Back on the island, Ji Xiao placed Wan Qingyang well. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although his qi and blood were seriously damaged, it was not fatal, and after taking the healing pill, his face was much more ruddy, but he was still unconscious.

The trial disciples on the island were wary of each other, and each did not offend each other. Three days later, gradually people left and returned to the mountain range, apparently the news that the Fire Demon King had been suppressed by the Valley Tree King had already spread. Without the Demon King Trouble, of course, the rest of the time must be used well, and collecting spiritual materials is the real goal.

Haotian Pavilion and the Underworld Blood Hall were the biggest losses in this demon disaster, Haotian Pavilion only had four people left on the island, and even the strongest Han Qingshan died at the hands of the Netherworld, which could be said to be the heaviest loss.

And because there was no one to help the Underworld Blood Palace, most of the disciples also died in the rain of fire, but the Netherworld got the black long sword and monopolized the treasure.

The rest of the strongest disciples, such as Qiu Bishui, Aochen, Tu You and others, also had their own means of escaping and were unharmed. And Ye Caiyi is at the top of the snowy mountain, but he is the safest.

The disaster of the demon king has passed, Ji Xiao, Wan Qingyang, and Beitang Yao have no action, and they are waiting for the secret realm to open again.

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed. In these ten days, the Netherworld relied on the Seven Luo Sacrifice Blood Banners to hunt disciples of other sects everywhere, and his fierce reputation was far and wide. Nangong Qin also completely refined the green and green greenery, and his strength increased greatly.

On this day, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the sky, and everyone felt a great power of heaven and earth enveloping their bodies. The next moment, dozens of pillars of light rose into the sky, and all the people who teleported in were teleported out by this pillar of light. When I waited to open my eyes again, I was already back in front of the teleportation array that I had entered.

Wan Qingyang subconsciously checked his storage bag, and a golden steel ring was lying in it peacefully, and there was nothing unusual.

The people around looked at each other, and almost all of them looked at the Netherworld, and the inadequacy was beyond words. And as if he hadn't seen it, he snorted arrogantly and flew out.

"That bastard, I must let the elders of the sect get justice for us!" said a disciple of the Slashing Valley angrily.

"My strength is not good, and I deserve to die, and I can't complain about others. Tu You said coldly, and then flew out directly, and the survivors of the Slashing Valley hurriedly followed.

Ji Xiao took a cursory glance, the Lotus Flower Sect had the most disciples. He, Wan Qingyang, Beitang Yao, Qiu Bishui, Duan Jingyu, Ink Han, Wei Ming, Bu Yunfan, Qu Wan'er, Ye Caiyi, Mu Shuang, and Ye Caiyi, and Zhong Jiuming, who is also an elite disciple, has fallen into the hands of Netherworld.

And there are still four people left in Haotian Pavilion, five people left in the Slashing Valley, eleven people left in the Sky Sword Sect, and there is only one person in the Netherworld Blood Palace!

Many disciples who had a relationship with one side have been buried in it forever, which shows the cruelty of this trial.

Everyone flew out of the barrier, and the Jindan monks of all sects were waiting outside. Seeing the disciples of the Lianhua Sect, the corners of Liu Wuchou's mouth twitched, obviously feeling a little sorry for those dead disciples. Then he returned to coldness, and his eyes stared directly at Wan Qingyang, as if he was looking for something.

Wan Qingyang had already prepared, and respectfully presented the beast bag to Liu Wuchou, and said, "Uncle Shi, fortunately, I am not dishonored." ”

Liu Wuchou was overjoyed when he heard this, and he took the beast bag and checked it, and immediately smiled. It's just that the smile fell in Ji Xiao's eyes, as terrifying as the devil. He knew that the things in this steel ring were hundreds of thousands of fresh lives. Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to the cruelty of the cultivation realm, otherwise he would definitely not be able to accept it.

After Liu Wuchou put away the storage bag, he glanced at the fairy next to him, and the other party immediately noticed it and bowed slightly. Then Liu Wuchou passed the news to the Great Monk of Haotian Pavilion and the Jindan Monk of the Slashing Valley, and a conspiracy quietly unfolded.

While the trial disciples were counting the harvest, the Jindan Grand Monk of the Underworld Blood Palace, a middle-aged monk covered by a blood-colored coat, looked at Netherworld with an expressionless face: "Are you trying to tell me that everyone is dead, and you are the only one who comes back?"

Netherheaven also put away his arrogance in front of him, and said: "Back to Senior Uncle, the disciple is focused on seizing the secret treasure, and has no time to take care of the other junior disciples, and when he arrived, everyone died in that fire rain, but Senior Uncle, there are also several junior disciples who died at the hands of the Lianhua Sect." ”

"What!" The middle-aged monk's face sank, and he looked at the surviving people of the Lotus Flower Sect, and a wave of anger almost exploded. Why could a dozen disciples of the Lianhua Sect survive, but only one person in the Underworld Blood Hall survived, this is really unfair.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and when his gaze swept over Ji Xiao, he smelled a breath of the Underworld Blood Palace, and immediately knew that that person had killed the disciple of the Underworld Blood Palace. With a hot temper, he couldn't hold back any longer, and shot directly, and a bloody light went straight towards him.

A wicked smile curled up at the corner of Netherheaven's mouth, and it quietly disappeared again.

Ji Xiao felt locked by a murderous aura, and the next moment, Liu Wuchou's long sword was already blocking his eyes, and a roar came out. Ji Xiao's face was already covered with beads of sweat. If it hadn't been for Liu Wuchou's action just now, he would have died!

Liu Wuchou said with a gloomy face: "Xun situation, are you looking for death?"

The middle-aged monk known as Xun Guo sneered and said, "This son is bold enough to slaughter the disciples of my sect, and I will kill him to vent my anger, what is wrong?"

The Huan fairy on the side had already pulled out his long sword, his whole body was full of sword intent, and he said with a glance in his eyes: "Xun Condition, with a child so seriously, have you lived to a dog?"

Before Xun Wei could speak again, Liu Wuchou had already rushed forward with a sword, and saw a streamer flashing, and the two had separated. In the blink of an eye, the two had already competed, but the disciples present didn't see anything.

"You are looking for death!" Xun Jing looked very angry, and a monstrous blood light rose behind him, and the power was amazing, and the disciples were pale and couldn't move at all.

Liu Wuchou is not a person who is easy to bully, he doesn't want to say a word, and he goes up with his sword. The two also knew that fighting on the ground would hurt their disciples, so they both flew to the sky to fight the Fa, and for a while, the blood shone brightly, and the Dao Fa bombarded the sky.

Fairy Huan and the other two Jindan Grand Monks glanced at each other, and two of them quickly flew into the air and joined the battle group. Three Jindan Grand Monks besieged one person, and Xun Jing suddenly fell into the disadvantage, and shouted: "Do you want to bully less with more?"

No one answered him, only endless sword light and Dao law. The remaining Jindan Grand Monk didn't know when a golden steel ring had appeared in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Netherheaven was in shock, and by the time he noticed a Golden Pill Grand Monk approaching him, it was too late. He immediately took out the Seven Luo Sacrifice Blood Banner, this superb spiritual weapon was more than enough to deal with the Lingzhao Monk, but it was not enough to deal with the Jindan Great Monk.

In the blink of an eye, the prototype of the Seven Luo Sacrifice Blood Banner was revealed, and Netherworld spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

When the Jindan Grand Monk mentioned the Netherworld, he didn't know what he had done. Then he took out a mask and put it on his face, and in an instant, his appearance and temperament changed drastically, and it was the same as that of Xun.

Whether it was the appearance, breath, or even temperament, it was exactly the same, and the people in Haotian Pavilion were completely stunned, and they didn't realize that the Jindan Great Monk on their side had a few meanings for doing this.

The battle in the sky also ended quickly, three against one, and the overwhelming advantage made Xun Guo not last long at all. Liu Wuchou held a golden pill the size of a pigeon's egg in his hand and flew down.

"All the disciples of the Lotus Flower Sect listened to the order, boarded the Qinglian Flying Boat, joined the sect, and waved the sword of the Immortal Blood Palace! The disciples of Haotian Pavilion followed, and the Golden Dragon Cloud Que was temporarily kept by me. ”

"......" The crowd hadn't reacted yet.

The Huan Fairy on the other side also fell down and said, "All the disciples of the Ling Kong Sword Sect have gone to the Ten Thousand Sword Towers and are preparing to attack the Underworld Blood Palace. ”

"The disciples of the Slashing Valley are on the Evil Spirit Dragon Boat. The fat monk of the Slash Valley also came down and shouted.

In an instant, everyone boiled and erupted in exclamation. But there was no time to react, and everyone obeyed the order and returned to the warship.

The disciples of Haotian Pavilion looked at the Jindan Great Cultivator who had changed his appearance into Xun's condition, and the man smiled and motioned for them to follow the disciples of the Lotus Flower Sect. At this moment, everyone reacted, and this Jindan Great Monk was afraid that he would be more than lucky. No, there is death and no life.

In an instant, Nangong Qin almost burst into tears, and the four of them followed the disciples of the Lianhua Sect, with a haze in their eyes.

Thirty breaths later, several flying boats rose, and the hidden immortal dwelling of the Immortal Hall of the Underworld Blood Hall was forcibly taken away by the Huan Fairy, and it had already become a trophy. When everyone boarded the flying boat, their minds were still chaotic, but one thing was beyond doubt. The war is about to begin.