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The cultivators on the field could not figure out where the demon king was, and most of them attacked randomly, seemingly aggressively, but in fact in vain.

Only Tie Zhan, Tu Er, Huo Shi, Baili Pingye, and Gu Haoyang, a few top masters, could sense the demon king's position, but they were always half a beat slower and could not hit the demon king.

Although Shi Feng's spiritual sense was powerful, it was also inferior. Only the white fox who practiced the ancient divine mind technique could reveal the whereabouts of the demon king.

The magic weapons of the crowd could not touch the demon king's sleeves, and every time the demon king attacked, a cultivator was captured by him.

Without exception, the captured people were sealed by the demon king with heavy methods, and then thrown on the stone door in the west. He seemed to enjoy the enemy's screams and the painful twists before death.

After four cultivators were burned to ashes in succession, the heroes were already in a panic.

Many people no longer attacked the demon king, but withdrew their magic weapons and tried their best to protect themselves.

Some people even looked around, trying to escape back to Longji Ridge from the cave they had entered earlier.

Gu Haoyang looked at Lei Yitong, "Mr. Lei, the demon king is too fast and elusive. If we can't see his figure clearly, we can't resist him. I know Brother Lei has a treasure..."

Lei Yitong had no expression on his face and said nothing.

Gu Haoyang transmitted a few more words, as if he had promised something, and Lei Yitong showed a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

He reached into his storage bag, took out a folding fan, and opened it.

On the fan, a woman leaned against the building with her chin in her hands, as if she was missing her lover far away.

In front of the building faced a small river, and the river bank was full of willow trees. It was early spring, and willow catkins were flying.

Lei Yitong looked solemn, chanting a spell in his mouth, and the magic power in his hand continued to pour into the fan.

The spell was very long, and it had not been finished after more than ten breaths.

The demon king saw all this, and he was afraid. He flashed and rushed over.

Lei Yitong was startled and hurriedly retreated.

Although he could sense the demon king's movements, the demon king was too fast and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Lei Yitong was in time, so he pushed with his left hand and shouted, "Stop him!" He pushed Lei Qiao who was beside him.

"Young Master..." Lei Qiao screamed, stumbling towards the demon king. Seeing that the demon king was right in front of him, he had to raise his axe and chop it down.

The demon king gave way, and his left hand grabbed Lei Qiao's left shoulder, with force penetrating his fingertips.

Lei Qiao felt numb all over his body, and he couldn't raise a trace of magic power. The axe fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, Huoshi's demon sword, Gu Haoyang's sword and seven or eight other magic weapons had chased him.

The demon king waved his right hand, and the ice blade claw blocked all the magic weapons. At the same time, he swung his left hand, and Lei Qiao's huge body flew up and landed on the evil ghost stone gate.

Amid screams, Lei Qiao gradually disappeared in the torture of burning.

Lei Yitong's face was ashen, but at this time he finally finished reciting the spell, waved his right hand, and those willow catkins flew out from the fan, floating and swaying, rushing towards the demon king.

The demon king looked at it intently, and the willow catkins flickered, clearly formed by the extremely pure power of thunder and lightning.

The demon king slapped it with his palm, and the willow catkins scattered.

However, the willow catkins did not disappear. After the palm wind, they flew back again.

The demon king snorted coldly, and his body flashed away, but the willow catkins seemed to stick to him and moved quickly.

Gu Haoyang shouted loudly, "Everyone, look at the thunderclouds and flying catkins, which is the trajectory of the demon king's movement."

Han Shejun was shocked to see the thunderclouds and flying catkins rushing towards him, and he squatted down hurriedly and sank into the ground.

He was proficient in various escape techniques, including the stone escape technique. The hard stone under his feet was like nothing to him.

The next moment, the figure of the demon king appeared, and his face was gloomy. This was the first time he failed.

The speed of appearing and disappearing was the key to his victory. If his whereabouts were locked, the demon king's magical power would be greatly reduced.

The demon king's expression sank, and he slashed at the thunderclouds and flying catkins with another palm.

However, the thunderclouds and flying catkins seemed to have no power at all. When the palm wind hit, they flew in all directions. After the palm wind passed, they gathered together again.

The demon king was furious, and his figure flashed, rushing straight towards Lei Yitong. This thundercloud flying catkins was cast by him. If he killed the master, the spell would naturally disappear.

Lei Yitong gritted his teeth, a flash of lightning flashed, and he held a gem in his hand, and the whole person disappeared.

"Thunder escape technique!" Someone whispered softly, this is the fastest of all escape techniques.

Sure enough, although the demon king's cultivation is much higher than the other party, he can't catch up with Lei Yitong who uses the magic weapon to perform the thunder escape technique.

The demon king had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed a human cultivator next to him, and then threw him hard.

This person is the Chen cultivator of the Nine Infants Sect, whose full name is Chen Lingwei.

He was originally a master of the late Jindan stage, but in the illusion, he accidentally overheard the conversation of the demon clan and was discovered and injured by Tie Zhan. His injuries have not healed to this day.

Lei Yitong is very cunning. He avoided the demon king's pursuit, not running to an open place, but deliberately running into the crowd, intending to let others help him resist the demon king.

As a result, this time he escaped to Chen Lingwei's side.

Chen Lingwei was caught off guard by the demon king's shoulder. He felt his upper body go numb, and the demon king's strength penetrated into his meridians, and his body could no longer move.

As the demon king waved his arm, Chen Lingwei screamed, flew up, and fell towards the evil ghost stone gate. But according to the old rules, he was going to burn him to death.

Chen Lingwei couldn't struggle, and watched his body fly across the sky.

Suddenly, a person next to him jumped over and reached out to catch Chen Lingwei.

The one who attacked was Shi Feng. He could not withstand the power of the demon king and retreated five or six steps before he could stand firm.

Chen Lingwei went around the gates of hell and saved his life. He said repeatedly, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shi! Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shi!"

"You're welcome!" Shi Feng patted his shoulder and sent a stream of magic power into him. Chen Lingwei felt that the numbness in his meridians was greatly relieved.

In the black tortoise bone, the horned dragon curled its lips, "At this time, you still have the heart to be chivalrous?"

Shi Feng said in a deep voice, "It's not chivalrous. At this moment, everyone must stick together. One less person means less strength."

"Eyes!" The white fox screamed suddenly.

Shi Feng didn't think about it and hurriedly raised his arms to protect his eyes.

"Dang", he retreated three steps.

"Throat!" "Back of the head!" Left ear!

The demon king knew that Shi Feng was wearing armor and only his head was exposed, so every move was aimed at Shi Feng's head.

Shi Feng had a sword, but he had no time to attack. He could only use his arms to block and parry.

Feng Qitong, Xiao Hulu and others saw the demon king chasing Shi Feng, and they surrounded him and tried to force the demon king to retreat.

However, the demon king was too fast. Within three breaths, he attacked more than ten times. Shi Feng tried his best to parry, but he couldn't bear the opponent's strength and retreated more than twenty steps.

"Wrist!" White Fox shouted.

"What?" Shi Feng was stunned.

He was focused on protecting his head, and didn't expect the demon king to attack his wrist instead, so he tried to retract his hand.

However, it was too late. Shi Feng felt his left wrist tightened and was caught by the demon king.

Then a strong force came, and his meridians were numb.

The demon king kicked out, and Shi Feng had retreated more than twenty steps before, and was only four or five feet away from the evil ghost stone gate in the west.

When the demon king kicked over, Shi Feng flew out and hit the stone gate heavily.

With a scream, Shi Feng's coat immediately began to smoke.

Feng Qitong screamed, "Brother Shi!" She rushed forward without hesitation to pull Shi Feng out.

Suddenly, Gong Wuji shouted, "Be careful!" He pushed Feng Qitong and knocked her a few steps away. A strong wind brushed Feng Qitong's ears and cut off a few strands of her hair.

At this time, a whip shadow flashed and wrapped around Shi Feng's left leg. It was Yaoxing who was swinging the whip to pull Shi Feng out.

However, before Yaoxing's magic power was exhausted, the demon king waved his hand and Yaoxing's long whip was broken into two pieces.

With this delay, Shi Feng screamed loudly and his body gradually melted away.

"No!" Feng Qitong screamed in grief, and tears could not help but burst out.