Hong Liang shouted loudly, his body swelled up, and he showed a three-headed and six-armed magic sign. He stepped on the auspicious clouds. The other three ancestors fell on his shoulders, each using magic weapons and magical powers to protect his body. Hong Liang shouted loudly, punched out with one punch, and the fist seal broke through the air, and was printed on the Huangquan Ghost Coffin!

There was a loud noise, like a quiet night bell ringing, and the vibration ripples spread thousands of miles away. The Yellow Spring Ghost Coffin was shocked violently, and the leader of the Tianzi Sect was inevitably affected by the power of counter-shock in it, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

But Hong Liang was even more injured and was forced to win the same way with the power of Pure Yang. Even with three people, he was still very injured. With just one punch, four of his six arms were broken, and three heads were sprayed with blood!

Shang Yuhe shouted: "Quickly enter the Eight Formation Thunder Chart, and only with the blessing of the formation can you be safe!" The three ancestors grabbed the listless Hong Liang and took the opportunity to escape into the Eight Formation Thunder Chart. With the protection of the thunder clouds, they felt better. The four of them immediately injected their entire body power into the Thunder Chart. The thunder clouds rolled, and took over the attack of the Six Desire Yin Demons for the Lord Meng.

With four people helping each other, Meng Shenjun took a breath. Before he left the world, he was full of confidence and thought that the world of reincarnation was just a small place and was within reach. Unexpectedly, the first disaster was overwhelming, and he encountered three demon ancestors surrounding him. He was really a jealous killer. Fortunately, the Nine-son Ghost Mother only cares about refining the innate spiritual roots and not joining forces with the leader of the Tianzi Clan, and the Six Desire Yin Demons, and he was worried that he had the means of sublimating and returning to his full strength to attack, so he did not kill him.

Among the four, Fu Zhen and Shangyu River were the highest, and they had already reached the threshold of unity. The four of them worked together, and with the cooperation of the eight formations of thunder maps, they could barely fight against the Six Desire Yin Demons. The leader of the Tianzi Sect was filled with demonic energy, and he grabbed it with his withered hands, and kept leaving the vital points of the whole body of the Shenjun Meng. There were thirteen corpse-piercing nails, which made Shenjun Meng exhausted to deal with it.

Weiyong, Ji Binghua and Duan Kexie had already flew over and couldn't help but look at each other. The innate Great Yan divine formation was broken, Yue Qingming died, Mu Qingfeng only had his soul left, everything happened too quickly, and he could not intervene at all. The three demon ancestors killed him halfway, but it was actually a rabbit that was overwhelmed.

Ji Binghua held the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword and said with a wry smile: "The Shenmu Island has been destroyed, and here is a mess. Which one should I help?" The three demon ancestors were the mortal enemies of the Xuanmen. They went to help and beat Meng Shenjun, who was bleeding from his head just now? It seemed that something was right.

Weiyong said: "They don't have to worry about their life and death. Go and see the creatures of the market and the East China Sea. Don't die innocence because of a fight!" The four Guiyi fought, and several Chunyang participated in the battle. After so many times, they almost turned the thousands of miles of sea around Shenmu Island into chaos. The earth, fire, water, wind and wind gushed, and volcanoes erupted underground. The East China Sea tribe was already in turmoil!

Ji Binghua was also kind-hearted and said, "Okay! Let's go to rescue living creatures. You can't implicate innocent people because of the 49th level of disaster. You can save one!" Duan Kexie had no objection, and the three ancestors left separately.

The Donghai Fangcheng City was already in chaos. The market was not far from Shenmu Island. Aftermath of the battle came, the formation restrictions that protected the Fangcheng City had been smashed to pieces. Many monks were stirred into a mess of flesh and blood at that time, and they were extremely aggrieved.

In the Taixuan Sect sword shop, Taoist Qingyuan and Di Ze put away a flying sword. They saw the opportunity and fled to the other end of the market early to avoid the danger of being affected. Seeing the celestial phenomena changing drastically and the wild waves were raging, Taoist Qingyuan shouted: "It's not a solution to continue like this, it's better to run away early!"

Di Zeshen agreed. The two immediately rolled up the fine and soft lights, drove the sword light and left. At this time, hundreds of rays of various colors of lights rose from the market, and everyone fled in a hurry. Faced with such a great disaster, even those who were waiting for the emperor in Chunyang could not protect themselves. What's more, the dignified Shenmu Island was destroyed as soon as possible. Who dared to be lucky?

Di Ze did not forget to look back at the forty-eight islands that had already flattened the sea, sighed silently, and flew quickly with the sword light. Suddenly, waves filled his ears, and several huge waves rushed towards the rushing waves. With the rush, countless houses in the market were destroyed, and the remaining momentum was not stopped, and they rushed towards the escape light of those who were escaping!

Di Ze was secretly frightened. He had made great efforts in the past few years and had already achieved the Dharma image. Even Taoist Qingyuan had already begun to overcome the disaster. The small waves were not cared about, but to take action to resist the waves, it would inevitably delay the opportunity to escape. If the four Guiyi fought again and again, it might be possible that the aftermath of the magical power would kill him!

Taoist Qingyuan gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around and palmed, interrupting the waves, shouting, "I'll break the back, junior brother, go quickly!" Di Ze was furious and shouted, "I'm not a person who is greedy for life and fears death!" He also turned around to block the waves. While the two of them fought, they won a glimmer of hope for the other people who escaped.

The two were fighting for whom to leave first, and whoever left behind, a divine light flew over. It was Taoist Weiyong who pretended to be the two of them in one sleeve and turned around and left. The other monks had the one who had poor magic power and shouted, "I'll ask the ancestor to save me!" Weiyongli ignored it, and the escape light had already gone far away.

The monks couldn't help but feel dejected, but saw another beautiful woman flying over. It was Ji Binghua who also pretended to be all the monks in one sleeve, flew to the market and rescued all the people who were not enough to escape. All the thousands of people in the market fell to the ground and shouted: "A real living Bodhisattva!"

Duan Kexie was too lazy to save people, so he only used his sword above the sea waves. His sword intent was everywhere, calming all the aftermath of the battle, giving the East China Sea tribe a chance to breathe and escape. Weiyong saved two disciples and was about to turn back to Taixuan, suddenly a magic power of evil suddenly surged out of the sea. Its artistic conception was high, and it came from immortality, and he fixed Weiyong's body for a moment!

A blood-colored sword light suddenly penetrated from the void, and it was nailed into Weiyong's eyebrows in a thread! Even though the Taoist Master Weiyong was well-versed, he had not crossed that threshold yet. The people who had plotted against each other again, and finally he went to Dao'er!

The sword light pierced into Weiyong's eyebrows, and with a jingle, it stabbed a hard object. It was the Demon-killing Treasure Mirror. Fortunately, this magic weapon blocked the deadly sword for Weiyong, but the sword was too powerful. A little bit of the sword light on the Demon-killing Treasure Mirror had many spider silk cracks!

Weiyong took advantage of this opportunity to scatter the soul into countless demon-killing lights, and flew up into the sky with the demon-killing magic mirror, without a trace. The blood-colored sword light circled out of nowhere and had already cut off the colorful sword light of a sword. However, Ji Binghua realized that Weiyong was being robbed. In a shock, he flew up an ice soul cold light sword light, creating an opportunity for Weiyong to escape.

At the same time, Duan Kexie also flew over, shouted loudly, his body and sword merged into one, and slashed towards the blood-colored sword light! A blood-colored demon shadow came in the air, reached out to hold the blood-colored sword light, and drew a half-arc. Within one move, Duan Kexie and his sword flew out!
Chapter completed!