Under the moonlit sky, a huge silkworm cocoon floated in the valley, and grains of yellow sand flowed down from the cocoon and disappeared into the darkness.
Xu Sanchi smiled cruelly: "Just wait for death slowly in this sand burial. Don't expect Hua Zici to save you. She can't even save herself now. Hum..."
After saying that, Yu Jian flew towards Lingyin Cave.
The sand burial "cocoon" under the night sky is four feet high, like a coffin hanging in the air.
There was darkness in front of Bai Yunsheng's eyes. He could only feel the continuous thick pressure coming from all directions. Yellow sand kept falling and condensing on his skin. Soon, he could vaguely hear the sound of cracking bones.
.
"hateful!"
Bai Yunsheng roared angrily, taking advantage of the only two feet of space left to ignite his karma and raise his fists.
"Bang! Bang!"
The dull sound of punches came from the sand tomb, causing the yellow sand to slide down.
The sound echoed in the empty valley, like a dusk drum.
"Dong, dong..."
After a while, the yellow quicksand on the "coffin" finally began to slide down in large areas. In this defensive and offensive confrontation, the sand burial formed by karma gradually showed its fatigue without Xu Sanchi's support.
Bai Yunsheng in the "coffin" was bleeding profusely all over his body.
"Bang! Bang!"
The sound of the punch was still reverberating, getting stronger and louder. A trace of cracks was carved on the solid sand tomb, and then the cracks expanded into cracks.
"Boom!" Like fireworks blooming, yellow sand scattered in all directions, flying all over the sky.
"Hoo, ho..."
Bai Yunsheng gasped for breath. In order to break through the "grave" built by the peak karma of the middle camp, his karma has been severely consumed. If he could not swallow Xu Sanchi's karma, would he be able to break through the prison?
Still unknown.
After trimming for a while, Bai Yunsheng glanced at the direction where Hua Zhici left.
A long time has passed since the Demon King left, but her figure has not yet appeared.
The Lingyin Cave on the cliff in the distance shines with colorful light, like an immortal jade.
"Can't wait any longer."
After another half-quarter of an hour, Bai Yunsheng finally gave up waiting.
Although the words Xu Sanchi left before leaving made him a little uneasy, now that Yanyu Tower has entered Lingyin Cave, there must be no mistakes in the last map leading to Juntian Palace.
Bai Yunsheng put away his worries, no longer hesitated, and immediately flew towards the beautiful Lingyin Cave with his sword.
For countless years, this place, regarded as the supreme holy land by the Demon Domain of Tianyu Mountain, has carried too many mysteries. Not even the demon kings and the four elders have the right to enter at any time, because the real person in charge here is Jun Tian.
The master of Tianyushan Hall.
Bai Yunsheng had just approached the cliff and before his feet even touched the ground, "whoosh whoosh", several black shadows came out of the darkness and blocked his way in front of the cave.
I saw a woman in green clothes falling from the night sky, like a leaf in early spring.
The woman's voice, full of laughter, was soft to the bone: "Brother Bai, where do you want to go?"
"Demon King Flower sent a message?" Bai Yunsheng was immediately surprised and sneered hurriedly: "You are the puppet of Yanyu Tower, right?"
"Hiss!" As soon as he finished speaking, a dark green thorn vine rang out in the cold night and struck directly at Bai Yunsheng's lower body.
Obviously this fake demon king really doesn't like others calling her that.
"snort."
Bai Yunsheng's laughter was left in the wind.
"Pa!" The thorn vine shattered his shadow, and the beautiful figure of "Hua Zhici" fell in front of the cave, with a cold face. Behind her were seven figures in different clothes, carrying seven different weapons.
, but there are seven pairs of identical eyes.
The seven people's eyes were cold and murderous. Bai Yunsheng couldn't help being surprised and blurted out: "Seven sons of the demon god?"
The corners of Puppet Flower's mouth twitched and she sneered: "I didn't expect you know quite a lot."
Bai Yunsheng stared coldly at the seven people in front of him, and a feeling of uneasiness slowly came over his heart. These seven young-looking demon cultivators were not a good person.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the demon clan of Tianyu Mountain was still competing with the human race in the Central Plains. At that time, seven great demons appeared that transcended the Purple Soul Realm. They were all ancient beasts, and their cultivation reached the heavens and the earth. The seven demons were like demon gods descending to the earth.
, once helped the ancestors of Tianyu Mountain to win many battles and became powerful in the world. After the ancestors left the Central Plains, the seven demons helped the demon king to open up the demon domain of Tianyu Mountain. They were admired by thousands of demons and the seven of them were collectively called the Seven Sons of the Demon God.
Later, the direct disciples of these seven people inherited their positions, directly subordinated themselves to the Demon King, and became the Demon King's personal guards. This tradition has been passed down to this day.
In fact, Bai Yunsheng still didn't know that the Seven Sons of the Demon God back then were all subordinates of General Qian Huan from the Demon Domain of Tianyu Mountain in Juntian Palace. The seven people in front of him were obviously the Seventh Sons of the younger generation, and their cultivation level was still in the Huangpo realm.
But this was enough to make Bai Yunsheng break into cold sweat several times.
The moonlight was covered with a faint veil, and the wind on the cliff was a little cooler.
"Hmph, you think just a few of them can stop me?"
Bai Yunsheng chose the latter between retreating and facing the enemy, because he had never retreated in his life, and he had to pave the way forward even with blood and body.
Time passed quietly, perhaps because of the sword of longevity in his hand, the kind-hearted young man had completely changed his appearance unknowingly.
"You can give it a try." Puppet Flower chuckled as he sent the message. Obviously, he knew the strength of Bai Yunshengzhong camp very well. After saying that, the beautiful figure retreated, leaving only a reply: "They have been under my Dream Soul Curse.
I won’t let go until I kill you. Little brother, play slowly."
This fragile-boned woman floated into the Lingyin Cave following the voice.
"Huhuhu..."
The wind moves with the sound.
Murderous as the wind.
The Seventh Son of the Demon God with a dull expression did not say a word, but drew his weapon and came to kill him.
Swords, guns, swords, maces, hooks and whips, seven cold lights blocked Bai Yunsheng's path up, down, left, and right like a rainbow. The strong karma of the seven people made Bai Yunsheng secretly hairy. Although the Seventh Son could not reach the peak of Huangpo at most, these seven Huangpo realms,
This is not an ordinary Huangpo realm.
But he still reacted the fastest.
I saw Bai Yunsheng's black shadow flash, and he instantly transformed into seven. The seven black shadows retreated and faced the seven demon gods who were coming to kill. The seven blood-colored long swords streaked across the sky. They were the first form of the Bodhi Sword Technique, Ying Hua!
"Ding ding ding..."
Bai Yunsheng's confusing shadows kept disappearing and reappearing in the air, scattering, rejoining and retreating. In just a few breaths, the battlefield was already more than thirty feet away from the entrance of Lingyin Cave.
The seven demon gods cooperated very well with each other. The seven weapons of different shapes depended on each other in length and sharpness, complementing each other in sharpness and bluntness. There were no flaws in offense and defense. Even if Bai Yunsheng dodged like this, he still left bloodstains on his body.
Suddenly, Bai Yunsheng stopped and turned from defense to attack. The Seven Killing Steps cooperated with Yinghua to create countless phantoms again. The light of the Changsheng Sword continued, and faint wisps of pale color were moving among the phantoms.
"Click."
The layers of paleness seemed to be like termites crawling up the weapons and bodies of the Demon God Seventh Son. They were instantly covered with a layer of cold frost, and Bai Yunsheng himself disappeared.
The movements of the seven people froze, but there was no trace of worry in their indifferent eyes.
"Kakakaka."
As long as the karma moves a little, the frost will immediately break into ice mist.
But this short time was enough for Bai Yunsheng.
"Bodhi Sword, Chen Yun!"
A cold shout of hatred tore open the night sky behind Qizi.
I saw a huge star phantom appearing behind the seven people, white clouds standing in the light, the sword of immortality bursting with blood into the sky, and the seven sons of the demon god were locked tightly with a bone-crushing and overbearing murderous aura.
The sword cuts through the sky!
The stars fell, instantly drowning the Seventh Son.
The extremely powerful sword energy penetrated Qizi and shot towards the dark mountains.