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It was very different from before Yun Xiaoye and the others left, this ancient altar sealed behind the bronze giant gate had undergone tremendous changes.

Hundreds of braziers around have been lit, except for the thick amber money tree, the white bone demon dragon has long been gone, I think the white bone demon dragon and the candle dragon fought a few days ago, and they were all devoured by the candle dragon, and there were not even a few bones left.

The empty altar, as bright as day, is a little less desolate than the past, and a little more popular.

Hundreds of cultivators dressed in different costumes of the Demon Sect surrounded a group of Nether Sect disciples who were far inferior to them, led by the elite disciples of the younger generation of the Demon Sect who were now famous all over the world.

Ghost boy Qin Daoyi, blood boy Ren Ruthless, dream fairy Bai Feifei, Yimiao fairy Shi Shaobei, and Ke Xingyun, an outstanding disciple of the Yin Soul Sect.

After a day-long hard battle, the Netherworld Sect relied on the complex terrain in the belly of the Blood Yin Mountain to resist the invading enemy, but the disparity in strength was too great, and it retreated while blocking the attack, and finally, all the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, from the elder sect master to the ordinary handymen, were forced into the deepest ancient altar.

There were originally nearly a thousand people in the Netherworld, but at this moment there were less than a hundred, and almost all of them were colored, with fear, despair and tiredness on their faces.

Sect Leader Master Qinghu had a pale face, holding a strange magic weapon of a round thing tightly in his hand, leading the last dozens of people under his door, leaning against the lake money tree, in a dying struggle.

Around him, the corpses of at least thirty Nether Sect disciples lay silently, their blood already drained, never to wake up again.

In a very dark corner farther away, the huge evil beast Candle Dragon was entrenched, and its huge body made those Demon Sect disciples afraid to approach.

Standing on the head of the giant snake was a masked woman dressed in black.

Shura!

Not far from the candle dragon, Han Xuemei stood alone, holding the Xuanshuang Divine Sword in her hand tightly.

Not long ago, Shi Shaobei and Ke Xingyun both ventured into the altar abyss to look for the treasure left behind by the possible ghost king Xue Tian, but after the two of them went down, they only found an unfathomable huge cold pool at the bottom of the abyss, and also found Han Xuemei, a righteous disciple who was chased by strange fish.

The strange fish was extremely powerful in the water, plus the Shura who later fell into the abyss, the four of them joined forces to kill the strange fish in the water, and searched for several hours in the water, but they did not find any hidden treasures of Xue Tian, let alone the figures of Yun Xiaoxiao and Xiaoya, and in desperation, the four of them could only return to the altar for the time being.

Thinking about it, after the defeat of the Demon Sect thousands of years ago, it was immediately divided, and most of the elite disciples and elders of the Netherworld Sect were worshipped, in order to avoid the pursuit of the righteous path, they all entered the Langya Water Pavilion to hide, but unexpectedly, all of them died inside, and no one survived. The specific location of the Langya Water Pavilion is unknown.

If it was easy to find, the Nether Sect would not have fallen here.

After all, there are four volumes of Heavenly Books and Strange Texts left by the predecessors of the Ghost King Xue Tian, and with these four volumes of Heavenly Books, it is not known that the Netherworld will restore the glory of the ancestor in the world thousands of years ago.

And at this time, the last power of the Netherworld Sect has been compressed into the altar, which can not be said to be an irony.

The two sides fought to the death in the altar for a long time, and each suffered losses, until Shi Shaobei and the other four flew up from the bottom of the abyss, and this big fight ceased.

Han Xuemei was still wearing a hat, and everyone couldn't see her appearance clearly, only Shi Shaobei, Ke Xingyun, and Shura knew her identity, and the other Demon Sect disciples didn't know that the woman with the hat standing not far from the candle dragon was Han Xuemei, a disciple of Shushan who had recently entered the Barbarian Temple with the righteous path cultivators.

If he knew, where would he give Han Xuemei a chance to breathe?

Shi Shaobei didn't say anything, it was because of Yun Xiaoxie's relationship. Shura and Shushan are also inextricably linked, and they did not reveal Han Xuemei's identity.

As for why Ke Xingyun was unexpectedly silent, Han Xuemei didn't expect it.

Han Xuemei knew that she was afraid that it would be inevitable today, facing so many Demon Sect disciples, as well as Qin Daoyi, Ren Wuru, Bai Feifei and other elite disciples of the Demon Sect whose cultivation was not under her, it was absolutely difficult for her to cope with the escape alone.

She was prepared for the worst.

At this moment, the minds of the disciples of the five major sects of the Demon Sect were focused on the remaining disciples of the Netherworld Sect, but no disciple paid too much attention to her, thinking that she was with Shura and came from the Barbarian Temple.

Shura, who was standing on the candle dragon not far away, shook her veil slightly, and looked at the lonely Han Xuemei from time to time, the pair of crystal pupils behind the veil flashed with strange brilliance from time to time, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

It's quiet here, but it's not quiet in the middle of the field.

After the disciples of the five major factions of the Demon Sect besieged the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, the two sides fell into a confrontation, and neither had the intention of making immediate moves.

Bai Feifei of the Hehuan faction said with a smile: "I never thought that there are not only many caves in the belly of this inconspicuous Blood Yin Mountain, like a labyrinth, but there is also such a hidden and strange place at the bottom, which is very amazing." ”

Blood Condensation Hall Ren sneered ruthlessly: "Yes, it's really amazing, but what's even more remarkable is how Miao Fairy and Senior Brother Ke came here one step ahead of us?"

Bai Feifei said: "Ruthless brother, haven't you noticed, as soon as we attacked the belly of the Blood Yin Mountain that day, Sister Miao and Senior Brother Ke disappeared, it seems that the two of them are thousands of miles away from this southern Xinjiang Death Land, not for the sake of plotting big things, but for the things in this mysterious altar." ”

Shi Shaobei stood in front of the group of Yin Spirit Sect disciples, sneered on his face, and sneered: "You don't want to sing and make people feel that the two of you have a good relationship, hmph, I'm here for this, so what? ”

Bai Feifei's face sank, his smile disappeared, and he said slowly: "What a ghost sect, it seems that your ghost sect has long had bad intentions." ”

Shi Shaobei snorted and said, "Don't button your hat indiscriminately, it's not good for anyone to tear your face here." ”

After speaking, she glanced at the group of people from the Yin Spirit Sect around her.

Wu Jiu, the sect leader of the Yin Spirit Sect, can be regarded as a strange person in the world, but on the issue of inheritance, he is inferior among the five major factions, the six sons and six fairies in the world, and the other four major factions of the Demon Sect have young disciples squeezed in, but only the Yin Spirit Sect has no disciples to come forward.

In the past few decades, Wu Jiu, the sect leader of the Yin Spirit Sect, has secretly cultivated several characters with good qualifications.

The leader of the Yin Spirit Sect this time was a young disciple who had never appeared in the world, named Hao Menglai.

This person's ghost dao thaumaturgy was unfathomable, and in the previous few shots, he did not reveal his true cultivation, which made Ren Wuru, Qin Daoyi and others in the same industry quite jealous.

At this moment, Hao Menglai saw Shi Shaobei's eyes looking at him, he had no expression, and his pale skin was like a scholar who had just recovered from a serious illness, giving people a feeling of extreme weakness.

The purpose of his trip was also this cave altar, but it was a pity that he got lost in the labyrinthine cave in the belly of the mountain after leaving the battle circle at that time, unlike Shi Shaobei and Ke Xingyun who came here directly.

He said lightly: "What Miao Xianzi said is reasonable, this was the place where my ghost Dao ancestor and ghost king's predecessors obtained the Tao, you demon sect disciples don't know that this place is pure and normal, if you have to distinguish between the ghost sect and the demon sect here, hehe, hehe......"

He sneered, and the feeling of not smiling made people's hearts chill a little.

Qin Dao frowned, and after taking a deep look at Hao Menglai, he coughed lightly and said, "Don't quarrel over this little matter, the top priority at the moment is to solve the matter of the Netherworld Sect." ”

He is a disciple of the Demon Lord Mu Qingyang, and the Ancient Demon Sect prides itself on being the first faction of the Holy Sect, although in the past hundred and ten years, the Ten Thousand Qizi of the Blood Condensation Hall has firmly suppressed Mu Qingyang, but as the person in charge of this trip, Qin Daoyi's words, everyone suddenly couldn't say anything.

Only the Blood Condensation Hall Ren who had always been dissatisfied with the Ancient Demon Gate smiled coldly, took a few steps back, and also gave Qin Daoyi this face.

As soon as Qin Dao saw that he came forward, he immediately suppressed the internal strife, and he was a little proud in his heart. However, this person is very deep in the city, and his joy and anger are invisible.

He glanced at Shura, who was standing on the Candle Dragon in the distance, and said loudly: "Shura girl, you are the elder of the Temple Guarding the Xuanhuo Altar, and your status in the Holy Sect is far superior to ours. ”

Shura didn't speak, but her veil shook slightly, and the candle dragon demon snake, one of the two major guardian spirit venerables of the Demon Sect under her feet, began to spit out letters, facing Qin Daoyi, and it seemed to all the disciples of the five major sects of the Demon Sect present.

Ordinary snakes spit out a slightly sharp sound, but the candle dragon is different, it is huge, and the sound of spitting is similar to a hoarse and low thunder, which echoes in the ancient altar of the Black Witch Clan.

Except for the hundreds of Demon Sect disciples and Shushan disciples present, Han Xuemei, who had seen the candle dragon in the battle of the Demon Barbarian Temple not long ago, had never faced this barbaric demon with a long life span at close range before, and was taken by the momentum of the candle dragon demon snake for a while, and their faces changed slightly.

The dream fairy Bai Feifei's wonderful eyes wandered, staring at the black-clothed woman standing on the head of the candle dragon, and a trace of unknown jealousy crossed the depths of her eyes.

That's right, it's jealousy.

Although she is an outstanding young disciple of the Hehuan Sect and one of the six immortals who are famous in the world, compared to Shura, who guards the Holy Sect's Xuanhuo Altar and guards the Holy Sect's classic Heavenly Book, her status in the Holy Sect is naturally slightly inferior.

Women are jealous creatures.

Bai Feifei is rarely jealous of other women, because other women have what she has, and what other women don't have, she also has.

In her heart, looking at the world, the young fairies who can be compared with herself, except for the love fairy Han Xuemei of the Shushan faction and the Yunshuang fairy of the Kunlun faction, she looks down on other well-known young fairies.

Including the wonderful fairy Shi Shaobei in front of him.

But now she found that in the world, she was not unique, at least the Shura who controlled the Spirit Venerable Candle Dragon was no worse than herself, and there was a faint tendency to surpass herself.

Seeing that Shura ignored Qin Daoyi's words, she sneered: "Senior Brother Qin is right, according to the identity, the Shura girl is respected here, since the Shura girl has driven the Lingzun Candle Dragon to the edge of the 100,000 mountains in the south and the southwest of the Dead Ze, I am afraid that the Great Elder has an order to convey it to us juniors." ”

Shura looked at Bai Feifei, who was beautiful and unmatched, dressed in white, and finally spoke for the first time.

Said slowly: "I was indeed ordered to come, but this time your five major factions came to the southern frontier and killed the ancient altar deep in the depths of the Nether Sect, even if I say anything at this moment, it can't change the ending that has already been set in your hearts, in that case, why should I say more?"

Bai Feifei said: "Oh, then you really want to watch from the wall and not interfere in the affairs here?"

Shura looked up at the altar dome and said slowly: "I, Shura, have been guarding the Xuanhuo Altar for ten years, and I have never asked about the factional disputes within the Holy Sect, if you have to say something, I can only say that the Netherworld Sect is now in decline and cannot complain to others, when the Netherworld Sect was at its peak, all the large and small factions within the Holy Sect were not all swallowed up by the predecessors of the Ghost King, this is a world where the weak eat the strong." But ......"

She changed her words and said lightly: "However, after all, the Netherworld Sect led the Holy Sect to glory in the past, even if you are removed from the world today, I don't want to see you bully more and less." ”

Qin Dao's face froze, and he looked at Shura deeply, seeing that Shura was still looking at the dome, he looked at Ren Wuru and Bai Feifei again.

Shura's words couldn't be more obvious, there were less than a hundred disciples of the Netherworld Sect in front of him, and all of them were injured, while the five major factions of the Demon Sect still had more than three hundred people, and they had a great advantage in numbers.

Now Shura's meaning is that it is okay to eradicate the Netherworld Sect, but it cannot be fought with more and less.

Bai Feifei's face softened, and he nodded slowly to Qin Daoyi and Ren ruthlessly, and the expressions of the two were also relaxed.

The sudden appearance of Shura driving the candle dragon here was something they did not expect, and Shura's appearance represented Mr. Ghost and the Savage Temple. Although the sect masters of the five major factions had never taken Mr. Ghost, a family slave with three surnames, in their eyes in private, Mr. Ghost was the Great Elder of the Holy Sect after all, and if he insisted on protecting the Netherworld Sect, they really didn't dare to come hard.

Shura's Taoism is unfathomable, and there is the Lingzun Candle Dragon that can swallow a hundred and ten people in one bite, and it is still himself who suffers when he moves.

Now that Shura has spoken, it represents Mr. Ghost and the Temple.

Most of the elders and masters of the Nether Sect on the opposite side have already died in battle, even if they fight one-on-one, they are ten levels sure that they will strangle all of the Netherworld Sect.

Compared to Qin Daoyi and the others, the face of the Netherworld Sect Sect Leader Qing Fox, who was standing under the amber money tree, was like ashes, and the faces of the disciples behind him instantly became extremely ugly.

When they saw Shura and the Candle Dragon appear in the ancient altar, they thought that the Great Elder of the Temple was going to help the Netherworld Sect survive the thousand-year tribulation in front of them.

Now Shura seems to be deliberately standing by and watching, is it true that the thousand-year-old inheritance inherited from the Ghost King Patriarch is really going to be destroyed today?

At this time, Qin Daoyi slowly walked forward a few steps and faced the Green Fox Venerable.

He said slowly: "Uncle Qinghu, you also heard the words of Miss Shura, and now that the overall situation has been decided, I will ask you again, whether to descend or not." ”

The Venerable Green Fox's face was cloudy, and when he looked back, the remaining disciples around him all showed fear and hesitation on their faces, obviously life is precious, and most of the people here don't want to die.

He hesitated, the situation in front of him was unsatisfactory, and there was no chance of turning the tables. If it doesn't fall, all the disciples of the Netherworld Sect will be buried here today.

It's falling, and maybe there's a glimmer of life.

He is usually a person who is usually Checheno, timid and afraid of things, and in the past hundred years, he has been completely walled in the Demon Sect, and even most of the disciples of other small sects of the Demon Sect look down on him.

But if it really falls, the thousand-year-old foundation created by the ancestor will be destroyed, and from then on, the three words of the Netherworld Sect will be completely removed from the world.

A hundred years ago, in the Great War of the Righteous Demons, his mentor was seriously injured, and when he was dying, he passed on the Netherworld Sect in the wind and rain to him. I don't want him to carry forward the Netherworld Sect and restore the thousand-year-old prestige, I just want him to run the Netherworld Sect so that he won't lose the thousand-year-old foundation of the ancestor.

In the past hundred years, despite the opposition of the sect people, he has migrated the Netherworld Sect from the Western Regions to this southern Xinjiang badland. To everyone in the Demon Sect, they all nodded and begged for satisfaction, just for the oath they made in front of the ancestral master's spiritual throne.

But now?

Could it be that the patriarch's thousand-year-old foundation was really lost in the hands of his unfilial disciple?

After a long time, his momentum suddenly weakened, as if he was a hundred years old in an instant.

With a long sigh, he glanced at the disciples of the sect who were less than 100 people around him, and said hoarsely: "That's it, that's it." Since the death of the Ghost King Patriarch Immortal, my netherworld lineage has long existed in name only, and it is also a miracle that I can survive this thousand years, I ......"

He didn't speak.

"Master!"

Liu Haoyu, his most valued disciple, couldn't help but scream, and his bloodshot eyes swept over the faces of Qin Daoyi, Ren Wuru and the others one by one.

Hoarse and full of hatred, he said: "How majestic was the Netherworld Sect when the ancestor Ghost King was alive thousands of years ago, how could these young people dare to be disrespectful to our Netherworld Sect? Today, not only was he besieged by his fellow sects, but he was also attacked into the altar of the Holy Land, and the disciples did not want to suffer this great shame and were determined to die to martyrdom. ”|

After speaking, the white bone magic weapon in his hand, which had been eclipsed and had many gaps, once again emitted a layer of dark red light, and it came out of the crowd, revealing a resolute look to the hundreds of Demon Sect cultivators in front of him.

sneered: "Who fights with me." ”

"Haoyu ......"

The Venerable Green Fox's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Don't you want to die?"

Liu Haoyu glanced back at the Master Qinghu with difficulty, and said, "My life was given by my master, it belongs to the Netherworld Sect, if the Netherworld Sect is gone, what is the point of my life?"

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of Demon Sect disciples and the remaining Netherworld Sect disciples were all shocked, and they all talked and discussed with the people around them in low voices, obviously not expecting that Liu Haoyu, who was usually inconspicuous and afraid of the weak and afraid of the hard, would actually come forward at this moment.

"The jade-faced ghost girl has eaten leopard gall today. ”

"Yes, usually he doesn't even dare to speak out loud in the Holy Sect, but when he sees us, he bows his head and bows his waist, and today he can say this. ”

......

Such discussions and surprises resounded constantly among the crowd.

Liu Haoyu has followed the Master of the Green Fox for many years, and since he is a disciple of the Master of the Green Fox, his name is often mentioned within the Demon Sect.

But most people almost don't call him Liu Haoyu, but call him by his nickname, the jade-faced ghost.

Because he is handsome and has very white skin, just like a woman, the name of the jade-faced ghost girl comes from this.

Everyone didn't expect that the jade-faced ghost girl who couldn't fight back on weekdays would seem to be a different person today.

In fact, how can it be that the jade-faced ghost girl Liu Haoyu is alone?

Isn't that Green Fox Venerable who is submissive and greedy for life and afraid of death also use the strength of the whole faction to fight against the five major factions of the Demon Sect today?

On this side, Shi Shaobei's face was calm, he looked at Liu Haoyu deeply for a few moments, and then took a few steps back, and the disciples of the Dementor Sect behind him also retreated.

After a while, Hao Menglai, who was also a ghost sect, and the disciples of the Yin Spirit Sect also began to retreat a little.

Obviously, these two ghost sects are unwilling to make a move against the jade-faced ghost girl Liu Haoyu at this moment.

Maybe the purpose of their coming here is not to destroy the Netherworld Sect, or maybe they are thinking that they are also in the same vein as the Ghost Sect, because they don't want to bully more and less, and they have no face to see the ancestor Ghost King predecessor after death.

There are hundreds of Demon Sect disciples, and after these two factions retreated some distance, there were only three factions: the Ancient Demon Sect, the Blood Condensation Hall, and the Hehuan Sect. These three factions, both in terms of numbers and overall strength, still far surpass the Netherworld Sect.

Ren Wuru has always been unaccustomed to Liu Haoyu, and the two of them fought a few times in the previous battle, knowing that Liu Haoyu's cultivation is the peak realm of the eighth layer of flying swords, and it is not easy to deal with.

Seeing that no one stood up, he sneered in his heart and was about to take a step.

At this time, Ke Xingyun suddenly spoke, and said lightly: "The situation in front of you is already clear, why are you struggling meaninglessly." I still have some friendship with you and me over the years, so you have come down. ”

Liu Haoyu's face was gloomy, he was not very old, but in his heart he had extremely strong feelings for the Netherworld Sect that raised him.

He snorted and spit angrily: "Ke Xingyun, even if I was blind before, I met a treacherous villain like you, and I will fight if I want to, I, Liu Haoyu, am by no means the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death." ”

Ke Xingyun sighed and said, "Okay, thinking of the love of the past, let me send you the last ride today." ”

After speaking, the Heavenly Axis Divine Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the person followed the sword, and the sword aura was like a dragon, approaching Liu Haoyu, who was standing at the front of a group of Netherworld Sect disciples.

Liu Haoyu's black robe had already been stained red with blood, and his face was also stained with coagulated blood, revealing a hideous and terrifying expression.

He was not Ke Xingyun's opponent in the first place, but at this moment, after a long time of fighting, most of the true yuan in his body was consumed, and he was not lightly injured, let alone Ke Xingyun's opponent.

He also knew in his heart that he was inevitable today. But the friendship in his heart for the Netherworld Sect and his belief in the ghost path made him not take a step back.

"Haha! Hahaha!

He was like a crazy beast, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, the white bone magic weapon in his hand was volleyed out in the air, the demonic light and the speeding sword light suddenly collided, the roar had not stopped, Liu Haoyu's body had already risen from the ground, and rushed towards Ke Xingyun a few feet away.

Ke Xingyun's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly jumped up, and the two of them met in mid-air in front of the amber money.

The black sword qi and the demonic red light wrapped the bodies of the two people, and as soon as they made a move, they seemed to exert all their strength, and violent roars and explosions sounded from time to time.

The battle in the field was fierce, and the disciples of the Ancient Demon Sect, Blood Condensation Hall and other factions couldn't help but retreat one after another and get out of the way.

On the other side, Han Xuemei, who was standing in a dark corner, motionless and looked at the two of them fighting in mid-air, behind the veil that others couldn't see, her brows suddenly wrinkled slightly, and there was a hint of discoloration in her eyes.

Not long ago, in this ancient altar, she had teamed up with Ke Xingyun and Shi Shaobei to deal with the White Bone Demon Dragon, and the powerful combat power shown by Ke Xingyun at that time was several times stronger than the battle in the Tianshan Mountains ten years ago, and it was a real cultivation of the ninth-layer Yuan Shen realm.

At this moment, Liu Haoyu Zhenyuan consumed most of it, and he was seriously injured, and it was easy for Ke Xingyun to defeat or kill him.

However, in Ke Xingyun's seemingly powerful offensive, he secretly unloaded most of his strength at the last moment, and this kind of small move to secretly withdraw the true yuan was not visible to ordinary people. Han Xuemei couldn't see it before, but in the past ten years, she has attained extremely high attainments in the Shura chapter of the fifth volume of the Book of Heaven, and she has secretly practiced the supernatural powers on the Xuanbing Jade Book, which is secretly transmitted by the Xuanbing Palace.

Therefore, in addition to the two people in front of her, she was the first to see the clues.

At the moment of the hand-to-hand encounter again, Ke Xingyun said in a very low voice: "Haoyu, don't be stupid, the general trend of the Netherworld Sect has gone, let's descend!"

Liu Haoyu also felt that Ke Xingyun was giving in everywhere in the fighting method, otherwise how could he hold on for so long.

He knew Ke Xingyun in his early years, and the two had a good personal relationship. Ten years ago, when he was fighting in the Tianshan Mountains, Ke Xingyun confronted Han Xuemei, and at that time, he had performed a ghost thaumaturgy called "Five Ghosts Haunting the Sun", which made Han Xuemei suffer a big loss.

This set of ghost thaumaturgy is from the Netherworld Sect.

The relationship between the two is unknown to others, even in their respective divisions, and many of them don't know.

Liu Haoyu is not a fool, he knows what Ke Xingyun means.

He said word by word: "I'd rather die than surrender." ”

The incantation moved, and the sound of ghost crying began to fill every corner of the ancient altar, and dozens of fierce spirits began to spun out from the white bone magic weapon in his hand.

The two of them caught everyone's attention, not noticing that behind the Amber Money Tree, two figures slowly flew out of the bottomless pitch-black abyss and landed on the dim altar.

It was in Langya Water Pavilion that I walked around, and Yun Xiaoxiao and Xiaoya Girl, who had another fairy fate.

The two of them stood on the altar and saw that in the open space in the center of the altar in front of them, where the huge bones of the White Bone Demon Dragon were originally placed, a large number of Demon Sect disciples in different costumes had appeared, and Ke Xingyun was fighting fiercely with a young man in the field.

Yun Xiaoxie's face changed greatly, he pulled the little girl on her toes, and her body jumped up silently, landing on the thick amber money tree.

Boo: "Don't speak, there are all Demon Sect masters below, Lian Ren Ruthless, Qin Daoyi and others are here, if we are discovered, we will die a miserable death!"

Xiaoya's face turned pale, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, not even daring to say anything.

Yun Xiaoye had already roughly guessed the situation here after only a few glances, the dozens of injured people under the amber money tree were the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, and the people who surrounded them were the disciples of other factions of the Demon Sect.

He saw the candle dragon in the left-hand corner, and the Shura standing on the candle dragon's head. I also saw Han Xuemei, who was not far from the candle dragon.

His heart sank.

Seeing Shura Gao Yulin, he was not much surprised, when the candle dragon crashed open the bronze giant door, Yun Xiaoxiao had already expected Shura to come.

And seeing Han Xuemei, who was wearing a hat, escaping from the mouth of the strange fish, he was not happy, facing such a situation, it was even more dangerous than dealing with the iron-headed monster fish in the cold pool.

His mind was racing and he was thinking about a way out of the predicament.

At this time, the two people in the field also changed.

The two who were originally fighting fiercely with each other, as Ke Xingyun broke through more than a dozen ghosts and fierce spirits that rushed towards him with one sword, Liu Haoyu's face was completely exposed to his sword light.

Ke Xingyun stabbed out diagonally with a sword, coming extremely fast, and shouted: "Haoyu, come down!"

Liu Haoyu vigorously wielded the white bone magic weapon to deflect the heavenly axis, and his body flew out upside down, spurting blood from his mouth before he fell.

shouted: "I'd rather die than surrender!"

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground with a bang.

Behind the Master of the Green Fox, several Netherworld Sect disciples wanted to step forward to help them up, but they took over the side of the Blood Condensation Hall and decisively rushed out of several people.

Seeing this, these Netherworld Sect disciples didn't dare to take a step forward. And as these people stopped, several Blood Condensation Hall disciples who galloped out also turned over and returned to the camp, standing behind Ren Wuru.

Liu Haoyu struggled to stand up with the white bone magic weapon, looking at Ke Xingyun who slowly fell to the ground from mid-air, his face was sad and sad.

But he still didn't give up.

Blood spurted out of his mouth from time to time, and everyone could see that he was at the end of his crossbow at this moment, and without Ke Xingyun's shot, even if he was a mortal, he could end his life with a knife.

But he is still holding on!

Ke Xingyun stood in front of him, slowly raised the Heavenly Axis Divine Sword in his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't force me." ”

Liu Haoyu grinned, his gums were full of red blood, and his smile seemed to be a little relieved.

"Let's do it. ”

He said slowly.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

......

Behind Ke Xingyun, many Demon Sect disciples waved the magic weapon in their hands and shouted, shouting and urging Ke Xingyun to hurry up.

Ke Xingyun took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.

Immediately, the Sky Axis Excalibur slashed down in the air......

In the sword qi of the black qi, there seemed to be a cyan glow of thousands of years contained in the Heavenly Axis Divine Sword itself, turning into a majestic air flow and sweeping upward.

The wind is quiet, and the sound is silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on that sword qi, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the jade-faced ghost girl to disappear under this divine sword.

However, just when that sword qi was about to sweep Liu Haoyu, a red light came first, directly hitting the sword qi.

The blazing energy swept the entire altar like a bursting sun, and the dazzling red light was like a scorching flame, and the person who illuminated it couldn't open his eyes.

Ke Xingyun was seriously injured, and his body flew backwards with a whoosh, with a look of shock and horror on his face.

He said hoarsely: "What a powerful pure yang spell, I didn't expect your Netherworld Sect to have such a peerless treasure!"

After the crimson light dissipated, everyone's eyes fell on the short and thin body that stood in front of Liu Haoyu.

Master Green Fox!

Seeing that his beloved disciple was about to die tragically in front of his eyes, the Venerable Green Fox finally took the blow from Ke Xingyun.

At this moment, his entire right arm turned into a flame-like red color, which looked very terrifying.

And this pure yang energy is very different from the ghost path and evil art of the Netherworld Sect. This energy is above board, mellow and upright, and it is definitely not a ghost path technique, nor is it an evil magic weapon that ghost path disciples are good at.

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