But suddenly a figure in white appeared in front of him, holding a strange hammer in his hand.
A look of horror appeared on his face, and a trace of death appeared in his eyes.
Li Xuan knocked over with a hammer, and another burst of spiritual power was shocked. The snake-haired young man's head was flattened directly, and the spiritual platform began to break.
At this point, the young man with snake hair died directly.
Finally, these three people were killed, but there was a powerful opponent in the demon territory outside.
Li Xuan stroked the Demon Emperor's Divine Sword with his hand. It seemed that the last person could only be handled by himself.
At this time, Shui Yue, with a pale face, appeared beside Li Xuan, looking at Li Xuan's weapon that had been blocked with spiritual power in horror.
"What kind of weapon is this? It's so powerful."
"Sword, just a sword."
At this time, Shuiyue knew that she had asked too much, so she couldn't help but shut up.
Li Xuan looked at Shuiyue's pale face and said, "You won't have to accompany me to the demon tribe later. It's enough for me and Liao Huo Xingjun."
Shui Yue nodded. Now she had no strength at all. She could barely maintain the flight, and it was already a strong bow and crossbow.
Then Li Xuan landed on the ground, flipped his hand and appeared a healing pill. Then he pinched the pill and said to Shui Yue: "Open your mouth!"
Shuiyue opened her mouth very obediently, and Li Xuan put the pill directly into her mouth.
Feeling Li Xuan's tenderness, Shuiyue couldn't help but feel undercurrents in her heart, and her nose felt a little sour.
At this time, Shuiyue was surprised to find that her disguise seemed to be stripped off layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer, revealing the little woman's mentality.
At this time, a rumbling sound sounded in front of him. Li Xuan looked at the demon cultivator flying in the distance and his face became cold.
With him here, no one of the demon cultivators who want to escape from the east to the demon tribe can do so.
The tragic situation of the human race just now was vivid in my mind, and a sense of hatred arose in Li Xuan's heart, his eyes turned red, and a faint sense of bloodthirsty appeared.
"Don't move here, I'll kill the enemy."
Shuiyue knew that she could not kill the enemy, so she could only nod.
Li Xuan took out a blood-stained yellow cloth, and then spread it out directly with the surge of spiritual power, forming a tent, protecting Shuiyue inside.
Then, Li Xuan carried the Five Elements Sword and rushed towards these demon cultivators.
At the same time, he released three talismans of earth-type puppets in succession, and nine earth-type puppets appeared in the air.
He can control up to nine earth-type puppets. No demon clan can withstand the attack of his puppet in the Nascent Soul stage.
Nine puppets were lined up with him, each one a hundred meters apart.
No demon clan can cross this barrier.
Then, Li Xuan began to kill continuously, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire space. Countless demons fell and fell to the ground.
No demon clan can cross Li Xuan's line of defense.
The earth dyed the ground red and flowed into the low places, forming a pool of blood.
Li Xuan was like a killing machine, constantly killing.
At this time, the seed of hatred in Li Xuan's heart kept taking root and sprouting, and a kind of anger erupted in his whole body, like a blood demon god in the blood of the demon race. When facing Li Xuan,
All were killed.
The war lasted for five hours, and at this time, many human monks finally came.
Liao Huo Lord flew to Li Xuan, and when he saw Li Xuan's appearance now, and then looked at the ground, he had become a sea of corpses and blood. He couldn't help but feel his heart thumped."
The phantom of the magic sword behind Li Xuan was so dark that it was almost dripping from water.
Li Xuan raised his scarlet eyes and asked, "What's going on now?"
"Basically, all the demon cultivators who entered the fourth level and above who entered the Stone City were killed."
Hearing this from Liao Huo Gen, Li Xuan showed a cruel smile on his face.
"Immediately call up two other god-transforming monks to join me in the outer realm and go to the tribe of the Tengshe clan. We want to destroy the clan."
When Liao Huo Jun heard this, he couldn't help but become excited and his expression became colder.
"Okay, let's go together, but what about Fellow Daoist Shuiyue?"
Li Xuan looked down and saw that Shui Yue was still recovering under the divine blood cloth. Then he said lightly: "She is fine, but she is very weak and cannot go."
Then, Li Xuan took out several spirit pills and threw them to Liao Huoshijun and asked him to take them.
Not long after, Xuan Yuanzi and Pang Yuan all came to Li Xuan's side.
After Li Xuan gave them the spiritual pill and the healing pill, he spoke, "Come with me and destroy the Tengshe clan. Only in this way can we take the next action and save the Shicheng."
Hearing Li Xuan say this, the three of them showed hatred in their eyes.
Over the past few decades, the ancient god statues have begun to change. There are countless wars between the human race and the Tengshe clan, and now it is finally time to get a close together.
Four figures flew towards the outer realm, and behind them was the devastated stone city.
Li Xuan, Liao Huo Shijun and others flew for a total of half a day and arrived outside the mountain stream.
At this time, it was already late, and the four of them set up a formation and lived here.
At night, Li Xuan felt his distracting thoughts appear frequently, and the screams of the human race kept coming, making him unable to enter into meditation at all.
Li Xuan's mind was just confused at this moment, and he seemed to be unable to emit a breath in his chest, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
At the same time, a bloodthirsty desire filled Li Xuan's mind.
In Li Xuan's mind, for some reason, he is now full of blood.
Luo Xiyue looked up and showed a smile on her face, and said to herself lightly: "It seems that this kid is trapped in the inner demon."
The next day, the sun shone on the earth, and the corpse wandering around at night disappeared without a trace, and Li Xuan and the others came outside.
Looking at the narrow mountain stream, behind this mountain stream is the camp of the demon tribe.
And the ink-like sword energy behind Li Xuan was still floating.
Liao Huo Shijun looked at the phantom of the magic sword behind Li Xuan and couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Daoist, what is this?"
Li Xuan laughed and said lightly: "This is my trump card."
At this time, everyone felt the crazy aura on Li Xuan.
Then, Li Xuan walked forward, crossed the mountain stream, and entered the cave. He walked two or three meters in size for a few minutes and suddenly realized that there was a huge valley inside. At this time, they were standing in a cliff cave.