In an instant, all the boundless white bones in the great array were crushed, and hundreds of giants stretched out again and stood up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info stared at the huge eyes one by one, staring at the sky with fierce eyes.

I don't know when the demonic energy in the sky suddenly faded a little, obviously after this blow, they suffered a lot of damage.

A violent cry came from the black clouds, followed by the demonic qi tumbling again: "You are so daring, you dare to destroy the dry bones that have accumulated in my secret palace for countless years."

"Brothers, listen to the order and change the formation." The voice spread, ringing in the ears of the disciples of the Hidden Hall in the demonic aura.

"Boom".

A loud bang exploded from the demonic qi, only then the demonic qi became thicker and thicker.

Countless fierce demonic qi swept through, cracks appeared on the bodies of hundreds of stone giants, and a gust of wind blew, and then turned into dust.

"Kill". A loud shout exploded from the sky.

Countless demonic qi circled wildly, turned into two rolling demonic qi, and slammed into each other fiercely.

An inky black divine thunder seemed to slash down from the nine heavens.

The arrogant laughter came down the inky black divine thunder: "This is a magic thunder, issued by our joint efforts, and whoever hits this thunder will be wiped out."

As soon as the words fell, the demon thunder slashed towards Heng Zichen and the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

The hearts of dozens of Heavenly Dao Sect disciples couldn't help but tighten, and in a trance, it seemed as if they had seen the scene of their own death.

Heng Zichen reacted and shouted at the sky: "Puppet operation, stand-in technique."

"For", dozens of disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect suddenly woke up, ignoring the huge cost of this technique, and immediately blurted out.

The aura of the whole body was running rapidly, and it was consumed in the blink of an eye.

"Boom ......".

The magic thunder slashed down, and all the people and things in this place turned into nothingness, annihilated between heaven and earth.

Looking at the scene below, the disciples of the Burning Sun Sect standing behind Kui Yue gasped one after another. Although his own formation is also very powerful, it seems to be a little worse than this magic thunder. No wonder the secluded palace is arrogant, it seems that this is not without reason.

Kui Yue's face sank instantly, okay, you Cohen didn't expect to have a hand. If this move happens in the case of two sides fighting for their lives, won't they suffer a big loss. No, take advantage of this time to find out the hole cards of the other three parties, and teach them a lesson after destroying the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Ziyang's eyes flickered on the mountain peak, and a trace of happiness rose in his heart. Fortunately, it was Heng Zichen and others who were sent out, they were proficient in the way of puppets, and if the rest of the disciples were excluded, they would only be afraid of more evil and less auspicious.

Halfway up the mountainside, Heng Zichen and dozens of other disciples stumbled and fell to the ground. The art of stand-in is to form a puppet in place at the cost of full aura, and when it comes into contact with an irresistible attack, it can quickly move itself out.

At this time, the aura is exhausted, and I am afraid that this big battle will have nothing to do with myself and others.

The Demon Thunder has exhausted the demonic energy and the power of the Great Array, so the thousands of Hidden Hall disciples are all on the ground.

Looking at Heng Zichen and the others who were lying not far ahead, a sneer appeared on the corners of the mouths of the disciples of the Hidden Palace: "I didn't expect that since you can avoid the demon thunder, it is really not easy."

"It's a pity that even if you avoid it, you won't be able to escape death." A man standing at the front of the disciples of the Hidden Hall looked up to the sky and smiled.

As soon as the laughter fell, the man shouted in front of him: "Kill them, bring their corpses back to the hidden hall, and nourish the dry bones in the great array."

"At the behest of my brother". All the disciples of the Secluded Hall received the order in unison, and their eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light.

Then it turned into a stream of demonic qi and rushed towards the place where Heng Zichen and the others fell to the ground.

"Presumptuous, how can my Heavenly Dao Sect allow Er and other demon cultivators to be rampant." Seeing that the disciples of the Hidden Hall were about to pounce in front of Heng Zichen and the others, countless sword qi accompanied by a fierce momentum fell from the sky.

The sword qi crisscrossed the place, facing those demonic qi with an incomparably sharp edge.

Where are the disciples of the Hidden Hall willing to collide with the sword qi, they all turned their direction to avoid the attack of the sword qi.

Xing Long appeared in front of Heng Zichen and the others with more than a hundred disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and immediately looked at them, and one after another spiritual energy flew into their bodies.

"Rampant, you and others transmit aura in front of us, and you can put us in your eyes." When the disciples of the Secluded Hall saw Xing Long and the others transmitting the aura into the bodies of Heng Zichen and the others, they immediately let out a violent roar. So unscrupulous, and what will they be.

With a casual grip in his hand, a demonic qi spread out from his hand, and then turned into a blade.

The disciples of the Hidden Hall held the blades in their respective hands and killed them in front of them. This kind of contempt does not strip them of their skin, and it is difficult to understand the hatred in their hearts.

Seeing thousands of disciples of the Hidden Palace surging like a tide, Xing Long and the others stopped transmitting spiritual energy and explained to Heng Zichen: "The peak master has an order, let the senior brother take all of you to the peak immediately to breathe." The peak master will use the power of luck to recover the aura on your fellow disciples as soon as possible."

"Then this place will be handed over to the junior brother." Feeling a faint aura slowly cultivating his body, Heng Zichen and the others rushed to the ground and stood up, replying to Xing Long.

Seeing that thousands of Youdian disciples were about to be killed, Heng Zichen and the others did not dare to delay time. So his mind moved, and a man-tall stone man came out of the dirt.

Dozens of Heavenly Dao Sect disciples who followed Heng Zichen also stepped onto the puppets they had summoned and headed towards the top of the mountain.

Xing Long listened to the sound that was getting farther and farther away, and his heart gradually became a little more steady. His eyes looked at the disciples of the Hidden Hall who rushed like a tide, and the corners of his mouth flashed with boundless killing intent.

"Brothers, join the sword." Xing Long didn't want to ink with them, so he decided to use the strongest move.

When more than 100 disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect heard the order, they immediately pinched the sword technique. The sharp sword behind him soared into the air, and then flew above Xing Long.

The sharp sword behind Xing Long came out of its sheath, and one after another sharp swords immediately melted in. Every time a sword melts into it, the momentum of the sword skyrockets by a point.

Almost in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred sharp swords fused into one, and a sharp sword about a thousand feet appeared in the air.

Surrounded by countless sword qi, the aura of death was overwhelming and roared towards the hearts of more than a thousand disciples of the Hidden Palace.

He En, who was standing on top of the dark clouds, felt a tightness in his heart for no reason, and subconsciously exclaimed: "Not good."

"Chop".

A slash seemed to pass through the sky, and the giant sword in the sky slashed down.

Cohen saw that the giant sword was about to be cut down, and immediately shouted: "You dare."

The voice turned into a rolling demonic aura and flew halfway up the mountain.

Ziyang, who was standing in the sky above the mountain peak, just glanced at Cohen deeply, and his heart moved, not only did not block it, but let go of the large array, allowing this attack to pounce.

The demonic qi rolled in, and the large array was released and then closed again. Sitting in the main peak hall, Zixu had an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

The giant sword gradually rusted under the demonic energy, and then disappeared into nothingness.

More than a thousand disciples of the Hidden Hall were stunned, obviously not reacting for a while, and could only stared blankly at the changes in the sky.

"Come back". Cohen's anger vanished halfway, followed by another soft sigh.

More than a thousand disciples of the Hidden Hall reacted and bowed to the sky: "Follow the order of the hall master."

As soon as the words fell, he turned into demonic energy and flew from the foot of the mountain to the sky.