I don't know who shouted first, and then countless voices converged into a deafening roar. The monks on both sides of the battle were like two distinct rivers, merging into one in the blink of an eye.
At the junction of the "rivers", bright red colors rise and fall one after another, which is the tragic scene of the death of the monks of Xuandan Mansion.
Zhao Yisu was stunned for a moment when he encountered such a tragic scene as soon as he left Qixing Pavilion.
Jiang Yunchen: "Take medicine."
Zhao Yisu quickly came to his senses and stuffed a handful of pills to replenish spiritual energy into his mouth. The spiritual energy quickly gathered in the spiritual sea. Zhao Yisu also smelled the spiritual energy contained in the air from the thick smell of blood.
After leaving the sealed Seven Star Pavilion, the breathing law took effect again, and she no longer had to rely on elixirs to replenish her spiritual energy.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind: "You all die!"
The voice was mixed with the voices of men, women, old and young, and they overlapped eerily, making Zhao Yisu's hair stand on end: "It's a demonic body!"
When she turned back, she saw a huge black shadow rising from the depths of the Xuandan Palace, standing between heaven and earth. On the shoulders of the black shadow, stood a familiar figure, who was the current president of the Xuandan Palace. The leader is Master Rongyue.
The demon bodies Zhao Yisu had seen before were all vague human shapes, but this was the first time he saw such a concrete demon body.
Jiang Yunchen corrected her: "It's the Demon King."
His tone was serious, but there was no fear or panic in his eyes. Contrary to him, the monks below have been in chaos for a long time. The demon king has come out, and only the eighth-grade high-level cultivator dares to fight with him. Not to mention the low-grade cultivators, even the sixth-grade real person comes forward, and it is not enough for the demon king to fill the gap between his teeth.
Huge fear instantly shrouded everyone's heads. The monks from the five major sects who had just been so aggressive retreated continuously, while the disciples of Xuandan Palace suddenly woke up from a dream and rushed forward, shouting: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Zhao Yisu stood at a high place and watched helplessly as the situation reversed 180 degrees.
Among the people of the five major sects who were escaping, a familiar figure flew upstream and flew high into the sky.
It's Wang Polu!
He has a strong physique. When standing on the ground, he always gives people a strong and oppressive feeling. But now in the sky, his figure looks so small compared to the huge Demon King.
Wang Polu held a sledgehammer in his hand, and the hammer was faintly glowing with spiritual power. Without any hesitation, he hit the devil with a hammer of his life!
Against the backdrop of the tall black shadow of the Demon King, the spiritual power of the hammer seemed so weak and pitiful. When the hammer light flew past, the Demon King gently raised his hand, closed his two fingers, and gently pinched the hammer light directly. Broken.
The low-level cultivators who saw this scene were frightened and ran away even more frantically. However, Wang Polu, who should be afraid the most, did not retreat or even hesitate, and fired the second hammer again!
Very well, this brat who overestimates his abilities has successfully attracted the attention of the devil.
The Demon King's dark, featureless face roared with unknown meaning, and then pointed in the direction of Wang Polu——
"He really knows how to seek death!"
Zhao Yisu cursed lowly and immediately lit up the fourth-grade talisman paper: "Come out!"
Following her call, a tall stone sculpture suddenly stood up from the collapsed ruins of Seven Star Pavilion.
This stone sculpture looks like a Rakshasa. Although it is less than half the size of the Demon King, it is several times larger than an ordinary human being. Rakshasa flew in front of Wang Polu in the blink of an eye, blocking the "petite" him behind him, while Zhao Yisu stood on Rakshasa's shoulder in order to control Rakshasa.
From the emergence of the Demon King, to Wang Polu coming to the rescue, to Zhao Yisu rescuing people, everything happened in an instant.
When her little figure flew forward, Jiang Yunchen did not stop her. He just looked at her figure and said, "You are quite good at seeking death."
After saying that, he sighed softly and caught up with Zhao Yisu.
Why does this female cultivator dare to be so arrogant? Wasn't it because he was sure that he wouldn't just watch her seek death?
Sure enough, he was still too indulgent to her.
At this time, the Demon King's attention shifted from the little Wang Polu to Rakshasa and the two new monks.
However, it doesn't matter, no matter how many low-level practitioners are, they are just ants to him.
"die!"
The Demon King suddenly stretched out his hand. The black palm was like the five-finger mountain of Tathagata Buddha. It didn't look big at first, but when it was printed in front of his eyes, it was like the sky itself, giving people a sense of powerlessness that they couldn't escape from.
Just such a palm made Low Xiu's heart break when he saw it from a distance, but none of the three people gave in.
In the eyes of the people on the ground, these three monks were certain to die, and no one doubted this. Especially Fuxishan's fellow disciples have recognized the identities of these three people.
Wang Polu was only in the third grade, and Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen were in the fourth grade, neither of them enough for the Demon King to take a look at.
The black palm prints were getting closer and closer, and the brave one had already closed his eyes.
Suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, and a dazzling sword intent rose from behind the demon king!
"It's the Cloud-stopping Sword!"
It turned out that Li Tingyun arrived half a step too late when the formation was shattered, in order to block the aftermath of the shattered formation and protect more low-level cultivators.
When he realized that the evolution of the demon body was finally completed, he knew that the newly promoted Demon King was in an unstable state, so he chose to take it off guard. He used the space law that only an eighth-grade monk could master, stepped through the void, and came to the Demon King's back in one step.
The Tingyun sword rose, the wind and clouds surged, the sword force tore apart the heaven and earth, and slashed down the Demon King's back!
"ah--"
The demon king burst out with an unpleasant roar. The sword of the eighth-level monk severely injured his newly promoted and unstable advancement. In anger, he did not immediately fight back against the eighth-level monk, but insisted on pressing the button. This palm print poured all the anger into the three minor cultivators in front of me!
"boom!"
Thick black palm prints covered the figures of the three monks, and Chun Xia couldn't help but scream: "Wang Polu!"
Dongfang Yu and Ye Kongzhou stared at Zhao Yisu's figure, unable to believe that the extremely elegant female cultivator had disappeared into thin air.
At this time, a figure suddenly flew out of the black palm prints.
Chunxia was the first to see clearly, and the figure flying up to catch the man was none other than Wang Polu.
This stupid guy was almost unscathed. He just covered his butt and yelled: "Zhao Yisu!"
It turned out that the moment before the big palm fell, Zhao Yisu turned around and kicked Wang Polu hard. In this way, Wang Polu was kicked out of the demon king's big palm. The figures of Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen, together with the stone sculpture Rakshasa, were completely stunned. Buried by the black mark.
Time seemed to stand still for a second, and it was Li Tingyun's second sword that broke the stagnation!
When the sword was raised, the Demon King had already raised his palm, turned around and caught Li Tingyun's sword with his bare hands. Darkness and light were fighting in the sky, and powerful pressure spread all around. Low cultivators used their remaining spiritual power to build barriers to prevent themselves from becoming cannon fodder.
Tingyun Sword and the Demon King formed a brief stalemate. During this stalemate, the real person Melting Moon, who was standing on the Demon King's shoulder, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes glowed red, aimed at Li Tingyun's figure, and uttered one word: "Death!"
The next moment, the figure used fire and rushed towards Li Tingyun!
