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More and more people were caught by the corpse generals and thrown into the blood formation. Then they were torn into pieces by evil spirits, and their blood essence flew into the blood mass in the air.
The blood group grew stronger and stronger. After absorbing the blood essence of twenty or thirty people, it condensed into a huge group and covered the top of the blood array.
The corpse demon had already retreated to the entrance of the cave, admiring the miserable scene inside the cave and letting out an eerie laugh.
The monks were gradually forced into a corner, huddled together like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and everyone tried desperately to squeeze in behind the crowd.
Liu Qinghuan shouted: "People from the Wenshi sect, gather together! Xuanbo, Xuanbo! Form an array!"
Xuanbo was heard shouting from behind the chaotic crowd: "People from Wenshi's faction are coming closer to me! Come closer to me!"
Seeing that most of the disciples of the Wenshi Sect were trying to get closer to Xuanbo after hearing this, and seeing Mu Yinyin also passing by, Liu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He struggled through the crowd, looking for Yun Zheng's figure: "Yun Zheng, Yun Zheng!"
At this time, Yunzheng was entangled by a male cultivator who fell into madness.
This man was obviously frightened. He laughed crazily and shouted: "Die, let's all die! I can't survive, and no one can survive!" A series of spells flew from his hands to all directions, and he directed himself again.
The spirit sword stabbed and slashed at the panicking figures.
When a person is crazy, he will perform far beyond his usual level. Yun Zheng ignored this person at first. He was avoiding the capture of the Corpse General and was also looking for Liu Qinghuan.
Unexpectedly, the man's spiritual sword struck him from behind. His eyes burned with anger, and the ice blue sword flew out of his sleeve.
Yun Zheng did not dare to hold back at this time, he fired out the magic formula like a stream of water, the spirit sword stabbed out like lightning with the sharp sword energy, and when he swung it left and right, it brought out the sword shadow all over the sky.
The two spiritual swords clashed together in the air, bursting out with strings of spiritual light. Within two rounds, the opponent's spiritual sword was cut into two pieces!
Yun Zheng's eyes were slightly blurred, and a ray of ice-blue sword energy flew out instantly. With a slight "pop" sound, a translucent blood hole appeared on the man's chest, and he fell down on his back.
With a move of his hand, the spirit sword flew back.
At this moment, a frightened cry was heard: "Yun Zheng!"
A cyan figure flew over and pushed with both palms, pushing him very far towards the crowd.