The line of yin and yang includes all the immortals, demons, and cultivators, forming a thin and dense net over the underworld - this is the real sky net.
The Seven Killing Sword Lord sneered, and black magic light suddenly exploded from his body.
It is not accurate to say that the magic light contains a huge amount of Yin energy, which comes from the power of the Ghost King.
With the blessing of the underworld's breath, the ghost king's power was extremely powerful, pressing against Skynet.
This is a direct confrontation of strength, which does not require too many fancy skills. Whoever wins will be able to walk out of hell, and whoever loses will be buried here.
"Actually, I don't quite understand." The Seven Kills Sword Master looked at Bai Mengjin in the middle of the sky net, "In the eyes of the jade body, it doesn't matter whether this world is a demon or a way, so why do you want to help the people of the Immortal Alliance? They treat you very badly.
It’s not that good either. You’ve made so many contributions, but when you ran into trouble, they abandoned you immediately.”
Bai Mengjin said lightly: "As you said, it doesn't matter to me whether this world is a demon or a way, so I don't care whether they abandon me or not."
"and you……"
"Someone has worked hard for me for thirty years and is willing to take risks to kill the Demon Lord. I am not a stone-hearted person, so naturally I want them to live well."
Having said this, she glanced aside.
Ling Bufei received her message and smiled back.
Ji Xingge was even more delighted, and shouted to the Seven Sword Masters: "If you want to alienate us, stop dreaming! There are so many people in this world, and they just want to repay kindness and revenge. Who wants to destroy the world with you? Ah!"
"
Before he finished speaking, the black magic light on the Seven Kills Sword Master's body ran along the double black and white lines, giving Ji Xingge a hard hit.
However, she didn't dare to let go even though she was severely injured, so she could only grit her teeth and hold on.
Shenhou felt distressed when he saw it, and immediately increased the magic power injection to share the pressure with his daughter.
"That's true." The Seven Killing Sword Master smiled.
The power of the Ghost King was endless, and soon some people on the Yin-Yang Sky Network could no longer hold on. First it was the weaker Nascent Soul monks, and then the seriously injured Transformation God.
"I'm coming!" Ye Hanyu got off the flying boat and took over from an elder, "You go and have a rest, we will take turns."
The elder knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he cupped his hands and returned to the flying boat.
Up to this point in the battle, we don’t say that we are at the end of the road, but we really have no trump cards. We just have to use whatever we have and try our best.
The demonic light on the Seven Killing Sword Lord exploded again, and another group of monks were forced to let go. The reduction in the number of people caused more pressure to be distributed to other people.
Bai Mengjin turned the yin and yang umbrella, and the yin and yang lines flew out, absorbing the wandering evil spirits of monsters and filling in the gaps.
But this lack is only a drop in the bucket. The Ghost King's power is constantly flowing, and it will only become more and more difficult here.
"Ah!" Another monk ran out of magic power, was knocked back by the Seven Killing Sword Lord, and fell from mid-air.
What's even worse is that there is a ghost nearby who sees the right opportunity, gets into his body when he is weak, and bites off his soul in one bite.
His fellow disciples tried to rescue him but were late, watching helplessly as his soul was sucked out and turned into an empty shell.
As the power of the Ghost King is absorbed and digested, there are more and more scenes like this.
"This can't go on like this. Everyone, if you have any back-ups, use them!" Wen Rujin shouted loudly, "If we keep our hands any longer, we won't be able to get out of hell!"
Who doesn’t know this situation? But until now, everyone is really at the end of their rope!
But he heard a soft "buzz" sound, a light lit up beside him, and a huge pressure enveloped him.
Wen Rujin took a breath: "Sect Master! This Demon Suppressing Cauldron..."
Ling Bufei had the Demon Suppressing Cauldron floating in front of him and said: "As my uncle said, if we can't win, this world will no longer exist. What's the pity for the treasure of suppressing the sect? Just use it all."
After saying that, he flicked his wrist, and a ray of spiritual light fell on the Demon Suppressing Cauldron. The object shone brightly and slowly faded away.
When it completely turned into a ball of spiritual light and injected into the sky net, the monks felt a lightness on their bodies.
Then the others were heartbroken and released the magic weapon.
For this war, they had made extensive preparations and brought many treasures to suppress the faction.
Ji Xingge did not hesitate and released Feng Yu.
While she was casting the spell, she asked her father: "Dad, aren't you feeling heartache?"
Ji Nanfeng twitched the corner of his mouth: "Nonsense!"
This is Feng Yu. Qifeng Valley has existed for so many years. Even if it has been in decline for thousands of years, it has relied on it to survive. Now that it is gone, I don’t know if the founder will blame him...
"Don't worry! It's a pity to lose Feng Yu, but other sects also lose their sect-suppressing treasure! If we survive this battle, no one can bully us. We will try to refine a valley-suppressing treasure in the future.
That’s it…”
Ji Nanfeng turned around and said, "Use it if you want to. Dad still understands this."
Shen Hou listened to their father and daughter's talk, couldn't help but smile, and threw out his magic whip.
Ying Shaoguang also threw out a map of mountains and rivers, as well as his own fan. Leng Qiufeng sacrificed his magic knife...
Ning Yanzhi looked at his sword, and Huo Chongxiao's voice came from beside him: "Senior Brother Ning, do you want to sacrifice your sword?"
He looked up and said nothing, but his meaning was very clear.
Huo Chongxiao was anxious: "Forget about the others, they are all external things. The sword cultivator's natal sword is related to your cultivation and life!"
Ning Yanzhi whispered: "If you can stop him, why not sacrifice your life?"
"But..." Before Huo Chongxiao finished speaking, he had already seen him throwing his natal sword. He couldn't help feeling pity and murmured, "Senior brother, you were just deceived. No one blames you..."
Ning Yanzhi looked calm, watching the natal sword being refined into a ball of spiritual light, and threw it in without hesitation.
…
With so many magic weapons invested, the balance of victory gradually tilted.
The demonic light on the Seven Killer Sword Lord was suppressed bit by bit——
When the Ghost King's Yin Qi was dispelled, the Seven Sword Masters, supported by the demon cocoon, suddenly laughed out loud.
"Girl, you don't think you can win like this, do you?"
Bai Mengjin responded calmly: "Can't I win? Senior still has some tricks, you can show me!"
"Okay!" A smile appeared on Lord Qi Sha Sword's face, meaning, "You have to be able to bear it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of blood flew out of the demon cocoon and headed straight for Ling Bufei.
Bai Mengjin immediately separated two yin and yang lines to intercept it, but the bloody light shone directly into Ling Bufei's eyes.
"Ah!" Ling Bufei whispered, feeling his eyes burning.
But that's not the most fatal thing. Baili Xu next to him shouted: "Master, your sword!"
Everyone looked over and saw something coming out of the killing sword, quickly wrapping around Ling Bufei's hand and suddenly entering his head.
Bai Mengjin wanted to intercept it but was restrained by the bloody light.
She heard the malicious voice of the Seven Sword Masters: "Since you guessed that the token was his sword, didn't you expect that he had been parasitized a long time ago?"