"Humph!"

The three Heavenly Demon Sect masters who had left empty-handed left to kill another Mahayana monk from the Hell Gate.

"Lord Dharma Protector!

Facing the siege of four masters of the same level, this Mahayana master of the Hell Gate had to cry out for help.

Unfortunately, there was still no response in the void.

It seems that the Dharma Protector has really fled!

"Poof!"

One of the only remaining Mahayana masters in the Hell Gate was cut off with a sword.

There were also two palms in the chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and it flew out upside down one after another.

But he saw that a master of the Heavenly Demon Sect grabbed his right hand, and a giant hand covering the sky appeared in the void and pinched him directly.

"Lord Dharma Protector, do you really want to die without help?"

The Hell Gate master was a little desperate.

He is a master of the Mahayana period, the catastrophe has passed, the future is bright, and he doesn't want to die like this.

But in the face of four masters of the same level, he had no chance to escape.

In the spatial rift somewhere in the void, a red-haired young man with an evil face was cold, without the slightest emotion.

Despite his youthful appearance, he actually lived for more than 4,000 years.

Facing the disciples of the Hell Gate outside calling for help, he didn't even jump his eyelids.

At this moment, he was carefully restraining his whole body breath, and he didn't dare to leak anything.

He had a premonition that if he went out, he would surely die.

It was his innate talent, and when he was a mortal, he had a keen premonition of impending danger.

After he entered the cultivation realm, this keen foreknowledge became more and more powerful.

For thousands of years, this mysterious ability of foreknowledge has allowed him to escape one catastrophe after another.

And today, he still believes in his hunch that he may die if he goes out.

Therefore, in the face of the slaughter of his disciples, he maintained absolute ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

Until......

Another Mahayana monk was killed, and the Mahayana master of the Heavenly Demon Sect who came to attack pounced on the disciples of the Hell Gate during the Tribulation Period.

This evil young man was a little anxious, if he let those four Mahayana monks join the battle of the Tribulation Period, it would be a one-sided slaughter.

The disciples here were found to have all exterminated and slaughtered a few words, and they were derelict in their duties.

Moreover, there is a person in this group of tribulation period who has a special identity, if he can't save his life, even if his strength is comparable to the three tribulation demons, he will be severely punished.

With a sweep of his eyes, this evil young man saw Mo Wudao standing in front of a group of distraction stage disciples.

"Wind Demon Palace Master, if you capture him as a hostage, the person in the shadows won't dare to move......"

This Wind Demon Palace Master was an important person on the other side at a glance, and he was closely protected by two Mahayana masters before.

This kind of treatment is not something that few junior disciples can enjoy in the Hell Gate.

And at this moment, in order to force himself to show up, this kid actually let two guards join the battle, which gave the protector of the Hell Gate a chance.

The sharp gaze swept around again, but still couldn't find where the other party's threat came from.

And a few of his own people were killed again, and the Dharma Protector knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

Seeing the opportunity, he jumped out of the spatial rift, and grabbed the palace master of the Wind Demon Palace who was leisurely watching the play.

Mo Wudao was also suddenly terrified in his heart, and the terrifying pressure suddenly came from all directions, making him unavoidable.

It's like heaven and earth, just him!

The Starmark Sword and the Tower of Babel jumped out almost simultaneously, forming two thick defensive rings to cover themselves.

"Click!"

The golden light of the Tower of Babel went out, and it was like the defense that was blocking the full force of the Combined True Monarch's attack, and it instantly cracked like tissue paper.

The Star Scar Sword cracked through the surrounding sword array, and it also stopped running uncontrollably, freezing in the air.

A white jade-like hand stretched out from the void and grabbed Mo Wudao's neck.

The power of scattering demons has no power to resist at all.

Dharma Protector, it's finally out!

The corners of Mo Wudao's mouth had a weird smile, and he didn't show any fear.

The Dharma Protector was slightly shocked in his heart, but the target was close at hand, and there could be no surprises.

Suddenly, Mo Wudao's figure disappeared, and an old man with white hair in plain clothes appeared in front of the Dharma Protector.

With a wave of his hand, he slammed his palm towards the Dharma Protector's chest.

Wherever this palm passed, the space was actually cracked layer by layer.

The Dharma Protector's face changed greatly, and he wanted to avoid it, but he found that he couldn't avoid the seemingly ordinary palm.

"Four Tribulations Scattering Demons!"

Lord Protector's face changed slightly, his liver and gallbladder were cold, he didn't dare to hide, and he couldn't dodge.

He knew very well that it would be worse to retreat and dodge than to take it hard.

The right hand turned into a palm, and the mana of the whole body was mobilized, and he took it hard.

"Boom!"

The space shattered, and the spiritual power surged, directly blowing the surrounding Wind Demon Palace disciples away.

Even Mo Wudao floated back.

"All disciples, step back a hundred miles. ”

Mo Wudao decisively ordered to retreat.

The demon scattering masters fought each other, and there was a forbidden area of life for dozens of miles.

The cultivation is too low, and if you get involved, you will die and die.

All the disciples who had cultivated to a low level immediately flew back when they were ordered.

The four Mahayana masters suddenly burst out with super combat power, and a few dodged and killed all the remaining Hell Gate monks.

When the Dharma Protector saw this, I couldn't be distracted at the moment.

In the face of a master who has cultivated more than himself for thousands of years, the slightest distraction may cost his life.

The Dharma Protector's heart moved, and he summoned a blood-colored broadsword.

Brush Brush Brush!

The three knives came out together, crushing through the space, and with a terrifying killing intent, they slashed towards the Ming Ice Demon Venerable.

Ming Bing Demon Venerable's face was calm, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, a black yin-yang fish appeared, directly sucking the three terrifying swords into it.

Then, he threw an ancient seal out of his hand and smashed it at the Dharma Protector of the Hell Gate.

The evil young man's pupils shrank, and the blood-colored broadsword in his hand was horizontal, followed by several consecutive slashes......

The blood-colored sword burst out and slashed at the ancient seal.

The ancient seal swelled into the shape of a small mountain in vain, directly shattering the sword of the Dharma protector and pressing it towards the small evil youth.

"Today, you will die here!"

Ming Bing Demon Venerable smiled slightly and spoke.

The Dharma Protector sneered, and the blood-colored broadsword swelled into a giant knife hundreds of meters long, resisting the mountain-like ancient seal.

"It's just four tribulations to scatter demons, and if you want my life, this means alone is not enough. ”

Ming Bing Demon Venerable was still smiling, his face was full of confidence, and with a pressure of his empty hand, Gu Yin Di spun up and pressed down suddenly.

The Dharma Protector stepped under his feet and directly crushed a piece of void, as if he had stepped on a piece of glass.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring God!"

The protector of this hell gate roared angrily, and the blood-colored broadsword in his hand suddenly erupted into a circle of blood-colored mist.

In the mist, thousands of ghosts roared, pounced on the ancient seal of the magic weapon of the Ming Ice Demon Venerable, and frantically tore and bitten.

"Huh!"

Ming Bing Demon Venerable's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he sensed it carefully, and roared angrily: "What a cruel method, you Hell Gate, you really shouldn't live in the world." ”

The thousands of souls that bit the ancient seals were actually refined by the living souls.

Moreover, in order to ensure that these living souls turn their grievances into strength.

These people will have to endure countless tortures before they can be removed from their souls.