"Impossible! Impossible! Master won't die!" Chang Ling roared in pain, her eyes turned red.
Ye Xiao seemed to be going crazy, and he came out of the barrier and killed the divine master who said Wei Zixi was dead, "If you dare to say that the master is dead, I will kill you!!"
"Ye Xiao!!" Seeing Ye Xiao rushing out of the barrier, Yan Shang and the others yelled, and rushed out without hesitation.
Swish—the sword flashed across, and the bishop who had just attacked the enchantment had his throat cut by their sword.
"Traitor, he should have died a long time ago!" Yan Shang sneered and rushed to Ye Xiao's side, ignoring those bishops who were grimly dying.
Ye Xiao was startled: "What are you doing out here?"
"You are allowed to avenge the master, and we are not allowed to do nothing?" Yanshang sneered, "The world says the master is cruel and ruthless, but how many people in this world are as genuine as the devil? The way of the devil is that I can't understand the hypocrisy and fickleness of human beings, and being able to follow the devil is the most correct thing I have done in my life."
Ye Xiao's eyes were red, and it took him a long time to laugh and said: "Okay! Today we will kill all these sons of bitches!"
"Devil Lord, when the subordinates have killed enough, I will go find you!"
Yanshang and Changling responded in unison: "Count me in!"
A few people fought with more than a dozen god masters in an instant, but these god masters had higher cultivation levels than them. Coupled with the large number of people, Ye Xiao broke another arm, and his fighting power was greatly reduced.
A few people couldn't hold on any longer.
At this moment, a cold light flickered in the sky, and the sword wind howled.
A black shadow came from the sky, and a knife fell, cutting several god masters back several steps.
Ye Xiao and the others stared blankly at the fallen man in black.
Chang Ling's eyes turned red, and she called out in a trembling voice, "Xuan Mu, you're here?!"
Xuan Mu's expression was still cold, but the turbulent waves in his eyes revealed the unsteady emotions in his heart.
After a pause, he said in a hoarse voice: "Avenging the devil, how can I not be counted as one?"
Several people looked at each other, and suddenly felt a sore pain and a burst of pride welling up in their hearts.
The grievances and grievances of the past have disappeared on this battlefield, and the deep-rooted hatred has disappeared.
However, Xuan Mu's joining could not reverse the battle situation.
Because there are too many soul-devouring demons, they are almost inexhaustible.
And the cultivation base of the dozen or so god masters is far higher than them.
Just when the strength of the few people was slowly exhausted, their hands and feet were so weak that they couldn't even lift them up.
Suddenly, a shocking dragon chant came from the sky.
With a loud bang, the roof of the entire priest's hall collapsed, and a four-clawed golden flying dragon hovered above the sky.
It snorted out of its mouth, and more than half of the soul-devouring demons below were swept away by it in an instant.
Xuan Mu raised his head in a daze, and saw a slender white figure descending slowly on top of the golden dragon like an exile.
The purple whip shadows whistled and flickered, but in an instant, three of the gods who besieged them were beaten to death by Ziming Youluo.
The blood hell demon got out of the human body, but just as he was about to escape, the original fire mixed with devilish energy raged down.
With the shrill screams, the three blood prison demons were turned into fly ash before they could last even ten breaths.
"Xi Yue!" Xuan Mu took a step forward, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word.
Xi Yue seemed to know what he was going to ask, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Wei Zixi, he is dead."