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Xiao Hei's body returned to its previous size, and it was burnt and smelly, with few feathers left. It fell straight into the mud and water, and was completely dead.

Without Xiao Hei's protection, rain and lightning fell again. Shi Feng lay on the ground, shouting, "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei..."

But Xiao Hei did not respond.

Long Er was hit by the monster's claws more than a dozen times, leaning against the stone wall, his skin torn and blood all over his body.

Qin Bing's Star Sword flew out of her hand and flew far away. She was hit by the monster three times, breaking several ribs, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Looking at the white-eyed purple thunder beast again, it was staggering, and it seemed that it couldn't even stand steadily. The situation was also extremely bad.

Mo Chou issued orders one after another, asking the monster to kill Shi Feng and others.

However, the monster staggered like a drunk, and finally disappeared in a flash.

It turned out that it was also seriously injured and could no longer support itself, and automatically retreated to the Eye of the Earth Demon.

There was a big battle in the valley, and now everyone was lying down with serious injuries, unable to move.

Among the crowd, Mo Laoguai had the highest cultivation level and was the first to recover some strength. Although he could not stand up, he could barely crawl.

At this moment, he was most worried that the ban would be broken, his breath would be exposed, and the people from Taiji Sect would come to reinforce after hearing the news.

Therefore, he did not care about killing Shi Feng again, dragging his tired and heavy body, crawling towards the teleportation array little by little. As long as he escaped with his life, it would not be too late for a gentleman to take revenge ten years later!

What Mo Laoguai did not know was that Xuan Yi and others had no time to take care of this place at this time, because the fierce battle in the Patriarch Hall was in full swing.

The two sides fought desperately, and the monks of the Demon Puppet Sect sacrificed all the puppets, and there were thousands of them in black.

Among them was a two-headed lion-tiger beast, which was seventeen or eighteen feet tall, like a hill, and the most ferocious and terrifying.

Its strength was only a hair's breadth away from the demon ancestor, and it was a puppet that Chen Wu had secretly cultivated for two hundred years.

As soon as the monster came out, it crushed two Taiji disciples with one foot, and then rushed into the crowd, swinging its two bloody mouths together, biting seven or eight disciples to death immediately.

On the Taiji side, even the flying sword of the Jindan cultivator could not pierce the skin of the lion-tiger beast.

Fortunately, Taiji brought almost all of its possessions with it, including the magic weapons left by the previous masters and elders, high-level spiritual talismans, etc.

For a time, the Ten Heavens and Earth Seals of Yantai Ridge, the Milky Way Nine Heavens Talisman of Huiyan Peak, the Red Flame Lock of Huiyan Peak, the Seven-Qiao Linglong Tower of Tiejian Peak, and the Spinosaurus Talisman of Diecui Peak all took action.

Both sides used their best skills, and even if there was a torrential rain on the top of the Demon Statue Mountain, it could not stop the collision of the two spirits and demons in the sky. There were continuous explosions and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.

Both sides fought to the death. Although the Demon Puppet Sect had the advantage of terrain, the incident happened in a hurry and they were not prepared. What was worse was that its leader, Old Monster Mo, was not in the ancestral hall, and Feng Er, who was in charge of the war, died early in the battle. Many powerful treasures of the sect could not be taken out at all.

The ancestor Huang Yan of Taiji Sect died decades ago, and all the treasures of the sect were in the hands of the head of the sect. The surprise attack on the Demon Statue Mountain took three months of careful preparation.

After an hour of fierce fighting, thousands of puppets on the top of the mountain were killed, and the giant beast, the two-headed lion-tiger monster, was also killed by Xuan Yi, Jing Xu, and Chi Li, the three heads.

Without the support of the puppets, the restrictions of the ancestral hall were finally broken.

In the hall, there were still more than a thousand disciples of the Demon Puppet Sect, but there were only seven Jindan masters, including Chen Wu and Yuan Ba.

On the contrary, in addition to the three chairmen, Taiji Sect also had a group of Jindan masters such as Li Qingshi, Liuyunzi, Mu Qing, Zhao Heihu, Mieqing, Feng Xianzi, and Lieyangzi.

In addition, Taiji Sect also had the two killing weapons, Red Dragon Fury and Seven Star Bone Penetrating Needle, and with the momentum of rainbow, it completely crushed the Demon Puppet Sect.

Soon Chen Wu was killed by the three chairmen with a sword formation, Yuan Ba ​​was injured by the Seven Star Bone Penetrating Needle, and then was stabbed to death by Li Qingshi, Liuyunzi, and Mu Qing Taoist. The Demon Puppet Sect completely collapsed, and everyone fled and looked for places to hide.

The hatred accumulated for thousands of years and the resentment of fighting for several hours all broke out at once.

Taoist Xuanyi shouted loudly, "Evil demons, don't spare a single one, kill!"

The eyes of all the Taiji Sect monks were red, and many of their relatives, friends, teachers and friends died at the hands of the Demon Puppet Sect, and some even had their families destroyed.

At this moment, with the order of the headmaster, they immediately swarmed up and killed everyone they met. The entire ancestral hall was completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

Mo Da supported the four-wheeled wheelchair and ran out with the chaotic crowd. As soon as he ran to the square, a Taiji disciple soon caught up and kicked the four-wheeled wheelchair over.

Mo Da immediately fell down and fell on the cold stone slab.

It was raining heavily and the stone slab was slippery. Poor Mo Da, although his realm was Jindan, he could not use any magic power. His legs were disabled and he could only struggle and crawl on the stone slab with his hands.

Seeing that he was Jindan, several Taiji monks rushed over together. First, one of them thrust his sword into Mo Da's back, and then the swords crossed, his lower abdomen, left ribs, chest...

Mo Da screamed shrilly, and before he finished screaming, several swords were chopped down. He opened his eyes wide, his head slowly drooped, and he was silent.

In a side hall, a young man in the clothes of the Demon Puppet Sect knelt at the door, kowtowed and shouted, "Mercy! Mercy! I am an outer disciple, I have no magic power, I only fetch water and cook on weekdays, please spare my life..."

Four Taiji Sect monks rushed into the side hall and searched around. One of them reported loudly, "There are no demon cubs inside."

The leader in front nodded, "Let's go to the next place!" He quickly passed by the young man who was kowtowing for mercy and ignored him.

The young man was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much, so much..." Before he could finish his words, a second Tai Chi Sect disciple ran over and raised a sword, knocking over the outer disciple who was kowtowing to himself. The people behind him followed. After adding a sword, the outer disciple's begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and the body fell down.

The rainstorm was so rapid that water soon accumulated in the square in front of the Patriarch's Hall and formed a stream, flowing down from the end of the stone platform.

It's just that what flows down is not clear water, but dark red blood! The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and screams and howls resounded. Even with such strong winds and heavy rain, they could not be swept away or washed away.

"Master, the entire Patriarch Hall has been searched, but we can't find Monster Mo!" Master Li Qing ran over and reported loudly.

Xuandao stood at the door of the hall with his sword in hand. The heavy rain soaked him completely, "What? Didn't you find Monster Mo?"

Xuan Yi's face suddenly darkened. Old Monster Mo was the ancestor of Yuanying. If he was let go, even if he killed all the Demon Puppet Sect today, it would still be of no avail.

Given time, everyone in the Tai Chi Sect will die one by one from Monster Mo's revenge.

"Look again! Monster Mo has clearly teleported here, how can he not find it?" Xuan Dao shouted.

Chili Taoist on the side reminded, "Brother, I heard that Old Monster Mo has a space magic weapon in his hand, called the Eye of the Earth Demon. He was seriously injured and may be hiding in there to recuperate.

As for the Earth Demon Eye, it is only about the size of a teacup. It can be difficult to find even if it is stuffed into the cracks of any wall. "

Xuan Dao gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qing, demolish the entire Patriarch Hall, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you still have to dig him out."

"yes!"

In the main hall of the Patriarch Hall, there are two rows of tall and majestic stone statues, depicting the twelve demon gods. In the middle is the founder of the Mo family's founding sect. In the side hall are wooden statues and tablets of the sect leaders of the past generations.

At this moment, all the stone statues were pushed down, the wooden statues and god cards were piled together, and Master Miuqing led his people to release the red dragon's wrath.

There was no rain in the house, and since the Patriarch's Hall was originally a wooden structure, flames quickly erupted.

A group of Burning Heaven Peak disciples kept raising the Red Dragon Fury and spitting out flames.

The red dragon's wrath was an earthly fire that could not be extinguished even by rainwater. The fire was so powerful that in a matter of seconds, the entire Patriarch's Hall was burned to the core.

This large family that had been entrenched in the Yan land for more than two thousand years was reduced to scorched earth in one day!