Although the demon clan and the demon god are powerful, the cultivation sect can survive the invasion of the demon tide again and again, and it also has a certain dependence, which is the founder of the sect who was named a god by the Ji clan back then, and the artifacts left behind before leaving, it is said that those artifacts are all refined by Nuwa God himself, and they have a special effect on dealing with the people of the demon clan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the current head of Zhenhai Sect, Wu Pinglan is not in vain, although he knows that his cultivation is far from the Demon God, but he is not willing to be captured, but the artifact of Zhenhai Sect's Zhenmen, the Bibo Sword, is not in his hand now, and the sword is held by Li Jingchao, his uncle in the alliance camp thousands of miles away.

Seeing the black ** sword attacking, Wu Pinglan shouted for the surviving children to flee for their lives, and at the same time used the sect's peerless sword to tread the waves, driving the flying sword and the black ** sword to wrestle. It's a pity that the difference between the cultivation and the demon god is too far, and in a few rounds, there is already only the ability to parry and no power to fight back.

Those injured disciples of the Zhenhai Sect obviously had the dignity of the elite disciples of the sect, not only did they not give up on the head of the sect and flee for their lives alone, but they launched attacks on the demon god one after another, even though they knew that it was impossible to cause harm to the demon god.

Seeing that many disciples were fighting to the death, Wu Pinglan's eyes were red, and he had the heart of death, and his luck was full of spiritual power, and he turned a blind eye to the black ** sword that slashed at him, but instead rushed towards the demon god with all his strength, making it clear that he would give the demon god a hard blow even if he was fighting to die.

The demon god didn't let out another wild laugh, but sighed, "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, the human race is still so keen to be a hero, so I will fulfill you!"

I saw that the demon god turned into a cloud of demonic mist, causing Wu Pinglan and all the disciples of the Zhenhai Sect to fall into the void, and then countless demon heads appeared in the demonic mist, and they let out a terrible roar towards Wu Pinglan and the disciples of the Zhenhai Sect.

"Ten Thousand Demons Devouring the Heavens!"

Wu Pinglan recognized this move, in the last thousand-year demon tide, the demon god had severely injured countless cultivators with this move, and the murderous reputation of this move spread among various sects.

"Explosion!", Wu Pinglan broke off with a snort, and the flying sword of the envoy suddenly exploded out of thin air, shattering several demon heads that were attacking him, and he was also devoured by the self-explosion of the flying sword, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and staggered a few times before standing firm.

However, the disciples of the Zhenhai Sect failed to avoid the demon's attack, and all of them were bitten by the demon's head and fell down one after another.

The demonic mist gathered again, revealing a black-armored demonic smoke shrouded in slaughter smoke, and looked at Wu Pinglan with interest.

"The flying sword blew itself up? It seems that in the past thousand years, the cultivation world has studied a lot of ways to deal with me! But I think you can play any tricks now?"

As Tu Yan spoke, a demonic mist on his chest suddenly rushed towards Wu Pinglan, turning into a big hand to hold Wu Pinglan, who had lost his ability to resist.

"Hahaha!" Tu Yan laughed wildly again, "The human race, even if you resist, you will always be an ant in the hands of my demon god!"

Before the words fell, I suddenly heard a chuckle in the air, "I don't think so, otherwise how could you stay under the East China Sea for thousands of years?"

"Who?" Tu Yan was shocked, with his own cultivation, he didn't even notice that there were still people around!

"Break!" the man shouted softly, and a jade-colored sword blade suddenly appeared out of thin air on the magic hand, slashing the demon hand holding Wu Pinglan into smoke, and Wu Pinglan, who fell in the air, was also gently caught by a white-clothed monk who suddenly appeared.

"Who are you?" Tu Yan asked with some vigilance, the monk in front of him, who didn't seem to have any lethal power, but he had a feeling that he couldn't see the depths clearly.

Shangguan Yun didn't answer Tu Yan, as soon as he returned to land from the East China Sea, he sensed a powerful demonic qi, tracked it all the way, just in time for the scene just now, so he rescued Wu Pinglan.

Gently put Wu Pinglan down, handed Wu Pinglan a pill, and after watching him take it, Shangguan Yun looked up at Tu Yan. Seeing that the other party was so contemptuous, Tu Yan was furious in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to give the other party a fatal blow for a long time, but the other party seemed to act inadvertently, but he made himself invulnerable, and he could only watch Shangguan Yun finish all this.

"Tu Yan?"

"It's the god!" Tu Yan was angry in his heart, even if the cultivators who had the help of the gods and artifacts thousands of years ago were all afraid when they saw him, how could he meet such a kid when he was just born this time.

"Who are you?"

"Shangguan Yun of Shu Mountain!" After Shangguan Yun finished speaking, he actually stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to the demon god.

"Look for death!" Tu Yan could no longer control it, and the demonic mist on his black armor rose into the sky, which was really a monstrous image of demonic energy. Those demonic mist immediately turned into a cloud of black flames, attacking Shangguan Yun like a meteor.

The demonic fire had enveloped Shangguan Yun in an instant, and the temperature was terrifyingly high, enough to melt all the metal in an instant, but after the demonic fire, Tu Yan was surprised to find that Shangguan Yun was still standing there intact, even Wu Pinglan, who was sitting on the side to heal, was not injured at all, and there was a cyan light curtain in front of the two of them.

"Playing with fire, come and don't be rude!" Shangguan Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed at Tu Yan lightly, "Fire is coming!"

Before Tu Yan could react, the raging flames were already burning around, and this fire did not fly out from Shangguan Yun's fingers, but wherever he pointed it, the raging flames would immediately ignite.

"How is this possible?" Tu Yan already felt that the flame was by no means an ordinary flame, but a spiritual fire that burned instantly with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, which was more violent than the demonic fire formed by the burning of his own demonic qi, and the armor condensed by his demonic qi was a little unbearable.

With a roar, Tu Yan gathered all his strength, jumped into the air, broke away from the encirclement of the flames, and once again cast ten thousand demons devouring the sky, turning into countless huge demons, all of whom opened their mouths to Shangguan Yuntong.

"Appetite is not small!" Shangguan Yun still didn't move, and his finger pointed out again, "The wind is coming!"

A whirlwind erupts out of thin air, sweeping all the demons in it, and then tearing them all to shreds!

Tu Yan suddenly seemed to understand something, and immediately felt a huge fear, desperately pulling all the demonic qi out of the whirlwind, and recondensing his body, but at this moment, all the black armor on his body was shattered, and he was already indescribably embarrassed!

"You're not a real god, you're just a demon god!" Shangguan Yun's mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and his fingers stretched out towards Tu Yan again, and he said softly, "Thunder!"

A stream of lightning thicker than a bucket fell from the sky, and although Tu Yan had already slipped away when Shangguan Yun's finger stretched out, it was still hit by the lightning, and with a thunderclap, Tu Yan let out a terrible wail.

"This is the power of God! this can't be!" Tu Yan wailed, dragging his half-remaining body and speeding away into the distance.

"Want to run?" Shangguan Yun frowned slightly, the jade-colored flying sword flashed out of thin air, and the smoke of the wild rush immediately disappeared.

The hearts of the four demon venerables who were waiting in Qishan Country suddenly trembled, and they looked blankly in the direction of the East China Sea, not knowing what was happening.

At the same time, the Cong Barbarian Witch and Yue Miao in White Horse City, the old ancestor in Huqi Mountain, the divine deer in the hometown of the nine-colored deer, and the Qi Yi and Bai Mu in the Dragon Palace, all showed a confused look.

The monsters and demon people who were originally outside the Qingniu Mountain and the North and South Demon Domains suddenly stopped at this moment, and the monks and demon people who were originally at war with the demons and demons suddenly felt as if something had changed in the world.

The entire Kyushu seemed to suddenly pause, and then an angry roar came from the endless abyss of the Demon Domain!

"Nuwa, I didn't expect you to disobey the rules!"

With this roar, countless monsters on the Kyushu Continent rose from the ground, turned into black mist, and retreated towards the endless abyss.

In the palace of the King of Qishan, the four demon venerables looked at each other and began to arrange the retreat, only the demon emperor Ling Xin, who was sitting in the middle, suddenly smiled slightly and said softly, "It's him back!"