Several god masters even had smug smiles on their faces, and then their smiles froze on their faces.
He stared blankly at the head that kept rolling on the ground.
The next moment, a blood-colored ghost emerged from the headless body, about to condense into the body of the blood prison demon.
A howl of pain and anger came from its mouth.
Xi Yue smiled faintly, and suddenly a tongue of fire sprang up from the Lishui sword in his hand, wrapped around the blade, and threw it at the blood prison demon.
"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"
There was a scream, and a scream.
Such screams were so heart-piercing that the faces of the god masters watching this scene turned pale, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
After only half a cup of tea time, the huge blood prison demon was completely burned, leaving no ash behind.
The Lishui sword turned around and fell back into Xi Yue's hands.
In front of Xi Yue's chest, the slender and slender fingers lightly flicked the still flaming blade, and said slowly: "Do you want to be polite? It's just right, I don't want to be polite to you at all!"
"You... What kind of cultivation technique and cultivation level are you doing!" One of the god masters said incoherently with a face full of shock, "Why? Why is there demonic energy in your flame, and it is also demonic energy from the Demon Emperor's Realm?"
You know, the high-level magic fire can burn the low-level ones in a matter of minutes, and they have no resistance at all.
"Want to know?" Xi Yue sneered, "Then go underground and ask King Yama!"
As soon as the words fell, she had already soared into the air, her figure seemed to be divided into nine parts in an instant, and she met the remaining nine demon masters.
The movement of the Mizong Phantom version shuttled between them.
Every divine master had no strength to resist, and cut off his head or cut off his waist almost instantly.
The blood prison demon's body broke away from its body, trying to escape.
But there is a terrifying magic fire waiting for them behind.
The miserable screams came and went, ringing non-stop, like eighteen layers of hell.
There was no more insolent smile on Yu Yishan's face, only panic.
Seeing that Xi Yue's sword was about to fall on him, he suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Shangguan Qingyun, hurry up, block her! Block her!"
The puppet refined by Shangguan Qingyun moved.
The release of the pressure of a powerful cultivator in the upper god realm is simply not something these god masters can match.
The hearts of those watching the battle were raised in their throats.
Even if Xi Yue can instantly kill a strong man at the peak of the God Master Realm, can he still compete against the high-level God Master Realm
You know, there is a gap between the God Realm and the God Master Realm!
Immortal Zijin and the others anxiously said, "What should we do? After all, the saint is only at this age, how can she be the opponent of the Great Elder of the God Realm? Shall we help?"
Who knows that as soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird gave him a contemptuous look, "Help? Just rely on your cultivation? Are you sure you are helping and not holding back? I dare not say that I have the ability to get involved in such a high-ranking class." Do you think you can help in the first-level competition? Do you think you are daydreaming? Or is your face as big as a basin?"
Master Zijin's handsome face turned red, and he was speechless for a long time.
Then the little red bird withdrew its poisonous tongue, and snorted softly: "Don't worry, Shangguan Qingyun is just a puppet now, even if he has the cultivation base of the upper god realm, but he doesn't have the fighting consciousness of the upper god realm monk, Xi Yue will deal with it." It's not easy for him."