Boom! Boom!

The sound of explosions continued to sound in the underground passage, and everyone chased after them, but they couldn't stop the four monsters.

This is not the worst, the Eight-Faced God Sect has a total of five teams looking for the Demon Sealing Altar, except for the team of Nur Na who has been completely wiped out and the Young Sect Master of the Eight-Faced God Sect, the other three teams still have the remaining people who continue to go to the Demon Sealing Altar.

These people from the Eight-Faced God Sect were attracted by the huge momentum one after another, and together with the rest of the Wind Patrol Division cultivators and family cultivators who followed closely, hundreds of people had a big chaotic battle again.

Every time a distance was advanced, a part of the people had to be left behind to block the cultists' frantic interception, and the battle line became long and chaotic.

Lin Ze and more than a dozen cultivators of the Wind Patrol Division continued to chase after the four monsters, these dozen or so Wind Patrol Division cultivators were all good at the level of a thousand leaders, as long as they could catch up with the four monsters that the Young Sect Master of the Eight-Faced God Sect had transformed, then they would have full confidence to take him down.

Just as it was about to catch up with it, several black shadows sprang out of the pipe on the side, obviously new to disrupt the situation.

These people were hiding in the passage, and at this moment they suddenly burst out, the speed was incredible, and it was obvious that they had been preparing for a long time, and the attack was coming in an instant.

But then, the head of the Wind Patrol Division at the front turned his head suddenly.

A phantus behind him let out an angry roar, and suddenly, a large piece of air condensed in the air, enveloping the figures like amber, and then, in his hand, flames erupted, and his palms suddenly closed.

Syllable!

Like pinching and popping grapes, several figures who rushed out first had no time to beg for mercy, and they had turned into a pool of blood.

Although the leader of the Wind Patrol Division made a fierce move, it did not frighten the people behind, and a group of cultists rushed out one after another, and there were several people with extremely deep cultivation among them.

The leader of the Wind Patrol Division, with a bearded uncle's face, had just killed several people with an astonishing move, and after seeing that the other party was so fearless of death, he didn't say more, but just faced the person with the highest cultivation in this group of cultists at a faster speed.

In the snap of their fingers, the two of them shot out in mid-air, and the surging true yuan fluctuations spread, and the black wind and fire rain appeared one after another.

In the middle of the battle, the head of the Wind Patrol Division was unconsciously entangled by the black snake transformed by the true element, his eyes were indifferent, and he only felt that his body was slightly cold, and there was no abnormality in other than that.

On the arms of his two hands, a faint trace of fiery red mist overflowed, refining the black snake little by little.

Wisps of refined pure black true essence were mixed together under the traction of the fiery red mist, turning into several small whirlpools, scattered around his body.

The black energy that was out of control and the fiery red true element controlled by the Wind Patrol Division, these two forces were mixed, forming a vortex that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and slowly rippled behind the cultists.

The vortex was extremely shallow, and the cultist who was fighting with him was not distracted except himself.

"You Eight-Faced God Sect, you can fight hard. The bearded Wind Patrol Commander suddenly sneered.

"Aren't you mad dogs more mad than mad dogs?" The leader of this group of cultists had a hideous face.

Bang bang bang!

"Die!"

The cultist of the Eight-Faced God Cult roared angrily, Zhenyuan suddenly erupted, pounced like a madman, and several black snakes appeared out of thin air, entangling the head of the Wind Patrol Division.

Bang!

The bearded man's body shrank suddenly, and a fiery red True Yuan condensed fist poked out of his chest, and with lightning speed, it hit the eight-faced cultist in the stomach fiercely, blasting him six or seven meters away.

Drink!

The Wind Patrol Division suddenly let out a low sigh and broke free with both hands.

I saw that the black snake that was wrapped around his whole body, under his vigorous breakfree, actually broke inch by inch!

The black snake turned into a black rain in the sky, and suddenly flew out of his body, shooting in all directions.

The cultist Zhen Yuan of the Eight-Faced God Sect slammed and rushed forward again with a wild roar.

That's it!

His body writhed strangely in that area, as if catkins were involuntarily wandering, as if there was something in that area, tightly entangled him, the more he broke free, the more weird his body floated, and his feet gradually hung in the air。。。。。。

Behind him, there were countless red and black demonic hands, grabbing his neck and lifting him into the air.

While the cultists of the Eight-Faced God Sect were panicking, the Wind Patrol Division had already appeared in front of him in an instant, and his five fingers were stretched out like spears, stabbing the chest of the Eight-Faced God Cultist.

Poof!

A bloody heart was directly pulled out by him, but the eight-faced god cultist in front of him was obviously taken out of his heart, but there was no fear on his face, but it was full of weird and crazy smiles, and there were words in his mouth, I don't know what kind of false god sacrifice it was.

The face of the head of the Wind Patrol Division changed, and he immediately wanted to withdraw and dodge.

But it was too late, the heart of the Eight-Faced God Cultist in his hand suddenly exploded, and a huge grimace appeared behind him, and black chains stretched out from both sides of the grimace, tightly binding the hands and legs of the Wind Patrol Division, preventing him from having a chance to escape.

At the same time, in the huge mouth of the grimace gradually opened, an abyssal breath erupted, as if some powerful demon was roaring at the other end of his mouth, and an incomparably powerful suction force came, trying to suck the Wind Patrol Master into his mouth.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared above the grimace.

"Hey, hey, if you want to eat, there's a lot of it here. ”

Bang bang bang!

Lin Ze dragged the four corpses with his left and right hands, and threw them in with his mouth wide open at the grimace.

The corpses of the four cultivators were stuffed inside, and the suction from the grimace's mouth was noticeably smaller, but it still didn't stop.

Lin Ze frowned, his palm slashed over the ring, and three thunderbolts suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and suddenly smashed into the open mouth of the grimace.

Boom Boom!

A huge explosion sounded from the bottomless mouth of the grimace, Lei Zhenzi was originally a killing weapon used by the military, and it contained the power of thunder, the most restrained demon, plus the three exploded together, under the superposition of power, this grimace, like a living thing, appeared with a painful convulsive expression.

"It's still a little close!" Lin Ze suddenly shouted anxiously.

Drink!

The Wind Patrol Master roared, shook off the black chains on his hand, and grabbed the Eight-Faced God Cultist in front of him, and the fiery True Yuan burst out from him, turning into a Fire God's hand, and stuffing the cultist into the mouth of the grimace he had summoned himself.