Jiedan Demon Cultivator shouted, and the pure spiritual power poured out from his body like a stormy wave, forming a golden giant palm, if the previous two palms were just his handy, this shot was completely a life-fighting style between monks of the same level, the giant palm was like a substance, and even the texture of the palm could be seen clearly; the ball of light on Yi Xuan's side was also shrinking, the spiritual power in it was becoming more and more condensed and dignified, the huge heavenly power was becoming more and more prominent, and the corners of the Jiedan Demon Cultivator's mouth had already secreted two blood marks. Both sides have done their best, no matter what the outcome is, Yi Xuan's eight people are enough to be famous by defeating the Monk Jie Dan in battle, but at this moment, only the winning side has a chance to live.

The ball of light was still shrinking, it was no more than a zhang in size, tightly pressing the Jiedan Demon Cultivation to the extreme, as long as it doubled again, it would be the time of its death. At this critical moment, the Demon Cultivator opened his mouth and spit out the golden pill of his life-saving double cultivation, which merged into the palm of the Demon Slayer God, and the giant palm once again emitted a dazzling golden light to resist the ball of light, stopping its tendency to continue to tighten.

The ball of light formed by the Zhongyan Sword Pill kept flickering and disappearing, big and small, and the Demon Cultivation Jin Dan in it was also flickering wildly, and the illusionary giant palm was about to touch the top of the Demon Cultivator's head, and the giant palm had been compressed to the size of a grinding disc, and the Jin Dan was no longer round and flawless, and a trace of tiny cracks began to appear, and the Demon Cultivator couldn't hold on, at this moment, the ball of light suddenly flashed and burst like a bubble, and it turned out that the spiritual power of Yi Xuan and the others was finally completely exhausted, and they could no longer provide support for the sword moves.

The Demon Cultivator opened his mouth to swallow the Jin Dan back into his stomach, and immediately spewed out a golden blood sword, and said with a cruel smile: "It almost caused me to break the Jin Dan, and you juniors are proud enough, for this reason, I will preserve your soul and refine it well, so that you can also carefully understand what it means to be like falling into purgatory!" With both hands pushing, the Demon Slayer God's palm pressed towards Yi Xuan and the others.

Yi Xuan had no way to fight at this time except for the self-detonation incarnation, and the few people next to him were also barely supporting and floating in the air, and a trace of excess spiritual power was missing, and when he was about to die, a long howl came from behind him: "Xin Mo, you bully the small with the big and wantonly slaughter my Xianmen monks, and I will meet you when Tai Puhe comes!" There was a whistling sound in his ears, and a burly and tall white figure flashed past him, and the gust of wind blew the few people who were already exhausted in spiritual power to the side.

After this delay, Yi Xuan had already extracted a small amount of spiritual power from the incarnation to replenish the sea of qi, although it was not enough to fight the enemy, but it was more than enough to save people, and immediately urged the flying sword under his feet to catch the few people who fell to the ground one by one, and landed steadily on the ground. Tai Puhe, who was hurrying over, glanced in Yi Xuan's direction, and then his body flickered, and he continued to attack Xin Mo at close range.

Xin Mo was so angry that he shouted: "You are a defeated general, are you a special person to pick up leaks?" Obviously, seeing that I and these juniors have spent a lot of spiritual power, I took advantage of the fire to rob, and I also boasted of being a decent family, so I am not ashamed!"

Tai Puhe replied while attacking at close range: "It's better than you bullying the small! I have already agreed with the monks of Jiedan, we can only guard and supervise the monks under our command to fight, but I can't interfere in it, you actually dare to openly take action, and when I take you down, you have to be escorted back to the upper realm to be tried and punished!"

Xin Mo Jindan was damaged, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was beaten back one after another, shouting while fighting: "What kind of bullshit agreement, it's just a casual talk about the Immortal Demon Shangfeng! If it weren't for the imminent opening of the ruins, you and I would have been sent to the Netherworld, don't confuse the public here." I'm not in good shape today, let's fight again another day!" After speaking, he suddenly teleported thousands of feet away, turning into a puff of green smoke and disappearing.

The demon cultivators who were still besieging the remnants of the Xianmen monks just now saw that the situation was reversed, and their own Jin Dan was defeated and fled, and the other party's Jin Dan was eyeing each other, and all the soles of their feet were immediately smeared with oil. Tai Puhe saw that most of his monks had lost, and he was worried that the demon gate still had backup, and he had no intention of chasing, so he found a few chiefs who were not seriously injured and instructed them to gather his subordinates, and after some counting, he found that there were less than 100 monks left in the three hundred monks when he set off, and all of them were injured, and many of them were unconscious, and I don't know if there will be new casualties after being sent back to the hospital.

Tai Puhe's face was extremely ugly, he was the first lieutenant of the Hidden Fog Mountain, and he wanted to use this battle to enhance his prestige, but he didn't want to lose his troops and lose nearly half of his manpower, not to mention the counterattack, and even the garrison was a little stretched, and he didn't know what he would be ridiculed if he was known by other monks of the same level. With a lot on his mind, Tai Puhe threw out a gold and silver flying boat, asked all the monks to return to the station immediately after boarding the boat, and sent the seriously injured monks to the hospital for treatment.

The Hidden Fog Mountain Station, which was originally regarded as a tiger changing color, has become a fierce place in the eyes of the Xianmen monks after this battle, and the monks who stayed here are also frowning one by one, for fear that the demon cultivators will be killed when they come to besiege again, plus the previous battle lost two uncles and several elders, and the entire Hidden Fog Mountain fell into a gloomy mist, and everyone even seemed absent-minded about the normal battle array drills.

But Yi Xuan's Ji Deshou team became famous in a battle, everyone knew that these eight monks actually fought to a draw with Jindan monks with a set of mysterious battle formations, although they were defeated in the end due to lack of spiritual power, but it did not affect them to become the focus of everyone's discussion.

Yi Xuan and several people were not lightly injured, and they were lying in the medical hall recuperating at this time, unaware of the changes in the outside world, and this medical hall where Yi Xuan lived before was still where He Yixian and He Xiaoqing were located.

After a few days of cultivation, Yi Xuan's injuries have been contained, and the depleted qi sea in the dantian has gradually regained its vitality, but the meridians around the body have not healed from the old injuries, and this time a new injury has been added, if it cannot be completely cured, it will definitely endanger the fundamentals, so Yi Xuan has to spend a lot of time every day to practice and retreat.

Just after finishing the exercise, Yi Xuan got up and was about to stretch his muscles, when the door was pushed open, and He Xiaoqing appeared in front of him.

"How about it, I'm right! As long as you go to the Hidden Fog Mountain, within ten days, you will definitely have to return here to heal your injuries, and you will really come back in less than seven days, you say, is my little doctor fairy like a god?" He Xiaoqing was still worried about Yi Xuan's injury a few days ago, but in the past few days, he has gradually recovered, his mood has improved, and his voice has returned to his tricky and eccentric style.

"Yes, yes, He Xiaoyixian has excellent medical skills, He Xiaoyixian is clever, and he is willing to bow to the wind! Why don't you ask He Xiaoyixian to make a divination for me and see when I will be promoted to become rich?" Yi Xuan admired He Xiaoqing's liveliness and cheerfulness very much, and joked along with the other party's words.

He Xiaoqing pretended to shake his head and change his head, and said: "I see that this guest officer has suffered from blood and light disasters repeatedly, obviously because of the fate of Tai Sui, and he needs to hurry up to pray for blessings and worship.