"Cursed Clan ......" Seeing these masters, the faces of the people of the Feather Wing Clan changed drastically, while the other clans looked puzzled, they looked at the people of the Feather Wing Clan and the people standing in the void, as if they were thinking about what the relationship between the two was.

"It was you, I didn't expect you to be alive. The master of the peak of the True King of the Feather Wing Clan said with an ugly face.

"Hehe, there's so much more you haven't thought of! The City of the Damned is the sacred place of our Cursed Clan, and everyone who enters must die. Among the countless masters of the Curse Clan, the man in the middle of the True Saint Late Stage said in a calm tone.

"Hmph, depending on you, it's not certain who will die!" said a master of the Scaly Horn Clan coldly.

"The strength of your scaly horn clan is not much like ours, and the restrictions in this kind of place should not be very strong, so it is better for us to unite and kill all these people, and when the time comes, we will definitely let you go." The master of the late stage of the True Saint glanced at him and said lightly.

Hearing this, the faces of everyone in the Scaly Horn Clan changed greatly, the masters of the Scaly Horn Clan did have very few restrictions in the Cursed Jedi, but they all hid and prepared to show it at the last moment, but they didn't expect to be broken by the Cursed Clan now.

All the other clans all set their eyes on the master of the Scaly Horn Clan, and their eyes were faintly a little unkind.

Yuwen Juyuan stood in the same place, looking at this scene with cold eyes, looking like he was watching a good show, there were too many people coming at this time, and he didn't mind a big battle.

Since entering the Cursed Jedi, Yuwen Zhouyuan has had a feeling of being led by the nose, although their itinerary is random, but it is always full of a series of coincidences, and the appearance of the Cursed Clan has added to the complexity of things.

In what kind of identity the Cursed Clan appeared, they had been hidden for so long, and why they suddenly gave up, and whether it had something to do with the Lucky Flower?

"What a cursed clan, his mouth is really powerful, and he wants to provoke us with a word, telling you that you are going to die today. The master of the Scaly Horn Clan said coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The masters of the cursed clan standing in the void were far less numerous than those in the square, they only had five hundred masters, and there were only a few dozen of them at the peak of the True King, and they were far from everyone else.

But judging from their idleness, there must be something to do.

"Hey...... Die! all die, fall into darkness, fall into the bottomless abyss. The master of the Cursed Clan's late True Saint stage laughed wildly, and his hands condensed into intricate handprints.

Black light scattered in all directions.

Although they didn't know what the other party was going to do, everyone chose to do it first.

"Kill ......" shouted one roar after another, the sound was rolling, rippling in this space, the terrifying momentum was rising, and this space was trembling fiercely, as if it was about to collapse.

Rays of light poured out, striking at the many masters of the Cursed Clan in the void, as if they were about to shatter the world.

"Let's taste our great gift first!" the Cursed Clan's master of the late True Saint stage sneered, his hands stopped waving, and he took a step forward and disappeared, and the others disappeared at the same time.

In Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine consciousness and mind, they all appeared on the thick and tall walls of the Cursed City, looking at all this coldly, with a playful look on their faces.

Rumble!!

Terrifying waves of energy bombarded the center of this void, and pitch-black cracks formed, those surging energies were sucked in, and many parts turned into energy storms, roaring in this space.

To everyone's astonishment, the crumbling buildings in the City of the Damned were still intact, as if they were protected by some kind of force.

At this moment, surging black qi surged from all directions, as if it was an incomparably fierce black dragon, roaring, making the void tremble.

These black mist filled the entire Cursed City, greatly affecting everyone's sight and perception.

"Roaring ......" A strange roar was issued, and black shadows were formed, and these black shadows were majestic and powerful.

Looking at these shadows condensed in the black mist, everyone's faces became heavy, this kind of shadow looks like an illusion, who knows if it can be dealt with in a normal way.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes shrank, frowning slightly, the light in his eyes flickered, and he could see that these shadows were all dead souls, these souls had completely lost themselves and were completely enslaved, leaving only a pure sense of battle.

The only way to do this is to arrange peerless formations before those masters die, and now it seems that the City of Damned, the Cursed Jedi hides a big secret.

At this time, those shadows directly moved, and the powerful attack power was struck, surging black qi surging, condensing into various forms.

Of course, everyone did not show weakness, and fought with these shadows one after another, and on the square, only the masters of the Feathered Wing Clan had strong fighting spirit, and in their hearts the Cursed Clan was the primary enemy.

One after another white divine power burst out, that kind of holy brilliance dispelled the black qi in the heavens and the earth, the lethality was amazing, as long as it attacked those shadows, those shadows would be blurred, as if they were about to disappear.

The masters of other races are also very powerful, and all kinds of peerless skills are struck, bursting out with terrifying power.

"Ah......h

"It actually contains a soul attack, damn it. The screams were followed by an angry curse.

Suddenly there was a pause in the voice, and the screams and curses belonged to the same person.

Hearing this, everyone was secretly vigilant to prevent the soul attacks of those shadows.

In this square, all kinds of light shined in the sky, rising into the sky in the thick black mist, and terrifying energy fluctuations continued to roll around, and those black gases seemed to be endless, and they could not be dispersed at all.

There are shadows that disappear, and there are masters who die, those shadows are all illusory, if you want them to disappear, the attack power must be extremely strong, if you can't make those shadows dissipate immediately, even if the shadows are blurred, it won't take long to recover, which brings great trouble to everyone.

As if this grand battle had nothing to do with Yuwen Juyuan, he stood aside and watched this battle.

"Dude, aren't we going up to help?" Looking at the fierce battle in the square, Yu Chi Ziming asked Zhou Yuan, and the others also turned their eyes to Yuwen Zhou Yuan, as if they were asking for Yu Wen Zhou Yuan's opinion.

"It's your right to help or not, and I won't limit you. Yuwen Juyuan said very calmly.

Hearing this, Yu Chi Ziming's eyes showed a flash of excitement, and he rushed directly into the battlefield, and the white divine light shot out.

The others hesitated, some joined the battle, and others watched from the sidelines of Yuwen Joowon, all of whom were people who had no confidence in their own strength.

Although Yuwen Juyuan wanted to watch from the sidelines like this, a shadow found Yuwen Jooyuan and attacked him.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm turned into a knife, and white light burst out, either slashing or slashing, but the shadow that approached dissipated in an instant.

The white light emitted by Yuwen Zhouyuan is not any divine power of the Feather Wing Clan, but the power of emotions, his power could have directly attacked people's souls, and now when he encounters those shadows, it is like a nemesis, and those shadows can't go through a move at all in the hands of Yuwen Zhouyuan.

When Yu Baihe and the others saw this scene, they admired Yuwen Zhouyuan even more in their hearts, and it took a lot of effort for those masters in the square to make the shadow disappear, but Yuwen Zhouyuan looked extremely relaxed.

There is another aspect that makes them admire, just now, when countless masters were preparing to make a move, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned over and took control of the overall situation in just a few words.

In the face of this illusory shadow attack, everyone was very unaccustomed to it at first, and lost a lot of masters, but later, they slowly figured out the rules, causing great damage to these shadows.

There are fewer and fewer shadows in this space.

On the walls of the City of the Damned, the eyes of the master of the late stage of the True Saint flashed, as if nothing in the square could escape his eyes.

"There is such a master, I really don't know what kind of exercises he is cultivating, and it is really effective against these battle spirits. This master of the late stage of the True Saint said with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"City Lord, are we going to kill these people completely?" the Cursed Clan, a young master beside the True Saint Late Stage Master asked.

"I also want to kill them completely, but this can't be done at all, there are too many people, and the strength is too strong, we can only kill them as best we can. The master of the late stage of the True Saint said with a slight sigh.

"Looks like it's time to give them another big gift. He said with a grim expression, and the gray-black light in his hands struck him, and he sank into the interior of the Cursed City.

The gray-black mist in the Cursed City gradually disappeared, and with it the shadows.

"What's going on? How did all those black gases and shadows disappear?"

"Could it be that they know that those shadows will no longer pose any threat to us, so they give up decisively?"

Some of the masters who had just boiled their blood looked depressed, as if they couldn't vent, and they talked about it.

"Boom ......" At this moment, the entire Cursed City suddenly shook, the sky shook, as if it was about to collapse, and everyone's faces changed.

The collapse of the ancient city did not happen, but there were many black cracks on the ground of the square and on the streets, and the black gas in these cracks was billowing with a sinful and corrupt aura, as if to lead everyone into darkness and into the bottomless abyss.

"Whoosh ......" Figures rushed out of these black cracks, these masters were black-haired and black-winged, with a cold face, and their eyes were dull, as if they were being controlled.