Games with fairies

Under the moonlight, the three incarnations were chopped off and no one was there to help them. When the Demon Refiner heard Li Muyang's refusal, a trace of haze flashed in his eyes.

"Good boy! Don't regret it!"

At this moment, the Demon Refiner finally made up his mind.

He suddenly closed his eyes and opened his hands, as if embracing the whole world.

Obviously, there was no incarnation to help him, and the fairy sword of Fairy Mo was within reach.

But facing the fairy sword in Fairy Mo's hand, this old monster seemed to have given up all resistance and waited for death.

Li Muyang's heart jumped when he saw this scene.

He knew that the corpse of the god hidden in the gate of the Demon Refiner Sect was about to revive!

Facing the step-by-step pressure of Fairy Mo's corpse, the Demon Refiner finally couldn't hold on and was about to release the deepest trump card hidden in the gate of the Demon Refiner Sect.

But Li Muyang, who saw this scene, was not afraid at all. Instead, he stared at the Demon Refiner in the moonlight with a sinister look.

A sneer appeared on his face.

"Ancestor of the Demon Refining Sect! If you still have a trump card, just use it!"

"Otherwise I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use it!"

Li Muyang's arrogant laughter spread throughout the Demon Refining Sect, which was extremely harsh.

But at this time, the situation in the gate of the Demon Refining Sect had reversed.

After the elders of the Demon Refining Sect abandoned Li Muyang and began to return to the Hanging Island, they quickly trapped the Black Prison prisoners who were rampaging on the Hanging Island.

Coupled with the harassment of more than 300 magic cultivators in the Godly Wandering Realm, the Black Prison prisoners were quickly forced into a desperate situation and could no longer kill at will, and their situation became increasingly difficult.

And this group of prisoners who were forced into a desperate situation did not hesitate. After seeing that their way out was cut off, they directly ignited their souls. A series of dim divine lights rose in the Demon Refining Sect, and one after another, the Black Prison prisoners returned to their peak cultivation.

However, after they burned their souls, all they could do was kill a few more slow-running Demon Sect disciples.

Facing the heavy siege of the Demon Refining Sect, this group of prisoners in the Black Prison was already fighting desperately.

The elders of the Demon Refining Sect led a large number of demon cultivators in the Divine Wandering Realm and the Profound Cave Realm to form formations of various sizes, trapping the prisoners with burning souls in the formations.

There was no need to kill these prisoners, just drag them.

The elders of the Demon Refining Sect watched the prisoners in the formations struggle to death, and calmly waited for the souls of these prisoners to burn out.

Although the situation on the side of the Demon Refining Ancestor collapsed, other battlefields and situations in the Demon Refining Sect were rapidly turning around.

The Demon Refining Ancestor was forced into a desperate situation, and did not call on the elders to come to his aid.

He opened his hands and finally made a decision.

The two arms that were as thin as sticks and covered with age spots stretched out, and the Demon Refining Ancestor's hands suddenly exerted force, and his skinny hands seemed to grab something in the void.

Then, the Demon Refining Ancestor gritted his teeth and pulled hard.

Hualala——

Inside the gate of the Demon Refining Sect, the cold and harsh sound of chains rubbing in the air rang out.

The Demon Refining Ancestor, holding his hands in the air, seemed to be holding some invisible chains.

As he dragged and tore with all his strength, the cold sound of the chains trembling in the air became more and more harsh and dense.

The cold sound of Hualala resounded throughout the gate of the Demon Refining Sect.

At the same time, there was also a gloomy, silent, desperate, and deadly horror.

At this moment, all the demon cultivators in the gate of the Demon Refining Sect lowered their heads in horror and felt the ground under their feet shaking.

In a trance, they even felt that the ground under their feet seemed to come alive.

Li Muyang, who saw this scene, directly controlled the body of Fairy Mo and rushed forward.

The Jinghong Immortal Sword burst into a brilliant sword light in Fairy Mo's hand.

The three incarnations of the Demon Refining Ancestor flew forward and tried to provide support.

However, these three incarnations were not the real Tianheng Realm after all.

The sword light of Fairy Mo's body was directed, and the three incarnations who hurried back to help were chopped away.

The cold and pale sword light spanned the sky and earth, and slashed straight at the Demon Refining Ancestor with his hands stretched out in the night sky.

But the Demon Refining Ancestor did not dodge at all, but just struggled to drag the invisible chain in the void, allowing the sword energy that was a hundred feet long to chop down.

Clang--

The cold sound of the chain collision suddenly became urgent at this moment.

The next second, a terrifying and weird scene appeared.

On the Snow Peak under the feet of the Demon Refining Ancestor, the land and rocks suddenly collapsed, and the buildings and houses on the peak also collapsed.

At the same time that the sand and stones fell towards the forest below, a huge blood-red eye was revealed under the collapsed soil on the Snow Peak.

This giant eye was more than a hundred meters high.

The moment it opened, it looked directly at Fairy Mo in the night sky.

At this moment, the Demon Refining Sect seemed to be silent.

Under this blood-red giant eye, everyone was as small as an ant, and it seemed that it was the only protagonist in the world.

The flying figure of Fairy Mo froze in place in an instant.

At the same time, the sword energy she slashed out also froze.

——This strange giant eye actually froze the space where Fairy Mo was.

With the naked eye, even the sand and dust in that space were stagnant, as if time had stopped.

Li Muyang was shocked again when he saw this scene.

The corpse of a god!

Is this the power of the corpse of a god?

Compared with the immortals who practiced and refined their hearts and ascended their souls, the corpses left by the ancient gods who were good at bloodline supernatural powers were obviously more powerful.

After all, the supernatural powers of the gods are all above the flesh.

Unlike immortals, the soul is the body.

Now a revived corpse of a god can freeze the space with just one glance.

Li Muyang saw this scene and immediately opened the system chat group and shared the scene in front of him to the chat group.

[Cang Su San: Zi Wei Heng, how long will it take you to arrive? ]

[Cang Su San: The corpse of the god in the Demon Refining Sect has been revived! ]

At this time, the chat group was already in an uproar.

All chat group members were online, including Zi Wei Heng who was on the way.

——The moment Li Muyang let Fairy Mo appear in the world, he directly shared the chaotic scene in the Demon Refining Sect to the chat group.

Anyway, after tonight, the news that the Jinghong Immortal Sword was in his hands would spread throughout the cultivation world.

In this case, there was nothing to hide.

Li Muyang directly exposed his cards and took the lead in self-destruction in the group, summoning Zi Wei Heng to come as soon as possible.

After receiving the message, Zi Wei Heng immediately responded, saying that he would abandon his clansmen and come to help first.

Then Li Muyang closed the chat group and was busy with the battle.

Only then did he finally distract himself and take a look at the chat interface in the group.

As expected, all the masters of the immortal weapons in the chat group spoke quickly, constantly asking Li Muyang about the reason for tonight's incident.

But Li Muyang ignored all the comments of those group members.

He only paid attention to Ziwei Heng.

Two seconds later, Ziwei Heng sent a brief sentence.

[Ziwei Heng: Get to the Demon Refining Sect within half an hour! ]

The short but sonorous reply made Li Muyang smile coldly.

"Okay!"

Half an hour later, Ziwei Heng of Tianheng Realm will be the first to kill!

And behind Ziwei Heng, there is a continuous stream of Qingmu Jiao army!

Looking coldly at the Demon Refining Ancestor in front of him and the entire Demon Refining Sect mountain gate that is reviving, Li Muyang's eyes are cold.

"Tonight, the Demon Refining Sect will be wiped out!"