Seeing that An Chen and the others had already reached the bridge, some monks could not bear it any longer.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"My lord, we don't have the holy water of Huangquan, so we can't cross the Naihe bridge at all!"

"My lord, we are the ones who caused you trouble, I am ashamed!"

"My lord, from now on, I, Zhang Yuncheng, will be your loyal servant, please take me in."

"My lord, I, Li Hongdu, am also willing to follow your lord."

……

At this moment, after Anchen and others left, these family masters no longer had any scruples, and kept showing their allegiance to Zhuo Yifan one by one.

Zhuo Yifan said in a deep voice: "If you trust me, you can follow my orders. We must unite to exert our greatest ability and save our lives."

Zhuo Yifan once again performed "Resurrection of All Things". This time, the power of the mind spread out and enveloped all the monks. Zhuo Yifan immediately felt that his followers were increasing sharply, reaching [-] at once.

It seems that the actions of An Chen and others just now have made these monks completely give up.

In order to survive, Zhuo Yifan is undoubtedly their best choice.

Facts proved that those who chose Zhuo Yifan were still alive, and those who did not believe in him either died at the hands of An Chen or died in other places.

Some impatient people got up and wanted to chase An Chen and the others, but Zhuo Yifan suddenly ordered: "Everyone, follow me and retreat, the farther the better!"

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone thought that Zhuo Yifan was going to lead everyone to chase up, but unexpectedly he ordered to retreat.

However, the role of 2 steadfast believers among the 8 people was brought into play, and one-third of the monks responded immediately, retreating quickly, and motivating others to act together.

Everyone backed away quickly. Although they didn't know what would happen, no one questioned it.

boom! '

boom!

boom!

Suddenly, just as An Chen and the others stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, there was a series of shocking explosions, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

An Chen and the others turned pale with shock, never expecting that they would trigger an attack after drinking the holy water from the Yellow Spring.

Like the giant hand of a monster, the mist snaked up into the sky and closed suddenly, enveloping the Mahayana monk team of nearly a thousand people.

The monks in the distance stared dumbfounded.

The combined strength of these 800 masters at the Dacheng stage is terrifying, even if a few true demons come, they will have to suffer.

But at this moment, they were directly swallowed by the fog.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Suddenly, there were bursts of screams in the mist, and it was obvious that someone had suffered a fatal attack.

"My lord, our six senses are blocked, so we can't see things, what should we do?"

"A monster is attacking me, ah... I was hit."

"Kill, kill out."

……

All of a sudden, the sound of weapons clashing continued, and the entire Naihe Bridge was in chaos.

At this moment, even if Zhuo Yifan was deep in it, his eyes were open as if he were blind, and he couldn't see anything.

But there is a terrifying aura coming from the surroundings, it seems that there are monsters attacking frantically.

In this case, no matter how calm people are, it is difficult to be calm.

An Chen shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't mess up, back to back, don't make unauthorized moves, be careful of accidental injury."

It's a pity that no one listens to him at this moment. In the dark environment, any abnormal movement can lead to an instinctive attack.

Ouyang Qingzhi said in a low voice: "Yifan, what a good trick! You killed 800 masters at the Mahayana stage without bloodshed. If this gets out, you won't be able to become No. 1 in the Demon World!"

"This is not my arrangement!"

Zhuo Yifan's eyes widened and he said in shock.

"What? This is not your arrangement? Then what is going on?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Qingzhi felt chills all over, and even his voice trembled.

"I mean, I didn't arrange this secret killer." Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "I just set up a few Yuanzu formations, but the person who secretly killed them was not arranged by me. This person is really terrifying, a master of the Mahayana stage can kill one by one... No, let's retreat quickly!"

When Zhuo Yifan said this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly cold sweat soaked his back, and he even forgot to pretend his voice.

"It's... Dongfang Liang!!!"

Ouyang Qingzhi said in shock.

Zhuo Yifan telepathically said: "Everyone, quickly follow me and retreat another fifty miles!"

Fifty miles back, we will reach the boundary of the water column.

In the mist, a black awn flashed from time to time, the horror of this black awn was beyond imagination, even the mist was split open, revealing a series of clear marks.

brush!

With a flash of the knife, the heads of a row of Mahayana stage masters were cut off silently, blood gushing into the sky.

The physical body of a monk in the Mahayana period is so strong that he will not be injured even if he is bombarded with a cannon, but in front of this black sickle, it is like tofu, and it breaks neatly with a light stroke.

A ghost moved in the mist, and wherever it went, the weapons of magic treasures broke off one after another, and their limbs flew around.

No existence can stop the scythe for even a hundredth of a second, and the space is cut into gaps in the direction of the blade.

This knife can be called the best weapon in the world!

An Chen was startled, feeling a flood of fear in her heart, and shouted loudly: "Everyone walk in a straight line, charge forward, no matter what, as long as you block the way, you will be killed."

The masters around him are all core disciples of the family, and they have undergone rigorous training, with protecting him as their top priority.

These people don't care about their own lives at all. They are born to exist for their masters.

At the moment, these people are completely insane.

They formed a large formation with their blades pointing outwards to protect Anchen, like a formation of strangling knives, strangling forward directly.

Any existence blocking the way will be turned into fly ash in front of the knife array.

I don't know how many of my own people died at their hands.

If you let it go a little slower, you will end up smashed to pieces.

This bloody torrent, like a dance of death, crushed the corpses of his own people and rushed straight forward.

For a while, the scene was bloody.

These super masters who usually call the wind and rain in the devil world are similar to ordinary people at this moment, attacking indiscriminately in order to survive, just as fearful and weak.

In the distance, everyone didn't turn their heads, and flew desperately, just wanting to get as far away from here as possible.

Finally, An Chen and Yin Dang rushed out under the desperate attack of the guards.

With a flash in front of his eyes, he finally rushed out of the foggy area, and his sight was restored.

Looking at the scene behind, both An Chen and Yin Dang couldn't stand steadily, and their bodies staggered back several steps, they couldn't believe their eyes.

There, there is a huge gap, as if the sky and the earth are split into two halves.

Countless mist shrouded the gap, forming a huge "cocoon", covering that area.

Where is there any small bridge, everyone just walked into the mist.

And a large number of masters died above this gap.

But at this moment, they didn't even see their corpses, as if they were all swallowed by the gap.

There are more than 800 super masters, and at this moment, less than half are left.

In this short period of time, more than 400 Mahayana masters died.

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