Ye Qiu didn't care too much about Lao Jiu's situation. After all, Lao Jiu would not die.
Then, he put away the Qiankun Cauldron and returned to Xiaodie and Ziyang Tianzun.
"Changsheng, are you okay?" Ziyang Tianzun asked with concern.
Ye Qiu smiled slightly: "It's okay."
"Brother Ye, you said it's okay, you're bleeding." After Xiaodie said that, she took out a handkerchief to help Ye Qiu wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Smelling the fragrance on the handkerchief, Xiaodie's true face involuntarily appeared in Ye Qiu's mind, and his heart slightly moved.
Then, he looked up and looked in the direction where the prince of the Nether Clan was.
At this time, the melee between the prince of the Nether Clan and Changmei Zhenren and others was still in full swing, and the entire battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts of killing were shaking the sky.
Both sides had tried their best, and were more or less wounded, and blood stained their clothes red.
As the peerless saint king, if the prince of the Nether tribe fights alone, Changmei Zhenren and others are not his opponents at all.
However, at this moment, he was surrounded by Changmei Zhenren, Niu Dali, Mo Tianji, Wu Qianfan and Lin Daniao, and fell into a hard battle.
The offensives from all sides rushed towards him like a tide, making it difficult for the prince of the Nether Clan to escape for a while and fell into a stalemate.
Just as the prince of the Nether Clan tried his best to resist the attack, he glimpsed the scene of the fall of the Great Elder from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, his heart suddenly became panicked, and the desire to survive instantly gained the upper hand.
He knew very well that this place was too dangerous, and if he continued to get entangled, he might be like the Great Elder.
So, the prince of the Nether tribe began to fight for a bloody path and escape from this dangerous place regardless of everything.
But how could Changmei Zhenren and others let him go easily? Everyone cooperated more and more closely, forcing the prince of the Nether Clan to be in danger.
He was struggling and had several wounds on his body, and blood was constantly on his body.
Suddenly, Niu Dali took a flaw and shouted: "Look at the fist!"
boom!
Niu Dali used the Hercules Fist, and with a storm of overwhelming force, he accidentally punched the prince of the Underworld.
"puff!"
The prince of the Nether Clan immediately squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered forward uncontrollably.
"Certainly!"
Almost at the same time, Mo Tianji seized the opportunity and used his words and methods to follow.
In an instant, the prince of the Nether Clan only felt a mysterious force suddenly bound his body, causing his body to suddenly stiffen.
Wu Qianfan seized this fleeting opportunity, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning pierced into the heart of the prince of the Nether Clan.
"ah!"
The prince of the Nether tribe let out a painful roar, forcibly break free from the words and Dharma follower, raised his head and slapped Wu Qianfan hard.
In an instant, Wu Qianfan flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and a mouthful of blood sprinkled in the air.
However, the prince of the Nether Clan had no time to take a breath, and felt a chill in his crotch.
He quickly lowered his head and found that it was chilling under his crotch, and blood kept flowing down. Then, a severe pain hit his whole body like a surging tide.
"mine……"
The prince of the Nether tribe looked back and saw Lin Daniao holding a castration knife in his hand and looking at him with a smirk.
"You have been the prince for so many years and are pampered and you should feel the feeling of being a eunuch." Lin Daniao shook the castration knife in his hand and laughed: "Are you happy?"
"You despicable villain, you actually attacked me!" The prince of the Nether clan was so angry that he trembled all over, and his eyes were almost spitting out of fire.
He never expected that as the prince of the Underworld, he would be cut off by a fat man with a lower cultivation than him.
A great shame and humiliation!
"I'm going to kill you."
The prince of the Nether Clan completely lost his mind, like a crazy beast, culling towards Lin Dabiu regardless of everything.
"Come on, come and chase me, Fatty!" Lin Daniao flexibly avoided the crazy attack of the prince of the Underworld, while not forgetting to provoke, which made the prince of the Underworld even more furious.
But just as the prince of the Nether Clan was all about dealing with Lin Daniao, suddenly, Niu Dali's attack came again like thunder.
"Eat me a punch!"
Niu Dali used the Hercules Fist again, with a huge power, and the void seemed to be blown out by this punch.
At the same time, Mo Tianji seized the opportunity and used words and methods to follow.
"Sleepy!"
As Mo Tianji's voice fell, a mysterious and powerful force once again bound the actions of the prince of the Nether Clan, making his body slow again.
The Changmei Zhenren seized this excellent opportunity and rushed out, holding the mysterious brick in his hand, and slapped the head of the prince of the Nether Clan with a sharp aura.
"Suffer to die!"
At the moment of life and death, the prince of the Nether Clan burst out his last survival instinct. His soul rushed out of his head with a "swoosh", abandoned his body, and fled to the distance.
"Want to run? It's not that easy!"
The Changmei Zhenren snorted coldly and immediately took a step of thousands of miles. His body was like lightning and instantly appeared thousands of miles away, successfully intercepting the soul of the prince of the Underworld.
Niu Dali, Mo Tianji, Wu Qianfan and Lin Daniao were not to be outdone, and followed closely behind and surrounded the soul of the prince of the Underworld again.
"You...you bastards, I'll fight you!"
The prince of the Nether Clan roared angryly. Although he had lost his body, his power of the soul should not be underestimated.
His soul emitted a strange gray light, trying to break through the encirclement of everyone.
"Stop struggling with unnecessary struggles, today is your death!"
Niu Dali took the lead in launching an attack and punched the soul of the prince of the Nether Clan. His fist wind was magnificent and smashed straight towards the soul of the Prince of the Nether Clan.
Mo Tianji was not idle either, and he muttered something in his mouth. Invisibly, the power of the Dharma Sui lingered towards the prince of the Underworld tribe, trying to further limit his actions.
Wu Qianfan waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy slashed at the soul of the prince of the Nether Clan, with endless sharpness.
Lin Daniao was not idle either. He held a castration knife in his hand. As long as he found an opportunity, he would cut off the little brother of the prince of the Underworld.
Changmei Zhenren held the brick in his left hand and the whisk in his right hand, and attacked at the same time.
Under the siege of five people, the prince of the Nether Clan rushed left and right but was still difficult to break through. Not only that, the light emitted by his soul became dimmer, the wounds on his body became more and more, and the breath became very strong.
weak.
At this moment, he was like a trapped beast trapped in the net, in a mess, but he was still stubborn and unwilling to accept his fate.
"Just because of you guys, you want to kill me? Dream!"
The prince of the Nether Clan roared angrily, and then quickly swelled up.
"No, he wants to self-destruct, retreat quickly..."
Before Changmei Zhenren finished speaking, suddenly, a divine cauldron fell from the sky.
"boom!"
The soul of the prince of the Nether Clan was crushed on the spot.