The spear was cast and stabbed horizontally on the demon pavilion.
The Ten Thousand Demons Heavenly Refining Formation was instantly triggered, but the Ten Thousand Demons Heavenly Refining Formation, which was destroyed by the high priest, only blocked it for a moment and then disappeared directly, and the spear destroyed the demon pavilion and pierced through the demon pavilion.
"Boom!"
The spear of the world-destroying magical energy was blooming, and the terrifying pressure seemed to collapse the void. The scene like the doomsday appeared in front of Ye Feng and the genius. The vast magical power made them feel desperate.
"Oops!"
Kong Likong's heart sank when he saw this scene.
Mo Wutian took action, and even if he took Ye Feng to find the high priest, it would be too late.
"Can my demon pavilion really be destroyed today?"
Kong Likong clenched his fists, but let it go. Facing Mo Wutian at the eighth level of the divine realm, he felt powerless.
"Shen Feng, I will take you away now."
Kong Likong looked at Ye Feng suddenly, his face as heavy as water and his voice hoarse.
"good."
Ye Feng also realized that the situation was critical and it was too late to treat the high priest, so he would not make useless persistence.
Just as Kong Likong reached out to Ye Feng and wanted to take him out of the Demon Pavilion, Mo Wutian had already rushed into the Demon Pavilion.
The violent and unparalleled demon power filled the Demon Pavilion, and the Demon Wutian was in full swing, and his eyes were like lightning to scan every part of the Demon Pavilion.
"Where is the murderer who killed my child! Get out!"
"It's over..."
A bitterness appeared at the corner of Kong Likong's mouth.
The moment Mo Wutian entered the Demon Pavilion, he knew that something was wrong. He could not take Ye Feng away under Mo Wutian's nose, and the other party would definitely notice it.
"cough……"
Jin Zhenhai's weak cough sounded, and he and the Eleven God Shou collapsed into the pit pierced by the spear, all covered in blood and could not raise any strength.
Today, I'm afraid it's really the time when the Demon Pavilion is destroyed. Jin Zhenhai subconsciously looked at the geniuses, and he saw Kong Liekong and Ye Feng.
"Idiot, why haven't you left yet!"
Jin Zhenhai was extremely disappointed.
He attaches great importance to Ye Feng, so he wants to protect Ye Feng, but now he has no chance. Mo Wutian cannot let him leave.
Sure enough, Mo Wutian glanced at him and his eyes locked at Kong Likong among the geniuses.
The only divine realm among a group of holy realms is like a crane standing out in a flock of chickens, and it is difficult not to attract attention.
Then, Mo Wutian discovered Ye Feng beside Kong Likong, narrowed his eyes and the murderous intent exploded. He saw the resentment belonging to Mo Pingtian from Ye Feng.
"It's you!"
Mo Wutian smiled grimly. At this moment, Mo Wuqing led dozens of demon soul clans in the divine realm to rush into the demon pavilion.
Behind them, the huge air chariot of the Demon Soul Clan smashed the walls of the Demon Pavilion, and the overwhelming demon soul clan swept over like locusts.
When the geniuses saw this scene, they all showed despair. The Demon Soul Clan's attitude of attacking the clan made them cold and their fighting spirit was gone.
"Come here!"
Mo Wutian aimed at Ye Feng, and with his palm, thousands of demonic energy gathered in his palm, and a deep vortex as if it were a black hole, trying to suck Ye Feng over.
"With me here, don't hurt him!"
Kong Likong's heart sank, and a purple-green sword appeared in his hand. The sword pierced out, and the great sword aura swept through, trying to break the vortex of Mo Wutian's palm.
"court death!"
Mo Wutian hated Ye Feng to the core. Seeing Kong Likong dared to stop him, a chill flashed in his eyes and two magic lights suddenly shot out.
The magic light penetrated through the void and arrived in an instant. Kong Likong had no time to react and was penetrated through the body by the magic light.
"Puff!"
Kong Likong flew backwards, and the two huge blood holes in his chest were hideous and terrifying. He hit the wall, his anger was as angry as a slept. If he hadn't avoided the vital points at the critical moment, he would have died at this moment.
The terrifying level of the eighth level of the divine realm is simply a waste of time to deal with the third level of the divine realm like Kong Likong.
All the powerful people in the Demon Pavilion were injured by Mo Wutian, and they had no power to fight again. There was only a group of holy realms left, and they could not resist the Demon Soul Clan.
The situation made people desperate, Ye Feng frowned deeply, and he realized that he was in a great crisis and was simply alive.
"I want you to die!"
Mo Wutian looked at Ye Feng again. This time he was not going to catch Ye Feng next to him, but his body flashed and disappeared.
The next moment, Mo Wutian appeared in front of Ye Feng out of thin air. His speed was too fast and he did not give any chance to react.
"It's over..."
Looking at Mo Wutian's murderous intent and his abyss, feeling his vast and magnificent terrifying power, Ye Feng's body was stiff. Under his pressure, even moving his fingers became a luxury.
Seeing that Mo Wutian was about to be pinched in his palm, Ye Feng's back sweated like a waterfall, and a roar suddenly rang.
"Shameless demons dare to come here to be presumptuous!"
As the roar sounded, a terrifying pressure swept across, covering the demon pavilion and sweeping across a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
A demonic energy was cultivated, like the light of heaven's punishment, and suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wutian.
Mo Wutian's pupils shrank, and there was no time to deal with Ye Feng, so he quickly withdrew his palm and slapped it with a palm.
"Bang!"
Mo Wutian's body shook so much that it flew backwards. His palm had been pierced, and a large amount of demon blood flowed out of the Thousand Blood Cave.
The demon blood dripped down, still in the air, before it landed, it turned into demons with ferocious expressions, with red eyes and violent murderous intent.
This is the power of the divine realm. A drop of blood contains a huge vitality. The cultivation level of the eighth level of the Demon Wutian Divine Realm and a drop of his blood have great power.
"High Priest..."
Mo Wutian stabilized his body, but his eyes were tightly locked in the position behind Ye Feng. He felt an aura that made him extremely afraid.
After saving his life without a single life, Ye Feng's stiff body recovered and his face suddenly turned pale. He gasped and turned around to look at Mo Wutian's gaze.
He was wearing a long robe with flowing long hair floating behind him. The high priest stepped on the void and walked slowly, like a banished immortal, extraordinary and saint, attracting all his eyes as soon as he appeared.
"The high priest is the high priest!"
"The high priest has come out of seclusion, these demon soul tribes are over!"
"Hahaha, the demon boys dare to go to my demon pavilion to be presumptuous, this is seeking death!"
The appearance of the high priest swept away the desperate mood of the genius, and they were extremely excited and shouted excitedly.
Kong Likong was relieved when he saw the high priest rescue Ye Feng, and completely relieved himself, and wholeheartedly dealt with the injuries caused by Mo Wutian.
Jin Zhenhai and Eleven God Shou saw the high priest appear, and while his eyes were suspicious, he also had the confidence to stand up from the pit with difficulty.
At this time, the high priest who forced Mo Wutian to retreat with one move had already walked from the heads of the geniuses to the front of them in a leisurely manner, facing Mo Wutian.
"Mo Wutian, you are extremely arrogant. Do you dare to attack the Demon Pavilion? Do you want to destroy the Demon Soul Clan?"
The high priest looked at Mo Wutian coldly, his tone was plain, but his words were extremely domineering, and he did not give Mo Wutian any face.
Looking at the high priest, Mo Wutian narrowed his eyes. The information said that the high priest was in a state of devilishness, and the situation was in crisis, and he might even die.
But at the moment, the high priest did not look at all obsessed with it, and the momentum he released made him extremely afraid.
"Your demon clan killed my son and went to the demon pavilion to ask for an explanation. Could it be... not?"