After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, the experts who were holding Lu Yinchuan's party nodded and started taking action one after another.
"Puff, puff, puff!" A famous expert turned into a rain of blood, and his soul dissipated. The same happened to Lu Yinchuan, who turned into a rain of blood and moistened the entire square.
Maybe some people in the Ming clan were afraid of offending the forces behind Lu Yinchuan, but the masters of other clans were not afraid. They took action boldly. For a moment, the ground of the square was dyed red with blood. It looked extremely miserable, adding to the gray-red square.
A touch of color.
"What's the second condition!" The master of the real-life peak of the Ming clan said with a somewhat ugly expression. After all, it was the masters of the Ming clan who died. These people might play a big role in the future.
"The second condition is also for everyone's sake. Now we are surrounded by a group of powerful masters. I don't know what their intentions are. I leave this matter to you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a faint smile.
At the moment when he was fighting with everyone, Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness had been able to spread to any place in the Dark Dead City. At that time, he felt the presence of many powerful enemies around him.
Black hair and black wings are all masters of the Mingyu clan.
"What, there are actually enemies around us?" one person asked in shock.
"How is it possible! We have so many masters here, why haven't we noticed it?" Another person asked.
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan said this, it was no less than a bomb dropped in everyone's heart. They were shocked. They were a little skeptical about Yu Wen Zhouyuan's words at first, but then they believed it. Since Yu Wen Zhouyuan regarded this as the second condition,
Then you must have checked that there are strong enemies around you.
Everyone's eyes were shining brightly, and they were rolling around with terrifying momentum, trying to find out what was going on with those people.
Under the surge of terrifying momentum, the surrounding space shook violently, and countless looming figures emerged.
"Hahaha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded, and then a figure stretched out from the void. His black hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were like cold lightning, and his face showed an unruly look. The four pairs of black wings behind him fanned out slightly.
, black energy surged, as if the devil was coming, and the terrifying momentum filled this space.
This man's cultivation has reached the peak of the real person, and he has stepped into the realm of a real master. He is in the Death Abyss of Dead Souls. What depresses everyone the most is that this man is not affected by the environment in the Death Abyss of Dead Souls at all.
Is it divine consciousness or the power of rules?
After this man appeared, figures walked out of the surrounding void one after another. One by one stood in the void, scanning the people in the square with cold eyes, with a hint of disdain and ridicule in their eyes.
"The Ming Envoy Legion of the Ming Yu Clan!" Seeing these masters, the faces of the Ming Human Clan changed drastically. On the other hand, the other tribes looked confused. They looked at the Ming Human Clan and then at the people standing in the void, seeming to be thinking.
What is the relationship between the two?
"It's you damn things. I didn't expect you remnants to still exist in the world." The master of the underworld tribe said with an ugly face.
"Hehe, there are more things you haven't thought of! The Dark City of Death is the holy land of our Mingyu Clan, and everyone who enters must die!" Among the countless masters of the Mingyu Clan, the four in the center are the peak real people.
He said to the black-winged man in a serious tone.
"Hmph! Just looking at you, there's no guarantee who will die!" A master from the Yinhun Tribe said coldly.
"The power you, the Yinhun Clan, possess is similar to ours, and the restrictions you receive in a place like this should not be very strong. Why don't we unite and kill all these people? When the time comes, we will definitely let you go." Then.
The master of the Mingyu Clan, a real person at the pinnacle, glanced at him and said calmly.
After hearing these words, the expressions of everyone in the Yin Hun Clan changed drastically. The masters of the Yin Hun Clan were indeed subject to very few restrictions in the Death Abyss of Dead Souls, but they all hid them and prepared to show them off at the last moment. They did not expect that they would be captured by the underworld now.
The underworld messenger of the Yu clan made it clear.
The other tribes all turned their attention to the masters of the Yinhun tribe, and their eyes were vaguely unkind.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood at the original place, watching this scene with cold eyes, as if he was watching a good show. There were too many people coming at this time, and he didn't mind a big battle.
Ever since he entered the Death Abyss of Dead Souls, he had a feeling of being led by someone. Although their itinerary was random, it was always full of a series of coincidences. The appearance of the Dark Envoy from the Mingyu Clan made things even more complicated.
It increases the complexity of things.
What identity does the Ming Yu Clan's Ming Envoy appear in? It has been hidden for so long. Why did he suddenly sacrifice himself? Is it related to the soul-calling flower? No one knows.
"What an envoy from the Mingyu Clan, he is so talkative. He wants to provoke us with just one word, telling you that you are dead today." The master of the Yinhun Clan said coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The masters of the Mingyu clan standing in the void are far less numerous than the people in the square. They only have five hundred masters, and there are only a few dozens of real people on the ninth level. They are far behind compared with everyone else.
But judging from their nonchalant expressions, they must have some back-up plan.
"Hehe...die! All of them will die, fall into darkness, and fall into the bottomless abyss." The underworld envoy of the Mingyu clan laughed wildly, and formed complicated handprints with his hands.
Black rays of light scattered in all directions.
Although they didn't know what the other party was going to do, everyone chose to act first to gain the upper hand.
"Kill!" The roars shouted out one after another, and the sound rippled in the space. The terrifying momentum continued to rise, and the space was shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse.
Rays of light surged out and struck at the many masters of the Dark Envoys of the Mingyu Clan in the void, as if they were going to shatter the whole world.
"Ignorant people, let's try the great gift we give you first!" The Mingyu tribe's envoy sneered, stopped waving his hands, took a step forward and disappeared, and the others also disappeared at the same time.
In Yu Wen Zhouyuan's consciousness, they all appeared on the thick and tall walls of the "Dark City of Death", looking at everything coldly with a look of amusement on their faces.
"Boom!" The terrifying energy wave bombarded the city wall.
What surprised everyone was that the crumbling buildings in the dark city were still intact, as if they were protected by some kind of power.
At this moment, torrents of black energy surged in from all directions, like extremely ferocious black dragons, roaring and making the void tremble.
These black mist filled the entire dark dead city, greatly affecting everyone's sight and perception.
"Roar!" A series of strange roars came out, and black shadows that seemed to be ethereal formed. These black shadows were majestic and powerful.
Looking at these phantoms condensed in the black mist, everyone's expressions became heavy. Such phantoms looked like illusions. Who knew whether they could be dealt with in normal ways.
Yuwen Zhouyuan shrank his eyes and frowned slightly. The light in his eyes flashed and he immediately saw that these phantoms were the souls of dead people. These souls had completely lost themselves and were completely enslaved, leaving only
Pure fighting spirit.
The only way to do this is to lay out peerless formations before those masters die. Now it seems that the Dark City of Death and the Dead Souls Abyss hide a big secret.
At this time, those phantoms took action directly, unleashing powerful attacks, and black energy surged, condensing into various forms.
Of course, everyone did not show weakness and fought with these phantoms one after another. In the square, only the masters of the Ming clan had strong fighting spirit. In their hearts, the Ming envoys of the Ming Yu clan were the primary enemies.
Streams of black power burst out, dispersing the black energy in the sky and earth. The lethality was astonishing. As long as it attacked those shadows, those shadows would become blurred, as if they were about to disappear.
The masters of other races are also very powerful. They use all kinds of special skills and burst out terrible power.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream sounded. This scream was extremely sad, as if he was in great pain.
"What the hell, this phantom actually contains a soul attack, damn it!" After the scream ended, there was an angry curse.
The sound suddenly stopped, and the screams and curses belonged to the same person.
After hearing these words, everyone secretly became vigilant to prevent the soul attacks of those phantoms.
In this square, all kinds of rays of light are shining into the sky, rising into the sky in the thick black mist. Terrifying energy fluctuations are constantly rolling around. The black energy seems to be endless and cannot be dissipated at all.
Some phantoms disappear, and some masters die. Those phantoms are all illusory. To make them disappear, the attack power must be extremely powerful. If those phantoms cannot be dissipated immediately, even if the phantoms are blurred, it will not take long.
It will also recover, causing great trouble to everyone.
This grand battle seemed to have nothing to do with Yuwen Zhouyuan, who stood aside and watched the battle.
"Ibosig, why don't we go up and help?" Looking at the fierce battle in the square, Jin Yuanhao asked Xiaofeng, and everyone else also turned their attention to Yuwen Zhouyuan, as if asking for Yuwen Zhouyuan
opinions.
"Fellow Daoist Qiao, it's your right to help or not. I won't restrict you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Jin Yuanhao's eyes flashed with excitement and he rushed directly into the battlefield.
The others hesitated for a moment, some joined the battle, and others stood by Yuwen Zhouyuan and watched. They were all people who had no confidence in their own strength.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted to continue watching like this, a shadow found Yuwen Zhouyuan and took action against him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan released the attack method of the Three Talents Sword Formation of Great Zhou Tian. As the flying swords flew, any approaching shadows dissipated in an instant.
When Si Rumeng and others saw this scene, they admired Yuwen Zhouyuan even more. It took a lot of effort for the masters in the square to make the shadow disappear, but Yuwen Zhouyuan looked extremely relaxed.
There was another aspect that impressed them. Just now, when countless experts were preparing to take action, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around and took control of the situation with just a few words.