Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Because the existence of evil arts requires a lot of blood and lives, this place is so dense with gloom that it looks like hell.

There was also a lingering dark cloud in the sky above the Night Evil Sect, and it was raining blood all the time. The buildings of the sect were even made of bones.

Corpses and blood everywhere!

You can also see that some evil cultivators are sacrificing souls and throwing many souls into mountains of swords and seas of fire.

The screams and wails were endless.

Ye Wudao could even feel that there were a lot of innocent souls here, but they were exploited by this group of evil cultivators.

I really don’t know why such a terrifying hell on earth dares to exist in broad daylight.

Moreover, the five sects in the north actually sat idly by and ignored them.

Simply because the leader of the Night Evil Sect is powerful and is their solid strength.

After this scene, Qin Le finally couldn't help it and vomited it out, her pretty face turned pale.

"Master, I..."

Obviously she had never seen such a terrifying scene, and she couldn't hold it in for a while.

"Enter my world and watch the battle. Maybe you will understand."

Ye Wudao smiled slightly and released his own world, allowing Qin Le to adjust well inside.

He has no intention of letting others take action. To him, others are a burden, except of course these two Eternal Middle Stages.

"Master, I want to help you..." Qin Le said timidly.

"No need, both of you enter my world, just don't affect my performance."

Ye Wudao shook his head and glanced at Fangyun.

Fangyun naturally had no objection and entered Ye Wudao's world, while Qinle hesitated for a long time before biting his teeth.

"Yes, Master!"

"If there is any danger, Master, please retreat!"

It seemed that she still cared about Ye Wudao's safety.

After putting the two people into his own world, Ye Wudao turned the Yunxiao Jade Sword into a normal size and slashed at the evil cultivators who were sacrificing lives.

The two Eternal Middlemen behind him were startled.

"Sect Master, how about we hide in your world too!"

"Yes, yes, we are also a burden, we..."

"Shut up!" Ye Wudao interrupted coldly: "Today your task is very simple. Just hold the two Eternal Middle Stages back until the battle is over. If you can't do that, then go die!"

The two of them took a deep breath and were so frightened by Ye Wudao's astonishing evil aura that they did not dare to speak any more.

From the sky, sharp sword lights flew down, and no one dared to block them wherever they passed.

When each evil cultivator saw this sword light and wanted to avoid it, it was already too late. For a while, the evil cultivators screamed and wailed all over the ground, and countless evil cultivators fled.

The Eternal Night Evil Sect was all shocked.

He actually took action!

Suddenly, the evil cultivators of the Night Evil Sect were all furious and summoned magical formations to stop Ye Wudao.

In an instant, light flashed between the sky and the earth, countless formations were activated, and countless magical powers attacked Ye Wudao. Their purpose was only to hold Ye Wudao back.

For Ye Wudao, these offensives were not powerful, but they still caused him a lot of trouble. He had to use his powerful spiritual thoughts to defend against killing moves from all directions.

There is also a sect-protecting formation that has been activated, and it is continuously erupting with powerful avenue energy, constantly harassing him.

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out. Ye Wudao seemed to be doing well, but in fact he was also affected a lot. With the sect's formation completely opened, the battle is now becoming more and more difficult.

It's not because Ye Wudao can't solve the formation and these eternal cultivators, but because there are so many of them, if the young man in black robe appears, it will be really disadvantageous for him.

Ye Wudao's face was indifferent, and he slowly pushed forward, blocking all these fierce attacks.

He could hear some living creatures, looking at him as if looking at gods and hope, constantly shouting and crying.