Song Xitong fell lightly to the side, and Yin Luo arrived in time, allowing her to avoid the attack from Mo Fan and the Jin people. However, after landing on the ground, looking at the tragic situation of Yin Luo being stabbed, he suddenly exclaimed, and two cold arrows condensed out and shot towards Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's heart shook, Wu Zi stayed in shock, and his wrist pulled out the magic weapon long knife with force, and retreated dozens of meters away. When he turned his head, he saw that the Jin man was still in place, trying to pull out the spear that had pierced Yin Luo.

Yin Luo's appearance has changed greatly at this moment, his bare skin has turned gray, his red hair is almost waist-length, his eyes are dancing with an inhuman bloodthirsty gaze, and his eyes are pressed on the magic spear with one hand, and his gaze falls on this Jin clansman.

"You...... Have you ever seen hell?"

Yin Luo's whispering voice, like the Nine Shadows Yama whispering in his ear, made the opponent's expression change, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, his eyes were ruthless, and he simply pulled out his spear to push hard, wanting to instantly nail Yin Luo in place.

The next moment, an incomprehensible scene appeared in his eyes, and Yin Luo's entire body suddenly turned into an unfathomable blood mist, which exploded with a "bang". Then, I saw a blood shadow instantly condense in front of the people of the Jin clan, and in the latter's horrified gaze, one hand turned into a claw and poked forward!

The shield condensed by the golden true qi had no effect at all in front of Yin Luo, who had almost become manic, only hearing a "snort", one arm penetrated the golden light shield, and instantly pierced into the chest of the person of the Jin clan, and pinched it fiercely.

"Red-Haired Shura ......"

An incredible light flashed in this person's eyes, and then blood spilled from his mouth and nose, his heart was broken, and all five of his eyes were shattered, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the vitality in his body slowly dissipated.

Pulling out his arm, the Jin man fell to the ground, instantly silent, looking miserable. Yin Luo's right arm was stained with blood, holding the spear that was still stuck in his shoulder, and pulled it out fiercely!

The blood mist gushing out instantly condensed on his shoulder, and not a drop fell.

"Mo Fan...... You shouldn't have made a move on her, and you'll be next!"

The color of madness flashed in Yin Luo's eyes, and at this time, he had forgotten to destroy the purple light cluster in the Five Elements Altar, and the speed was so fast that there was only a blood shadow left, which made Mo Fan's expression change greatly, and he swung his sword to resist.

Yin Luo's scimitar hung on his waist, and his entire body seemed to have become an indestructible weapon, and his fists and feet pressed up, forcing Mo Fan to retreat again and again, and blood also overflowed from his mouth and nose.

The golden light was surging, the blood was all over the place, Mo Fan was crying bitterly in his heart, feeling that he was not facing a human being, but more like a peerless beast, each blow carried a force no less than that of a mountain and a shattering earth, and his internal organs were trembling.

"Golden Armor Enma!

Mo Fan resisted for a moment, giving birth to a feeling of powerlessness, and if he continued like this, he was almost beaten to death by Yin Luo. I saw that his expression was straight, and the undulating red gold true qi around him suddenly burst out a few feet, and a golden armored figure instantly condensed.

The appearance was the same as before, but as the red true qi climbed up behind the golden armor figure, the huge golden armor figure suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, as if wearing a flame armor, dancing a flame long knife that was also illusory, and slashed towards Yin Luo!

"Jin Rui Flame, slash!"

Sharp and with a bit of a scorching sensation struck, Yin Luo's eyes were more powerful, and his body instantly turned into a blood mist, and countless blood and evil qi condensed, and it also turned into a monster with wings on its back several zhang in size.

"Shura ......"

Mo Fan's expression was complicated, looking at Shura, who was almost blood-colored, and only after a long time did he sigh, his expression became normal again, and he jumped into the air.

"Yin Luo! Let me see the power of your Shura!

Yin Luo laughed fiercely, and the transformed Shura opened his mouth violently, almost sweeping away the nearby true qi, and after all of it condensed into a ball of blood-colored energy in his mouth, it spewed out in an instant.

"Boom!"

Mo Fan's eyes were dull, looking at the huge pit that appeared on the chest of the golden armor giant, and as the cracks spread all over it, the red golden true qi dissipated.

When the Blood Shadow Shura went, he saw that although Mo Fan was not shocked, the red gold true qi was suddenly intertwined, and a large net suddenly condensed, heading towards the Yin Luo cover.

Yin Luo was furious, the endless blood light became more and more turbulent, and a steady stream of evil qi merged into the shadow of Shura, with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth, to kill Mo Fan.

The memory of being separated from Song Xitong and being chased and killed by the pursuers of the six clans surged in Yin Luo's mind. At this moment, he is alone, proud of heaven and earth, willing to incarnate Shura, just for the oath he made once upon a time!

"Yin Luo, I am willing to die for Her Excellency the Heavenly Maiden!"

In the blood shadow of Shura, Yin Luo suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and Song Xitong looked at it with a worried gaze, which made Yin Luo's heart even angrier, and he suddenly opened his mouth and roared.

"Mo Fan, suffer death!"

The scimitar, which turned into a blood-colored scimitar, flashed in the hand of the shadow of Shura, and was immediately held in his hand. The shadow of Shura shrank and shrank in an instant, as if it had been absorbed by the scimitar.

Yin Luo's figure gradually revealed, only to see that his face was pale, there were burn marks everywhere on his body, and the scimitar in his hand turned red.

Raising his arm slightly, Yin Luo looked at Mo Fan and waved it fiercely!

The half-moon-shaped blood-colored sword flew straight out, but instead of rushing towards Mo Fan, it directly rushed towards the purple light not far from him, and suddenly slashed through.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", the Five Elements Altar shook slightly, Gu Zhuo's complexion in the altar changed, and a jerky feeling came, which made him move.

On the other side, the withered leaves had already repelled another member of the Jin clan, and he squeezed the purple light cluster with one hand.

Gu Zhuo's expression changed again, but he lacked the skills of the clone, and the fierce power of the Peerless Black Dragon was much stronger than he expected, although he had the Five Elements Altar to consume, but now it seemed that it was no longer an expedient measure.

"Hmph, this guy Yimu is too cunning and just wants to grab benefits, how can the old man let you get your wish......"

Gu Zhuo muttered in his heart, his expression suddenly turned cold and looked at the Jin clan priest Yi Mu, and said coldly: "Yi Mu, if you can only bring me this help, when these people break the Five Elements Altar, not only will the clan weapons in your hands not be guaranteed, but even our lives will ......."

Gu Zhuo's voice came, and the embarrassed Yi Mu's face sank, such a battle situation was indeed beyond his expectations. Whether it was Yin Luo, Liu Zifeng, or the withered leaves of the Mu Clan, these young people all had strange methods and unparalleled combat power, which made him quite depressed in his heart.

I saw Yi Mu snort and nodded towards somewhere in the darkness. Immediately afterwards, I saw three figures flash and land beside Yi Mu.

Mo Fan was also surprised, he didn't expect that in addition to his own few people, the high priest actually had the means, and when he saw the three people who had just appeared, he looked at the dark golden masks on the faces of these three people, his heart jumped, and he shouted in a low voice: "The people from the assassination department ......"

In another place, Liu Zifeng was in mid-air, and countless yin qi was beside him, looking greedy, but powerless, as if there was something in his body that made the yin soul fearful.

However, Liu Zifeng was extremely anxious in his heart, and it was natural for the Yin Qi Vortex to sweep away the person from the Jin Clan. At this moment, he was like carrying a 10,000-pound boulder, and his steps were entangled by countless ghosts, and he couldn't take a single step.

Seeing that time had passed little by little, the Peerless Black Dragon transformed by the Absolute Nightmare had shrunk by half, but the black dragon summoned by Gu Zhuo had grown a little stronger, fighting with the Absolute Nightmare non-stop.

"What should I do?"

Liu Zifeng's heart was in turmoil, anxious, and when he looked at it, he suddenly felt a slight chill in his right arm, and the soul thorn seemed to feel his mood, and suddenly jumped.

"Soul Leaving Thorn...... Soul Gathering Force ......"

Liu Zifeng's mind was shocked, and he immediately remembered the "Soul Condensing Chapter" that he had just obtained in "Earth Ghost Technique", which recorded a technique called "Soul Gathering Force". At that time, he thought that this spell was the same as the effect of the Soul Separation Thorn, but at this moment, his heart moved.

"What will happen to these Yin Spirits if they cast the 'Soul Gathering Force'?"

The blue-black true qi flickered brightly and darkly, reflecting Liu Zifeng's face revealing a strange feeling. Fortunately, although he couldn't move his steps, his hands were unaffected, and he saw Liu Zifeng close his eyes and silently recite the nameless mantra.

As his voice as low as a mosquito sounded out, the Yin Qi Tornado, which was originally violent and almost out of control, suddenly stopped slowly, and the infinite Yin Souls surrounding his body also felt an inexplicable aura in an instant, and they all screamed and wanted to escape.

Within a few feet of Liu Zifeng's body, the air seemed to become viscous, and countless Yin Spirits were ordinary and deep in the swamp, just like Liu Zifeng before, crying and struggling but unable to move for half a minute no matter what.

On his right arm, the Soul Thorn suddenly woke up, swaying out of the sleeve of Liuzi's windbreaker, and flew in front of him, the dark light on the surface seemed to breathe, flickering and dimming.

The next moment, Liu Zifeng's face was pale, his eyes widened, his face seemed to be wrapped with a touch of black gas, the blue and black light around his body flashed, and he shouted loudly: "Gather souls!"

"Whirring ......"

As he shouted, like a ghost king wandering in the middle of the night, countless ghosts trembled, and their cries became even more terrible, struggling to escape from this land of right and wrong.

However, Liu Zifeng's eyes were dark at the moment, his expression became indifferent, his eyes fell on the Soul Thorn floating in front of him, and he said softly: "Go ahead......"

There was a violent shock from the soul stab, and then in Liu Zifeng's gaze, it rose half a zhang high again, and countless black qi sprinkled like a large net, enveloping all the yin souls within a radius of several miles, forming a black torrent, which instantly submerged into the black rod body.

A moment later, there was no trace of Yin Qi within a radius of several miles, and thousands of Yin Spirits disappeared at the same time, even the closest purple light cluster to him was destroyed. The Soul Thorn quietly fell into Liu Zifeng's hand, only to hear him whisper: "Netherworld, I see......"

After a long time, the black qi around Liu Zifeng's body gradually subsided, and a cyan light overflowed, his eyes regained his vitality, and he looked at the almost empty place around him where there was almost no trace of true qi, and he suddenly fell silent.

The surface of the soul thorn flashed again, like a naughty child, after eating and drinking, he was content to spoil him.

"What the hell am I?"

Liu Zifeng muttered to himself, a faint trace of exhaustion could be seen on his face, and he silently looked at the people who were still fighting not far away, and suddenly fell silent.