Seeing that the expression of the Demon Lord Zhangyi's expression became increasingly ugly, the Demon Lord Hunting and Demon Lord Shuliang also had some conspiracy in their hearts. It seemed that the God of Noling was right.

Xu Ruoguang pulled Gu Xiu and moved to Dao Xiu quietly. Gu Xiu knew in his heart that the other cultivators had not reacted yet, but Yu Liuli seemed to have guessed that she had already taken a group of disciples from the Sencheng City Lord's Mansion to move behind the wandering cultivator Bai Weng Daojun.

As for other cultivators who did not react, Gu Xiu looked at the Taoist cultivators of the Xuanshen period. Those people were their disciples and juniors, and they should be worried about it. However, the Xuanshen period predecessors are now just thinking about seeing the Nuoling God using the Yuan Tempering Pill to check the cup of spiritual tea left over by Xu Yan.

Seeing that the God of Nuoling did not move for a moment, someone urged him: "Fellow Daoist Nuoling, hurry up and use the Yuan Tempering Pill to check. This Yuan Tempering Pill is an ancient elixir recipe. We have only seen the elixir recipe, but have not seen the elixir. I saw the elixir today, and now I want to see if this elixir is as magical as recorded in ancient borrowings."

"Yes, yes, God Noling, check it quickly."

Someone immediately agreed.

"Fellow Daoist, please come and see it clearly."

The God of Nuoling reminded the Demon Lord Zhangyi who seemed a little stunned.

"Hmph, aren't you guilty? Fellow Taoist, you demon cultivators love fighting and killing. You should read more books on weekdays so that you won't be ignorant." The Lord Banya said half-comfort and half-mocking.

"Fellow Daoist, come quickly, come quickly." Someone urged.

The God of Wanyan and Xu Yanmo stared at the Demon Lord.

However, the three Demon Lord, the Demon Lord of Shou Xiu and the Demon Lord of Shuliang, who have always insisted on having a clear conscience, did not react immediately at this time.

"I said 1:00..."

A "bang" sound interrupted the impatient voice of the God Wanyan. A huge black light and shadow suddenly rose in the tent. The light and shadow were like a bamboo shoot, and even the air seemed to be pushed by it. Before the monks in the tent could react, the entire tent exploded with a "bang".

In an instant, the tent burst into pieces and then turned into powder in the air.

It was not just the tent that flew into the air and was exploded, but also about ten disciples in the Sanshen Stage, all of whom were cultivators who were standing closer to the demon cultivator.

As for the other cultivators of the Sand Stage True God Stage in the tent, although they were more or less injured, the Dao Cultivators of the Xuanshen Stage were not decorations. Even though they didn't know the devil's plan before, they were just a little stunned and immediately reacted, using various means to protect their juniors and disciples.

As for Gu Xiu and Xu Ruoguang, they used all the defensive measures they could use at the first time. In addition, the protection of Elder Tongji, the God of Nuoling, who had already expected such changes, naturally did not suffer any injuries.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..." Just as the crowd had just recovered from the attack of the demon cultivator, they heard the panic cry of God Wanyan.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the Lord Wanyan and Xu Yanmo. At this time, Xu Yanmo was no longer in human form. His limbs were gone, leaving only a bloody torso. His face had long been unrecognizable by the combined force of the Demon Lord and the other two. Apart from blood and minced meat, there was no need to find any facial features.

Gu Xiu didn't know how the God of Wanyan was sure that the torso that could not see the human figure clearly was Lord Xu, but I think she would not admit it wrong. The powerful cultivator of the Xuanshen Stage, Lord Hucheng, fell in this tragic way, which is very sad.

"Fellow Daoist Yan Mo's soul seems to have not been able to escape successfully and enter the Netherworld." At this time, Yan Yi, the lord of Lincheng City, suddenly sighed.

"Why is this?" Wu Ren Shen Lord was puzzled. The big move just now was that the poisonous creatures placed in the spirit tea could not escape the inspection of the Yuan Tempering Pill. Their tricks would be discovered immediately. Only in this way would the three of them work together to use this move, just to make the Xuanshen Dao Cultivator present have no time to react, force them to retreat, and buy time for themselves to escape.

At this time, the demon cultivators would not target Xu Yanmo's soul, and they did not have time to target him.

"It was the Lord of the Seal of the Lord." God Yan Yi said in a deep voice.

"Master Feng Ling? She only has the cultivation level of the early stage of the True God?" God Wu Nin said in surprise, and the others also looked at God Yan Yi with surprise. Even though Xu Yanmo lost all his breath at that time, he was a cultivator of the Xuan Shen period after all, and his soul power was still strong.

At this time, the God of God Banya said: "I just protected my disciples, and fellow Daoist Nuoling and fellow Daoist Child Ji also protected their own family members. The other fellow Daoist also thought of their younger generations or disciples at the first time, so when the demon cultivator attacked, they could not immediately reach out to fellow Daoist Yan Mo."

The Lord Banya cunningly shirked the responsibilities of himself and other monks in the Xuanshen stage, and then began to explain: "So when the three demon kings of Zhang Yi and the Demon Lord came together, fellow Taoist Yan Mo, who had lost all his breath, received no assistance, so he could only defend himself with the power of his consciousness.

Although his spiritual power is not weak, he is not a ghost cultivator who specializes in spiritual souls. Naturally, he cannot withstand the combined attack of the three Xuan Shen period demon cultivators. His spiritual sense was severely damaged. When he died, his spiritual soul escaped from his body in time. However, at this time, the spiritual power of fellow Taoist Yan Mo was already very weak.

When the seal master was taken onto the demon ship by the Cultivation Demon Lord, he took out something, ink-colored bell-shaped and gently shook it. Fellow Daoist Yan Mo's soul seemed to be sucked into the bell-shaped object without control.

Although I discovered it in time at that time, I did not have much attainment in the way of the soul. In that case, I really didn’t know how to save fellow Taoist Yan Mo.”

The Lord Banya sighed, "This time the demon cultivator is really too much. He plays with us and Taoist cultivators in his palms. It turns out that Taoism is different and they don't plan to do it."

In fact, the other monks who saw the monks who discovered it. They did not think of any effective way to save Xu Yanmo at that time. Some people did not want to save Xu Yanmo at all. Not to mention whether they could save it or not, the bell-shaped artifact that Feng Xue took out was really shocking, and it emitted a terrifying force, which made people shudder. So everyone was naturally worried that Xu Yanmo's soul had not been rescued yet, but they put themselves in again.

No one is willing to take this risk for Xu Yanmo.

Therefore, everyone agreed to the words of the Lord Banya and condemned the demon cultivators such as Zhang Yi Demon Lord.

"Hmph, the demon cultivator is too much. When I see them again, I don't need to say anything and start fighting."

"Yes, their demon cultivators are not worthy of sitting down with us and having a good talk."

"It's better to destroy the Demon City directly!"

...

I don’t know if it was because of guilt, guilt, or real anger, but several monks in the Xuanshen stage said one after another.
Chapter completed!