I thought the Demonic Dao would come here soon, use their most elite troops to break through the defense line here, and spare no effort to grab Yu Zun's soul.

But as time passes by little by little, there is no other movement except for the gradually smaller sound of rain.

In the most likely time, there was no movement, which made it difficult for everyone in the guard to understand.

Wu Zhuo came to the top floor of the hall alone. It was very spacious and transparent, and it looked like a pavilion built on the hall. The wet and cold air came towards us with the mountain wind. Wu Zhuo couldn't help but have a cold war. It was the first time he came up, walking around curiously, looking at the surrounding scenery. If you want to say that the green waves were accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves, it really felt like a triple mist.

Even at this moment, Wutuo's state of mind was different from the past, and he was no longer the child who had no worries and just needed to practice and protect his village. Now, various sects of the demonic path are in chaos, and the whole world is filled with war.

At this moment, some noisy sounds came from outside the hall, and then two sword lights chased and flew into the distance, Wuzhu watched as the two sword lights gradually disappeared.

Wu Zhuo hurried to the first floor, and saw that everyone was looking alert and alert, and asked, "What's going on? Who are those two sword lights?"

"It's Wen Shan. He met a demon demon who sneaked in and then chased him out." Fu Ying replied.

"What! Chase out?" Wu Zhuo looked into the distance with some concern. With Zhang Wenshan's personality, although he was usually laughing, his temperament must be unstoppable when he really faced the enemy.

"Sand, sand, sand..."

The sound of branches and leaves rubbing in the dense forest not far away.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the sounds in the dense forest, and before everyone could react to what it was.

Countless pink peach petals gushed out of the dense forest.

"Be careful, everyone! I'll meet this demon." Zuo Xuan loudly reminded everyone, then he stood up with a sword and flew towards the dense forest against the dense peach petals.

Wuzhu hurriedly cast out a green light sword to resist the peach blossom petals that were rushing towards him. The petals were like sharp flying knives. If they were not careful, they would be scratched, and if they were seriously injured, they would be penetrated.

"How strong is this manipulation power to achieve this." Fu Ying said in an angrily look at the scars all over the walls.

"Why do I think this person is what we met before?" Qi Yu said breathlessly because he was already a little injured and resisted such a intensive attack.

Wuzhuo and Li Zhiyan nodded in agreement, Yu Liufeng walked over from the other side and asked with concern: "Are you all okay?"

After confirming that everyone was fine, Yu Liufeng looked at Qi Yu and asked, "Junior Brother Qi, did you say you had met him just now?"

Qi Yu nodded and said, "I'm just guessing that I've met a group of people before, one of the women had peach blossom tattoos on their faces."

Li Zhiyan asked Wuzhu softly: "If it is really those people we met before, then your uncle..."

Wu Zhuo didn't expect that he was a little worried about his uncle, but he knew his uncle's cultivation. Even if he didn't have the strong woman with peach blossom tattoos on his face, he would still have no problem protecting himself. Then he said, "It's okay, my uncle is amazing."

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Everyone looked alertly at the dense forest, and a rough sound came from the dense forest, which was lingering in everyone's ears.

"Here comes again!" Qi Yu sacrificed a cold long sword, and the frost was constantly condensed on the sword and exuded cold air. Then he rushed into the dense forest with his sword.

Not long after Qi Yu was in the dense forest, the sound of fighting came and gradually stopped.

Yu Liufeng wanted to stop Qi Yu, but he didn't expect that he would chase him out in the blink of an eye and said, "Don't chase him blindly next, so as not to fall into the trap of the demonic demon."

At this moment, a bunch of fishy red light penetrated into the sky at the top of Yankong Mountain, which actually drove a hole out of the dark clouds. The entire cloud layer was dyed dark red, and birds and beasts rose in the dense forest and whine were everywhere.

As the dark red clouds spread around, they gradually came to the hall where Wu Zhuo and others were. Just above the hall, the dark clouds formed a whirlpool. The whirlpool was spinning deeper and deeper, and then a red light shot out from it, illuminating the roof of the hall.

"Look, not only here, but also above other halls." Fu Ying said, looking at the red light column that was also shot from the clouds in the distance.

"Everyone is ready to protect, the enemy is coming soon." Yu Liufeng observed the surroundings vigilantly, and then set his sight on the light column.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red light column crackled and a faint current surged in it. Black smoke began to rise from the roof of the palace, accompanied by an anxious smell. As the temperature rose, the humid air was constantly evaporated, and mist rose.

In a short period of time, the bricks and tiles on the roof began to make a cracking sound.

"Is this light going to melt the palace, right?" Qi Yu asked worriedly.

"You can't sit still and wait for death anymore. You guys are here to guard Wuzhu, come with me to find the controller." After Yu Liufeng finished speaking, he sacrificed his fairy sword and galloped away.

Wu Zhuo looked back and looked at everyone, his eyes stayed on Li Zhiyan for a little longer, and said, "You should be careful."

At the top of Yankong Mountain, the initial blood-red beam was still continuously transporting energy to the sky. The person who manipulated all this was Tan Wuzi who had fought with Qiao Mo before, and the medium for releasing the beam was the bloodthirsty thorn cone.

At Tan Wuzi's feet is an altar that has just been built. There are six corners of the altar, and a stone pillar stands on each corner. On the stone pillar stands a sorcerer wearing a red-patterned black-bottomed robe. From the outside, they should be disciples from the same lineage as Tan Wuzi. They continuously convey their cultivation to Tan Wuzi standing in the center through the patterns under their feet.

Tan Wuzi's eyes were black, and under the dark red skin on his forehead, blue veins suddenly appeared and squirmed quickly. Suddenly, his expression became a little painful, and then he slowly retracted the raised bloodthirsty thorn cone and inserted it into the slot in the center of the altar. In an instant, the six people on the stone pillar sprayed out a mouthful of blood. The lines on the altar became even more crazy due to the stimulation of blood.

Li Xin, who was watching all this not far away, said with a smile in his tone: "Mist Feng, look at this red sky sign, isn't it very delicious to you?"

Wu Feng looked at the red light soaring into the sky, and said coldly and greedy, "For the world of Wu Feng, it can't be more delicious."

When Li Xin heard this, she laughed out loud and said, "If you like it, you will belong to you."

"Thank you, Master."
Chapter completed!