Some martial artists who reacted faster had also sought to soar into the air, carefully landing in a safe place, and then continued to soar into the air and escape from this sea of fire.
But those martial arts practitioners who cannot escape or have low cultivation have to watch the fireballs in the sky hit them...
But in a moment, I just stood on a hill full of hundreds of people. At this moment, there was a sea of fire. There was no wailing or figure, only the raging fire that soared into the sky. More than 20 feet north of the hill, less than a hundred people looked at all this in horror.
After a while, the three fireballs in the sky stopped rotating one after another and no longer spewed out small fireballs. The flames outside the fireballs also slowly faded out, turning into an ordinary ball with black all over, hovering quietly in the air.
Everyone who was still frightened just now suddenly became greedy and fierce again. They all held their weapons tightly, stared at the three black balls in the air, and were also wary of others.
Just as everyone was waiting for the others to rush forward, the three black balls in the air suddenly began to fall powerlessly.
Whoosh swish swish swish!
Seeing this scene, everyone could no longer watch. The demon cultivator took the lead and flew over the hill again with the martial artists on the left and right. Du Xuan was no exception. He grabbed Wu Shang and followed him.
As for those martial arts practitioners who have no help from demon cultivators, they can only watch others rush forward. Because, although they can leaps up, there is no place to stay around the hills at this time.
In fact, Du Xuan didn't want to bring Wu Shang with him at all, but in order not to make others suspicious, he had to pretend to bring him, a martial artist.
Speaking of which, the twenty or thirty people flew over the hill where they had been stationed before, and saw the three huge black balls standing quietly on the magma lake.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, three black balls flew towards one of the demon cultivators, and there was one person next to the demon cultivator. When the others saw this, they were all shocked and thought that the black ball had attack methods. Some immediately retreated, some held their weapons tightly and were guarded, and some even had defensive magic.
However, the three people who flew towards the three black balls did not move at all, and there was a surprise on their faces.
Oops! The art of controlling objects from a distance! Everyone suddenly realized that the demon cultivator wanted to collect these three black balls directly.
After Du Xuan and the others came to their senses, they quickly competed to use the air-control technique to grab the three black balls. For a moment, the three black balls hovered in the air and swayed, flying a little bit toward this side, and then flying a little bit toward another one for a while.
At this time, Du Xuan did not use all his strength. He was waiting for an opportunity. If he grabbed three black balls now, he would inevitably attract others to pursue him. Although Du Xuan could abandon Wu Shang and accelerate his escape, the tricks he used by so many Taoist martial artists would definitely be terrifying, and Du Xuan did not dare to take this risk.
Swish!
Bang!
The disciples of the Tang Gang took the lead in making a move, wielding the long sword in their hands, and slashed out several sword lights to kill the two people on the opposite side. Someone made a move, so the others would naturally not fall behind. For a moment, these martial artists held the demon cultivators beside them with one hand and waved weapons with the other to fight each other.
Seeing this, Du Xuan quickly retracted his demonic energy and quickly retreated ten feet.
"Brother Zhuang, forget it, let's go back." Wu Shang is just a martial artist in the Nine Realm of Dharma. Faced with these martial artists who are mostly in the First Dao Realm, he naturally has no hope of robbing the map.
Du Xuan did not move, but just looked at the people fighting ahead coldly and said, "Wait a minute."
Wu Shang was puzzled. Du Xuan was just a demon cultivator, so why did he care so much about this great compassion method and even risk his life to stay here.
Speaking of which, the dozens of people behind could only watch from afar. Especially those few scattered soldiers and stalkers who were left could basically only serve as spectators. Among the several martial arts disciples, a martial artist who was over fifty-year-old in the Shendao Realm suddenly snorted coldly, soared into the air, and rushed towards Du Xuan and the others.
Among the hundreds of people who came to snatch the map, this uncle disciple of the Wumen Master was the only martial artist in the Shinto Realm. He flew up high and came to the vicinity of the stalemate.
Bang!
The uncle of the martial arts clerk kicked on the shoulder of the nearest demon cultivator, then rushed towards one of the black balls, held them with one hand, and then suddenly kicked the black ball behind with his feet, and flew backwards.
Swish!
The people who were originally fighting each other immediately attacked the martial arts master uncle. However, most of the others were in the Arts and Dao Realm, and only the Jiudian and Sunjiabao families sent martial arts practitioners to the Dharma Dao Realm, and they were not the opponents of the martial arts master uncle.
More importantly, at this time, the uncle of the martial arts clerk had already grabbed a black ball and had no intention of fighting. After swinging several sharp sword lights from left to right, he had already flew far away and landed on the safe ground in the distance.
Seeing this, the rest of the people simply focused on the remaining two black balls. It was rumored that there was only one map of the Fire Lake, but there were three black balls at this time, so there must be two black balls without a map.
"ah!"
One of the demon cultivators was unfortunately hit. After screaming, they fell straight down. The two people next to him immediately kicked on him, flew high, and flew backwards.
Speaking of which, the uncle of the Wusect, named Ye Shiyu, after winning a black ball, other Wusect disciples quickly protected him in the center and glared at the others around him.
The black ball is extremely large, with regular patterns on the surface and dense small holes. I guess those small fireballs just now shot out from this small hole.
Ye Shiyu looked around the black ball, but he didn't see any gap and had no way to open it. He circled around again and looked carefully, but he still had no idea. Ye Shiyu had no choice but to touch the shell that looked a little like black iron, and simply took out the long sword, circulated the martial arts energy in his body, and slashed it with a sudden sword.
Ye Shiyu, a martial artist in the Shinto Realm, slashed his sword with force, and although he immediately split the outer shell of the black ball. However, the black ball did not completely split. Looking at this crack, Ye Shiyu did not rush to continue swinging the sword to split it, but frowned and reached out to caress the crack.
"You retreat quickly!" Ye Shiyu suddenly shouted to the surroundings.
This life of shouting made the martial arts disciples and other onlookers subconsciously stay away from the black ball. As he approached, Ye Shiyu also retreated ten feet away, then waved his sword with luck, and then suddenly waved a heavy sword towards the black ball.
boom!
The sword light had just split the shell of the black ball, and an explosion suddenly came. The huge power spread rapidly from the center of the black ball to all directions. Some onlookers were only twenty or thirty feet apart, and were directly knocked to the ground by the power, covering their chests and vomiting blood.
Fortunately, Ye Shiyu was alert and asked everyone to evacuate in advance. Otherwise, this power comparable to the high-explosion ball Du Xuan had used, not to mention the other onlookers, even Ye Shiyu would have to be injured.
After the explosion, Ye Shiyu glanced at the people lying on the ground and quickly arrived at the position where the black ball had just arrived, but saw that there was nothing on the ground, only a little fragment.
Speaking of which, the people who were fighting fiercely on the top of the Fire Lake were really shocked by this huge explosion. When they saw the martial arts uncle Ye Shiyu running back again, everyone knew that there was no map in the black ball that just exploded.
Du Xuan naturally noticed the huge explosion in the distance, and the explosion made him feel familiar.
At this moment, various tricks were intertwined above the Fire Lake. The demon cultivator led the martial cultivator to dodge left and right, but as Ye Shiyu returned, the stalemate was quickly broken.
The martial arts practitioners in the Divine Realm are much more powerful than those in the Dharma Realm. The difference between the cultivation level is fundamentally different from the small realm of the Dharma Realm and is much greater. When Ye Shiyu re-used his old tricks, even though everyone was prepared, Ye Shiyu was extremely fast and still stepped on the first-grade magic master next to Wang Jun of the Shawang Sect, and then flew towards one of the black balls, kicked it hard, and kicked the black balls directly into the distance.
Seeing this, everyone looked at each other. Tang Haiquan, the elder of the Tang Gang, took the lead in wielding his sword to kill Ye Shiyu. At the same time, the remaining two martial arts practitioners of the Dharma Realm Wang Jun and Sun Bayin also urged the demon cultivators around them to chase Ye Shiyu.
And another black ball flew directly with them.
Soon, the situation suddenly changed. Headed by the Tang Gang, the elders of the three major families all besieged Ye Shiyu, and the two black balls all fell quietly on the open space that had just exploded.
When everyone returned to the ground, they felt relieved and no longer worried about the magma, and their moves became even more fierce. Du Xuan also flew back, standing in the distance, just like other stragglers, watching.
Faced with the joint siege of the three people, Ye Shiyu was still able to deal with it calmly, and could not hurt him at all, let alone capture him or force him away.
However, the other martial arts disciples were not so relaxed. Although their cultivation level was not low, they were all above the Nine Realm of Dharma, and their tricks were fierce and domineering, there were dozens of disciples from the Tang Gang, Sunjiabao and Shawang Sect, and they quickly captured all of these martial arts disciples.
"Brother Ye!" Tang Haiquan shouted, "We have all the disciples of the Wumen. You have lost this battle!"
At this time, Wang Jun also quickly whispered: "Brother Ye, according to the rules set by Tong Lao Feige's letter, we should not kill each other. Whoever gets the map first will be considered. Now, all your martial disciples have been captured. You alone cannot take away the black ball, so there is no need to play again."
Ye Shiyu was cold and arrogant and started a battle with Tang Haiquan and the other three, but forgot to take care of other martial arts disciples until all of these disciples were captured and then he realized.
"Hmph! I wouldn't have brought you here if I had known it." Ye Shiyu looked at the martial arts disciples unwillingly and snorted heavily.
Then, Ye Shiyu looked at Tang Haiquan and others again and snorted: "Okay! Since you also know Mr. Tong's rules, I want to see who can grab the map! But if anyone of you attacks the other party, don't blame me for being polite!"
After saying that, Ye Shiyu sneered smugly. Then, he suddenly soared into the air and then waved his sword toward one of the black balls not far away.