Yan Yun sensed the serious situation of Nether Soul immediately. His face was ashen, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
Facing the huge group of monsters that were coming one after another, he hung the bow and arrow on his shoulder, and the evil-slaying gun appeared in his hand.
Although it was his first time fighting against the demon clan, he had noticed the monster's powerful combat power from the moment he shot the first demon clan. It was difficult to resist it with just bow and arrow skills, and the gasification archery technique was too exhausting. The magic power can be used to deal with a few enemies, but in a melee, it will be greatly reduced.
He held the Evil Punishing Spear with both hands, poured mana into it, and raised his arms again!
The mana pool in his Dantian boiled again, and the vigorous Qi turned into countless tiny particles, rising sharply.
In order to capture the Barbarian Bull and the Red-crowned Netherworld, he used mana as a chain to strengthen the binding power of the netherworld circle, but the loss of mana was too great.
The mana pool is no longer as full as before, and most of the "stones" next to the mana pool have also melted away.
He must make a quick decision to avoid long nights and long dreams.
What he is most worried about is the Netherworld Soul Flag in his sleeve pocket. Although the Ghost King has recognized its owner, who knows what will happen after the Netherworld Soul Flag is destroyed?
He doesn't dare to gamble!
If the Ghost King was no longer restrained by the soul flag and decided to kill his master, he believed that he would be unable to escape and would definitely die!
Therefore, while he was holding the barrel of the Evil Punishing Gun, he had already held five sets of Four Evil Talismans in his two palms at the same time, just in case.
Seeing Yan Yun rescue Fairy Qiuyan as soon as he showed up, and killing one of his own kind, all the demon clan couldn't help but go crazy. In addition, he was only one person, and his realm was only the Qi Condensation realm. He didn't bother to use the combined attack method anymore. Bai Huang's huge body formed a long snake in the air and swam towards him.
The wanton behavior of these demon tribesmen is exactly what Yan Yun wants, otherwise he would have to spend a lot of time because he couldn't take care of it both mentally and physically.
The soul array emitted by the Netherworld Soul Flag is indeed powerful, but the use of soul power is controlled by Yan Yun's mind.
If there were too many enemies pouring in at once, with his current cultivation level, it would be really difficult to suppress multiple targets with the soul power controlled by his mind at the same time.
He released all the dead souls in the entire soul flag in order to increase the range that the soul power could cover and make room for him to control the soul power and defeat them one by one!
When the second demon fell into the soul formation, Yan Yun moved his mind and covered it with soul power.
Then, holding the evil-slaying gun in one hand, he rushed forward.
The demon was overjoyed, its body sank, and it suddenly flew behind Yan Yun, opened its mouth and bit it. It obviously didn't know that its hidden secret had already been exposed!
Just when it was only five feet away from Yan Yun's back, it suddenly felt that its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it was stuck in a mud pond.
It was startled, and just as it was about to increase its brute strength to get rid of this blocking force, a spear shot straight through its bloody mouth!
The evil-punishing spear was quickly withdrawn. The demon didn't know what had happened. His whole body became stiff and he fell from the air.
This scene happened so fast that the third demon clan, which was charging straight towards Yan Yun, had no time to react in shock, and saw the evil punishment spear stabbing the center of the door without any bias!
It was startled, with a look of surprise on its plain, ugly face.
Invisibility is the natural ability of the Yin tribe!
As long as it is in the netherworld of the Black Mountain, it can use the energy of the netherworld to escape naturally.
In the previous fierce battle with the column led by three Lingtai realm monks, Yuzhu, Xu Fei, and Qiuyan, the Yin clan was invincible. Although they paid a certain price, they forced Xu Fei and Yuzhu to blow themselves up. , the remaining Zhanshitang disciples were almost unable to fight back.
It clearly used the concealment technique and its legs turned into mop-like fish tails. How could it still be seen through by Yan Yun?
That's why it looked so shocked when Yan Yun's spear struck. This distraction meant the end for it!
It only had time to block it with the palm of its hand, but with the blessing of abundant mana, the extremely sharp tip of the evil-slaying spear penetrated its palm and sank directly into its frightened mouth!
Gun in! Explosive ejaculation!
The demon tribe twitched all over and showed its original shape. When the evil-slaying gun was recovered, the monster immediately followed in the footsteps of its companions and fell down.
Yan Yun killed three demon clansmen in a row with lightning speed, which made all the demon clansmen who came after him look incredulous.
They were not devoid of intelligence, but were advanced underground creatures. They reacted immediately and wanted to retreat quickly to stabilize their charge.
But the first few have already fallen into the soul formation, how will Yan Yun give them a chance to leave?
With a thought in his mind, he divided his soul power into five strands, and simultaneously covered the five-headed demon clan that was about to attack him together, but was so frightened by him that he wanted to turn around and run away.
The Yin Clan has a strong body, and its brute strength is amazing. If it is divided into five parts at the same time, the binding force is naturally much weaker.
Therefore, the five-headed demon clan felt the pressure coming invisibly, and their resistance suddenly increased. They swept away their huge tail and were about to leave.
But the pressure of the soul array is invisible. Although they have turned their bodies, they cannot completely escape the confinement of soul power, and their bodies are still a bit slower than normal.
This little bit of stagnant power is enough for Yan Yun!
But he suddenly rushed up from the back of the human-faced vulture. When his body was in the air, he stabbed the evil-slaying spear in his hand directly at the weak spot on the back of a demon clan's neck without any false moves!
The human-faced vulture had been getting along with Yan Yun for some time, and it knew that the situation was dangerous, so it quickly drove Fairy Qiu Yan back to avoid entering the battle group.
It didn't fly far. While hovering, its bald head looked around warily.
At the same time, the Evil Punishing Spear was as fast as lightning, flashing three times in succession, and the three-headed demon tribe was killed!
The fourth demon saw the opportunity quickly. Just when the evil-slaying spear was stabbed at the back of its neck, it suddenly turned its big head and grasped the tip of the spear with both hands.
Although its thinking was fast, its ability to move was suppressed by the soul array. Before its hands full of power could close together, the gun tip was already only one foot away from its eyebrows!
It reacted extremely quickly, opened its mouth suddenly, and bit into the head of the gun with its white fangs.
Bang!
Three fangs were knocked out by the Evil Punishment Spear, and the tooth sockets in its mouth were all soft and numb from the shock, but it still bit the tip of the spear with great force at the critical moment.
It seemed that Yan Yun's shot could no longer accomplish anything. His eyes flickered and he threw the gun away. Instead, he waved his left hand and threw twenty bright talismans forward.
The five sets of four evil talismans were like summoning souls, making the remaining nine-headed demon tribesmen who had already seen the power of these talismans feel frightened.
Therefore, they did not attack Yan Yun immediately, but rushed to grab the talismans floating in the air to block Yan Yun's mana output.
No matter how they choose, it's all part of Yanyun's plan!
He patted the storage bag with his left hand and took out three netherworld circles. Then, the golden light flashed——
One of them caught the demon who was holding the Evil Punishing Spear, and the other three fell on the neck and arms of the other demon who had not had time to fly out of the range of the soul array.
The circle of descent was connected to Yan Yun's left hand by mana, and he immediately pulled it back with his five fingers.
The demon clinging to the tip of the Evil Punishing Spear, he grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands and was about to snatch the gun away when his neck suddenly tightened rapidly. He had difficulty breathing and his arms went limp.
Yan Yun's mind moved, and the body of the evil-punishing gun suddenly expanded and elongated, and he kicked the tail of the gun at extremely high speed.
Satisfied that it was a trick, this demon clan member seemed to commit suicide. He held the evil-slaying gun in his arms and pierced the head of the gun into his own throat and emerged from the back of his neck.
Yan Yunfei's power has become old and unsustainable.
However, he was not in a hurry, reached forward with his right hand, and grabbed the evil-slaying gun. At the same time, the mana strings in the three fingers of his left hand suddenly thickened, as if he were grabbing three thick cables and swinging him along.
His body drew a vigorous arc in the air, and landed firmly on the back of the demon tribe who was restrained by three netherworld circles. He spread his legs and clamped the monster's waist full of muscles.
The Yin Clan was rampant in the Black Mountain Netherworld for a while, even forcing the Lingtai Realm monks to die, and how often did they suffer such humiliation.
Under the strong confinement of the netherworld, this monster went crazy, its body dancing wildly in the air!
At the same time, it ignored the severe pain caused by the two traps on its arms that were deeply cut into its muscles. It grabbed the trap on its neck with both hands and tried to pull it open.
But Yan Yun's legs clamping around his waist seemed to have taken root, and he was not thrown away by its wild dance in the air.
However, the power of this monster's arms was extremely powerful, and Yan Yun could not resist it.
His tightly curled fists were stretched open inch by inch, and he was about to be broken free.
Yan Yun had no choice but to hold the evil-slaying gun in his right hand and stabbed the demon clan into the back of the neck under his crotch.
The monster immediately stopped struggling, and its body became as stiff as a piece of wood. It rolled with Yan Yun and fell from the air to the ground.
The Yins who were holding the Four Evil Talismans had just crushed the Talisman into powder and lost its power when they saw one of their companions being brutally killed by Yan Yun.
These creatures floating underground watched eight of their kind die tragically on the spot, which was extremely shocking to their minds.
But at the same time, they also saw a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because the corpse of the same kind was falling from the sky with its mortal enemy Yan Yun!
So they roared loudly and split into two.
Four of the demon clans, dragging their huge white bodies, rushed toward the chaotic souls in the air!
Obviously, they also noticed that these seemingly lifeless souls were Yan Yun's strength, and they tried to break it!
The souls of the dead are inherently erratic and have no entity, so the painstaking efforts of the two demon tribesmen to bite them were of course useless.
Another five-headed demon tribe launched a combined attack and attacked Yan Yun from multiple angles.
At this time, Yan Yun was about to get rid of the corpse of the Yin tribe, but under the influence of inertia, he could not escape for a while.
The most terrible thing is that he clearly did not borrow the power of the Nether Soul Flag at this time. The black flag surface was still peeling off, but the speed was slowed down a bit.
There was black gas coming out of his sleeve pocket, wisps of it, and it was hot, as if something was burning.
This is not the familiar ghostly mist!
Yan Yun was shocked!
