The faces of the gods in the hall changed greatly, but the Ero Demon Master didn't seem to be affected in any way, looking at 'Zhuge Chaohua' with a smile, as if the majestic coercion had no effect on it.

"Brother Erluodao, good eyesight!"

Zhuge Chaohua slowly raised his head, his originally pale and wrinkled cheeks, although they were still wrinkled, but they had a touch of ruddy and brilliance, and there was a touch of terrifying essence and vicissitudes in his eyes, as if he had seen through everything in the world.

His old words slowly floated out, and the wind and clouds blew through everyone's ears, but it made the hearts of all cultivators suddenly suddenly, and a chill that penetrated the bone marrow suddenly spread all over the body, give me a name.

At this moment, they could already see that although the 'old man' had changed greatly, his aura still belonged to Zhuge Chaohua, and they had known each other for nearly two hundred years, so they naturally would not be mistaken.

But at this moment, not only his expression, but also his voice and even his breath have changed greatly.

In particular, the majesty of the majesty that emanates from his body, as if the creatures in front of him, must bow their heads and bow their heads.

That feeling, even the Ero mages around him, did not show the slightest bit.

And what chilled them was that the 'Brother Mingkun Dao' in the mouth of this Erluo Demon Master had obviously occupied Zhuge Chaohua's body.

With his original cultivation of the Great Perfection of Transforming Gods, even though he had sufficient preparations before, how could he not let the strongest monks of the Great Perfection of Transformation of Gods feel cold and inexplicably frightened in their hearts?

What's more, a person who can be commensurate with the Heavenly Spirit Domain Dao Spirit Realm powerhouse, who is comparable to the Heavenly Spirit Domain Dao Spirit Realm, is not also such an existence?

Thinking of the Heavenly Wind Continent, even the strongest person in the past was just the Great Perfection of the Transformation God, but this time, two Dao Spirit powerhouses came together, even if it was only a clone in the Nether, this was really too amazing.

"Tsk!"

The Ero Demon smacked his lips absently, looked at the old man in front of him for a long time, and raised his eyebrows: "If you don't recognize you good-looking old guys, I don't know how many times I've died!"

"Huh!"

The old man Mingkun didn't seem to take the insult in his mouth to heart, but smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Erluo, you are still so sharp-toothed!"

"Hey!"

Ero Demon Master sneered, took a step forward, looked at the pagoda behind him, and raised his chin and said: "That thing, this seat wants it, get out of the way, this seat can also let your wisp of spirit leave, if not, you have to be ready to suffer!"

"Hehe, Brother Erluodao, don't you think this is too arrogant? The old man admits that there has indeed been some change this time, but what do you think you can do to me?"

The old man Mingkun looked at the Ero Demon Master with a smile, his eyes flashed, and there was no trace of fear, his eyes turned to the cultivators, and he pointed out: "Or do you think this group of juniors will help you?"

"Hehe, Xuan Mingkun, if they don't help me, will they still help you, an elder who even devours the souls of his loyal disciples without hesitation? Hahaha, what a joke!"

The Ero Magire smiled, rubbing his chin with one hand, and finally laughed at the head of the head.

What he meant between his words was that it was obvious that Zhuge Chaohua's divine soul had been devoured by this Xuan Mingkun.

Although the monks who heard this had already been mentally prepared, after they were really confirmed, the chill in their hearts seemed to have been magnified countless times in an instant.

This strong man from the upper realm really regarded the lives of his disciples and even his disciples from the lower realm as ants.

The blood sacrifice of the Erluo Demon Master to most of the living beings in the Northwest Demon Domain of the Heavenly Wind Continent was just for a trace of face, and this Xuan Mingkun, a strong man from the Heavenly Yuan Palace in the upper realm, did not hesitate to devour his soul and occupy his body after Zhuge Chaohua was injured.

It's chilling.

Although they had also killed many low-level cultivators for treasures, for their territories, and for their races, such actions were really a little unacceptable to this group of powerhouses.

"Two seniors, don't you think it's too early to say this now?"

Suddenly, everyone was silent, watching the two powerhouses incarnate into words and fight, Gui Xuancang took a step forward, slowly swept the two, and pointed to the door of the main hall, the thinner and thinner light curtain, and said in a deep voice The Mithril Throne of the Forgotten Realm.

When everyone heard this, they woke up in horror, and turned their heads to look, only to see that the light curtain was already dim, and it was obviously not able to withstand many attacks.

In the midst of the rumbling, bloodthirsty roars spread into the main hall, making the hearts of all the cultivators sink slightly.

There are a group of demons chasing and killing outside, and there are two old monsters inside who don't know how many years they have lived, but their hearts are cold and bone-chilling.

No matter what point it is, it makes this crowd, the strong people who stand at the top of the Tianfeng Continent, cold to the bottom of their hearts.

"Huh!"

"Hey, hey!"

The two were completely different, but they were both meaningful smiles, but they saw that Xuan Mingkun and Ero Demon Master were smiling at each other, and nodded with each other's eyes, as if they agreed to Gui Xuancang's words, and seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.

"That's right, these monsters shouldn't exist in the world!"

Xuan Mingkun swept over everyone with a smile and looked at Elo Magician.

"Existence is the truth, it's just that the timing is not right!"

The Elder Wizard shrugged casually, his voice sharp.

Seeing that the two of them were like this, all the cultivators twitched their cheeks involuntarily, and this was all at the juncture, and the two were still holding guns and sticks.

Boom!

But without waiting for everyone to think for too long, suddenly a huge roar spread out, and in an instant, an incomparable Senhan power rushed into the main hall, and then there were one or two, and they took the lead in jumping into as many as four.

But just as the remaining trolls were scrambling to enter, Weng Ran heard a loud bang, and saw several silver-yellow streamers flashing.

At the entrance of the main hall, the broken light curtain had risen again, instantly blocking the trolls who were scrambling to enter the main hall.

I don't know what this hall was made of, or if it has a special hidden forbidden protection, no matter how these trolls slap it, they can't damage its appearance in the slightest.

Roar, roar, roar!

As soon as the four huge blood-colored figures entered the main hall, they immediately rushed towards the cultivators, revealing a touch of crazy bloodthirstiness.

"Hurry up!"

Seeing Xuan Mingkun's activation talisman seal and seal the door of the temple again, the Ero Demon Master's face was calm, and he suddenly shouted.

Before the words fell, his body had already flown up like a roc spreading its wings, and with a single palm, he sacrificed a strange demon soldier like a hook claw, and slashed at a troll with a loud sound.

When all the cultivators heard this, their spirits were united for a while, and they did not hesitate to support each other, occupying a favorable position, and forcibly mentioned the mana in the meridians that were still faintly painful, and fought with several trolls.

The previous series of battles had already made them exhausted and exhausted, and although they had swallowed a lot of elixirs in the main hall, they had only recovered slightly.

Unrefined vitality enters the body and operates in the meridians, which is a great burden on oneself.

Fortunately, over the years of the war against demons, they have also experienced a life-and-death struggle, so they will not be overwhelmed by this burden.

Thundered!

This temple is extremely huge, and it has been ravaged by several trolls several feet high, and more than a dozen god-transforming monks have been besieged to the death, even so, the majestic aura has not caused the slightest damage to this temple.

Every time these energy streams hit the ground, the walls, and even the pillars in the main hall, a layer of ** pale golden brilliance would flash out, dissolving the energy that could seriously injure the early stage cultivator of the Transformation God.

As time passed, even though these trolls were in the late fifth order, under the leadership of the Great Perfection cultivators equivalent to the three great gods, they didn't last long, and they were surrounded and killed by a group of monks.

Without too much delay, all the cultivators hurried up and swallowed the elixir to replenish their mana.

Time is of the essence now, and any waste of time could lead to their fall.

In this space, they all have a good harvest, whether it is for themselves or for their backs, it will be of great help.

Although there are many unsolved mysteries, there is no longer the slightest greed for the pagoda treasures that Ero Wizard and Xuan Mingkun obviously want to compete for in the main hall.

They only thought about how to get out of this predicament and escape like this.

It's only for some reason that the cultivators are temporarily united in one place, but I don't know how long this cooperation can last, and what kind of changes will happen.

......

Boom!

The violent blue-gold arc turned into a power grid, instantly enveloping the entire body of a troll, and the arc wandered, emitting bursts of scorching stench, which was disgusting.

The troll let out an earth-shattering roar, a terrible roar that was deafening, but it still continued to pounce on Wang Mo without stopping.

In its huge blood-glittering eyes, there was only a bloodthirsty devouring meaning, and only by devouring the flesh and blood in front of him could its madness stop temporarily.

But it was besieged by the surrounding nine ghost creatures, even a fifth-order demon beast, and a fifth-order body refining cultivator, and each of them had the means to restrain it.

Even if its strength is not weak, it can only be hated on the spot.

Poof!

A flash of light flashed, and Wang Mo held the Cang Ying Halberd in his hand and passed straight under the troll's armpit.

In an instant, I heard the troll's terrible howl, and I saw that one of its huge arms was already flying in three dimensions.

But the strange thing is that at the incision of the flying arm, countless blood streaks poked out, linking the scapula to the scapula, as if to be pulled back, and it was about to be reconnected between flying and dragging.

In this regard, Wang Mo did not have any surprise, as if he was not surprised.

At the other end, the two blood demon souls had already rushed forward directly, grabbing and biting their arms away.

Qingpi waited for the golden red eyes, as if he wanted to step forward and snatch it, but as if he was afraid of the blood demon soul's large number of people', he had to hesitate, pounced on the troll, and bit a large piece of flesh from the root of his thigh, and swallowed it straight into his abdomen.

Hiss!

Suddenly, a terrible hiss flashed, as if something was hurrying towards this place.

Wang Mo, who was about to finish the trolls, made a movement in his hand, turned his head to stare around, and poked out his divine sense, searching carefully.

The bloody clothes and the eight demon spirits, as well as the green skin, did not hesitate at all, and still tore at the trolls fiercely, as if they were competing for food.

For alien beings like them, trolls with huge flesh and blood are really their unique delicacy, and they can even be called a great tonic for increasing their cultivation.

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