Situ Chaoyuan's expression gradually became a little as gray, and there was extreme anger that was about to erupt. He looked at Li Mengzhou curled up and howled in pain. His skin was torn apart, and his pitiful appearance could not relieve Situ Chaoyuan's anger at this moment.

When Li Mengzhou's will collapsed completely, Situ Chaoyuan learned the truth.

He raised his foot and stepped hard on Li Mengzhou's head, as if a beast was roaring in his throat, "Even if the "Silks of Silkworms" are burned, it will be engraved in your head, and I still have a way to take it out. Do you want to die? It's not that easy. Whether it's Li Daoling or you, you want to go against me, and you will only end up with the most tragic consequences!"

He looked down at Wang Chengyue, Pingpo, and Teacher Xiong who were out of the sword. His face became more and more gloomy. He had to think about a way out again, otherwise once Chaowucheng could not stand being destroyed, it would undoubtedly be a difficult thing to take into account Li Mengzhou and not be rescued.

In his original idea, as long as he gets the "Silk of Silkworms", he will be able to retreat without hesitation, but the current situation is not something he can retreat just as he wants.

Fortunately, he has not yet reached the end of the journey. The only way now is to destroy the demon-suppressing barrier.

He threw Li Mengzhou into Chaowu City, looked at Wang Chengyue, Pingpo and Teacher Xiong, and said in a deep voice: "As long as Chaowu City is destroyed, Li Mengzhou will undoubtedly die. You cannot save all the ordinary people in the snow-capped mountains. Now is your last chance to stop."

Teacher Xiong seemed to have noticed it, and he suddenly looked into the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

The tremor is intensifying.

Black clouds condensed above the snow-capped mountains, with purple lightning roaring. Through it, the extremely complex and turbid atmosphere exploded deep in the snow-capped mountains.

Pingpo whispered: "The demon-suppressing barrier has been destroyed."

Teacher Xiong said with a calm face: "It's Qin Chengyi."

Situ Chaoyuan was also surprised, but he reacted quickly and turned around and entered Chaowu City.

Ping Po looked at the scene and said, "Although he failed to get what he wanted, he should not kill Li Mengzhou easily. The most urgent thing now is that the Lord of the Underworld who was suppressed in the snow mountain must be dealt with."

Wang Chengyue frowned and said, "Chaowu City is stronger than I thought."

As long as he continues to draw his sword, Chaowu City will eventually be destroyed, but his own losses will be beyond his imagination. He has to keep his energy against the Lord of the Underworld outside the mountain.

Situ Chaoyuan had the defense of Chaowu City and the devil-suppressing barrier to rely on. He did think too simple. They were fighting against Chaowu City, not Situ Chaoyuan. Once they were too exhausted, even if they could destroy Chaowu City, they might not be able to kill Situ Chaoyuan.

As Situ Chaoyuan said, he dared to put the battlefield on the snow-capped mountains because he had enough confidence. Even if he was not sure that he would definitely win, at least the result would not be the worst. Situ Chaoyuan wanted to win beautifully, but although he failed to do so, there were many things beyond his plan in the process, but the result was that Situ Chaoyuan had the upper hand.

The devil-suppressing barrier, which was already in frequent collapse, was completely broken by Qin Chengyi's sword.

The thick black smoke penetrated out, like the roar of a wild beast swaying through the snow-capped mountains.

Qin Chengyi threw away the knife in his hand and opened his arms, as if he was enjoying the smoke of the black smoke. "I took another huge step forward when I got the world. This is the truly powerful force outside the mountain, and it will eventually become the sharpest knife in my hand!"

Ning Haoran remained silent, his face a little solemn.

The complex and turbid aura belonging to the monks outside the mountain was like millions of monks in front of him. The subsequent trembling feeling made Ning Haoran feel a little palpitations.

In addition to the world's first mountain outsider, the Lord of the Underworld is the most powerful, which means that he is the second strongest existence outsider outsider. Although the monks of the mountain cannot judge their strength based on their breath alone, it is extremely incredible that the person outsider who has been suppressed for so many years can still emit such a huge aura.

Ning Haoran frowned and suddenly said, "The situation is a little wrong!"

Qin Chengyi was slightly stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

Although the noise in front of me was very loud, no one outsiders appeared. Moreover, in Ning Haoran's perception, he could faintly sense that the complex and turbid aura was weakening, which was very unusual.

Soon Qin Chengyi also noticed this problem, and his face became a little shaky and unstable, "Aren't all those guys going to die, right?"

He tried his best to finally destroy the demon-suppressing barrier. If those outsiders followed him and wanted to bury themselves in the loess, it would be a bloody thing.

But the complex and turbid atmosphere is not fake, there must be other problems here.

He stared at the depths of the snow-capped mountains, feeling the complex aura weakening. A sudden light appeared in his mind. He looked at Ning Haoran and said in a deep voice: "It is the Lord of the Underworld who is plundering the power of other monks outside the mountain to restore his strength as quickly as possible."

Obviously, for the Lord of the Underworld, other people outside the mountain who were suppressed by him in the snow mountain can be used as nourishment, and it can also be proved that the Lord of the Underworld has been suppressed in the years, his cultivation must have dropped significantly. Without enough practitioners to plunder the power of people outside the mountain when he noticed that there were big things like Pingpo and Wang Chengyue in the snow mountain, it is undoubtedly the best way to directly plunder the power of people outside the mountain around him.

Ning Haoran frowned and said, "The Lord of the Underworld who has been suppressed for so long must have a lot of energy to vent. No one outside the mountain is not a madman. However, the Lord of the Underworld who has been suffering in the dark abyss for so many years will only become even more crazier. Those who appear in front of him will become his nourishment."

He looked at Qin Chengyi and said in a cold voice: "If you let go of big trouble, I'm afraid we will be in danger."

Qin Chengyi didn't say anything.

The breath of the complex and turbid land was weakening faster and faster, and soon the Lord of the Underworld would truly descend into this world. He grabbed Ning Haoran and said, "Let's retreat first. The Dean and the Sword Immortal will definitely appear here. Let them fight with the Lord of the Underworld, so we can also take this opportunity to see the situation."

What Qin Chengyi wanted was the army outside the mountain, but it was obvious that the only one who could finally get out would be the Lord of the Underworld. Although the Lord of the Underworld would be stronger than the army outside the mountain, if the Lord of the Underworld was not able to recover enough to his heyday and was directly killed by the Sword Immortal and the Dean, it would be a great loss for him to continue to stay here.

And if the Lord of the Underworld can compete with the Sword Immortal and the Dean, he can also observe the Lord of the Underworld and then conquer the Lord of the Underworld.

......

Looking at the snowy night that appeared in front of him, Ouyang Shengxue's face turned pale. It was not because of fear, but because of the appearance of snowy night, which made him unable to save Li Mengzhou in a short time. He could not beat Xueye in his heyday, let alone now he is seriously injured.

Xue Ye waved his hand gently, and more than a dozen temple monks behind him scattered, forming an encirclement.

He bowed to Han Yi and Ouyang Shengxue politely and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, Mr. Da, you have escaped from prison with such great effort. Why bother? Li Mengzhou is already in Chaowu City, and the two of you are useless. I will be a little tired and send you to see Li Daoling and Xue Wangyou respectively."

Ouyang Shengxue said in a deep voice: "Although you are indeed very strong, we have two people, and we may not lose to you. I will take back the Xiaomujian, and I will take your life away too."

If he wants to save his junior brother, he can only defeat Xueye as soon as possible. Although he and Han Yi are both injured, he always has to fight at this time.

Xue Ye chuckled and said, "I am no longer the same as before. Mr. Da can't even beat me in the past. Where did he get the confidence that he dares to say he wants me to live?"

He looked at Han Yi who was silent again and said, "If Mr. Han was in his heyday, I really had to consider it. But you two are at the end of your strength. I am afraid that even these temple monks under my command can kill you."

Ouyang Shengxue was anxious and pulled his sword out of the sheath. At the same time, the sword energy was approaching Xueye's face.

Only in an instant, Xue Ye shook his hand and pulled out the bone sword and slashed it out.

He directly defeated Ouyang Shengxue's sword energy.

Without any hesitation, the bone sword poked out again and was about to slash Ouyang Shengxue's head and take his life!

At this moment, Han Yi snapped his fingers lightly, and the Fusheng Sword raised its sheath and intercepted the bone sword before it was cut down. However, Xue Ye just sneered and flipped his wrist, and the sword energy stormed out, which shocked Han Yisheng three steps back.

"Mr. Han, you are already seriously injured. You must have paid a great price to escape from prison. Now you are no match for me. The only one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Su Bieli is the most infamous person in the world. If you can be killed by me, it will be a very wonderful thing. I can't wait."

The dozen temple monks drew their swords to kill Ouyang Shengxue.

In comparison, Xue Ye was obviously more interested in Han Yi. He did not take Ouyang Shengxue seriously at all. He gradually fell into the excitement of being able to kill Han Yi.

Han Yi did not express any opinion on this. He just shook his arm holding the sword and looked at Xue Ye coldly. The Fusheng Sword was raised by him. As his eyes suddenly became cold, the Fusheng Sword shot out like an arrow.

He doesn't have much Qi Hai Lingyuan available, but he has endless mental power. As long as he doesn't faint or completely exhaust the Qi Hai Lingyuan, he can drive his sword and fight continuously.

Xue Ye just frowned slightly and said with a sneer: "So that's it, but it's a pity that even if you fight with your mind power, my mind power is still stronger than you. You can only slowly consume me, but I will not give you the chance to consume me. My understanding of Taixuan has become deeper. Although your mind power is like a vast ocean, my mind power is surging in an instant, and it can defeat you in an instant."

Han Yi said lightly: "Tai Xuanmian power has a distance range. As long as I stand outside your attack range, you will not be able to do anything to me."

He pulled away as soon as he finished speaking, but the Fusheng Sword was even more fierce. With the endless mental power brought to him by the first chapter of "Silks of Silkworms", the distance he could drive the flying sword was very far away. Although Han Yi was not a sword cultivator, it was precisely because of this that he did not need to approach his opponent at close range to cut out the strongest sword.

The driving of flying sword is not exclusive to the sword cultivator, but the sword cultivator can driving the flying sword farther, but this happens to be something that Han Yi can do.

Han Yi didn't know the distance that Xue Ye could currently rely on Taixuan Mind power to attack, so he could only choose to retreat the farther the better. Anyway, that didn't matter to him.

Xue Ye waved his sword and slashed the Fulsheng Sword that was coming quickly. He was about to chase Han Yi, but the Fulsheng Sword turned his sword and attacked again. He had to stop. His expression became very gloomy for a moment. Without being able to kill Han Yi directly, he was really going to consume his power by him.

As if he was slapped in the face very simply, Xue Ye's murderous intent became even stronger. He raised his eyes and looked at the Fusheng Sword that was attacking again, and suddenly grinned and said, "Mr. Han, you are too underestimating me. You want to pull the battle into your game, but you are in my game from beginning to end. You can drive the flying sword to block me, but what if you lose the sword?"
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