"Charge with all your strength! After we get out, we must kill this woman and never let her return to Fangshan County alive!" Soon, Pang Qiyun suppressed the chill and regret in his heart and said coldly.
"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison, and then Pang Qiyun and the old man in black who followed him like a shadow took the lead, using their energy and blood to charge forward with their swords.
Suddenly, the light of the sword rolled, and the light of the sword drove the masculine energy of blood, and in the darkness of the surging ghosts, it continued to rush forward like a fire dragon.
The ghosts rolled back in both directions.
"Xuechi, we can't wait any longer. You hold Old Qingsong down first, and I, the master of the palace, will suppress the Pang boy first!" On a mountain peak, the old demon Hentian looked down at the valley with rolling black clouds and the sea of blood.
The monstrous valley reveals a ferocious look.
"Old slave, I obey!" Xuechi bowed slightly, then rolled up a cloud of blood mist, stepped into the air and landed. In mid-air, there was already a blood knife pointed at Qingsong who was leading four elders to kill Qingsong on the head.
Kill and go down.
"Blood Abyss Knife, it's you, Old Demon of Blood Pool!" Qingsong saw the blood knife cut down on his head, and he immediately felt a stream of blood go straight into his nose. Countless bloody hands were grabbing at him from all around, and there were endless miserable and tragic blows.
The cry rang in his ears, as if the whole person fell into the abyss of the endless sea of blood. His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed. The flying sword flying in the air had already turned into a green rainbow and rose into the sky, falling towards the head.
The bloody knife scratched away...
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Flying swords and blood knives clashed in the air one after another, making a huge sound of gold and iron clashing.
Groups of green light and bloody light continued to explode in the air, causing the surrounding ghosts to scatter.
"Kill! Kill!" When Qingsong was entangled in the blood pool, several extremely powerful and ferocious thoughts surged out from the billowing dark cloud of ghosts, rushing straight into the brain of the elder of the Biyun Sect.
Then, eight three-foot-tall demons, covered in black aura, rushed out of the dark clouds with tridents in their hands, and attacked the four elders of the Biyun Sect.
Behind these eight demons, there were eight people sitting not far away in the darkness, each with a flag on their chest, which was the Nether Blood Soul Refining Flag.
Those eight people were not Nether Envoys, they were eight of the eighteen hall masters of the Netherworld branch, and they were of the same level as the master of Youhu Hall who was killed in Fangshan County.
However, these eight people mainly guarded the Netherworld Branch Hall, so they were given the Netherblood Soul Refining Banner.
The soul demons raised in their Nether Blood Soul Refining Banner are far inferior to the six great Nether Envoys, and their combat power is only equivalent to that of the great Qi Refiner in the early stage of Zhenyuan.
But with the power of the souls of the soul refining array, these demons not only doubled their strength, but also had a steady stream of ghosts to replenish them after being injured, allowing them to recover in the blink of an eye.
The eight hall masters previously hid in the dark and did not dare to take action because they were afraid of Qingsong.
Qingsong is the leader of the sect, and with one strike of his sword, he can cause great damage to their soul demons. Even if they are in a large formation, they will not be able to repair it in time, and they may even be killed directly with one blow. In this way, the eight sect leaders will suffer greatly.
Backlash.
Now that Qingsong is entangled by the old demon of the Blood Pond, these eight hall masters will naturally attack the four Biyun Sect elders to prevent them from having the opportunity to help Qingsong.
The eight hall masters and the old demon Xuechi took action together, and with the help of a large formation, Qingsong and the four elders were completely entangled.
On the other side, the old demon Hentian stepped into the soul refining formation.
As soon as he stepped into the soul refining formation, the surrounding ghosts gathered one after another, and then formed a black dragon surrounding his body. The dragon's head poked out from his back, opening a huge hole like an abyss with no bottom.
The mouth makes the old demon Hentian look extremely majestic, as if the ancient demon king has come to this world.
The old demon Hentian was surrounded by dragons, as if he were in his own back garden. He walked leisurely through the billowing ghosts and soon appeared in front of Pang Qiyun and others who were charging.
"Hateful Heaven!" Pang Qiyun suddenly stopped, his face changed drastically, and the blade pointed at the old demon Hatian. The energy and blood in his body continued to rise, and the blade's glow continued to grow.
The expressions of his men also changed one after another, and there was a hint of panic in the depths of their eyes.
The old demon who hates the sky, has a great reputation, is the master of the demon sect, and is far more powerful than the martial arts master. They are not able to compete with the great martial arts master!
"Should I take the initiative myself, or should you take the initiative to tie up your hands and surrender to me?" Hentian Laomo said sullenly, with his hands behind his back, looking at Pang Qiyun and others from a high position.
"Old hater, don't be so arrogant. In addition to this Captain, there are also Judges and Master Qingsong. They will break the formation soon, and then you will be doomed!" Pang Qiyun kept urging the knife.
Mang, said coldly.
"Poor child! You must not know that I saved the old demon of the Blood Pond more than ten years ago. Now my lair has not only set up two powerful formations, but also has two grand masters in charge.
Now Zhuge Yunjin and the others are trapped in the blood prison formation, and they will definitely not be able to break the formation for a while! This soul refining formation is still not powerful enough to trap two people, so the master of this palace ordered the old demon of the blood pool to lead people to hold Qingsong and the others down.
Now, do you still think that they will be able to break through the formation and rescue you soon? Submit yourself to this palace master, otherwise I will not mind letting you suffer some hardships." The old demon said with a sinister smile on his face.
Pang Qiyun and others' expressions changed drastically when they heard this.
Just when Pang Qiyun and others' expressions changed drastically and their minds were shaken, the old demon took action.
The dragons surrounding him rushed out with a roar, and rushed towards Pang Qiyun with their claws and fangs bared.
"Kill!" Pang Qiyun roared when he saw this, and swung his sword to kill. The sword's glow skyrocketed by more than ten feet, and there was blood in the sword's glow, as if there was a flame burning inside.
The people he brought also roared one after another, their energy and blood soared, and they started to kill the old demon.
"You guys are still far behind!" Hentian Laomo sneered and grabbed his hand from the air. Immediately, the ghosts rolled up and formed a huge ghost claw in front of him.
As soon as the ghost claw fell, the people who rushed up were immediately suppressed to the ground, or directly bounced away by the ghost finger.
There were also a few people who were not nearly as strong as they were. They were killed on the spot by the fingers of the ghost claws that penetrated through their heads.
"Old Demon of Hatred!" Pang Qiyun saw that his men couldn't stop the old Demon of Hatred. He couldn't help being frightened and angry. The horizontal knife in his hand slashed at the dragon wildly, killing the dragon and retreating continuously. The black spirit of the ghost continued to emit from his body and dispersed.
, the figure becomes increasingly faint.
"The quasi-grandmaster is indeed quite capable!" Seeing this, Old Demon Hentian's face darkened slightly, he flicked his sleeves and said into the darkness: "I'll leave these people to you first, be sure to trap them!"
As soon as the old demon Hentian finished speaking, a demon holding a trident came out from all around and surrounded the people of the Governor's Mansion to fight.
The old demon of hatred got away, turned to look at Pang Qiyun, and gave him a sinister sneer, with a bone-white ghost claw in his hand.
This ghost claw was thrown into the sky and swelled up when the wind blew. In an instant, it was as big as an acre, and each finger was as big as a pillar.