The six disciples of the Beihuan Immortal Palace who had escaped for a distance actually turned around and returned. After hesitating for a while, the other two fled to the distance. It was too dangerous to die in vain.

At the head of the sky, the level 6 demon bird with a wingspan of dozens of feet was raised. When the gun shadow pierced by Li Yu came, it raised its claws and was about to fight back, but suddenly it hurt in its mind. It turned black in front of it and lost consciousness. The gun shadow flashed and stabbed it firmly on the chest of the demon bird. With a muffled bang, a big blood-filled hole suddenly exploded in the chest's chest, and its huge body fell to the ground.

Yan Ge happened to see this scene in the group of disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace. His pupils couldn't help but shrink. The spiritual pressure in this level six demon bird was not weak, and it seemed to be at the peak level. Even if he took action, he might not be able to kill it with one blow. Li Yu was just the Venus Realm. How could he kill this demon bird with one blow?

Turning his head to look at Li Yu, he found that the battle helmet on Li Yu's head just protected the eyebrows. The six-colored spiritual light shone on the battle helmet, and the star marks between Li Yu's eyebrows could not be seen.

Li Yu had a long spear in his right hand and a round shield in his left hand, which was also a six-colored light flashing.

"Freak!"

Yan Ge murmured to himself that the Venus monk could actually control three sixth-level magic weapons at the same time. Li Yu's magic power in his body might be able to compete with the Labyrinth realm monk.

In the distance, the howling of monsters suddenly sounded, and the seven monsters blocking Li Yu instantly turned into seven running fireballs.

Yan Ge looked in the sound and his heart trembled. This monster was actually hit by the flames sacrificed by Li Yu. This flame was so fierce and so accurate?

Before he could think too much, Hu Chi's voice suddenly rang out like a muffled thunder: "The disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace obey the orders, follow me!"

The tall figure of the tiger cynical figure flew into the air from one side and headed straight for the group of disciples of the Beihuan Immortal Palace.

Although he was impulsive and strong as fire, he could still see the situation in front of him. The number of disciples of the Beihuan Immortal Palace is more than that of the disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace and has stronger strength. If he wants to kill the birth of the Heaven among this group of demons, he wants to avoid the long-range attacks of Xiao Changtian, the old man in the white robe, and follow the disciples of the Beihuan Immortal Palace, there is much more chance of escaping alone.

Bai Hong followed Hu Chi without hesitation.

Several other disciples from the Burial Immortal Palace who were beside them followed one after another.

A scream came from a distance. The old cultivator from the Burial Immortal Palace, who was born in a casual cultivator, had escaped not far away at this moment. Unexpectedly, a dragon claw carrying lightning fell from the sky and slapped on his body. With the sound of thunder, the old cult's body was actually slapped into pieces by one claw.

Immediately afterwards, thunder sounded one after another in other directions, and two monks from the escaped Beihuan Immortal Palace were also hit by dragon claws and fell to the ground like a meteor.

"I am here, no one can leave today!"

The black dragon, who was transformed into Dragon Lord, roared and spoke in words.

Responding to him was a series of shiny sword lights. The sword shadows sacrificed by Luo Xinghe weaved into a dense sword net, wrapping the black dragon in the middle. The black dragon rushed left and right and kept breaking through the sword net, but just rushed out, the next moment, the sword net would be covered in the middle. On the huge body, there were already many dragon scales falling off and mottled blood stains flying.

The Zen stick in the hand of monk Danshan flew, and shadows of the stick flew across and hit the black dragon, forcing the black dragon to retreat back into the sword net.

The black dragon is too strong, and the two dare not be careless at all. They can be said to have tried their best. Although they cannot completely trap the black dragon, they still blocked the road ahead, making the black dragon unable to kill the crowd in the distance.

"Follow me!"

Yan Ge shouted softly, raised his legs and rushed towards the team where Li Yu was.

Behind him, several disciples from the Burial Immortal Palace followed him in a hurry.

At this moment, there were less than twenty disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace, divided into two teams, one with Hu Chi and the other with Yan Ge.

Soon, the disciples of the two sects gathered together.

A group of Red Gold Realm monks naturally stood outside and protected the Qingjin Realm monks in the middle.

The demons around him surrounded him in black. The demons who had just escaped returned at this moment, and even if they did not dare to get close to the crowd, they would not escape far.

Further away, Xiao Changtian and the old man in white robe stopped attacking. The cultivators of the two sects had already been mixed up with the demons. Yin Kaitian, Dao Kuang and other six people even fought with several eighth-level demons. Their long-range attacks would accidentally hurt the demons, and maybe they would do more.

The two suddenly communicated with each other, and then they approached the situation one by one.

The man in brocade robe and the woman in silver armor followed seven people, after some discussion, and they also followed.

"Wei Yu, Sha Mojie, Wang Qing, Feng Yue, Yun Ye, Ning Zhi is responsible for defense!"

"Niu Meng, Tiger Chih, Bai Hong, and Yan Ge are responsible for opening the way!"

"Others, Red Gold Realm, four people in group, Qingjin Realm, eight people in group, team together to siege and take turns to attack!"

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Li Yu no longer attacked the demon, but instead took Wei Yu's command power without hesitation, and ordered one after another.

Soon, the cultivators formed a formation and divided into multiple groups, taking turns to attack, and the target was raised directly by the strongest demons, specifically attacking at the most dense parts of the demons. Soon, the cultivators even fought a bloody path among the demons, and were getting farther and farther away from Yin Kaitian, Lei Yidao and others.

The blood of demons sprinkled in the sky, and the cultivators moved forward step by step, while the other demons were so scared that they scattered and fled.

A sound of eagle came at this moment. The eighth-level snow-feathered eagle suddenly swept down from the clouds, and two steel claws stretched down, running towards Niu Meng, and the two tigers slapped hard on their heads, sang their wings, and the sound of breaking through the air was loud. A dense wind blade was filled with biting coldness, and it attacked the cultivators like a heavy rain.

On the ground, there was also a loud sound of breaking through the air, flying swords, spears, flames, and thunder soaring into the sky, facing the snow sculptures.

The snow sculpture slammed its wings again, and the wind blew around it. The huge figure flashed in an instant. Ten thousand feet away, Wei Yu, Feng Yue and others' attacks were empty. Immediately, the snow sculpture turned around flexibly and launched an attack on the cultivators from another direction.

A series of loud roars, and a series of spiritual lights burst in the air. Niu Meng and Hu Chi crushed the claws thrown by the snow sculpture. The wind blades in the sky were also shattered by Wei Yu, Feng Yue and others, but there were still many wind blades and mixed violent spiritual powers rushing into the crowd, shooting down several cultivators from the Qingjin Realm down to the clouds. Fortunately, the cultivators all had armor protection and were in a vigilant attack. No one was injured. However, the formation was disrupted, and the cultivators were forced to get busy.

In the distance, the demon flames rolled, and a large group of monsters rushed from the northwest. The leader was a demon with red hair and blood-colored cloak around him. The demon was about meter tall and tall, holding a large shield in all directions in his left hand and a long-handed axe in his right hand. A hundred miles away, he roared and slashed out with an axe. With a loud bang, the axe shadow soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge giant of hundreds of feet, slashing at the cultivators with a fierce momentum.

Behind the red-haired demon, a giant red wolf was followed by. The purple-red flames were flying around the giant wolf, with fangs in its mouth, and a large blood-colored beam of light opened, and a thick blood-colored light flew out, following the shadow of the axe and blasted towards the cultivators.

Although the spiritual pressure revealed in the red-haired giant wolf's body was not as good as the eighth-level snow sculpture on the sky's head, it was not much different. It was impossible to tell whether it was an eighth-level demon wolf or a seventh-level peak state. After spraying out the light column, the giant wolf raised its claws and waved it, and the claw shadows surrounded by flames roared towards the cultivators.

The four tiger cynical, Bai Hong, Niu Meng and Yan Ge who were standing in front of the cultivators cast spells to face the attacks of the red-haired demon and the red-haired giant wolf.

The roar shook the sky, the shadow of axe, the claws, and the blood-colored beams of light shattered one after another. The figures of Niu Meng, Tiger Man, Bai Hong and Yan Ge were also knocked away by the huge force.

Wei Yu, Sha Mojie, Feng Yue and Wang Qing went out and stood in front of the cultivators. In a group of two people, they cast spells and attacked the man and the wolf.

One man and one wolf were not afraid at all. While running forward, they attacked again.

Colorful spiritual lights collided in the air and roared, and the cultivators' advancement was blocked. In a moment, many monks were injured. One of the cultivators was unlucky to be slashed between the face by a red-haired demon man with an axe shadow. A head instantly shattered, and the blood flame column spewed out by the red-haired giant wolf had an unpleasant smell of blood flames. When it fell on the cultivators, it could easily erode the body-protecting spiritual light, landing on the armor, making a sizzling sound, corroding the armor into holes. Once it touched the skin, the skin would burst into stinging bursts of hot and tingling, and the flesh and blood were instantly blurred.

This red-haired demon and the red-haired giant wolf are even more fierce than the snow sculpture.
Chapter completed!