Wan Xuanfeng's figure seemed to be extremely slow, but every step he took on the ground outside the Demon Hall seemed to emit a strange magic sound.

1,000 zhang ...... 500 zhang ......

When Wan Xuanfeng entered the range of less than ten zhang in front of the four terracotta warriors, he suddenly stood still!

The tens of thousands of monks on the field all held their breath, and they all looked at Wan Xuanfeng with their own thoughts, for fear of missing any detail.

Sou!

After a few breaths, Wan Xuanfeng finally moved!

In front of everyone's eyes, Wan Xuanfeng's body was almost twisted into three hundred and sixty degrees, and finally burst open in place.

Countless Dao figures fought bravely one by one, and none of the high-level cultivators present were not unforgettable masters, and almost at a glance, they saw that Wan Xuanfeng had turned into at least more than a thousand doppelganger demon shadows.

More than a thousand demon shadows, marching in unison, finally broke into the sight of the four terracotta warriors.

But to everyone's surprise, these four demon god-like terracotta warriors turned a blind eye to these more than a thousand intruders.

Yan Nantian snorted coldly from behind: "Ten Thousand Demons and Thousand Shadows Demon Skill!"

Qian Jizi on the side looked at the huge scene in front of him with great interest, and said: "It is rumored that ten thousand demons and thousand shadow demons can incarnate ten thousand demons when they practice to the highest level, although ten thousand Xuanfeng can evolve more than a thousand, but it is just a superficial appearance, and there is still a big gap with the legendary demons!"

Just as more than a thousand demon shadows were about to cross the first pair of terracotta warriors, a shocking scene suddenly appeared.

Bang bang bang......

Almost instantly, more than half of the shadows exploded, and the rest of the shadows shot out in a scattered manner. They wanted to get through this place of death in the shortest possible time.

Wow!

A gust of wind blew around the four terracotta warriors, and a sharp-eyed monk shouted in mid-air, "What is that?"

Whether it is tens of thousands of monks or Yan Nantian or Shenjizi. They all saw one of the most incredible sights.

Behind the four terracotta warriors projected four larger ghosts, and they might not believe it if someone else said it. But today, more than 10,000 monks saw with their own eyes that the four ghosts seemed to be invisible, holding huge black scythes, and under this incomparable scythe, most of the last more than 400 demon shadows of Wan Xuanfeng were cut off.

By the time Wan Xuanfeng was about to reach the end, there were less than twenty demon shadows left, and the four sickle shadows in the air slashed over at a faster speed!

The twenty or so demon shadows sensed the crisis, and suddenly let out a terrifying roar in unison, and all the demon shadows reunited into one. Wan Xuanfeng's figure suddenly appeared.

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and Wan Xuanfeng seemed to have cast some kind of secret method, and he actually passed through the death zone in an instant before the scythe fell.

Everyone outside the arena couldn't help but sweat for Wan Xuanfeng, but after Wan Xuanfeng passed through the four terracotta warriors, the four sickle shadows also disappeared, but the ghost shadows still held four sickles to deter the Quartet.

Wan Xuanfeng suddenly smiled madly, and lightly glanced at Shenjizi, Yan Nantian and the others who were still in place, and randomly disappeared into the gate of the Demon Palace.

This time, the mysterious light curtain between the gates of the Demon Hall did not stop Wan Xuanfeng in the slightest, and some people suddenly couldn't sit still when he left.

The crowd was bustling and discussing...... But the one who dares to step forward is not one!

"Brother Qianji. Do you invite me or do you invite me first?" Yan Nantian said with a smile.

"Brother Yan, please!" Qian Jizi politely said to the side, and the meaning was already obvious.

"Okay!" Yan Nantian shouted loudly, and the whole person flew out.

The Heavenly Demon Sect has always been known for its ruthlessness, and Yan Nantian's personality has also changed to arrogance and arrogance.

Wan Xuanfeng smuggled through the past with such a blindfold as an external incarnation. He Yan Nantian looked down on him, and at this time, he just walked away with his sleeves empty, and he was not slower than Wan Xuanfeng's speed.

But this time, as soon as Yan Nantian stepped into the field of vision of the Terracotta Army, something strange appeared.

Others may not be able to see it. But Yan Nantian, who was in the middle of it, felt two incomparable sickle phantoms slashing over, but it was the first pair of ghost shadows to move.

Drink!

Yan Nantian snorted coldly. A nine-foot magic sword appeared in his hand, and he gently blocked it above his head.

When there was a loud bang, countless people on the field heard it. This invisible scythe phantom actually made a golden and iron-like clashing sound with the magic sword, Yan Nantian only felt that his right arm trembled slightly, but he waved the magic sword in his hand in a deep breath.

The two scythe phantoms were instantly blown away, and Yan Nantian, who was in shape, galloped forward again.

~~~~~~

More than a thousand miles away from the Demon Palace, Zhushan, Hao San, Yuan Hongyi and other three people were visiting Lingyu Ancestor together.

"Uncle Shi, why are we still waiting here, you must know that those sect families have already rushed to the Demon Palace!" Hao San said suddenly.

Lingyu Ancestor smiled without saying a word, but just pulled Yuan Hongyi beside him and said with concern: "Hongyi, your cultivation is ...... But did you practice that exercise?"

Yuan Hongyi nodded lightly and then suddenly fell to the ground: "The master is above, the disciple asks to return to Yin Mountain, and now the disciple's situation is no longer suitable for staying here." ”

Hao San and Zhushan looked at Yuan Hongyi in disbelief, but this woman who had been wearing a veil was as strong as before, but today she was going to withdraw from this place that made her fall.

Lingyu Old Ancestor bowed slightly, and a finger popped out slightly, Yuan Hongyi felt his body stand up uncontrollably, "Okay, you can go back now, and take all the disciples with you by the way!"

Yuan Hongyi was puzzled: "Master, what about you, at least a few must be left to serve you!"

Lingyu Ancestor stood up and looked at the earth-shattering Demon Hall and sighed: "This trip to the Demon Palace, even I don't dare to guarantee that I will retreat with my whole body, those senior sisters and sisters of yours are only staying to increase casualties." ”

After speaking, Lingyu Ancestor turned his head to look at Zhushan and Hao San, and said with a smile: "Two senior nephews, do you want to go back with those disciples of mine or explore this demon hall with me?"

Hao San hesitated, and Zhushan stepped forward and said respectfully: "Juniors are willing to go to the Tongtian Demon Hall together!"

Although Zhushan set an example, Hao San struggled a few times but shrugged his face and said: "The disciple feels that his skills are low, so let's return to Yinshan with Senior Sister Yuan!"

Hao San looked at Yuan Hongyi at the same time, but he found that Yuan Hongyi didn't look at him at all, Yuan Hongyi just swept in the direction of Zhushan and lowered his head and couldn't see his face again.

~~~~~~

At this time, there were only more than 10,000 fake infant and demon pill stage monks left outside the Demon Palace, and those Demon Infant Stage powerhouses had already rushed through the terracotta warriors one by one and stepped into the main hall.

Since the three Demon Infant Late Stage Great Monks walked by, the ghost shadows behind these four Terracotta Warriors have been much weaker, and the next seventy or eighty Demon Infant Stage Monks have almost passed together, and no one in the middle has been injured.

There are still more than 10,000 monks left outside the hall, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, I don't know who shouted, thousands of people rushed out of the passage together.

With an uproar, tens of thousands of monks died under the ghost shadow scythe, but they saw one person fall, and his flesh and blood, the demon pill and even the spirit turned into a cloud of black qi and was swallowed by the ghost...... (To be continued......)