"I'm not here to help, but I'm waiting for the food?" At the critical moment of life and death, Wang Jiusi no longer cared about his image and started yelling in anger.

The people in Jianzhai were embarrassed, and Lou Guandao was still in dire straits, but they were greeting here, which was indeed a bit out of place. Zhenren Mingye touched his nose and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that Zhenren Jiusi can't wait! Everyone, I'll talk about it all the time, please don't keep your hand when you fight for life and death!"

As soon as the words were finished, everyone stepped forward with their swords.

You can't blame Wang Jiusi for being so angry. Lou Guandao was suffering heavy casualties at this moment. Although Wang Jiusi aroused everyone's morale, his morale could not be converted into combat power. As soon as more than a thousand cultivators of Lou Guandao came out of the Zhoutian Star Dou Tiangang Formation, they were immediately at an absolute disadvantage.

The corpse was thrown away like rain, screaming endlessly.

The demon king Wutian, whose injuries were healed, was so terrifying that his strength was far beyond everyone's imagination. During the last battle, Wang Jiusi summoned three golden armored gods with the Taiqing divine talisman, and the four of them worked together to entangle Wutian, making him have no time to take care of him.

Today, the Demon Emperor Wutian easily suppressed Wang Jiusi and could also withdraw from attacking others at any time. In just one cup of tea, Lou Guandao led four elders, including the Song Tingge, Du Qi, Zang Gou and Qingta.

At the same time, the two guest elders, Penglai Mountain people, were killed by the Saint King of White Elephant, and Master Yanxia fought alone in the Saint King of Purple Flame, and died in the battle. After the six people in Louguan Dao were killed, they became increasingly short of their limits, and it was only a matter of time before the group was destroyed.

The Shura people, including the Shura Master, just slaughtered those cultivators with weak cultivation, without any master's style. More than a thousand disciples died in a short time and went forward. In the Blood River Skylight, these disciples ran around like blinds and were easily bombarded by the Shura Master and others.

If Tangcheng had not broken the blood river sky curtain in time, the Louguan Dao, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, would have entered a countdown to the demise!

The old Taoist Wangyou and Wang Jiusi had a fight, so he naturally knew what level of this guy who had always been taciturn but was furious at this moment.

At this moment, the old Taoist saw that the Demon Emperor Wutian easily dealt with the joint attack of the three golden armored gods and Wang Jiusi, and had the ability to pay attention to their uninvited guests, so he was naturally surprised. As wary as he did, he naturally found this guy holding the long spear at the first time.

The old Taoist swordsmanship had already reached the point of being wise and clear. There was no need to make any moves. There was a flash of ripples in the air, and the invisible sword threads stabbed Wu Tian's vest.

But the Demon Emperor Wutian is not an ordinary person. As the old Taoist sword force came out, Wutian looked back suddenly and pointed the sword with the force of piercing through the universe on the slashing sword thread.

There was no earth-shaking roar, no colorful fireworks, the space around the sword threads and long spears hit were broken, and dark cracks were destroyed as they were born and destroyed.

The old Taoist's mind was shocked and floated three feet backwards; but the Demon Emperor Wutian did not look strange at all, obviously at ease.

In the first encounter, the old Taoist was half inferior!

"What a monster!"

The old Taoist Wangyou shouted and his eyes shone. Being able to meet an enemy with even strength or even strength exceeds that of his strength, the old Taoist Wangyou was so excited that he got up.

"Old Dao Wang, go do it!"

After only two moves of battle, the old Taoist felt that Wang Jiusi and the three golden armored gods were in trouble, and immediately couldn't help but scold them. Wang Jiusi was eager to save the life of his disciples, and immediately retreated after hearing this.

With a feint, Wang Jiusi got out of the battle situation and then looked around, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Kunwu Jianzhai had as many as twelve reinforcements this time. After meeting with Lou Guandao, he was already on par with the number of enemies in terms of high-end combat power.

Moreover, the strength of the Jianzhai monk is far superior to those of Lou Guandao, and he turned the entire battle situation upside down with one move. Except for the old Taoist Wangyou who fought fiercely with Wutian, Mingye Zhenren blocked the Shura Master, and Peng Xuansanren Zhenren fought against the Saint King of White Elephant. Apart from these powerful players, the rest of the people were no longer worried.

To be honest, although Wang Jiusi did not hate the demon clan very much, but he was gritted his teeth for the warriors of the Shura clan.

At the beginning of the battle, Shura Dharma Master and others slaughtered a large number of ordinary monks, and those Shura people who had not yet exploded were below, swallowing the bodies of Lou Guandao's disciples, extremely bloody.

At that time, Wang Jiusi was angry and resentful, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

It's different now. Wang Jiusi, who was freed up, first of all, was to eliminate these human-shaped beasts. It was not only to vent his anger, but also to protect the low-level disciples of Lou Guandao.

The future of a sect is not about how many primordial cultivators it has, but about whether there are enough disciples in his later generations. As long as there are enough disciples and practice step by step, there will naturally be a primordial cultivator. This is the confidence of being a major sect and Wang Jiusi's deep-rooted idea.

Not to mention that Wang Jiusi was ravaging the weak, let’s see how others performed.

As soon as Tang Cheng entered the battlefield, he saw Wuya, the culprit of all tragedies. Last time, Tang Cheng did not destroy this person's soul, so Tang Cheng did not feel abrupt about his appearance. Taking over the body was not a difficult task for them. However, Wuya's appearance did not change at all, and it still made Tang Cheng feel strange.

At the same time, Wuya is not dead and quite in line with Tang Cheng's wishes.

The ancients said: To relieve the hatred in the heart, the dull sword kills the enemy! But the confrontation between the cultivators of the soul has always been like light and lightning, and in an instant it is a separation of life and death. The so-called torture of the dull sword is simply beyond the reach of the beginning. But being able to kill the opponent's body again and again is another way to relieve hatred, isn't it?

They are already deeply hatred, and there is no need to say anything polite! Wuya, Tang Cheng and the other two had a slight collision, and a fire shone in the air.

Wuya snorted coldly, and the blade slashed straight down. A purple light flashed on the blade, and it instantly cut through the sky, and it had already hit Tang Cheng's figure.

Seeing this, Wuya was overjoyed! Since he hit the target, he had already won most of the battle.

His move was not an ordinary slash, but rather a power of law that triggered the middle-grade artifact itself - Reincarnation. The sword of the long sword reincarnation is carved with the pattern of the six paths of reincarnation, and this move of reincarnation is the manifestation of his ability.

Once the purple light hits the opponent, the enemy will be confused by the power of illusion and remain motionless. Wuya can naturally easily kill the opponent.

Among them, the Qingta True Man in Louguandao was attacked by Wuya while fighting against the Purple Flame Holy King, and died in great distress. Now, when he saw Tang Cheng being hit, he could hardly believe his good luck.

He was extremely looking forward to the scene where Tang Cheng surrendered at all, but he never thought that Tang Cheng would not be affected at all, vibrate the wind and thunder wings and kill him straight.

The purple wings are gorgeous and eye-catching, and no matter where they are, they are the most eye-catching object. No matter what level the opponent is, they will be amazed at the beauty of their characters.

The wings were slowly floating across Wuya's head. In an instant, the five-colored sword rainbow in the air flashed and stabbed Wuya's eyebrows. Wuya sneered and said intimately: There is no new idea. The blade slashed horizontally, pulling out layers of knife nets in front of him.

The sword net that Wuya stacked was airtight. However, just as Wuya retreated, the five-colored sword rainbow actually penetrated through the layers of sword nets. Originally, this sword pointed to Wuya's eyebrows, but after passing through layers of obstacles, the five-colored sword rainbow stabbed Wuya's chest.

Wuya's blade crossed and blocked the sword rainbow's path, but the five-color sword rainbow seemed to be alive, with a light turn around, bypassing the blade and sank into Wuya's chest.

Wuya looked down in disbelief and saw a blood flower blooming on Shengxue's white robe, expanding, and then his whole body exploded. Wuya was extremely sad and angry, and his golden soul soared into the sky and headed straight for Wutian.

【How unfair the heavens are!】

In terms of talent, Wuya believes that he is not weak; in terms of hard work, Wuya believes that he is not inferior to anyone. Even after the newlyweds, facing Kong Feishuang who is as beautiful as a flower, Wuya actually resists not completing the house, but goes into seclusion to practice.

But the result of such hard work was still killed instantly by a sword. This time, Tang Cheng did not give Wuya the chance to freeze his body last time. The five-colored sword rainbow did not dissipate until it exploded his body into sesame-sized dust.

While Wuya was unwilling to give up, he was also wondering why he had hit his opponent with one move, but Tang Cheng had no effect. Wuya never understood this until his death, and he could be called a confused ghost.
Chapter completed!