A powerful airflow visible to the naked eye was surging, turning in Xue Luo's hands like a whirlpool. The whirlpool was getting bigger and bigger, so that the breath in the surrounding air became more and more condensed, and the surrounding spiritual energy was sucked into the whirlpool. Even some monks in the courtyard below felt the weirdness of the whirlpool.
"No! His vortex seems to be, is..."
When a middle-aged monk saw the vortex escape from Xue Luo's hand and form a vortex shape in front of him, emitting a strong suction force, his face changed and he began to stutter. He couldn't even utter the rest of the words. He just retreated more than ten meters in an instant, as if he was afraid that he would be sucked into the vortex.
"Xue, Xue Luo! Legend has it that Xue Luo, one of the ten demons, has the ability to open the Dark Portal! This, this is the Dark Portal! Quick! Run away! Don't get sucked in, otherwise, you'll never be able to come back!"
An old monk cried out in surprise, his face changed drastically as he shouted at Duan Ye, because Duan Ye was closest to Xue Luo, and judging from Xue Luo's appearance, he wanted to send Duan Ye into the Dark Gate!
"Get out of the way! Quick!"
"That's the Dark Portal! Once you're teleported in, you can never get out! Run!"
"Friend Duan! Run away!"
However, just as the faces of the cultivators changed drastically and they cried out in surprise, Duan Ye was completely stunned by the pressure of the Immortal Master Xue Luo, as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, making it impossible for him to straighten his back, unable to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, and even more unable to escape from here, while his body was pulled forward step by step due to the suction of the vortex.
"Uncle Duan!"
"Uncle Duan!"
Lu Xiyan and Ruan Ru below screamed when they saw Duan Ye was about to be sucked in, but they had no way to save him. However, at this moment, Feng Jiu, who was not far from them, suddenly jumped up, and wrapped the Hun Tian Ling in her hand around Duan Ye's feet, trying to pull him down.
"Do you think it is possible to save him? What a fantasy!" Xue Luo's gloomy voice came out, and he turned his hands. The suction force became stronger. Even if she was pulling Duan Ye, her body was pulled upwards.
Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more dangerous, if Fengjiu was not careful, she would be sucked into the dark door. So, Yi Xiuran took action immediately, and the long sword in his hand was infused with spiritual energy and attacked Xue Luo with murderous intent.
“Hahahahaha! Go in! Go in! It’s not easy for this demon to open the Dark Portal once, and this time, I’ll let you guys off!”
As soon as Xue Luo's voice fell, Duan Ye was sucked towards the vortex. His upper body had already gone in, but his lower body did not fall in because of the Hun Tian Ling in Feng Jiu's hand.
Seeing that Duan Ye was in danger, Fengjiu made a prompt decision to gather the Hun Tian Ling in her hand. She used the Hun Tian Ling to get close to Duan Ye and pulled him back, then slapped him and sent him ten meters away.
At this time, Yi Xiu Ran was attacked by Xue Luo from behind, and he was hit by a sword unexpectedly, causing the blood and energy in his body to surge out, and murderous intent filled the air. He roared angrily, and swung out with one hand to hit Yi Xiu Ran with all his strength. At the same time, as the blood and energy in his body dissipated, the dark door gradually closed.
However, Xue Luo, unwilling to let them escape, stared at Feng Jiu with a sinister look, smiled strangely, and then injected a stream of blood...