"Charge with all your strength! After we get out, we must kill this woman. We must not 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.
Balls 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.
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 kept coming out of his body and dissipating.
, 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.