The Fengcheng cultivators who appeared from behind were all shocked when they saw the chaotic scene. They had thought there would be a fierce battle, but who knew that these demon cultivators killed most of them without them having to do anything.
Seeing those crazy demon cultivators fighting with red eyes, they were secretly frightened. The master's ability was too terrifying. Fortunately, they followed the master, otherwise, they would probably be the ones fighting here with red eyes and losing their minds.
"Go! Leave no one behind!"
Gu Lao gave orders in a calm voice, asking the people behind him to annihilate the demon cultivators whose fighting power was gradually weakening. Hundreds of people rushed out from the darkness, brandishing swords and attacking the demon cultivators, joining the melee...
In the sky, Feng Jiu and the Demon Lord exchanged hands. As soon as they crossed hands, the Demon Lord's face changed, and he was horrified: "You are not a strong man with the cultivation level of a fairy saint! You are a mid-level fairy cultivator!"
“So what? You just need to know that today, none of you can escape!” Feng Jiu swung out the Hun Tian Ling in her hand, as sharp and frightening as a sword. The red silk swept out a breath carrying the pressure of an ancient mythical beast and rushed forward, hitting the Demon Lord with a snap.
"Um!"
He groaned and fell back, a trace of blood oozing from his mouth. His eyes widened in shock as he murmured, "The breath of an ancient beast! How can there be the breath of an ancient beast? Who the hell are you!"
"Someone who can kill you!"
As soon as Feng Jiu's voice fell, a red figure flashed out again, and when the Hun Tian Ling rolled out, flames suddenly rose up with a whoosh, and suddenly rushed towards the Demon Lord with the help of the Hun Tian Ling.
The demon king was about to resist when he found that the spiritual power in his body suddenly disappeared. He was startled and flashed. The flames rushed up his body and burned his hair...
"ah!"
A burning sound and an unpleasant smell reached his nostrils. The severe pain from the burn made him cry out in pain. He couldn't extinguish the flames on his body. Frightened, he quickly took off his outer robe and used his palm as a knife to cut off a strand of hair.
"I'm going to kill you!"
The miserable appearance made him roar in anger. When he clenched his hands into fists, he remembered that he had lost all his spiritual power for some reason, and his body fell down from mid-air.
Feeling something was wrong with his body, he gritted his teeth, reluctantly gave up that body, sacrificed his Nascent Soul and escaped.
Seeing him decisively sacrifice his Nascent Soul to escape, Fengjiu was a little surprised. After all, if the Nascent Soul escaped, its strength would drop and it would have to practice all over again. What's more, they couldn't advance at all in such a place. Even if facing death, few people would think of using the Nascent Soul to escape to stay alive, let alone this Demon Lord who had not been forced into a desperate situation, but had lost all his spiritual power
Because he didn't expect it, his Nascent Soul instantly escaped from the range of instant killing. However, this place was guarded by a barrier. Even if he escaped with his Nascent Soul, he could not escape her barrier. She was not in a hurry about this.
Looking down, she saw the body of the Demon Lord falling to the ground and being trampled by the crowd. Her eyes flashed slightly and she looked forward, stunned.
It was seen that when the Demon Lord's Nascent Soul found that there was nowhere to escape, it actually escaped back and rushed into the body of a demon cultivator with a whoosh to take over his body.