My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

"Brush brush..."

Skeleton Tianlin turned into a black shadow and quickly shuttled in mid-air. Wherever he passed, all the magic cultivators in the vision realm or the ten thousand law realm were imprisoned in the void.

When the shadow disappeared, all those magic cultivators were blown up in mid-air.

Ye Chen could naturally mobilize more dead objects to fight the enemy, but that would easily remind people of the riots of dead objects in Xuantian Holy Land, which was not very stable.

This skeleton at the peak of the power realm is enough to entangle several demon emperors from the Gorefiend Sect, and there is no need to use too many dead objects.

In addition, most people will only think of some kind of magic power or secret method, so that the risk of exposure can be minimized, and they can be stabilized.

Shang Wuqing, Meng Jiuxiao, Cangqing Demon Emperor, and Qingli Demon Emperor all fled to the outside of the Scarlet Hall and hid in the air far away, with dozens of vision realm demon cultivators around them.

Seeing Skeleton Tianlin slaughtering the Gorefiend disciples, all of them looked gloomy.

Shang ruthlessly gritted his teeth and said, "What happened to Uncle Tianlin? Why didn't he deal with the people of Xuantian Holy Land, but instead he kept slaughtering our Gorefiend disciples?"

Cangqing Demon Sovereign said faintly: "Did you do something excessive to it? Otherwise, how could he still be so angry with you after he died?"

"What nonsense!"

Shang Wuqing reprimanded it categorically, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, could it be because I stole all the buried treasures of my uncle back then?

Why didn't Shishu bother me back then, and came out again after three hundred years?

Meng Jiuxiao said with a gloomy face: "We must find a way to stop it, otherwise, our disciple of the rudder will be slaughtered by it!"

"brush!"

At this time, many disciples of Xuantian Holy Land rushed out of the blood-colored hall, and there was a phantom of a fire dragon around everyone.

Everyone in the Xuantian Holy Land once again appeared under the blue sky and daylight, and they all felt as if they had passed away.

This is a huge valley. The cliffs on both sides are dozens of miles apart. A clear river flows through it. The ancient trees by the river cover the sky and the sun. The whole valley is covered with mist, and the environment is quiet and beautiful.

"Wow!"

Chi Yanfeng advocated a mouthful of blood, and the fire dragons dissipated in midair uncontrollably.

He had just stopped Shang Wuqing and Meng Jiuxiao alone, and was attacked by the other two demon emperors. Before it was removed, the people from Xuantian Holy Land were forcibly taken out at this time, and the injury was serious again.

"Shen Fengzhu!"

Saintess Xuantian exclaimed, holding Chiyan Peak Master with divine power, and stuffing a crystal-clear elixir into Chiyan Peak Master's mouth.

Peak Master Chiyan's breath quickly stabilized, the blood poison at the wound on his back was slowly dissipating, and he said solemnly: "Don't worry about me, taking advantage of the old demon head of the Gorefiend Sect to deceive the corpse, the opportunity is rare, let's go!"

Saintess Xuantian glanced around and said categorically, "Go!"

After speaking, Saintess Xuantian once again displayed the vision of the splendid mountains and rivers, avoiding the area where the four demon emperors were located, and the Crescent Blade Spirit Treasure opened the way and rushed towards the periphery first.

"Where to go?"

Meng Jiuxiao burst into a drink, and her figure flashed to the front of the Saintess Xuantian, behind which appeared a vision of a devil's prison where a group of demons danced wildly, shrouded in the Saintess Xuantian.

"Hey!"

The black shadow flashed, and the skeleton Tianlin rushed over, with gray-white ghosts looming around him, tearing Meng Jiuxiao's demonic prison vision into the air with his bare hands.

Meng Jiuxiao groaned, quickly retreated into the distance, and roared angrily: "The guy from Xuantian Holy Land is going to escape! If you don't think of a way to stop Uncle Tianlin, this action will fall short!"

Shang Wuqing bowed his hands to the Cang Qing Demon Emperor, and said solemnly, "I can't delay any longer,

Also ask Cang Qing Demon Emperor to help me! The two of us temporarily stopped Uncle Tianlin! Let Demon King Jiuxiao and Demon King Qingli deal with these people in Xuantian Holy Land first! "

After saying this, Shang Wuqing held the blood-colored whisk and waved it suddenly towards the Skeleton Tianlin. The blood of the whiskers grew in the wind, turning into thousands of blood dragons in the blink of an eye, covering the area where the Skeleton Tianlin was located. .

"boom!"

With a huge roaring sound, thousands of blood dragons exploded, most of the bloodshots of the blood-colored whisk were bombarded, and the skeleton Tianlin appeared in the void again.

"I'll help you!"

The Cangqing Demon Emperor shouted loudly, raised his hand and sacrificed a magic tower. The magic tower is divided into nine floors, and each floor is guarded by a magic dragon, which seems to be able to imprison the heavens and the earth, covering the skeleton Tianlin.

"boom!"

Skeleton Tianlin was hardly affected. He avoided the ban of the magic tower very quickly, slapped the magic tower flying, the brilliance on the magic tower flickered for a while, and the face of the blue demon emperor was also a little pale.

"Hurry up!"

Meng Jiuxiao let out a deep drink, and taking advantage of the opportunity that the Skeleton Tianlin was temporarily entangled by the two demon emperors, he sacrificed a bloody demon cauldron. The Peak Master and Saintess Xuantian shrouded them.

Lingbao, the blood-turning magic cauldron!

Chiyan Peak Master offered the Fire Dragon Sword, Xuantian Saintess offered the Crescent Blade, and fought with Meng Jiuxiao.

"brush!"

Qingli Demon Emperor sacrificed a bloodshot skull, which rose hundreds of feet in the face of the storm, and opened his mouth to spray a large gray-green poisonous mist at the crowd, exuding a rotten corpse stench.

Peak Master Chiyan and Saintess Xuantian were extremely anxious, desperately trying to rush over to face the Qingli Demon Emperor, but were entangled by Meng Jiuxiao.

They know that with the cultivation base of the remaining disciples, it is impossible to accept this kind of attack from the Qingli Demon Emperor.

"Fight!"

A few elders with white hair and beard sprouted the will of life and death in their eyes, burning the divine power in their bodies, sacrificing all kinds of magic weapons, and rushed towards the billowing poisonous mist.

"Chong!"

Right at this moment, a loud cry of the immortal phoenix resounded through the sky, piercing through gold and cracking stones, and forcibly scattered the clouds in the sky.

A magnificent and dreamy fairy phoenix appeared out of thin air, about ten feet in size, each feather seemed to be condensed from the runes of the avenue, exuding an indescribable rhythm, burning the void into nothingness. .

Immortal Phoenix opened its mouth and spewed out a flame, exuding a terrifying high temperature. Nearly a hundred meters of river water in the nearby river was directly evaporated, and the water vapor was hazy, like a fairyland.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the woman on the back of Xianhuang. The figure was exquisite, wearing a purple dress, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her clear eyes contained endless spiritual energy, like a fairy. Dust does not stain the fireworks of the world.

"Zi Menghan?"

A stunned look flashed in the eyes of Saintess Xuantian, her face full of disbelief.

When Zi Menghan worshipped in the Xuantian Holy Land, it was the ceremony she personally presided over. She naturally knew that Zi Menghan's physique was a congenital waste.

Now, Zi Menghan can even block the powerful attack, when did she become so powerful?