Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and his whole body turned into a wisp of smoke and quickly approached Wu Tian.
Just as the two sides were fighting fiercely, outside the crowd, the eldest prince who had changed his appearance was standing with his hands tied up along with the white-haired old man.
At this time, two figures appeared next to them. Upon closer inspection, they were clearly two immortals.
Wei Qingshan has many immortals accompanying him. As the eldest prince, he naturally has many followers.
One of them whispered: "First Prince, should we go up and help?"
The eldest prince stared at the battlefield, shook his head after a while and said: "Your duty is to protect me."
The field is now in chaos, and his identity is so special. If the demon clan finds out, there will definitely be a crisis.
If it weren't for seeing who would become the master of Thousand Treasures Pagoda, he would have left this dangerous place long ago.
At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, General Dong was surrounded by Jiujian and other four strongest disciples from each peak of Wushuang Sect.
I saw it uttering human words and sneered: "What? Do you want to bully the few with more? No problem, you can come."
Jiujian's baby face showed a disgusting look and said: "This Jijiang skill is really not good. Don't worry, I don't need them to take action. I can do it alone."
Naturally, Meng Lan and the others refused to agree, but the Nine Swords flew out first, and several small golden swords flew out from the sword box behind them.
"Come on, let me see how powerful your monster clan's so-called mythical beast bloodline inherited from the fairy world is?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Dong Jiangchen's pair of fist-sized dark green eyes stared at Jiujian, and then he rushed over.
Monsters have always been known for their powerful bodies, and Dong Jiangchen is no exception. His ten-meter-tall body runs like a hill.
Compared with it, the petite and exquisite Nine Swords was much pitiful. However, at this moment, her momentum suddenly surged, and she was even stronger than the opponent.
"Nine Golden Phoenix Swords."
"The first sword."
With a shout from the Nine Swords, one of the small golden swords sitting cross-legged above his head flew out directly. After facing the wind, it turned into a five-meter-long golden feather sword, with long feathers trailing behind it, like a soaring phoenix. Rush directly towards Mo Qilin.
The power of this single blow reached the peak of the early Mahayana period. However, as the sound of gold and iron clashed, this extraordinary feather sword was bounced away, and a shallow streak appeared where Mo Qilin was hit. Just bloodstains.
"Vulnerable."
Mo Qilin showed a hint of disdain on his face, but he couldn't help but froze when he saw the second sword light.
"The second sword."
"The third sword."
"The fourth sword."
The nine swords continued to make secrets, and one golden feather sword flew out one after another. Its power was stronger than the last one each time.
When the fourth golden feather sword flew out, its power had already reached the late stage of Mahayana. When it landed on Mo Qilin, it cut off a large piece of flesh and blood, and dark green blood spread all over the nearby area.
"ah,"
Mo Qilin, who suffered heavy injuries, let out a roar. Even the bloodline of the divine beast was only slightly stronger than the monster beasts of the same level, and was far from invincible.
In the distance, Jiujian, who used four swords in succession, turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly. It was obvious that the use of this move took a lot of energy from her.
"I don't believe you can continue to use it."
Seeing that the other party did not believe in evil and continued to charge forward with a roar, a flash of determination flashed in the weak Jiujian's eyes.
She waved her hand, and a small golden sword flew out from the sword box behind her. When it landed behind her, she opened her cherry mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden blood on the small sword.
The next moment, the small sword emitted a buzzing light, and then transformed into a golden phoenix that was nearly ten meters long. Its lifelike posture was far superior to the previous swords.
Mo Qilin's heart palpitated when he saw this scene. At the critical moment, he no longer hesitated and opened his mouth to let out a shocking roar.
"The Qilin clan's innate magical power is the Qilin Roar."
A dark green ripple overflowed from its mouth. Unlike before in Thousand Treasures Pagoda, this time the target was only Nine Swords, so its power also increased a lot.
The crumbling Nine Swords never fell. The fifth sword exhausted all her energy and spirit, and even her foundation was damaged to a certain extent. It would be harder to recover than if she had been in seclusion for ten or eight years.
Despite this, her eyes were still determined, just like her Taoist heart.
The first one to bear the brunt was the golden phoenix. Dark green ripples were seen brazenly colliding with it in the air, and the shocking fluctuations were raging around.
The monks and monsters who were fighting nearby stopped, and then they saw the golden phoenix letting out a mournful cry and shooting back.
"Did you lose?"
There was a hint of unwillingness in Jiujian's eyes.
The Mo Qilin in the distance laughed wildly. Its attack was not over yet. The most powerful innate magical power of the Qilin clan was the soul attack. Even if it is very powerful now, it is not difficult to defeat the opponent.
At this moment, a delicate body supported Jiu Jian, who was about to fall, and another figure blocked the two women.
They are naturally Meng Lan and Chang Zhi.
At this time, Chang Zhong's eyes were solemn. He had seen the power of this magical power as early as the Qianbao Pagoda, and he did not dare to neglect it now.
As the powerful spiritual consciousness surged out, the burly General Liu emerged. He maintained the virtual form of the evil ghost. At the moment the dark green ripples struck, he raised his sword with both hands and chopped it down directly. All the spiritual consciousness gathered in it. On the top, the momentum is like the creation of the world.
Click,
After a slight resistance, the dark green ripples broke directly from the middle. It was at the end of its strength and could not withstand Chang Zhong's full blow.
Not only that, this sword also followed its trajectory and slashed directly towards Mo Qilin not far away.
"No,"
Mo Qilin showed a hint of fear. At the critical moment of life and death, it did not dare to hesitate anymore and directly stretched out its claws to clasp a certain scale on its body.
The next second, a blurry shadow appeared behind it. It looked like a unicorn, but it was much stronger than Mo Qilin in terms of body shape and demeanor.
It slowly raised its right paw, collided with General Liu's sword, and then both were annihilated.
Mo Qilin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then looked at Chang Zhong with a look of resentment.
It was a life-saving thing given by his parents before departure. It was enough to withstand the full blow of the immortal. I didn't expect that it would be wasted here today.
Before it could make any move, an indifferent face appeared in front of him.
"Your opponent now is me. Don't worry, I won't let anyone else interfere in our battle."
Hearing the domineering tone in Shi Xiao's words, Mo Qilin could no longer hold back and rushed forward. The two sides fought fiercely with the most primitive attitude.
At the same time, as more and more casual cultivators came in from around them, the demon clan that originally had the numerical advantage began to fail, and many of the seriously injured ones began to be killed by some monks together.
The surrounding immortals were ready to move when they saw this, but before they could move, there were sudden waves of terrifying fluctuations in the sky, and then an immortal fell straight to the earth.
Seeing him vomiting blood, the immortals hesitated. In just a few minutes, several more immortals were seriously injured and fell to the ground. It was as lively as dumplings.
On the other side, Wu Tian also encountered trouble. As time went by, he found that more and more demons were running behind him.
These are the second ones. Wu Tian did not dare to make any moves without knowing the purpose of the other party's visit. Even the Thunder Hidden Mosquito just now had to be exposed.
In such a restrained situation, his combat power and speed also weakened a lot. Gradually, he also began to have some crises. But fortunately, he was not slow to react and was able to escape every time.
Soon after, Wu Tian led a group of heavenly demons to the most chaotic battlefield, where humans and demons were fighting everywhere, with blood and broken limbs everywhere.
Just as he was dodging a demon beast rushing towards him from the side, Wu Tianfu, who was alert, looked up and saw a man emerging from under the body of a huge sky demon not far ahead.
Wen Lao.
As early as ten minutes ago, he had estimated Wu Tian's route and hid here in advance.
It's him.
After reacting, Wu Tian quickly stopped his galloping pace and planned to change direction, but he forgot that there was a group of sky demons behind him.
With a bang, Wu Tian was knocked straight away by a rampaging silver-haired lion demon.
He endured the severe pain and was about to stop. The next second, the temperature around him suddenly increased, and then a blazing flame lantern appeared in the air and fell in his direction.
"Damn, it's this again."
At this moment, it was like a big fireball appeared in the field. Under the terrifying high temperature, the monsters within a hundred meters nearby fled in all directions.
As a senior killer of the Chunxiao organization, Mr. Wen's grasp of the timing of sneak attacks was extremely good. Wu Tian had no chance to escape, and he was enveloped in with the two eighth-level demons behind him.
Piercing screams instantly echoed throughout the nearby battlefield, and two giant firemen could be vaguely seen running around inside the lantern.
The power of this blow was close to that of the late Mahayana. How could the eighth-level demon resist it? In less than ten breaths, the two unlucky guys fell to the ground without making a sound.
Mr. Wen turned a blind eye to this scene. What he cared about was Wu Tian's life and death.
In the Thousand Treasures Pagoda, Mr. Wen remembered that he used the flame lantern twice, but was blocked by the set of magic weapons and the mysterious Buddha's shadow in the opponent's hands.
Half a minute had passed, but there was still no movement in the field. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that his guess was correct. The opponent was only an eighth-level demon slayer. Even if he had a trump card, it would not be without cost. He could use it at will.
Just to be on the safe side, he deliberately waited a little longer before recalling the flame lantern. However, when he saw the situation on the field, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
I saw that the area just covered by the flame lantern had become charred black, and there were two more charred corpses on the ground.
In addition, an aperture entrance emitting a faint light stood there, but Wu Tian's corpse, which he had longed for, was nowhere to be seen.
"This is,,, a cave? And it's a cave that can withstand the attack of my flame lantern?"
He lost his mind and said: "Impossible, this is impossible."
