Beichen Ye made a move with his hand and plucked the strings of the piano lying in front of him.
A piece of silver light shot up into the sky, instantly breaking through the dark clouds. Under the dark sky, the silver light was as gorgeous as a Milky Way.
"clank!"
The sound of the piano rang twice in a row, the silver light became more intense, and the dark clouds and thunder in the sky also dissipated.
The eyes of the demons almost bulged out when they looked at it. It was divine punishment, but it was broken like this? Moreover, this power did not seem to be the power of the demons.
"Human?" The old voice sounded again. At the same time, the door of the sacrificial hall opened, and an old man wrapped in a black robe came out.
His face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were cloudy. He was holding a scepter as tall as a person in his right hand and was walking slowly outside.
"Who are you scolding?" Di Yin was unhappy when he heard this.
Mu Qianyu held his forehead. This child is really big-hearted. What kind of species are he paying attention to at this time? Shouldn't he be concerned about whether he can survive?
The old man looked over with cloudy eyes and said, "Since you are here, you are going to die. It doesn't matter who you are."
"Old guy, I think you're looking for death." Di Yin raised his demonic eyes and attacked the old man with the bone whip in his hand.
The red light exploded in an instant, and Emperor Yin's power exploded with great impact.
The old man remained completely calm. A large amount of demonic energy gathered around the black gem embedded in the scepter in his hand. As soon as the scepter was raised, the demonic energy immediately moved towards Di Yin.
The destructive power in this demonic aura made Mu Qianyu feel terrifying in the distance, as if this power was not from human beings, but from a higher and stronger creature.
"boom!"
The two forces clashed, and Di Yin's red light was instantly shattered, and the demonic energy hit his chest. He quickly struck with his left hand to disperse the demonic energy, but he still took a few steps back.
Mu Qianyu frowned when he saw this. Di Yin's strength was not difficult to fight against the Spirit King Realm, but he couldn't catch the opponent's move. What kind of existence was this?
She really wanted to give him the Demon God Bell, but according to Sikong Yu, the sacred artifact was the Demon Lord's divine will, which was used to support the entrance of humans and demons.
Once erased, the entrance will no longer exist, and they relied on the entrance and the yin-yang diagram to get there. Without one of the two, they cannot go back.
"It's your turn, destroy it." The old man spoke, and the old voice resounded in everyone's ears.
Then he waved his scepter again, and countless demonic energy gathered from all directions. As he pointed his scepter, it rushed towards the few people in an overwhelming manner.
This demonic energy attacks from too many directions, and everyone can only fight on their own. Among them, the demonic energy from the front is the most terrifying, and Beichen Ye and Di Yin are at the forefront.
Sikong Yu and Xiao Ruo were guarding the rear and sides respectively, surrounding Mu Qianyu in the middle to ensure that she would not be impacted.
Mu Qianyu couldn't laugh or cry. It looked like she had become a waste.
"Go on." She threw the Spring and Autumn Book towards Sikong Yu and the others.
Sikong Yu didn't show any pretense, he immediately cut his fingers and signed the Spring and Autumn Annals, and then the three of them formed a sword formation, and their awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly dispersed the evil energy behind them.
Ahead, Beichenye and Di Yin had already launched an attack on the high priest, confronting him head-on.
Sikong Yu and three others also attacked at this moment, because they had been opponents before, and the five of them cooperated with each other unexpectedly.
The battle moved from the ground to the air, with six different forces constantly colliding and confronting each other in the air, bringing an intuitive visual impact to the people of the entire Demon City.
The high priest was tied up by Beichen Yedi Yin. After Sikong Yu and the others obtained the Spring and Autumn Book, their strength skyrocketed, which also caused some interference to the high priest.
But there is only interference.
The five people working together were unable to fight against the high priest, and such a high-intensity battle would quickly consume people's strength, and the consumption of the five people was obvious.
Because this is the Demon Clan after all, and there is not much spiritual power to circulate and replenish, the combat effectiveness of the Human Clan here has automatically dropped a bit, and the performance of high-intensity combat is even more obvious.
But the high priest was still so calm, and the power in his body was getting stronger instead of declining. It was unknown where he got the energy supply from.
Now Mu Qianyu knows why Beichen Ye asked them to withdraw first. This seems to be an old monster that cannot be beaten. No one knows how thick his blood is.
"hold head high!"
A dragon roar rose into the sky, and Xiaoruo turned into a golden dragon and rushed towards the high priest. The huge dragon head and body carried an incomparable sense of oppression.
The demons opened their mouths one by one. Dragon, it was actually a dragon.
If you live long enough, you can see everything.
However, Xiaoruo is still just a young dragon after all. Facing such an old monster of unknown level, he is treated the same as the three people in the academy, and cannot even enter the center of the attack circle.
"Xiao Lingling, why is this person so strong? What is his strength?" Mu Qianyu asked.
"His personal strength is not strong, but as a priest he can communicate with the gods. What he is using now is the power of the demon god." Qi Ling answered.
"What the hell?" Mu Qianyu thought this thing was a little bit magical.
How come there really is a god?
"The master doesn't know much about this. The sacrifice is like this. He is very strong, but at the cost of burning his own life." After the weapon spirit said this, he asked: "How old does the master think this sacrifice is?"
"Looks like he's already a hundred if not two hundred. He's almost crumbling with age, but he still looks strong and healthy."
Qi Ling chuckled and said, "He is only in his thirties."
Mu Qianyu immediately understood why it was at the cost of his life.
"Is there any way to deal with him?" she asked.
"Cut off his connection with the God Realm." Qi Ling said after a moment, "That means destroying the statues in the hall."
"This is easy." Mu Qianyu said and turned somersaults backwards. When his head was about to touch the roof, he fell outwards. When he stood on the ground, he could already see the statues in the temple.
The demon statue is as tall as ten people. It is ferocious and terrifying. Its eyes seem to be shining. Although it is made of gold, it looks more like it is alive.
Gods have always had supreme majesty, but Mu Qianyu found this image particularly scary.
"Master, this is not easy. There is a ray of power from the gods in the statue, and you will be counterattacked." The weapon spirit continued.
Mu Qianyu paused and said angrily: "If you didn't tell me earlier, I've already finished playing handsome. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you don't do it now?"
She was on the outermost floor of the temple, and there was only a wall between the demonic people and her.
Moreover, she had just fought with all her strength and no longer had the strength to maintain the Transformation Pill, and now it was her own image.
Qi Ling was stunned: "I didn't expect you to rush so fast. Master, what are you doing with your bow?"
"Of course I'm going to mess with him." Mu Qianyu raised his chin towards the statue of the god in the main hall in front of him, his unruly eyes showing a bit of ferocity.