At this time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan could hardly raise the mana in his body, let alone rearrange any defenses. It could be said that he was in a desperate situation.
If he had been replaced by a True Lord cultivator, his death would have been almost certain, but Yuwen Zhouyuan was not so easy to deal with.
In the next breath, the False Demon Emperor appeared three feet in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan. He stretched out his hand and turned into black claws in mid-air. His nails stretched out with cold light and clawed hard towards his heart.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan was still numb all over, but he still had no problem mobilizing some spiritual thoughts. He shouted softly: "Sick!" A pocket on his waist suddenly opened by itself, and countless gray-white ghosts came out, and eight figures were looming.
It turned out that Dongmuzhen and other eight ghosts formed a large formation to block him. After these years of training, Dongsen Zhengui has also advanced to the true master stage. Although the individual cultivation level is too different from that of the False True Emperor,
But after the eight ghosts formed a formation, their power became unstoppable.
Dongmu Zhen waited for Yagui to roar loudly and stood in front of his master without fear.
With a "boom", the formation formed by the False Demon Emperor and the Eight Ghosts collided.
Although the eight ghosts were shocked and almost screamed in unison, they were also very tough. Not only did they not flinch, but they rubbed themselves forward regardless of the pain. They all opened their mouths and licked the neck, arms, thighs, etc. of the False Demon Emperor in one bite.
Biting hard everywhere.
"Ah!" The False Demon Emperor was shocked and angry. He never expected such a result. With a flick of his left hand, the magic light flashed in his palm, and Yiyu slapped Dongmu Zhen hard on the shoulder.
Because the Eight Ghosts formed a formation, there was a "crackling" noise, but Tomu's body was not damaged.
The eyes of the False Demon Emperor turned blood red, but he had no interest in merging with these eight ghosts. He flicked his demonic arm to throw the eight ghosts away from his body.
After the False Demon Emperor escaped from the eight ghosts, he immediately pounced on Yuwen Zhouyuan, who had not yet fully recovered! Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Liuli Ancestor was a great hero, so naturally he would not miss the good opportunity in front of him.
Unfortunately, Yuwen Zhouyuan is far from being comparable to ordinary monks. Although he has not recovered yet, he can already mobilize some magic power at this time.
He raised his left hand and sacrificed the large string of spiritual talismans. The red light was dazzling and hundreds of fireballs appeared in the sky.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by dense fireballs, using offense instead of defense! One fireball may not be anything, but so many of them made the ancient demon a little afraid. After snorting coldly, he had to retreat and temporarily avoid its attack.
Yuwen Zhouyuan breathed a sigh of relief. This precious time finally allowed the discomfort in his body to subside. He was busy using his magic power to use the compressed space again and escaped dozens of feet away.
What a risk! The confrontation just now seemed complicated. In fact, in terms of time, it only lasted in the blink of an eye. However, Yu Wen Zhouyuan seemed to have entered a ghost gate, and he was very afraid of this demon clan.
Suddenly a series of roars came into the ears, but it was Huilan on the other side, fighting fiercely with the magic weapon of the False Demon Emperor. I didn't know what kind of treasure it was, but after turning into a skeleton, it seemed to be alive, but indifferent
The inherited treasure of the wolf clan is also no small matter. The soldiers transformed by golden runes are just like the legendary magical power of "sowing beans and forming an army".
The two sides were in a head-to-head collision without any tricks. Although the skeletons were ferocious, the golden-armored warriors seemed to be naturally restrained against them.
Now Huilan has the upper hand, and several skeletons have been blasted into powder.
Desert Wolf Princess Huilan has even retrieved the silver flower magic weapon transformed from the six crescent moon blades.
The face of the False Demon Emperor was a little ugly. A demon in the middle stage of the True Lord and a cultivator in the early stage of the True Lord were nothing at first. Unexpectedly, this man and woman were both much more difficult to deal with than the monks of the same level.
Do you really have to force yourself to completely release the true energy in the demon body? Although if you do that, your strength will skyrocket and it will not be a problem to take down the two of them. But in this way, the Nascent Soul will be exposed to more demonic energy. Corrosion, if you are not careful, you may even lose your mind.
Should we take this risk? Ancestor Liuli began to think about it, and he was also in a dilemma.
Seeing that the opponent was not attacking, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flickered, and he was no longer eager to stimulate the Demon Emperor of Falsehood. He raised his hand to collect Dongmu Zhen and other injured eight ghosts, then released his spiritual consciousness and began to look for the best escape route.
Huilan's expression was similar. On the surface, she controlled the golden armor warrior to fight fiercely with the remaining skeletons. In fact, the woman also began to look around blankly, looking for opportunities to escape.
Huilan couldn't see that this demon clan was not suitable to be defeated. The storm was about to come, and the scene fell into a short period of tranquility.
However, at this moment, the False Demon Emperor suddenly turned his head to the left and shouted: "Boy, do you want to run?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a jet-black beam of light as thick as an arm erupted from the mouth of the Demon Emperor of Falsehood, and flew towards an inconspicuous corner.
With a "bang" sound, Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, stumbled out again, with a look of horror on his face as his teleportation was broken again.
Ancestor Qiu Shan was a little anxious. After all, he had lost his body, and Yuan Ying alone could not exert much strength.
Seeing that the man and woman had attracted the attention of the False Demon Emperor, they wanted to run away, but unexpectedly they got into trouble and ended up like this.
Of course, Qiushan Patriarch would not sit still and wait for death. When he saw the False Demon King rushing towards him, a trace of resentment flashed across Nascent Soul's face. He waved his hands and sprayed out a ball of essence from his mouth. Then he quickly changed the magic formula and spit out one word: " disease!"
The energy flashed, then surged against the storm, and in the aura, a half-foot-long spiritual bird knelt out.
This bird has a strange shape and has as many as four pairs of wings. At first glance, it looks like it is a good flyer.
Without saying a word, Nascent Soul rode on the bird's back and flew into the distance at a jaw-dropping speed.
Such a change made even the Demon Emperor of the Void couldn't help being stunned. Then a trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his left hand and countless demonic energies appeared in the void, forming a dense net and covering his head.
How can it be so easy to run away? The expression of Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, tightened. Even though he was extremely unwilling, how could he care about his true energy at this moment? He opened his mouth, and two more green qi, extremely pure, turned into Zhang Xu. The long swords crossed and slashed forward!
"Stab!" Although the magic net was extremely tough, it was still torn open with a small opening, and Nascent Soul escaped on the strange bird.
The False Demon Emperor was so angry that his eyes turned green, and he chased after him furiously. That was the Nascent Soul of a true king-level monk. It was an excellent tonic for him. How could he just give up? Of course he wanted to swallow it. And then quickly.
Of course, he would not let go of Yuwen Zhouyuan and Huilan. The Demon Emperor of Falsehood opened his mouth and spit out two black balls, exuding a strong fishy smell. Then the black balls squirmed and transformed into a three-headed monster. Demonic snake.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned. This kind of demonized monster was certainly no match for him. The purpose of the False Demon Emperor was to hold them back.
Naturally, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not be fooled. With a flick of his sleeves, he took out two compressed spiritual talismans mixed with heavenly calamity. He injected mana into the talismans and ignited without wind. A flash of lightning rushed towards the demonized three-headed snake.
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With a loud "boom", the three-headed devil snake was reduced to ashes in the explosion.
Then the green light on Yuwen Zhouyuan's body rose up and shot into the distance. Now was the best time to escape.
As for Huilan, she also cleverly escaped in another direction.
Husband and wife are birds of the same age, and they will fly separately when disaster strikes, not to mention that they are only temporary allies. At such a critical moment, it is normal to leave their companions and flee for their lives.
The Demon King of False Realm looked stunned, and the gloom between his brows became thicker. However, Shun didn't hesitate too much, and still chased after Qiu Shan Ancestor's Nascent Soul without hesitation.
This man and woman are indeed extremely cunning, but in this closed space, they can never escape from the palm of their hands. They have to eat their food one bite at a time, so there is no need to worry.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan did not see the sinister smile on the face of the False Demon Emperor, he also knew that the opportunity in front of him was extremely rare, so he used his magic power to the extreme and fled forward.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was going to find a place to collect his aura and see if he could get by with the aura condensation technique.
The ancestor of Qiushan did not have such good luck. His cleverness was misled by his cleverness. The True King monk who was the first to escape was now in a very embarrassing situation.
After all, the ancestor of Qiu Shan has a body without a baby. Although the spiritual bird transformed by the secret technique is good at flying, the consumption of mana is also extremely shocking.
What's more, Patriarch Liuli is the senior leader of the Lost Sect, and he is not unfamiliar with this kind of magic. He has been chased down with just a cup of tea.
Looking at the billowing demonic energy behind him, Qiushan ancestor Yuanying's little face was filled with sadness. He opened his mouth and spurted out another stream of essence and blood, which sank into the head of the spiritual bird beneath him.
The spirit bird let out a long cry, and its speed suddenly increased by three points. A trace of pain appeared in the eyes of Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan. He had lost too much of his life essence, and his body was a little unstable.
"Boy, don't waste your efforts. Be obedient and fuse with me, otherwise I will let you taste the pain of soul refining." The threatening voice of the False Demon Emperor passed into the ears, and at the same time, he slashed his right palm forward diagonally, causing the void to shake.
Countless demonic energies appeared and turned into winged flying snakes, swarming around Qiushan Patriarch Nascent Soul.
Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiushan, bit the demon's lip, pinched it with both hands, and a flash of light flashed, and a white hurricane emerged out of thin air...
The False Demon Emperor put his hands together in front of his chest, and a demonic arm about ten feet thick suddenly appeared in mid-air. It reached into the hurricane, and the sound of "rumbling" reached his ears. The False Demon Emperor also rushed to the vicinity, and countless
Silky tentacles shot out from his head.
Ancestor Qiu Shan was shocked. He had lost his physical body in this way, so naturally he did not dare to be careless. However, now that he had used up all his magic weapons, he was almost at the end of his rope.
In desperation, Patriarch Qiu Shan could only grit his teeth and charge forward desperately.
The corners of the False Demon Emperor's mouth were slightly raised, his face was full of ridicule, and he shouted loudly: "Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
From the bloody mouth of the False Demon Emperor, a string of soundless sound waves spurted out. It was that sound attack that caused even Yuwen Zhouyuan to suffer.
If Patriarch Qiu Shan had a physical body, he might not be afraid with his magical powers as a great monk in the True King stage, but now he is like a tiger falling flat and being bullied by a dog.
Yuan Ying, the ancestor of Qiu Shan, held his head in both hands, his little face twisted, and he rolled down from the body of the spiritual bird with a "dong" sound. Those silky tentacles came first and tied up his hands, feet and limbs tightly.