone, and he was already overwhelmed, sweating profusely, commanding five sets of flying knife magic weapons, and was quite busy dealing with the attacks of these two enemies. The latter two seem to be deliberately playing with the prey that is about to be acquired, and only use magic weapons or spells to consume them from a distance, so that Zhang Zimu's eyes are lost but there is no way.

The two watched as Zhang Zimu gradually began to gasp for breath, his movements became slower and slower, and they smiled gloomily, and finally launched a fierce offensive, and at the same time urged the magic weapon to bully themselves, wanting to take the opportunity to kill Zhang Zimu in one fell swoop.

Zhang Zimu also knew that he was in a catastrophe, so he was ruthless, and injected all the remaining mana into five cold and shining flying knives, protecting them in front of him, and then gritted his teeth and waited for the two demon cultivators to approach.

The speed of the two people was extremely fast, and between the two breaths, they were within the range of Zhang Zimu's body, and at this time, they saw that the latter suddenly stood still after urging the magic weapon, but they felt that something was wrong, and they just wanted to attack after making a false move, but they saw that the five flying knives that had originally become a defensive posture suddenly shone brightly, and they became extremely dazzling, and then they suddenly burst open without waiting for the two to react, and the fragments of the flying knives flew randomly with the air flow of the explosion, injuring the two of them instantly, covered in blood, and flying backwards at the same time.

It turned out that Zhang Zimu actually blew up his natal magic weapon, and the two of them were caught off guard and suddenly suffered a big loss.

But at this time, Zhang Zimu's mana was almost exhausted, coupled with the backlash of the self-detonation magic weapon, his body was crumbling, and not far away, a demon cultivator who had just solved the opponent saw this, licked his lips, and a bloodthirsty light lit up in his eyes, and the blood-stained long knife in his hand was horizontal, and he rushed towards Zhang Zimu.

Zhang Zimu heard the whistling wind coming to his side, reluctantly turned his head, looked at the demon cultivator who was holding a long knife and went straight to him, smiled miserably, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but the next moment the demon cultivator passed by him, Zhang Zimu immediately stretched out his hands to cover his throat, and the red blood kept flowing out of his fingers, his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to shout, but his mouth could only say "ho~ho~" Blood then poured from his mouth, and he seemed to choke on his own blood and began to cough violently, splashing blood with each cough.

Zhang Zimu couldn't stand on his feet anymore, his fat body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and at first he was half-kneeling with his hands on his throat, but he only lasted for a moment and then fell face down, his body trembled slightly on the ground, and a large pool of bright red blood flowed out of his neck.

"Zhang Zimu!"

Wang Fugui, who was more than ten zhang away, was just panting and forced back the cloudy sky, and took this opportunity to take the time to take a look at the surrounding battle situation, and saw the scene of Zhang Zimu falling to the ground. His eyes were shattered, and he exclaimed in grief.

The cloudy sky owl also followed Wang Fugui's gaze and glanced at Zhang Zimu, who was lying on the ground and had not moved, but there was a smug look on his face, only to hear him laugh and laugh:

"Hahaha! Wang Fugui, it's your turn next, let the old man send you to reunite with your apprentice!"

"Cloudy Sky Owl, accept your life!" Wang Fugui suddenly turned his head when he heard this, his eyes stared fiercely at the Cloud Sky Owl as if he was about to breathe fire, word by word, and shouted in a deep voice through gritted teeth.

With that, he made a move of the black flying sword, and rushed towards the cloudy sky owl with a sinking face.