"You're saying there's a mysterious person who used the bloodline pact to control you?"

The Demon Envoy of the Guluo stared at Black Feather with a gloomy face and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Envoy. The Black Devil was also killed by that person, and I was just a reformed demon slave under the Black Devil, who was captured by this person and forced to obey his orders. ”

Black Feather crouched on the ground and replied weakly. As soon as she arrived on the shore, she was restrained by the Demon Envoy of the Devil, and she was tortured by the Demon Heart Contract, so she had to confess to the endless withdrawal.

"What's that man's name, and how is his cultivation?" asked the Gora Envoy.

"Called, called Jin Wuzhi, Xiuwei's subordinates can't see it, but the subordinates feel very strong, not inferior to the demon-weary predecessors. Black Feather replied.

"Lord Demon Envoy, my subordinates feel that that person is much stronger than, uh, even more disgusting than demons. The spider demon added from the side. He wanted to say that he was not inferior to Guluo, but suddenly reacted and changed his words.

"Jin Wuzhi?"

The Gora Demon narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Go now." According to the original plan. ”

The demons let out a strange roar, and countless footsteps sounded in the darkness around them, killing them towards the island with the footsteps of the demons.

The largest number is the 60,000 demon slaves brought by the black feather, looking down from the air, dense, all over the mountains, pouring up the island like a tide, encountering human villages and towns along the way, the large army does not stay, but there are small groups of demon slave troops in the past to slaughter.

These small villages and towns, there are not many masters, and they are powerless to resist in the face of the hard-skinned, powerful, and crazy bloodthirsty demon slaves, and they have been slaughtered one after another.

For a time, the island was full of mourning!

The demons marched all the way and soon approached the ruins.

Suddenly, countless balls of light shot out in front of them, blocking the path of the Demon Slave Army. It is an army of human warriors, and its strength is not inferior to that of the demon slave, and the top is immediately scorched.

Boom! There were several loud bangs, and hundreds of huge flames suddenly lit up around it, illuminating a radius of dozens of miles, like day.

"Stop!"

The Demon Envoy suddenly stopped, waved his hand to stop the demons, and looked ahead with a cautious expression.

"Old thief of Nanlin, since you're here, come out!" said Guluo suddenly, his voice was not loud, but with a strange concussive force, a ripple appeared in the air, shooting towards a glade in front of him.

Poof, a soft sound. When Ripple arrived there, he immediately encountered a colorless film of light, and the two were stalemate for a moment before both of them were shattered. A team appeared in the woods.

The person who took the lead was wearing a dark blue robe, embroidered with five treasures on his chest, and holding a snow-white long knife in his hand, which was the head of the Five Treasures Sect, Nanlin Zhenren.

Behind him were two elders in the late stage of the Spirit Realm, as well as eight True Disciple disciples who had cultivated above the Spirit Realm. Wu Yufeng was in the middle of it, his face was calm, but his eyes looked around from time to time, revealing his inner unpeace.

Judging from the lineup, the Wubaomen side has an absolute upper hand in strength than the Demon Cultivator's side.

However, after the five human monks stepped forward, the strength of the two sides was leveled. These five monks were all loose cultivators, and they had already been subdued by the Gura.

"You're a Zoroastrian Gura!"

Nanlin Zhenren was slightly startled, and glanced at the flags of the human caravans covering around him, which were embroidered with golden ingots.

He said with an ugly face: "I didn't expect the famous Gold Ingot Chamber of Commerce to be your Zoroastrian industry!

"Hehe, don't talk about it! I have no intention of being an enemy of your Five Treasure Gates, as long as you get out of the way and let me do something, I will be grateful!"

Gu Luo smiled, and his eyes swept the snow-white long knife in Nanlin Zhenren's hand covertly, and the color of jealousy flashed.

One of the five treasures of the Five Treasure Gate, the hoarfrost knife!

Contains the power of frost, which can freeze the body and soul into frost powder, and the power is incomparable!

"Haha! If the resurrection of the Demon King has nothing to do with my Five Treasure Gate, then what else has to do with us!"

Nanlin Zhenren laughed.

"It seems that you are going to do it! Don't forget, your Five Treasure Sect has been guarding this place for thousands of years, what have you gained besides the gradual decline? Guluo's face sank, and he said softly and hardly.

"Haha! The rise and fall of my Wubaomen has nothing to do with you as a demon, our duty is to suppress the demon king for generations. Don't talk nonsense, there's no way I'm going to let you go over and resurrect that demon king. Nanlin Zhenren said in a firm tone.

"Okay, if you want to fight, I'll fight!"

The Guluo Demon Envoy burst into angry cheers, and his white chubby hand grabbed towards the void, and a black light flew out of the disgusting demon's body, appearing in his hand, a black jade-like half-amputated arm.

This dark demon arm was originally intended to resurrect the demon king in the ruins, so that the disgusting demon manipulated to block the enemy, but he didn't expect the situation to change, and at this moment, he could only make a desperate bet and attack the past strongly.

Whew, the Guluo Demon Envoy raised the Dark Demon Arm, and a black shadow shot out, instantly rushing towards Nanlin Zhenren.

Nan Lin Zhenren's face was straight, and with a slight wave of the snow-white long knife in his hand, a white light like a match slashed out, cutting the black shadow in half, and the white light flashed, and the black shadow monster screamed and turned into frost powder and scattered away.

Seeing that the leader had started a war, the others also dispersed, each looking for an opponent and fighting each other. The battlefield was far away from the two leaders, lest they be affected by the aftermath of the spiritual weapon.

Hei Yu also entered the battlefield and directly met Wu Yufeng, but this was a temporary idea of the two. The cultivation of the two of them belongs to the lowest level, and any opponent they choose may fall here, so the two of them acted in a scene with a heart.

The two of you fought back and forth, gradually moving away from the center of the battlefield and heading in one direction!

More than ten miles away, there was a mountain, and a handsome young man stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the battlefield in the distance with a solemn face.

In his eyes, there were only the Guluo Demon Envoy and Nanlin Zhenren, to be exact, the weapons in the hands of the two, one was a snow-white long knife, and the other was a pitch-black arm.

The two weapons looked inconspicuous, but they no longer emitted a strange fluctuation all the time, like breathing, one volt at a time, never stopping.

This wave is like a hidden volcano, pregnant with unrivaled firepower, which can erupt at any moment and destroy everything.

"Is this a spiritual weapon?

Jin Wuzhi said with emotion. The imitation of the streamer dagger in his hand also carried strong radiation, but compared to the real body of these two spiritual weapons, it was simply an ant compared to an elephant, and there was no comparison!

In the distance, after confronting Nanlin Zhenren for a while, the Guluo Demon Envoy finally made a move.

Both of them seem to be jealous, and they didn't go all out, but they just held spiritual weapons, you are a ghost, and I am tempted by a knife light. It looks very unremarkable.

But in Jin Wuzhi's opinion, the battle between the two was extremely dangerous, and the sword light and ghost shadows all brought him a sense of death-like threat, indicating that each of them had the power to threaten his life, and it was no less powerful than spells such as shadow arrows!

He thought about it for a moment, if he faced one of them, facing a continuous series of spell-level attacks, it would be difficult to even escape for his life.

Immortal cultivators holding such powerful weapons are just like ordinary people on the earth in their previous lives holding firearms, and their combat power is much stronger than that of their empty hands, and they can completely crush and manipulate people's life and death.

"This time I must take down a spiritual weapon! Jin Wuzhi pursed his lips, and a scorching heat flashed in his eyes! The weapon he was good at was the knife!