Haoyue couldn't help but frown from behind: "Stone is doing that again? When did he get together with the purgatory people again?"
"And, are these disciples of Purgatory really not afraid of Kong Luan?"
Beside Haoyue, Kong Xianhui and Jiao looked at Zhuang Su: "It must be fearful, but they are not afraid."
"What does this mean?"
"Purgatory is the realm of suffering in heaven and earth. As a purgatory disciple, he must have suffered inhuman pain, so for purgatory disciples, most of them have no desires for them."
"Is there such a thing?" Haoyue heard it again for the first time.
"Do you think that purgatory is just a simple name?" Kong Xianhui gave him a blank look and said, "It is said that in purgatory, the status of disciples is not ranked according to their strength, but based on the pain they have endured. Their cultivation method is extremely special."
"Is that true?" Haoyue's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but remember that among them, there was a purgatory disciple, who asked Zi Lingsha.
Zi Lingsha shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Don't ask me, I never care about these things."
"Uh..." Haoyue then remembered that Zi Lingsha had said before that she was just having fun with her joining Purgatory, but Haoyue's actions alarmed Kong Xianhui, causing the latter to look at Zi Lingsha in surprise: "You... are a purgatory disciple?"
"Isn't it possible?"
Zi Lingsha smiled strangely, and then a cold current flashed in her beautiful eyes. The coldness in the cold current made Kong Xianhui tremble. Her jade lips opened slightly, and in the end she didn't say anything, but just numbly twitched her lower head.
The three of them looked at Qin Shi again.
To be honest, Qin Shi himself was also confused and looked at the purgatory disciple beside him in confusion. He didn't remember when he had any friendship with purgatory. So why did Purgatory help?
And, it is at great risk.
Moreover, he suddenly thought of a word that the disciple had just said, task! Yes, it is task. These purgatory disciples only took action to help him after accepting someone’s task. But who is the one who is able to call on the elite team of purgatory?
Kong Luan clenched his fists hard and suddenly said coldly: "Haha, it seems that no matter what I say today, you will not let go, right?"
"I said, let's just care about his life or death." The facial expression of the disciple of Purgatory gave people a very cold feeling.
After a long speech, Kong Luan obviously lost his patience. He stomped his feet suddenly, and a hurricane ejected from his feet, and his whole body flew out of the old man.
"Okay, then I will send it to the underworld with you. I want to see if you are not afraid of death in Purgatory!"
"The Great Sky Wind Demon's Cleave!"
With an angry shout, Kong Luan waved his hand, and the wind direction in the tomb changed again, and finally the blue light was concentrated in his palm, and he slammed down at the dozens of disciples in Purgatory.
"Gate of Purgatory!" Forty-nine purgatory disciples set off at the same time, and the strange handprints were reflected again. Their cooperation was very harmonious, as if they had experienced hundreds of drills, and they did not give Kong Luan any chance to succeed.
Bang!
The cruel Feng Demon clutch hit the air again.
Boom! Boom boom boom boom!
Various explosions suddenly rose from the tomb, and the disciples of Fengyu and Purgatory were in two sides, each with a tense look. This made the disciples who were watching from afar shocked.
"This time, there's a good show."
"Well, Feng Domain and Purgatory, this is the first time that the Divine Domain Sacrifice has ended here, and the two major domains are head-on."
"Who will win in the end?"
"It's hard to say. Judging from now on, Fengdi should be better. After all, there is a great disciple Kong Luan in charge, but if that witch appears, Fengdi will have no chance."
"You mean, the ghost girl of Thousand Mountains?"
"Otherwise, there are only two people who can be called a witch girl, looking at the Divine Realm Sacrifice."
"Look, it's impossible to stop the lower-wind domain just by these purgatory disciples."
The disciples looked at the tomb again in chaos.
Kong Luan, alone, had the intention of being an invincible god of war. With the blessing of the Wind Domain, he kept wandering among the purgatory disciples. His strength was still too strong, and the realm was not to be violated. Soon, the purgatory disciples had loopholes, and a gap was shattered by him.
Bang!
Three disciples flew backwards in a row, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out.
But as Kong Xianhui said, the disciples of Purgatory were really fearless. One of them had a sagging and twisting ribs on his chest, but he still got up with great force and burst out two palms at Kong Luan at the cost of burning his life.
The sudden attack made Kong Luan panic and a screen quickly unfolded from the front.
Bang! Bang!
But even so, Yu Wei still made his face turn blue and purple, and he took a few steps back in a row, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He cursed with cold eyes: "What a group of people who are desperate for life. Do you want to play? Then I will have fun with you!"
"Basa Fenglong!"
Kong Luan's palms merged and suddenly broke away from his sleeves and rushed into the sky.
The rolling wind rose from his whole body, causing his blue shirt to float up quietly. It was also at this moment that the wind and clouds surging in the sky, and every corner seemed to be under the sweeping wind.
Suddenly, a wild vortex appeared directly above the altar, and there were blood-red clouds on the left and right of the altar, making the central vortex like a passage leading to another world.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
"Yes, is it the Posa Fenglong? It is the Posa Fenglong, which is the three supreme martial arts of the Wind Realm, and the Great Heavenly Wind Demon Claw?" Everyone sniffed at the air conditioner.
This time, that's not a joke.
Posa Fenglong is a famous martial art in the eight realms, and is even more cruel than the Great Heavenly Wind Demon Claw. It is a martial art that can burn the sky and boil the sea.
In an instant, the disciples who were watching were timid and took a few steps back involuntarily.
"This Kong Luan! He even mastered this martial arts?" Haoyue's hand holding the Zhanqing Sword tightened again, and his fear was extremely strong.
"I will help you with a group of people who are desperate."
After several mistakes, it can be seen that Kong Luan was really forced to be forced by the purgatory disciples. His voice became hoarse. One hand suddenly penetrated into the trend, merged with the blood-red halo, and penetrated through the center of the tomb with force.
Suddenly, the field became chaotic and a terrifying noise rolled up.
"Quick, go away!"
The disciples of the Eight Domain retreated like a craze.
Qin Shi was under the surging vortex, shrouded by the bright red wind. His eyes suddenly became cold, but what he unexpectedly thought that even the purgatory disciples would abandon him at such a critical moment, right?
However, he was surprised. Under strong oppression, the purgatory disciples not only did not retreat, but actually formed a unique formation to protect Qin Shi firmly in the center.
"You, what are you doing?" Qin Shi said in surprise.
The purgatory disciple in the lead turned around and smiled faintly at Qin Shi, as if under the whirlpool, there was no fear: "We are just completing the task."
Qin Shi was shocked. What kind of people are this group?
"The purgatory disciples obey orders and swear to complete the task to the death!"
"Purgatory disciple, please complete the mission to the death!"
The forty-nine purgatory disciples, one by one, were really like dead soldiers from purgatory. Although they were still as stable as Mount Tai under the angrily storm, they never took a step back.
Qin Shi was shocked from behind, and he shouted in a low voice: "Get back, you can retreat, you will die in this way!"
However, his shouting could not change any results at all.
boom!
The strong wind fell, and the bright red wind like a river tide swept across every corner of the tomb. Qin Shi's heart felt a sharp pain, and he took a few steps back.
However, he had no time to take care of his injuries, so he covered his chest and raised his head, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
I saw that the forty-nine purgatory disciples were shot dead in an instant, and the few who survived fell to the ground in crippled.
Under the entire altar, it turned into a pool of blood, and wisps of dark wind blew by, brushing faint lines from above.
"No!" Qin Shi's eyes were about to split.
The disciples of the Eight Regions in the distance were all frightened, and Haoyue also clenched her fists hard: "This beast!"
Killing the Purgatory, as if Kong Luan had a strong sense of superiority. He stepped on the faint wind and stood with his hands behind his back: "A group of guys who overestimate themselves!"
Suddenly, a figure stepped forward, Qin Shi wrapped his black robe tightly, his eyes trembling with coldness, and he glared at Kong Luan.
"Hmm?" Feeling Qin Shi's gaze, Kong Luan frowned and sneered: "What? Boy, are you still not convinced?"
"You really angered me." Qin Shi murmured coldly.
"Ignate you?" Kong Luan was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly: "So what? Whether it is you or these purgatory wastes, they are vulnerable in my eyes. If it is the witch in Purgatory, it may make me afraid a little. You alone are not worth mentioning!"
"You are looking for death!" Qin Shi shouted angry with a ferocious look, and his handprints flipped, and suddenly a shocking force rose from all over him.
Bang!
But suddenly, a jade hand pressed him down, and a beautiful figure slowly walked forward. When he saw the figure, Qin Shi and the purgatory disciples who were lying on the ground couldn't help but be stunned.
"Lingsha?"
Qin Shidu murmured, but before his voice fell, he was covered by the following roar.
"Saint! Welcome the Saint!"
The purgatory disciple bent down respectfully, showing unprecedented solemnity in front of him.
When Qin Shi heard this, he was shocked and looked at Zi Lingsha with a look of shock... Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Purgatory Saint? Are you...you are..."
Zi Lingsha turned around, no longer had the easy-goingness of the past, smiled faintly at Qin Shi, and gently pointed her head: "Let me leave it here."