Yin Xiao was also helpless. There were so many direct disciples here that he could not take care of them. Except for Yin Zhen, he chose only his closest subordinates.
"Our eight major families have dominated the demon world for tens of thousands of years. How can we destroy our reputation and run away from the battle?"
"Anyway, you can't escape death. If you kill one, you can earn enough money. If you kill two, you can earn one."
"If we break through together, there will always be a chance."
The desperate monks suddenly broke out, and for a moment, the treasure shone with brilliance, and tens of thousands of monks were densely packed, like locusts, flying in all directions.
Zhuo Yifan looked at them with pity, but said nothing.
He Bizheng sighed and said: "A moth flies into a flame and destroys itself. The people of the Eight Great Families have really fallen."
The experts who had been waiting around showed evil smiles.
They were really afraid that Zhuo Yifan would be soft-hearted and let these money wolves go.
The disciples of these big families are extremely vengeful and will bite someone if they do something wrong.
Now these people take the initiative to escape, which is exactly what they want.
The masters took action one after another, and for a while, the entire star field was in a war.
The roar of energy, the flash of swords, and the fierce battle instantly entered.
Boom boom boom!
Ahhhh!
As soon as they made contact, they screamed again and again, and masters from the two major families were constantly killed.
Among them, there were only a few hundred in the Mahayana stage, so how could they be the opponents of tens of thousands of super masters? As soon as they rushed out, they were directly trapped by the battle formation formed by the Mahayana stage masters, and they were completely powerless to resist.
As for ordinary disciples in the Tribulation Stage, they are even more pitiful when faced with battle formations. They can't even block a single move. After being killed by the meat grinder-like battle formations, corpses litter the field, which is too horrible to see.
An army of one million is vulnerable, let alone only 50,000.
Soon, except for some particularly powerful Mahayana masters who were still resisting, almost all the masters were dead.
On the other hand, on the Tianyao Sect side, there were only a few minor injuries, and they were accidentally injured by their own people because of grabbing heads.
Such a battle is like a group of kindergarten children trying to escape the siege of adults. It is impossible to succeed.
Seeing the number of monks in front of him decrease rapidly, Yin Xiao closed his eyes in pain.
This outcome has long been doomed, and it is too late to regret it now.
The disciples of the An family were given special care, and no one survived.
An Buyu was also strangled to pieces in the battle formation.
At this point, the dark family in the demon world is destroyed!
The sky suddenly became stormy and lightning was raging.
Everyone looked into space in shock.
Suddenly, in the thick starry sky, lightning intertwined, and a huge hand suddenly stretched out.
With a wave of his hand, covered by the spiritual force field, all the monks teleported over and directly entered the Netherworld Tower. Some Tianyao Sect disciples who had not become believers were directly grabbed by him.
, and threw it into the Netherworld Tower.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Zhuo Yifan started taking action almost as soon as the world changed.
In the blink of an eye, the originally dense crowd of Tianyao Sect disciples disappeared, leaving only Zhuo Yifan and 11 people from the Yin family.
Yin Xiao looked at Zhuo Yifan in shock, and even forgot to move for a moment.
Zhuo Yifan slapped him over and said, "Leave quickly, I want to die!"
The power of this palm was like a hurricane, directly picking up 11 people and throwing them thousands of miles away.
Yin Xiao and others looked horrified, watching in disbelief as the huge hand stretched out from the lightning and struck towards Zhuo Yifan.
This palm seems to have endured too much power. Every time it drops, it will tremble. The lightning is like an electric knife, constantly cutting the giant palm.
That cutting force is enough to tear a real demon master in half instantly, which is very terrifying.
A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth, and the runes on his body flowed. The pale golden runes even made a clicking sound, and they quickly formed the appearance of [Xuanwu Armor], even his eyes were covered.
But through eye protection, Zhuo Yifan felt that his perception had become more sensitive.
In his hand, the Sword of the Saint slowly appeared, and the runes on it flowed, as if the weapon was charging.
All of this may sound slow, but in fact, from the appearance of the giant palm to Zhuo Yifan drawing out the holy sword, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
This vast void was completely imprisoned, and the extremely powerful force locked directly on Zhuo Yifan. No matter where he went, he could not escape the attack of the giant palm above his head.
There was no fear in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, but a strong fighting spirit arose in his eyes.
He raised the sword of the saint and stabbed it out with a sudden thrust.
This sword was extremely slow and heavy, as if it was lifting hundreds of millions of kilograms. But as he slowly thrust it out, the Saint's Sword gradually became brighter, and finally it exploded like a scorching sun.
The light came and shot straight into the sky.
【Qingtian Yijian】!
Golden light burst out from Zhuo Yifan's eyes, and the power of faith was poured into the Sword of the Saint for free. At that moment, Zhuo Yifan even felt that he had turned into the Sword of the Saint and was growing rapidly.
The incomparably powerful power seemed to have increased in circles, bursting out with a power several times greater than the main body, directly bombarding the giant palm.
At this moment, the entire Wanli Star Territory seemed to be frozen, and time became extremely slow. Not only was Zhuo Yifan's movements slow, but even the lightning and all the fluctuations in the world seemed to be frozen, and he was trying to move.
, only the sword energy and the giant palm, but they seemed to be under endless pressure and seemed very strenuous.
The sword energy impacted on the giant palm, and a circle of ripples spread out, and the surrounding void was visible to the naked eye, just like the slow breaking process of glass, which was shocking.
Tsk!
The lightning became more intense, constantly slashing at the sword energy and giant palm.
Zhuo Yifan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled as if shaking.
He didn't expect that this lightning was even more powerful than the thunder calamity that fell from heaven. If he hadn't already mastered the first level of the [Immortal Zombie Art], just this one strike would have caused his entire body to collapse.
The giant palm was also uncomfortable. He seemed to have forced his way through the lightning layer, and the attacks he suffered were even more unimaginable.
Zhuo Yifan has now touched the rules of time, and he can see at a glance that the rules of time and space are all over this palm. Otherwise, this palm would have been broken into pieces by lightning.
The owner of this hand is so powerful that even if his strength is suppressed to the lowest level, he still suppresses this ten thousand miles of star field. With one palm of his hand, all existence is locked.
Zhuo Yifan's face turned pale for a moment. He suddenly jumped up and swung his sword repeatedly. Sword energy flew out like meteors. In an instant, he didn't know how many swords he struck.
Then these sword energy gathered into a torrent and turned into a sword pillar as thick as a hundred miles, which suddenly pierced the palm of the giant palm.
When the two intersected, an extremely terrifying space storm suddenly erupted, raging throughout the entire ten-thousand-mile star field, turning all the remaining meteorites into fly ash.
After this wave of shock, the Wanli Starfield was empty except for Zhuo Yifan and Juzhang.