Yang Gao sat quietly in the center, her body trembling slightly in the hazy halo. Her eyes were firm and pious, as if she were making a sacrifice to an unknown mysterious power. Around her, darkness was like splashed ink, constantly rolling and surging. It was the inheritance of Taotie, a desire and temptation originating from the deep darkness.
Mu Yu, wearing a pure white robe and an exquisite white mask, quietly guarded Yang Gao. His eyes were firm and clear, like the cold pool on the top of the mountain. Facing the darkness and temptation around him, he did not show any wavering. His body is like a majestic mountain, stable and tough. No matter how the surroundings change, he always protects Yang Gao.
However, the surrounding ground is not stable. In the face of this huge temptation, it also began to surge, like a living giant beast, and its awakened desire drove it slowly closer. The earth was no longer sleeping, but like an enraged beast, ready to launch a final attack on them.
In the eyes of casual cultivators, Mu Yu is a god of death. His name spreads in the world, always accompanied by death and destruction. His reputation was so great that many people were afraid of talking about him. Yet despite his fame, the allure of divine legend was too great.
Yang Gao, the mysterious girl protected by Mu Yu, is a treasure in the eyes of all casual cultivators. There seemed to be some unknown power hidden in her body, a power that could change the entire world of immortality. Therefore, despite Mu Yu's intimidating power, they still fought for it desperately.
They know that if they can get Yang Gao, if they can get that mysterious power from her, then they may reach the sky in one step and become giants in the world of immortality. This is why they took the risk and why they turned a blind eye to Mu Yu's title of God of Death.
However, these casual cultivators also knew that it was not easy to take Yang Gao away from Mu Yu. They must pay a huge price and must be prepared to face possible failure. But they still took action without hesitation, because the temptation of the gods was too great for them.
They are not ordinary people who are easily intimidated. They are casual cultivators, elites in the world, and each of them has considerable strength in their own uniqueness. They used various means to fight against Mu Yu and the power from the earth.
Someone was waving their staff and chanting ancient spells. Every word they spoke was like waves, leaving traces in the air. Someone drew the ancient bow and arrow, and each arrow carried all their power, like a meteor streaking across the sky, shooting towards Mu Yu's figure.
Their attacks were like a storm, violent and crazy. It was an irresistible force, and it was the determination and courage they put in to expel Mu Yu. Their attacks were like lightning in the dark night, lighting up everything around them and shocking everyone present.
Then, they rushed into the mysterious black mine field. It was a field full of power, and every ray of lightning was like a sword of heavenly punishment, splitting the air. However, these casual cultivators did not flinch, and they rushed forward at a faster speed. Their determination and courage seemed to become a kind of strength, resisting the power of the thunder field.
Mu Yu did not flinch under their attack. On the contrary, a determined smile appeared on his face. He stood there, facing all attacks, like a mountain, stable and firm. He waved the sword in his hand, and every swing seemed to cut through the space and cut open the air.
There was a unique light shining in his eyes, which was his faith and courage to fight against all this. He faced all attacks alone without taking a step back. His figure appeared firmer and taller in the lightning.
This is a test for Mu Yu and a test for everyone. They must prove their ability and determination to drive out this menace from the land. Their attacks must be precise, their strategies must be clever, and their resolve must be strong.
In this attack there is no retreat, no compromise. There is only victory and defeat, only advancement and retreat. These casual cultivators know this very well, they go all out with every attack, and they go all out with every effort.
As time went on, their attacks became more violent. Every attack was like a strong wind blowing through the mysterious black thunder field. Each attack was like a bolt of lightning, lighting up the darkness.
However, Mu Yu was not defeated. There he stood, taking their blows and resisting their power. His eyes were full of firmness and determination. His figure appeared taller in the lightning.
In the end, these casual cultivators were unable to defeat Mu Yu. Their attacks could not shake him in the slightest. Their efforts seemed to be in vain. They begin to tire and begin to pant. Their attacks slowed and became weak.
However, Mu Yu still stood there. He still maintains his calmness and determination. His figure appeared taller and stronger in the lightning. His eyes were filled with victory.
Suddenly, his hands traced a beautiful trajectory in the air, like an eagle striking the sky, and then, dark thunder energy surged in the air, like a sudden burst of wind in the dark night. It was an indescribable power that shocked the entire audience and stopped people's heartbeats.
The thunderous energy quickly condensed into a long black lightning, which rolled and jumped in the air like a python, sweeping across the entire venue. Its existence makes everyone feel oppressed. It is a kind of fear coming from the soul, and it is a kind of awe of the unknown power.
Mu Yu's attacks were impenetrable, and he seemed to transform into an invulnerable warrior. Every move he made was full of power and confidence. He is like an artist, exerting every force to the extreme, making every subtle movement full of rhythm.
He pounces on his opponent like a wolf, an attack that shows no mercy. His thunder energy is like an iron wall, surrounding his opponents, leaving them with nowhere to escape. His attacks came like a tide, one wave after another, without stopping for a moment.
In this fierce confrontation, Mu Yu was like a mountain, stable and firm. His eyes shone with determination and tenacity, and his figure looked even taller under the light. He knows that only by going all out can he win.
With everyone watching, Mu Yu's attacks became more and more fierce. Every swing and every collision is as shocking as thunder.
A strong man rushed out, holding a bloody long knife in his hand, the blade shining coldly under the scorching sun. It was a knife full of stories, and every swing seemed to tell a heroic epic. The blade was so sharp that it seemed like it could cut the air.
At this time, Mu Yu's thunder field was raging around him. It was a mysterious field, a grid of thunder and lightning, and any creature that dared to touch it would be instantly wiped out. However, this strong man showed no fear and rushed forward firmly.
He brandished the blood-colored long sword, which shone like a dragon, tearing open Mu Yu's thunder field. At that moment, it was as if time had stopped, and only the strong man, the long sword, and the thunder field existed. Immediately afterwards, the thunder light dissipated, the power grid shattered, and Mu Yu's thunder field was cut through by the strong man with a single knife.
The bloody sword struck down, cutting through the silent air. That sword was like a mountain toppling over, carrying unstoppable power. Under the blade, Mu Yu's thunder field could no longer stop his pace.
Under the attack of countless chains, Mu Yu looked particularly calm. These chains carried strong energy, as if they were going to bind him, but he didn't have the slightest fear. His eyes were full of determination and determination, like a brave warrior who never flinched in the face of difficulties.
Those chains were like the tentacles of a monster, sweeping in with a fierce attack. They shone with cold light, and each one was filled with powerful power, as if it could bind everything. However, Mu Yu is not someone who can be easily restrained by anyone.
In his hands, black thunder began to gather. This is a violent force, like anger in the dark, illuminating everything around it. However, Mu Yu was not satisfied with this. He began to guide this power and transform it into a more powerful white thunder.
This is a pure power, like morning dew washing away darkness and bringing new hope. The white thunder rolled in Mu Yu's hands, like a smart dragon, roaring and rushing towards the chains. When it came into contact with the chains, the chains quickly began to carbonize as if they were covered in snow that had been exposed to the scorching sun.
In the dark depths of the underworld, human beings are as rare as autumn leaves, but they are not alone. Although their number has been reduced to only one-tenth or two, they are still a strong and tenacious collective. Everyone is an elite who has been tempered in the human world. They have a strong will and unique abilities. Everyone is a special character.
Mu Yu, the man in gray robes, stood like a lonely mountain peak in this dead land. His eyes were like stars, shining with deep light, while his face was like a rock carved by time, hard and cold. His presence is like a bright torch, illuminating this dark world.
Although Mu Yu had the power to suppress them, he also understood that this suppression was only temporary. They were so powerful that each one could equal ten, but Mu Yu knew that he could not stop them forever. There was a kind of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that he needed to find a way to solve this problem, otherwise, he would not be able to block their attacks for a long time.
However, time was not on his side. As time went by, the pressure deep in the underworld became stronger and stronger, and Mu Yu's physical strength was gradually depleted. He knew that he needed to find a solution to this problem as soon as possible, otherwise, he would no longer be able to block their attacks.
Ren Hua no longer goes to the theater at this time. His flaming red hair looked particularly dazzling under the light, as if it was about to ignite the entire night. His body stood upright, and the fire spear in his hand was like a fire dragon rising out of the sea, bringing with it scorching temperature and destructive power.
His eyes were firm and decisive, as if he was ready to face the upcoming challenge. His movements are elegant and powerful, and every time he swings the fire gun, he seems to be writing a battle poem. Under his control, the flames at the tip of the spear were sometimes as violent as the wind, sometimes as soft as the drizzle.
The addition of Ren Hua instantly broke the balance on the stage. His presence was like a huge source of fire, lighting up the entire dark night. His flaming spear drew fiery tracks in the night, as if it would burn all enemies to ashes.
At this time, Ren Hua was no longer the gentle ordinary person, but a fighting madman. His flaming spear danced in his hand as if it had become a part of him. His movements were smooth and powerful, each swing carrying endless power and determination.
With his joining, the battle becomes more intense and cruel. Enemies fell under his attack, and his flaming spear became a symbol of death. However, Ren Hua had no intention of stopping. He shuttled across the battlefield like a ball of fire, constantly burning and destroying.
His figure looked taller and more powerful in the moonlight. His flaming red hair fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame, lighting up everything around him. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through all lies and disguises.
Ren Hua's fighting style is unique and dazzling. He does not rely on gorgeous skills and fancy moves, but on strong strength and tenacity. He moves on the battlefield like a raging beast, charging fearlessly at his enemies and ripping apart their defenses with his flaming lance.
His attacks were as violent and swift as a gust of wind, making it impossible to see his movements clearly. Every time you swing the fire gun, there will be screams and blood splashing from the enemy. His attacks are not only powerful, but also have a unique rhythm and rhythm, as if they are playing a symphony of death.
Ren Hua's combat ability and leadership have been recognized and admired by all team members. Under his leadership, they charged towards the enemy as fiercely as a pack of wolves, burning everything mercilessly like fire. Their morale is high and their fighting spirit is strong, and everyone becomes a warrior and madman in battle.
Yang Xian did not take immediate action, but looked deeply at the ancient underworld tribe behind the crowd. Their creepy images make people shudder. Their bodies are half human and half ghost, as if they have crossed the boundary between life and death, making it impossible to tell whether they are humans or ghosts.
Their movements began to become sneaky, like shadows in the dark, silently surrounding Yang Xian and the crowd. Their eyes flashed with cunning light, as if they were planning some conspiracy. Their steps were light and fast, making it impossible to see where they were moving.
Yang Xian's heart was full of vigilance and calmness. He knew that these guys from the ancient underworld were using people in the world to achieve their goals. Their behavior made people feel sick and angry, but Yang Xian knew that he had to stay calm and not let his emotions influence his actions.
He began to think about countermeasures, and at the same time paid close attention to the actions of the ancient people of the underworld.
The people fighting in the front were suddenly horrified to find that their life was being slowly drained away by an invisible force. Their footsteps became heavy, as if bound by invisible shackles, their blood seemed to solidify, no longer boiling, and their vitality gradually weakened. They opened their eyes wide, but found that they could not see clearly what force was causing the trouble.
Behind them, the figures from the ancient tribes of the underworld swayed in the shadows. Their faces were like carved dead souls, without any trace of vitality. Their hands continued to form complex marks, and these marks gathered into a strange force in the air. It was a dark and powerful force that began to absorb people's vitality and consume their vitality bit by bit.
It was the power of a formation, and it began to spread on the battlefield, surging like a dark tide. Every person from the ancient tribe is part of the formation, and their bodies, voices, and movements all strengthen the power of the formation. As the formation was activated, a powerful suction force began to emanate from their bodies, sucking everything around them into the formation.
Everyone struggled, trying to escape this dark force, but their efforts were in vain. Their vitality is constantly being extracted, and the light of life is gradually dimming. Their bodies begin to weaken and their eyes become empty.
"What's going on?" someone shouted in horror.
"It's the ancient tribe from the underworld! They are using formations to absorb our vitality!" Someone reacted and shouted in horror.
Everyone began to panic. They faced not only enemies on the battlefield, but also invisible threats from the rear. They didn't know how to fight against this formation, so they could only watch as their life force was slowly deprived of them.
At this critical moment of life and death, some people began to look for solutions. They tried to break through the formation, but the suction was too strong and they couldn't break free. They began to look for weaknesses in the formation, hoping to find a way to crack it.
"We must unite!" someone shouted, "Only by uniting can we fight against this formation!"
Everyone began to gather together to form a powerful formation. They began to use their power to fight against the dark force. Their faith begins to burn, forming a powerful force field.
However, the formation of the ancient underworld tribe began to launch the strongest attack. It was an irresistible force that began to completely deprive everyone of their life force.
In the gloomy and grand ancient castle of the underworld, the air suddenly became solemn, as if an irresistible force was slowly coming. The originally vibrant ancient people suddenly turned pale, and their eyes revealed a deep fear and helplessness.
They are in a huge magic circle, which was opened during the mysterious ceremony of the ancient tribe of the underworld. This formation is like a huge suction cup, absorbing their vitality and extracting their vitality bit by bit.
