The old man in the heart demon looked at it and looked solemn, and he dragged his fingers in front of his lips for a while and started to whisper. Then he suddenly pointed and stretched out. A faint blue light appeared and continued to grow in front of the old man in the heart demon, becoming a dark blue one, and it shook the skull.
"Hiss..." Youlan shook and caged the skull, shrinking it little by little to tie it up, and shattering it to pieces.
At this time, I heard a cold snorkeling from the demon cloud. I don’t know what magic he used in the demon cloud. The skull roared gloomyly in the rolling demonic energy.
The skull was full of demonic energy and kept growing, but when the sound of "bang bang..." broke the Youlan one by one, and the skull came out of it.
"Woo woo..." The skull ghost screamed a few times and snatched at the old man in the heart.
The old man in the inner demon jumped slightly, and his huge figure swayed, and he went up to the skull. When he approached the skull, he raised his huge hand and slapped the skull.
"Boom..."
The old man in the inner demon slapped his skull with his hand and made the demonic spirit secretly talk, and then he dispersed. At the same time, he was hit by the terrifying bombardment of the skull. The old man in the inner demon trembled and was shocked to fly backwards ten feet away before stopping.
"The old guy handed over the martial arts quickly, or I'll die." A cold voice came from the demon cloud again, and as soon as the words fell, the demon cloud surged up and down, and a middle-aged man in black came.
The middle-aged man in black was entangled in the rolling demonic energy, and he stared at the old man in the heart indifferently, as if the superiors were bowing to everyone.
"Is Mo Yuntian? Just a junior, are you threatening me? Even if your father comes, you must be polite to me. You are not worthy." The old man in the inner demon glanced at the middle-aged man in black and said disdainfully.
"I want to see if I am worthy of an old man with a half-dead body." Mo Yuntian snorted, his big hand spread out to both sides, and suddenly his whole body rotated automatically.
As Mo Yuntian's body continued to rotate, black air rolled around him, and a black flag emerged and began to rotate with him.
A big flag appeared, and the whole air started to move in a swaying manner. Half of the sky seemed to be stalked by a black flag, and the magic power surged.
"Twelve Dutian God Evil Flags?" The old man in the heart demon screamed in surprise. It was obvious that the twelve Dutian God Evil Flags were not simple products.
This is the treasure of the Sect that has been refining countless creatures, souls and blood for thousands of years. Although Mo Yuntian only took out one of the twelve Dutian Divine Evil Flags, its power is imaginable.
It is said that in the battle between the twelve capital heavenly evil flags, the demon-killing old man from the Netherworld Ghost Sect was angry and obsessed with the twelve capital heavenly evil flags and destroyed the Dao roots of a major sect.
The great sect had no choice but to use the Zhuxian flag to fight against it. The battle was earth-shaking and the entire air became dark.
"Old man comes to help me quickly." The old man in the heart demon raised his head and looked at the old man doing good deeds below and called out to help him with the old man in the heart demon. It can be seen that the terrible flag of the Dutian God Evil is.
The old man who did good deeds looked up and saw the Dutian God Evil Flag appear, and his scalp was numb. The top ten sects were very clear about this Dutian God Evil Flag. The old man who did good deeds even had a battle with the people from the Nether Ghost Sect who held the Dutian God Evil Flag.
"It seems that there is a hard battle today, and I don't know whether this body-taking is good or bad." The old man who did good deeds muttered twice, looked back and stared at Lan Feng with a serious expression, and said, "Xiao Lan Feng, let me fight you..."
"The people of the Lan family, be fine... and then there will be a battle without any attention." As he spoke, the old man who did good deeds saw the nine people running into the demonic energy, and his face showed a hint of joy.
"Mr. Xingshan..." Lan Feng seemed to realize something wrong and shouted, but the old man Xingshan didn't wait for him to finish his words. He grabbed his shoulder with his big hand and threw Lan Feng towards the nine brothers of the Lan family.
"Lanfeng, listen to me. If I can't get out of here now, he says that my cultivation is successful, you can move the Nether Ghost Sect to the ground for us." Lanfeng was thrown away, leaving only the voice of the old man doing good in the demonic energy, and there was a hint of desolation and a hint of grandeur in his words, which could not be questioned.
"Grandpa doing good deeds... Grandpa in the heart..." Lan Feng called softly, his words with a hint of chewing and a hint of sadness, then the sound of his vomiting blood finally fell into Lan Zhan's arms with a "bang".
"Father..." Lan Feng called out and held it in Lan Zhan's arms, with a look of sadness on his face. His whole body trembled. He was very sad and angry. He wanted to rush into the sky, so he raised his hand and slapped the old ghost of Demon Yuntian flying out.
But he knew his combat power very well. At this time, even an ordinary mortal was inferior to that of an ordinary mortal, and was too seriously injured.
Lan Zhan and Lanfeng were in his arms, and he looked at the old man who did good deeds with several other brothers. They did not know the identity of the old man who did good deeds, but they were sure that this person had a great relationship with Lanfeng.
Mo Yuntian looked at Lan Feng with his eyes swept, his face slightly showing suspicion. He seemed to have thought of something, and his mouth was slightly opened, and wisps of sound rang out across every corner of the upper yard.
"I have heard clearly that the people of the academy, or those who depend on the academy, can't even leave the upper courtyard alive, or you will have to die or die."
The voice came out, and no matter where the people from the upper courtyard were hiding in the upper courtyard, or the people from the three domains who were fleeing, they stopped or stood up.
The people from the three realms stayed away, looking at each other in a void, not knowing how to choose.
"Kill... the order of the Zhongzhou Chief Executive, kill the people of the Lan family, kill... kill them." The junior soul warriors in the upper courtyard, or the great soul warriors, knew that the academy was a branch of the Nether Ghost Sect in Zhongzhou. After receiving the order of Mo Yuntian, he immediately showed off his magic weapon, and rushed out, and snatched the nine brothers in the Lan family.
All warriors at the Soul Martial Realm and above in the Three Domain Powers have been to Zhongzhou, so they naturally know the legends of the five major sects of Zhongzhou. When they heard the words of the people from the Shangyuan, they immediately understood.
Their faces showed their confidence and desire again. They looked back and roared, directed their tribe members, and showed off their magic weapons to kill the nine brothers of the Lan family.
"Damn it, Lao Jiu, protect Feng'er. If there is anything wrong with him, you don't have to come back alive to see me." Lan Zhan threw Lan Feng in his arms to Lao Jiu, and looked back and rushed towards the crowd in anger.
"Kill, fuck the damn people in the upper yard, these bastards from the Three Domains are raised. When I go out alive, I will destroy you and you all..." Lao Wu roared to the sky, and a barbarian sword aura surged out of his body, and with a domineering aura that was the only one, he rushed into the crowd.
The eight members of the Lan family rushed into the crowd with anger and a madness.
"Father...Fifth Uncle and Third Uncle..." Lan Feng saw his father and seven uncles pounce and rushed into the crowd, and he called out heart-wrenchingly. His eyes were stained with blood, and he was filled with anger. He was extremely angry. He wanted to kill him. Lan Feng struggled to come out of Uncle Ninth's hand and waved his blood knife to kill him.
He felt that watching his relatives or friends fight for him was even more uncomfortable than killing him. He felt that he was going crazy. He wanted to slash his sword and kill him. He felt that he would leave him behind and leave him sick.
But Lan Feng used his spiritual power to touch the wound, and he opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned pale a little. His injury was too serious.
"Damn it, Feng'er, what are you doing? Do you want your uncle Jiu to die?" Lao Jiu roared Lan Feng, then hugged him horizontally and bent his arms, and his figure swayed and ran outward.
"Lan Feng went to kill him in Lan Tian, and this person must be eliminated." Someone in the crowd called out, and then a few people from the upper yard looked up, with hatred on their faces, and their figures swayed, chasing Lan Feng and the others.
"Stay it all for me." Lan Zhan yelled, and when he raised his big hand, a strong wind blew up. A pair of big hands emerged from the rolling demonic energy, and swung toward several people.
Several of them were great soul warriors. Seeing that such peak soul warriors such as Lan Zhan came with a blow, they hurriedly looked back and showed off their magic weapon to throw it away.
"Boom..."
The magic weapon thrown by several great soul warriors broke through the air and collided with the big hand used by Lan Zhan. After a stalemate, the big hand broke.
Lan Zhan snorted, and his figure flashed and snatched at several people. He was at the peak of the soul martial arts realm. He was the only one in his body. When he moved, the wild sword energy rolled in, but he arrived in an instant. He stretched out his big hand and twisted off his head.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The demon Yuntian in the air held the Dutian God Evil Flag and waved the wind and clouds changed color. The spiritual energy of the Zhoutian turned into a rolling evil spirit, rolling into a fierce wind dragon and snatched at the two demons who did good deeds.
The figure of the old man in the heart was shocked and the demonic energy surged. He looked at the rushing dragon. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of a rush dragon, and used force to break the dragon's head. The rush was swung by his robe and was dispersed.