super unscrupulous student

"This is an extremely cold nether fire, and it needs the blood of the Guardian of the Origin Race to dissolve it."

Dongfang Liang suddenly explained to An Chen: "I have collected a large amount of blood essence from the Guardians of the Origin Race, but this alone is not enough."

An Chen's heart moved: "What else do you need?"

Dongfang Liang looked at the master behind An Chen meaningfully, and showed a sinister smile: "The real human blood essence!"

The complexions of An Chen and the others changed drastically.

"No, my people have already lost a lot, and I will never allow my brothers to sacrifice their lives." An Chen said in pain: "Brothers, I, An Chen, are the ones who are sorry for you, so go away!"

"Young master, we are willing to die for you and never leave."

These remaining monks are all direct descendants of An Chen, and they are very loyal to him.

Angrily said: "You don't even listen to the young master's words? Go away!"

An Chen said coldly: "Go, go, otherwise the ghost army will kill you immediately, and none of you will survive. This is an order and must be carried out."

These monks faced each other, gritted their teeth for the last time, and rushed to the other side one after another.

An Bang let out a chilling sneer, he suddenly took out a magic treasure from his bosom, and slapped it fiercely.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

The monks who were running forward suddenly felt as if their souls had exploded, and they were instantly fatally attacked, and they all fell to the ground with their heads in their arms.

Sneaking secretly, he said, "You seem to have forgotten that you once gave your soul allegiance. Now, it's time for you to show your loyalty."

Dongfang Liang laughed loudly: "Good job, now it's all on the altar."

With a murmur in his mouth, the death scythe swung again, and a bloody waterfall flowed out from it.

The bloody waterfall washed down, along the ditch on the altar, and soon spread to the whole venue.

boom!

Bloody beams of light kept rushing up from the altar, like bloody sharp knives, completely sprang up the remaining hundred or so monks, and instantly spilled blood on the spot.

The essence and blood fused together and quickly flowed towards the big black crystal hole.

The rune rules on it swam quickly, like greedy gluttons, devouring the essence and blood greedily.

This scene like a sea of ​​blood lasted less than ten seconds, and everything was swallowed by the magic circle.

The next moment, a strong light burst out from somewhere, and the space fluctuation became more and more intense.

Zhuo Yifan was so anxious that he rushed over quickly.

Dongfang Liang laughed loudly and said, "Zhuo Yifan, just obediently play with the ghosts, we have to go first."

After the beam of light soared into the sky, the space of the entire magic circle altar suddenly changed, and a dark passage opened.

Dongfang Liang glanced at An Chen, An Bao and Yin Dang, and said: "You are the real protagonists of this feast, let's go!"

Several people looked complicated, and walked into the passage one after another.

The black light flashed and disappeared.

Zhuo Yifan came to the edge of the altar with one step, and reached out to slap the dark magic cannon.

boom!

A beam of light burst out, turning the rushing Yuan Race ghost into fly ash.

He moved his big hands together, and put these charged dark magic cannons into the Heaven Sealing Order one after another.

Although he looked angry, he was actually happy inside.

Since then, he has collected as many as 10 dark magic cannons.

Although those magic cannons lack magic crystals, they are genuine and intact products after all, and magic crystals are not difficult to find in the devil world.

Zhuo Yifan picked up a dark magic cannon and shouted to the front: "Don't blame me for being rude when you come here."

The warriors of the Yuan clan suffered heavy losses, and there were only about 400 left at the moment. They all looked at Zhuo Yifan with righteous indignation, as if Zhuo Yifan was a devil.

Looking at the Dark Magic Cannon, they didn't dare to charge rashly.

This magic treasure can destroy real demons. It is really terrifying. When it is bombarded by a cannon, the space ten thousand meters in front of it will become a void, and nothing will be left.

"Zhuo Yifan, you devil, you will die badly."

A tall Yuan Clan roared endlessly.

Zhuo Yifan secretly smiled wryly. This tall monk was originally protected by him, but because he didn't trust Zhuo Yifan, he was possessed by the ghost of the source clan. In his memory, there was also the memory of a monk. For Zhuo Yifan Very jealous.

To these Yuanzu ghosts, Zhuo Yifan is indeed a devil, almost most of the ghosts died directly or indirectly at his hands, seeing him, these Yuanzu will naturally not have a good face.

What's more, Zhuo Yifan killed the guardian elder in the end, which is an unforgivable crime.

The battle between Slaughtering Sacred Monarch and Fang Xingyun was far away, and Anchen Yindang and others entered the passage again. At this moment, the entire Slaughtering Temple was completely dominated by the ghosts of the Yuan clan. They surrounded Zhuo Yifan, and the situation was imminent.

Zhuo Yifan secretly groaned.

Although he can fire the dark magic cannon in an instant, hundreds of cold iron long arrows may completely annihilate him.

"Everyone, this is actually a misunderstanding. It was that bastard Dongfang Liang who really killed the elders. If you want revenge, you can go to him. They are still coveting the blood of the real devil. If you go late, the consequences will be dire." material."

Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.

"We only see that your hands are stained with our blood, stained with the blood of the elders, we will never give up until we kill you."

The Gao Da Yuan Clan seemed to be the leader among them. He looked at Zhuo Yifan with a flash of firmness in his eyes.

Zhuo Yifan murmured inwardly that something was wrong.

All Yuanzu's cold iron long arrows locked on Zhuo Yifan, and under the interference of this chaotic space, he couldn't take the risk of using teleportation, and the situation was critical.

"Amitabha, the world is suffering so much, why don't you put down the butcher knife, cut off the suffering, and reach bliss together!"

Just when the Yuanzu master was about to give an order, and Zhuo Yifan was about to launch the dark magic cannon, a loud and ethereal voice sounded.

This voice was like a clear stream, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

Everyone who heard the voice felt a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts, and the original hostility was suppressed all of a sudden.

The killing intent naturally subsided.

"Master Kongwu?"

Zhuo Yifan said happily.

I saw a silver figure slowly falling in the void, and as he fell, it seemed that there were hundreds of millions of silver rays of light swaying to all parts of the world, but where the silver lights shone, everything returned to peace.

It was Master Kongwu who prevented Zhu Chen from exploding himself in the chaotic star field.

At this moment, Master Kongwu is more ethereal, like a real god. He whispered in his mouth, obviously there is only one person, but it seems that there are countless people chanting scriptures in the depths of his heart, no matter how cruel the butcher is, at this moment Also put down the butcher knife and be enlightened.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth, and the power of the mind automatically formed a defense outside the body, preventing the invasion of the mind.