When the huge inner demon beast burst out, Murong Feiyu, who was far away in the depths of the black wood forest, was commanding many immortals to operate formations to attack the castle's defensive barrier.

"Bang bang bang!"

One after another, destructive offensives broke out, and the castle defense barrier flashed rapidly, making an overwhelming "buzz" sound.

It was almost successful, and the heroic Murong Feiyu stood in the air, but suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master!"

The guard beside him was shocked and hurriedly supported him.

This sudden change made everyone present silent. The immortals who were urging the formation to use a high frequency to attack the castle barrier also slowed down their pace, but because the attack slowed down, the castle barrier gave time to repair itself.

I saw the ancient castle barrier suddenly burst into light, and the light shield, which was already covered with spider cracks, began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye. When everyone came to their senses, the ancient castle's defensive barrier had recovered as before.

"puff!"

Murong Feiyu's eyes were about to break, and he was furious and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood: "Don't stop! Keep attacking!"

"Father... King, my nephew helps you down and rest."

Yan Chitian took the opportunity to please him and helped him land in the tent on the ground.

It is said that blessings are unparalleled, but disasters never come alone. As soon as these two men entered the tent, someone came to report: "King, Ye Wushuang led an army of 30,000 immortals to come quickly. In less than an hour, he could reach the front camp where we were stationed."

"I get it, go down."

Murong Feiyu seemed not surprised, but his face was gloomy and terrifying.

After the spy left, Yan Chitian stepped back, showed concern, and asked in a low voice: "Father, you just now..." Murong Feiyu waved his hand, with a very unwilling face, and sighed: "That crazy woman Mengchan is really amazing!"

After saying that, he said again: "My injuries have not recovered. Ye Wushuang and the others are in full swing. It is not advisable to confront them head-on at this moment... Alas! Make preparations early."

"Father, what do you mean?"

Yan Chitian asked tentatively.

“Retreat.”

Murong Feiyu shook his head helplessly.

"The people in Yucheng have basically surrendered to Ye Wushuang. Father, where can we retreat?"

Yan Chi Tianwen.

"I have my own arrangements, you can go and prepare."

Murong Feiyu said in a deep voice, and it could be seen that he was resentful but full of helplessness at this moment.

Yan Chitian's eyes flashed slightly, pretending to execute the order. As soon as he raised his foot, he turned his head back and spoke respectfully: "I really want to retreat?"

"Go quickly!"

Murong Feiyu waved impatiently.

Yan Chitian smiled honestly, reached out and a drop of red liquid with anger in his palm: "Please look, Father."

Murong Feiyu's face was shocked, and without thinking, he sucked it hard, swallowed it into his mouth, and turned to close his eyes and calmly, as if an old monk had entered into meditation. After ten breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like stars and chaotic, deep and boundless! His whole person also swept away the decadent aura and became taller.

"Ha ha!"

Murong Feiyu laughed proudly.

"Congratulations to the King for his recovery from his injuries."

Yan Chitian deliberately spoke loudly, so that everyone could hear it. This move was to calm the morale of the army, and also to force Murong Feiyu to stay and fight Ye Wushuang. After all, his injuries were healed, and he still retreated?

That would make people laugh.

"Um!"

Murong Feiyu nodded slowly, as if he was not disgusted with Yan Chitian's move, but just looked at him in confusion. Waiting for him to explain why the Tianling Fox Clan had not taken out the blood of his heart earlier?

Take it out at this critical moment, and your heart is punished! "Don't worry, your birthday banquet is coming soon. My nephew originally planned to use it as a gift to surprise you! But I didn't expect Ye Wushuang to be despicable and shameless, bully others with his power and dig his own grave. My nephew had to give you this drop of blood in advance."

Yan Chitian said.

"Well... it's hard for you to have this filial piety!"

Murong Feiyu's injuries were healed and he was in a good mood, so he naturally did not investigate it. After saying that, he seemed to say unintentionally, "But it's a pity that the secret injury has been lurking for a long time, and it hurts a little foundation. If he could get another drop of blood from the Tianling Fox Clan's heart."

"The Tianling Fox Clan was extinct 100,000 years ago, and it is really difficult to get it. My nephew is incompetent, so please punish the king."

Yan Chitian said respectfully.

Murong Feiyu patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "How could I blame you? You made great contributions! I know you are interested in Lu Ling, and I will wait until Ye Wushuang is solved." Murong Feiyu lowered his voice: "Leave a mark of depriving her for your father and reward her."

"Thank you, Father."

Yan Chitian was secretly happy.

...In the castle, Situ Qianxiu and the other three had already stopped mining magic stones because the barrier was about to be broken.

However, at a critical moment, they felt that the opponent's offensive slowed down, and they were happy, so the matter was left unresolved.

On the other side, Ye Wushuang was leading the large army to advance quickly. After an hour, he finally exchanged fire with Murong Feiyu.

Both sides knew very well that there was nothing to say, and it was impossible to be good. Either you die or I live, so there was no need to talk nonsense and start fighting when we met.

The strong immortals fought each other, and the fairies and spirits attacked each other in groups.

As the leader, he will fight against the enemy leader, Ye Wushuang's opponent is Murong Feiyu.

This person is very strong, his injuries are healed, his quasi-emperor's cultivation level, and he also has a pair of star pupil eyes. The pressure emitted by these eyes seems to be stronger than that of purple pupils.

Ye Wushuang had almost no advantage when he met this person. Once the two fought, he was at a disadvantage. He was suppressed repeatedly. If it weren't for his strong body and various unsuccessful means of defiance, he might have been solved in one encounter.

But there was no way, he had to hold on and buy time for Lu Ling.

"Ye Wushuang, just rely on your cultivation level of the first level of the immortal spirit, why should you fight against this emperor!"

Murong Feiyu stood in the air, his robe flew, and punched a huge spiritual fist from the air.

The fist contains unimaginable power and has not yet arrived, but the momentum it emits can lock people directly, unable to avoid them, and can only resist.

"Bang!"

Ye Wushuang suddenly swung the time and space divine ruler, and the ruler quickly expanded, and in a blink of an eye it became the same size as the fist that Murong Feiyu made. When the two collided, they made a shocking sound.

It is almost impossible for the first level of the fairy to defeat Murong Feiyu, who has the eighth level of the fairy to cultivate, but Ye Wushuang's time and space ruler contains the power of time and space, which can reduce the opponent's offensive to a certain extent.

Secondly, Ye Wushuang also realized a trace of the power of the law when he descended to hell.

By practicing at this point, he became more and more proficient in the laws and powers of the Nine Nether Hell.

Especially when he decided to confront the sky, Ye Wushuang further understood the laws of the Nine Nether Hell.
Chapter completed!