The silkworm demon has bright eyes and white teeth, covered her lips with plain hands, and burst into laughter with pleasure. Her enchanting figure stands in the void, and her heroic posture is like an independent female war fairy in the world.

"For the sake of Sang Jun, the great way does not exist, killing all the people, and going against the will of heaven?"

The fiery red treasure mirror is made of bright light, and the slender body of the soul stepped into the mirror in one step. The man and the magic weapon are combined into one, and said coldly: "By your mere cultivation, you dare to say that you are against the will of heaven and change your destiny, a joke."

Within a radius of more than ten miles, the power of the sun was swept across the sky. In a trance, the sky was darkened at this moment, the plants and trees were dim, and the snow and water were evaporated.

A blazing white light fell from the sky, like a white rainbow bridge connecting the sky and the earth, wrapped in countless sun powers and pointed directly at the mulberry tree below.

The other two soul bodies, one is tall and full of flames, and the golden spear in his hand is thrown out again. The other is dancing wildly with a long hair, and the soul-suppressing bell above his head makes a rapid ringtone sound, and circles of ripples push out horizontally.

"You have to fight hard? No one can leave today." The silkworm demon laughed constantly, and countless silks turned into spring breeze and drizzle, everywhere.

As before, she had to resist the attack of the three people. Now that the formation has just started, it takes a certain amount of time to fully launch, she must win this time.

Within a range of more than ten miles, the temperature soared. The cultivators below felt hot all over. The three Yang God Lords were in a state of rage. It was really painful for them to be blocked here.

"With the sealing formation, we will run away quickly. This is a trap set by the banshee." Everyone immediately discovered something was wrong, and the sky darkened at some point.

The blue sky and white clouds are without a trace, replaced by a layer of gray and white evil spirit. The rolling evil spirit spreads out, connecting the sky and the earth, covering dozens of miles in a radius.

"The formation has been closed again, saying, "Old mother, we can't go out."

"Everyone will go back and cut down the mulberry tree together. Don't let the evil beast do what it wants even if you die." After most monks found that they were inseparable from escaping, they couldn't help but turn to kill the mulberry tree at the center.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the Demon Cultivation Sect accounted for most of the more than 3,000 cultivators who dared to come here were mostly demon cultivators. They all started to be crazy, but their relatives refused to recognize them. Even their own father had to cut a few times. Now their lives were almost gone and they suddenly fell into a madness.

At first glance, the crowd was divided into two groups, and a few less than 500 people bombarded the formation at the edge. The monks who were close to three thousand were like a group of crazy mad cows, shaking the ground and gathering towards the center like a tide.

"Bold." With a delicate shout, a large ball of sun fire spirit fell from the sky.

The high temperature in the valley was filled with heat, and the monks rushing forward were sweating profusely, facing a big fire spirit python, transforming out. Ye Xuan and others who were mixed in the crowd saw hundreds of mad cows in the blink of an eye and were wiped out.

Unlike before, the cultivators who turned into ashes were gone this time, but their souls were still there. There was an invisible force in the formation. The souls of hundreds of monks were pulled by this and sank into the ground in a blink of an eye.

"A group of two brutes." Ye Xuan was stunned and saw the madness of the demons dancing wildly, like a group of ants, who went one after another and killed the fire spirit python.

Dozens of cultivators from the out-of-body realm also stood up at this moment, controlled the magic weapon and flew into the air, scattered, and looked for opportunities to attack the mulberry trees.

"The banshee is seriously injured, and the three lords will definitely kill this monster. Everyone should work harder." An old monk from the out-of-body realm used his cultivation level and his voice spread to all directions.

Ye Xuan looked up and saw that there were indeed drops of silver blood falling from the sky. In order to protect the mulberry tree, the silkworm demon had to take the attacks of three gods, and had to distract himself from manipulating the fire spirit python to stop the footsteps of a group of ants.

The drops of silver demon blood were ignored. Before they could fall to the ground, they disappeared silently in the air. Ye Xuan's eyes twitched and the stone egg woke up.

"You need these demon blood?"

In the Vientiane Mirror, a positive response was heard from the stone egg, and at the same time, he asked Ye Xuan to take care of his life and quickly collect the spiritual spring to help it break out of its shell.

"My life is almost gone, what's the use of spiritual spring? Besides, people love each other, are they too immoral to kill other men?" Ye Xuan's eyes flashed, and he swept away the fire spirit python from the corner of his eyes. He approached the past, wouldn't he be seeking death?

"If you don't go, I will want you to die now, so I will change another host." The creatures inside the stone egg were furious.

The indifferent childish voice in the past became extremely annoyed. At such a critical moment, this guy was obviously afraid of death, and he had to find a high-sounding reason.

"Since you left Yinsha Sect, have you done few immoral things? Have you done a good thing?"

"I..." Ye Xuan was speechless and went out for several months. Thinking about it, he had never done a good thing.

His essence and blood were pulled away by the stone egg, which contained a wisp of soul. His life was pinched in the hands of the stone egg, and he had to take a risk.

"Master, don't go over." Meinu was furious. She followed Ye Xuan and noticed Ye Xuan's actions.

Monk Budu turned his head, looked at Ye Xuan, and said, "It is not the time to go now, everything is about life."

"Don't worry, I can't die." Ye Xuan squeezed forward with a bitter face.

A soft feeling came from his waist. The Meinu kept moving his arms gently around his waist, trying to pull him back. Ye Xuan frowned, turned around and glanced at him, his eyes full of worry were looking at him.

Ye Xuan waved his hand and the hero slave behind him disappeared. He was put into the Vientiane Mirror. After approaching the Spirit Spring, Ye Xuan's body overlapped for an instant.

The shouts of killing around shocked the sky. In just a moment, thousands of people had turned into ashes. All the people who came here were monks, their bodies turned into ashes, and their souls were pulled into the ground by invisible force.

"It's really a shame to collect thousands of souls of monks for a dead tree." Ye Xuan could only comfort himself, because what he wanted to do next seemed to be even more shameless.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Xuan was a hundred meters away from Lingquan and was barely stopped outside the protection of the Fire Spirit Python. However, in fact, Ye Xuan's body had already appeared on the banks of Lingquan.

The mirror is filled with water and moon. Ye Xuan in the eyes of others is like a layer of water curtains. What he sees is only his illusion. In the past few months, Ye Xuan has performed it himself, but it is just a few steps away.

Now that Shidanyu takes action, his body can appear a hundred meters away, and the spiritual liquid disappears rapidly in the first spiritual spring.

Although this change is silent, the spiritual spring disappears too quickly, less than half a stick of incense. The spiritual spring is dry, and a layer of spiritual crystal at the bottom of the pond is sucked and broken, leaving only a large pit several feet deep.

One of the three spiritual vortexes was missing at once, which attracted the attention of the people in the sky. Some monks who were near the banks of the spiritual spring also discovered this.

"Rats are looking for death." With a angrily shout, the power of the rolling sun was like a waterfall, directly rushing towards the dry pit.

"Ahhh..." The power of the sun was mixed with fire spirits, and dozens of Qi-training monks near the Lingquan, along with two out-of-body cultivators, were all attacked and their bodies turned into ashes.
Chapter completed!