The eleventh demon-scattering calamity was much more powerful than the tenth demon-scattering calamity. The calamity clouds of Liudao, Chixue and Zitian combined were not as good as Wufeng's demon-scattering calamity, the boundless black
The calamity cloud enveloped the entire Ziyun Square.
The people in the square didn't know what was going on at first, but when they saw the flashes of lightning above their heads, they suddenly seemed to remember something, and they all ran away like ducks.
Including everyone from Ziyun Sect, all the cultivators in the square ran away, leaving only four people from Six Paths here.
"Dead...dead..." Chixue stared blankly at the terrifying calamity clouds in the sky, and kept murmuring from the corner of his mouth.
Snapped!
When Liudao heard this, he gave Chixue a slap in the face and said angrily: "You brat, what are you talking about? That's not true! I'm still here, right?"
A cultivator who is less than a hundred years old actually calls a San Mo who is more than 7,000 years old a boy. If you let others know, I don’t know if anyone will believe it. Maybe because of Wu Feng, Liu Dao will naturally regard him as a real person.
'Senior'.
Anyone would be angry if they were suddenly slapped. Chixue was about to rush forward angrily, but as soon as he saw Wufeng and Zitian, he immediately put his head back and swallowed his anger. She looked like an angry little daughter-in-law.
.
Wu Feng's cultivation level can be seen from the terrifying calamity cloud in the sky, and he has also heard of Zi Tian. As for the Six Paths, Chi Xue just heard Wu Feng calling him uncle. Counting it all, Chi Xue was depressed.
Suddenly, I discovered that I, a Six-Tribulations Loose Demon, had no right to speak here.
Sigh~~ It’s really annoying to compare people to others...
Chixue thought depressingly, but at this time, he was no longer worried about the disaster. As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there will still be a tall man holding it up. Anyway, he is a dead pig and is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
Let's leave the matter of this calamity to the senior Wufeng in front of me to resist. Even if we fail, I will feel relieved that these top-level scattered demons will be buried with me. The more Chixue thinks about it, the more comfortable he feels.
"Hey! Brother Sword Spirit, Brother Sword Spirit! What should we do now?" Looking at the growing calamity clouds in the sky, Liu Dao couldn't help but feel a little palpitated, and quickly called out to Sword Spirit. At the critical moment, he could only ask for help from this person.
It’s an artifact, bro.
"What's the fuss about? Isn't that boy Wu Feng here? It's none of your business." Sword Spirit replied impatiently.
"Boss! Are you mistaken? This is no ordinary heavenly catastrophe. There are also some defensive artifacts to use!" Liu Dao said anxiously after hearing this.
"Artifact? It's defensive? Do you understand, kid? Defensive artifacts are the rarest, and there are only a few in the entire heaven. You think I'm a god." When Sword Spirit heard what Liudao said, he suddenly felt very depressed.
shouted.
"Then what should we do? After all, you are also a top-grade artifact, so why don't you explode!" Liu Dao began to doubt the quality of the Heaven-defying Sword, and then said sarcastically.
"If your kid commits suicide now, I will be able to restore my power at the level of a divine weapon, and I will be able to break through this calamity." Sword Spirit snorted coldly and sneered.
"Then what should we do now? Your boss must help!" Liu Dao said with a sad face.
"Here! Give this defensive armor to that kid Wu Feng, he should be able to withstand this catastrophe." After speaking, the sword spirit threw a black light and flew towards Liudao.
"Damn! The old guy has so many good things, but he doesn't even give them to me." Liu Dao took the sword spirit's armor, cursed lowly, and then his mind exited the sea of mind.