The ground was clamoring with the breath from afar, and the earth quickly cracked.
"That bastard Xuantian is so amazing! He can still clone his body and have the skills at the last moment?! He actually tore the space and ran away!"
"That guy's space light has reached its peak. If it weren't for the Demon Lord's blood curse, we might not even think about seeing him!"
The twelve legendary generals were shocked and angry at this time. Standing in the middle of them was a man with a thin face and looked very smart. He had a thorny beard and narrowed his eyes to look in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
"He must have blocked his breath, but he will definitely not escape. Send all troops to search! Don't try to fight him alone, send a message as soon as there is news!"
The twelve demons have already set up a net of heaven and earth here, and it is probably just a fly and it is difficult for them to slip away from their eyes.
However, in the distance, in a dense forest, it looks no different from the surroundings, but deep in the dense forest, there is a different aura from the sea of demons. This aura is the holy power.
In front of Jiajun's eyes, the old man gritted his teeth, opened his hands, held his breath and condensed. Sweat flowed down his forehead.
Although Jiajun's strength was suppressed, he still knew that the person in front of him was gathering his breath. He was seriously injured. What he did in the end was not to find a way to heal his injuries, but to use some secret method to forcibly squeeze out his last strength.
"Senior..." Jiajun looked at him, but he couldn't help at all. And as the old man said, the invasion of the Demon Army seemed to have never been before. Is this really a Holy Spirit Continent? Or is the first master playing some tricks to send himself to another strange space?
At this time, the old man was healing his wounds with all his might, and he didn't ask much, so he could only remain silent.
The old man didn't know what Jiajun was thinking. Occasionally glanced at him, he thought that Jiajun, a mortal child, had been scared by his appearance.
Indeed, I am so scary now. The old man thought about it and shook his head with a wry smile. Undoubtedly, this old man was the Saint Xuantian who had just escaped after he fought for his life.
At this moment, on a deserted ridge in the distance, a crowd was surging. These people were dressed in black and their eyes were purple. They could tell at a glance that they were people from the Demon Realm. In the center of them, there were twelve different other generals.
Among the twelve people, the goatee-beard demon army general who looked very smart was holding a scroll tightly with both hands, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. He touched one of them with a finger of magic. The demon warrior groaned and his whole body flew backwards.
Around him, the little leaders who kept arriving were standing in front of him. He didn't dare to kick him.
"So many people were sent, but I couldn't even find an old man who was about to die. Why are you trashing me?
The scroll he held in his hand was also hooked in circles.
Mountains, plains, dense forests, sealed altars, and almost all places where they might hide were dug three feet away, and even the ground was turned over.
"Big leader, do you think Old Man Xuantian has left the Holy Spirit Continent and hid in the Demon Realm?"
"No, he absolutely cannot go to the Demon Realm. The Demon Lord's blood curse is in the Demon Realm..."
Before he could finish his words, suddenly, the entire space fell into an unprecedented silence.
It was like being locked by some huge magic power. In the past, not only people, but even a small ant would be criticized for being slaughtered, and even no part of the ashes were left.
"Boom..." The continuous roar started, and the world immediately lost its color.
"Ah?! The Infinite Demon Lord! It's the Infinite Demon Lord!" The demons pointed to the sky in an instant and were boiling...
At the same time, deep in the dense forest, Saint Xuantian widened his eyes and looked at the dim floating not far away. He knew that what he should come was coming.
"Senior, what's wrong? What happened?" Jiajun stepped forward and supported Saint Xuantian. He could not sense the change in the distance, but listening to the continuous roar, the earth was trembling, and a bad premonition immediately emerged in his mind.
His eyes looked at the dimness in front of him again, and Saint Xuantian sighed: "What should be come, it's still here."
"Senior, what are you talking about? The Demon Army is here? Let's hide quickly!"
"It's too late. I originally thought he was self-righteous and would not leave the sea of demon gods, but I didn't expect..." The old man shook his head, turned around and glanced at Jiajun: "I've implicated you."
"Senior, don't worry, I'm not strong enough, but I still have the strength. I'll carry you on my back first!" Jiajun frowned and rushed to the front of Saint Xuantian resolutely. "Senior, if you can escape from them, you must be able to block your spiritual consciousness, right? You just need to continue blocking, I'll carry you on my back!"
"You kid knows a lot," Saint Xuantian smiled dismally: "Maybe I could do it just now, now that person is here... I can't do it anymore... It's a pity that you have this heart, good boy..."
"Bang!!!"
Rows of dense trees seemed to have been harvested by sickles and fell down neatly. In front of Saint Xuantian and Jiajun, a spacious avenue appeared in the blink of an eye.
A figure appeared at the same time, moving step by step, shrinking into an inch, and it was the leader of the Goatee Demon Army.
He held a staff in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. Behind him, the purple-eyed troops were like a tide, blocking the water here.
"You are finally here." Saint Xuantian raised his head and looked at the leader with a little contempt. "Where is Wuliang? Let him come out!"
"I am ashamed. Only when the Demon Lord's clone comes in person can you find your hiding place through the blood curse." He smiled sinisterly, and the big leader's expression could not tell whether it was anger or joy. "But it is enough to bother the Demon Lord to do this. Now you are not qualified to let him take action!"
"Xuantian, since you have made me lose face in front of the Demon Lord," the leader opened his hand, and the magic power quickly turned into a flame: "Let the demon fire below burn your soul!"
Xuantian?
A trace of familiarity flashed through Jiajun's mind, but he didn't care about it anymore. "Stop!", and he rushed up with a quick step.
Although Jiajun's strength was sealed, he would not have fear. Not to mention anything else, the ** of his gods were not harmed by these demons in the lower realm.
"Boy, you are too naive!" Saint Xuantian, who had originally looked at death with a weak expression, couldn't help but look at him, "Good boy," he was moved in his heart, "If I had met you earlier..."
Unfortunately, everything has no if.
The flames condensed by the big leader turned in front of Jiajun. The scorching fire light instantly condensed into a fire snake full of black flames. The big leader was obviously angry to the extreme. No matter how strong the other party was, he was a full move with all his strength!
"What should I do? If this continues, I will definitely not be able to save this old man. What is the fateful mission?" Jiajun's faced with this flame was to block the Saint Xuantian behind him.
The heart of the Saint Xuantian was once again touched. The inconspicuous mortal boy in front of him was only encountered by himself, or even dragged into the water, and was faced with such a life and death disaster. But even so, he was not afraid, but instead blocked himself with his flesh and blood. If he was a monk in this mind, he would sooner or later become the top existence.
"Hehe...boy, at the last moment, I, Saint Xuantian, are going to fall into you as a child to protect you?!" As the attack approached, the old man suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was both calm and full of strength. "Get out of the way, I am useless, and I will not be unable to save you!"
The holy power was tilted, and the robe covered with blood was blowing without wind. A series of white lights turned in front of the old man, forming dazzling traces of light, and the breath flowing in it was so pure and transparent.
"No, retreat! This old man is going to explode himself!" The leader suddenly realized something. He suddenly retracted backwards, and a magic barrier wrapped himself tightly at the same time. Don't joke, a powerful man in the holy realm exploded himself? Even if he was exhausted now, the power of this self-destruction was definitely not something he could resist head-on.
"Boy, take this away and find a safe place to open it!"
The voice stopped abruptly, and a breath attacked Jiajun. His body was suspended like an aurora, disappearing in an instant.