If it goes on like this, then Zhou Wendong clearly knows that he has only one way to die.

Under the blow of the blood sky, Zhou Wendong was knocked out, but in the blink of an eye, the figure was facing Zhou Wendong again, the speed was extremely fast like lightning, but it was a step closer than the previous speed.

Zhou Wendong was shocked, and his fingers were a little bit of the Purple Moon Sword, but it was directly sacrificed by Zhou Wendong in front of his body in an instant.

But there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes, and the light on him instantly bloomed, and a turquoise color rose to the sky, and along with this green pillar of light, a desolate and deep aura also diffused in the void.

And a faint coercion seemed to emanate from Zhou Wendong's body, this coercion was very indifferent, but the ancient aura in it made everyone around them, no matter who it was, feel extremely uncomfortable and depressed!

With that long and desolate atmosphere, the flute, which had always been turquoise, appeared in front of Zhou Wendong in an instant, suspended above his head and constantly turning.

That trace of turquoise brilliance soared into the sky, like a pillar of light, soaring up to the Nine Heavens, but it was unstoppable and rushed through the layers of clouds and mist.

With such a majesty, everyone was speechless, but their eyes were all focused on this thing, and their eyes were full of horror.

However, Xuetian slapped Zhou Wendong's mid-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword out of the air at once, but his figure was stable in the void, and his eyes looked at Zhou Wendong in shock.

Zhou Wendong's eyes were indifferent, his eyes swept over everyone slightly, but he reached out slightly and probed the phantom flute that was suspended in the void into his hand.

However, at this time, the Immortal Gate Liancheng made an instant move, and suddenly the figure flashed, but it was directly towards the medium-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword that was slapped away by the blood sky, and was ready to take it away directly.

Although Liancheng was very reluctant to do it at this time, the temptation of the medium-grade spiritual weapon was very great for him, not to mention anything else, just as this medium-grade spiritual weapon was one of the treasures of the Lianyun Sect, it could be seen that the preciousness of the medium-grade spiritual weapon.

However, although the speed of Liancheng is fast, it is not as fast as Zhou Wendong's speed at all.

The medium-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword has been recognized by Zhou Wendong with blood, and it is a matter of thought to take it back, and in an instant, Zhou Wendong's eyes looked in the direction of the city, but the medium-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword rushed back directly to Zhou Wendong's side.

Liancheng was furious, still unwilling, his figure flashed, and the spiritual power in his body instantly wandered, and in an instant, the speed of the figure flashed but suddenly soared.

In an instant, he directly caught up with the medium-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword that turned into a purple light and flashed towards Zhou Wendong, and when his palm was stretched, he instantly reached into his hand.

However, the spirit weapon has a spirit, but the medium-grade spirit weapon is more spiritual, not to mention that this medium-grade spirit weapon Purple Moon Sword has also been recognized by Zhou Wendong's blood.

For a while, he was grabbed by Liancheng in his hands, but he began to tremble and resist, bursting out with dazzling purple light.

"Haha...... The Purple Moon Sword, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, is mine. ”

Holding the Purple Moon Sword in his hand, Lian Cheng laughed wildly, but his face was full of excitement, and in an instant, the extremely domineering energy poured directly into the Purple Moon Sword, but it instantly forced out the drop of essence blood that Zhou Wendong had dripped into the Purple Moon Sword.

"Wow ......"

Zhou Wendong, who had just poked the Phantom God Flute into his hand, forced out the essence blood he had dripped into the Purple Moon Sword in Liancheng, but the corner of his mouth instantly overflowed with a trace of blood again.

But it was counterattacked, but Liancheng instantly forced out a trace of his own essence blood and dripped into the sword body again, and in an instant, the Purple Moon Sword, which was still trembling and resisting just now, returned to calm.

The purple light flashed but was directly taken into Liancheng's body, but Liancheng didn't have time to be happy, but Zhou Wendong was already ready for his attack.

This medium-grade spiritual weapon, the Purple Moon Sword, Zhou Wendong, can be said to have taken a great risk to get it, because he has been hunted down by the Red Blood Valley for this spiritual weapon.

And it was precisely because of this spiritual weapon that the two of them chased and killed themselves in front of them, but at this time, the Purple Moon Sword was taken away by Liancheng, and directly forced the essence blood left in it to drip blood to recognize the master.

This already made Zhou Wendong extremely angry, only to see that his eyes were shining with cold light, but there was a deep cold in his eyes, full of murderous intent.

"Hmph, boy, this thing should have been my thing to break the immortal gate, and now this seat is just taken back, you'd better not get into trouble again. ”

Feeling the killing intent on Zhou Wendong's body, a cold light flashed in Liancheng's eyes, and his strength was much stronger than Zhou Wendong.

Now that he has the Purple Moon Sword in his hand, his strength can be said to have increased again, but he is not afraid of Zhou Wendong, not to mention that Zhou Wendong has a big enemy. Red Blood Valley.

However, it was obvious that the threat of Liancheng was of little use to Zhou Wendong, and he saw Zhou Wendong instantly put the phantom flute between his lips.

Suddenly, a high-pitched flute sounded, and an invisible ripple in the void instantly spread out from the two-foot-long Phantom Divine Flute in Zhou Wendong's hand.

"Bang ......"

However, when this flute sounded, a series of explosions were heard in the void in an instant, and the invisible energy diffused from the phantom flute instantly spread throughout the entire void for hundreds of miles.

When the mountain collapsed, it was unstoppable, and the demon cultivators whose strength had not reached the Yuan Infant Stage actually exploded and forgot about it in an instant under the sound of this flute.

And even the masters of the Yuan Infant Stage felt the ups and downs of qi and blood in their bodies, and they were all shocked.

"Sonic power ......!"

Blood Heaven, Liancheng and other masters all looked at Zhou Wendong with shocked eyes, but the power of this blow was enough to wipe out nearly a hundred demon cultivators in the Red Blood Valley Jindan stage who were present.

The sound of the flute started again, humming endlessly, and the air was pulling out the mountains and rivers, but among the seven holes above the phantom flute, there were constantly ripples of energy.

Whether it is rapid or slow, the flute sound is high or low, and the invisible energy of the Dao emanation from the flute is spreading for hundreds of miles at this moment.

Within a radius of 100 miles, all of them were attacked by the deafening sound of flutes, the mountains and seas were boiling, the huge waves were rolling, and the sound of explosions came from the continuous collapse of the surrounding mountain peaks.

However, the demon cultivators of the Red Blood Valley and the cultivators of the Broken Immortal Sect were constantly bursting out and forgetting at this moment, even if they were strong, they were holding their heads in their hands.

For a while, there was a wailing and chaos, and the demon cultivators of the Red Blood Valley and the cultivators of the Broken Immortal Sect could still take care of fighting each other, and this flute attack alone made it difficult for them to resist.

Even the masters of the God Refining Period, such as Blood Heaven and Liancheng, felt that their hearts were constantly wandering, but their breath became chaotic.

Zhou Wendong held the flute in one hand, but the five fingers of one palm kept moving between the seven holes on the flute body, and as Zhou Wendong's fingers clicked more and more, the invisible energy in the void became more and more dense.

The entire range within a radius of 100 miles is like being covered with ripples, but the bodies of the figures are like gluten constantly elongated, shortened, and exploded.

At this moment, Zhou Wendong was ruthless, whether it was Zhou Wendong, a demon cultivator from the Broken Immortal Gate or the Red Blood Valley, he no longer cared, but he was all included in the must-kill list by Zhou Wendong.

However, Zhou Wendong didn't know that the power of this phantom flute was so great, but Zhou Wendong couldn't tell what level he was at all.

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, the void was bursting continuously, the flute sounded bursts, and in a moment, there were more than 10,000 demon cultivators in the Red Blood Valley in the void, and the above thousands of demon cultivators in the Broken Immortal Gate Yuan Infant Cultivators added up to more than 20,000 people.

At this time, there are only less than a hundred people left in the middle of these breaths.

"Stop him, or he'll all die." ”

The blood sky was full of demon yuan agitation. But he held back the drowsiness in his head, and the painful figure like an explosion flashed towards Zhou Wendong in an instant.

As soon as the blood sky moved, the figure of Liancheng, who was also in the late stage of refining gods, also flashed in an instant and hurried towards Zhou Wendong's side. And the other masters of the God Refining Period, Lian Jue, Lian Bi, Lian Bang and others also rushed towards Zhou Wendong.

The six masters of the God Refining Period made an instant move, and the target was still Zhou Wendong alone, which was extremely dangerous for Zhou Wendong.

And Zhou Wendong's face was also a serious color, there was a deep cold in his eyes, and his figure instantly retreated rapidly in the void.

However, in his mouth, the phantom flute is still not stopped, but the flute is constantly releasing terrifying sound wave energy to the outside.

And at this time, the sound of the flute was extremely high-pitched, as vast as mountains and rivers, and the invisible energy emanated from the seven holes above the Phantom God Flute like circular ripples, instantly spreading and filling the entire void.

"Whoosh ......"

The sound of breaking the sky continued to sound, and Lian Cheng and the others had not yet arrived, but they had already taken the lead in controlling the flying sword to attack Zhou Wendong.

The flying sword broke through the air with a dazzling cold light, but what Liancheng had just used at this time was the Purple Moon Sword, a medium-grade spiritual weapon that had just been snatched from Zhou Wendong's hands, but the power was even greater.

He pointed at the flying sword from afar, and his figure paused in the void, and the sword technique in his hand kept changing, flying, and in an instant, an astonishing energy erupted from the Purple Moon Sword.

The dazzling purple light rose to the sky, although the Purple Moon Sword was not refined by Liancheng at this time, it was just a simple blood drop to recognize the master, but in the hands of him, a master in the late stage of refining gods, the power was already so strong.

The sound of the flying sword leading the way to break the sky has reached Zhou Wendong in the blink of an eye, but Zhou Wendong's retreating figure has instantly stabilized in the void.

In his mouth, the sound of the phantom flute accelerated instantly, his lips kept changing the style, becoming more and more urgent, and in an instant, the four flying swords with cold light were already less than three meters away from Zhou Wendong.

However, among the four flying swords, the Purple Moon Sword, a medium-grade spiritual weapon controlled by Liancheng, a master in the late stage of refining gods, was more powerful and ranked first.

The four flying swords broke through the layers of obstacles, and the tip of the sword was like a little ripple whirlwind, but it was difficult to take a step forward at a distance of three meters from Zhou Wendong.

But at this time, Zhou Wendong was not very comfortable, he didn't know what level the Phantom Flute was, but it seemed simple to urge the Phantom Flute, but in fact, it required a lot of energy consumption.