With ten trillion disciples, my demon sect is invincible!

Fuck!

Looking at the more than 20 figures appearing in the void!

All the creatures watching the battle were confused!

"What's going on? Is today an auspicious day to attack the Demon Cult? Why are there still people here?"

"No, the leader's cultivation is obviously at the Great Saint Realm!"

"The Shadow Clan, it's the Shadow Clan, that person should be Ying Changkong!" An old man shouted in surprise!

Ying Changkong!

All the creatures were shocked!

This is an extraordinary figure. It is said that he once assassinated a powerful man at the seventh level of the Great Saint, although that powerful man was seriously injured!

But he also made his reputation in an instant!

At this time, a trace of confusion flashed in Ying Changkong's eyes. You know, their Shadow Clan is best at hiding and assassination!

But the other party not only discovered them, but also forced them out!

All of a sudden, their Shadow Clan's advantage was reduced by more than half!

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a peerless monster who can comprehend two laws in the Saint Realm!

What a pity!

The gap in strength is not so easy to make up!

A trace of decisiveness flashed in Ying Changkong's eyes. With him, it would not take half an hour to kill the people of the Demon Cult. With a wave of his hand!

More than 20 disciples of the Shadow Clan rushed to the Demon Cult in an instant!

Many high-level members of the Demon Cult looked at the attacking enemies, and a trace of blood flashed in their eyes!

Normally, with the current strength of the Demon Cult headquarters, it is completely impossible to resist the Shadow Clan, because no one can be his opponent for Guangying Changkong, a master of the Great Saint level!

But!

When has the Demon Cult ever been normal!

A trace of coldness flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes. He took a step forward, quickly took out a scroll from his arms, and threw it into the sky!

"The leader's hand order is here, and all enemies should be suppressed!"

The scroll quickly opened in the sky, emitting infinite black light!

A figure wearing a demon robe slowly walked out of the scroll, with demon flames all over his body, and bloody murderous aura directly enveloped the area within a radius of thousands of miles. He was extremely domineering. Although the figure was blurred, all living beings knew that this was Zhou Motou!

After all, I have heard that this kind of scroll has been used by people in the Demon Cult before!

The figure looked at the Ying Changkong and the others who were rushing over with cold eyes, slowly opened his mouth, and a cold voice came out:

"Suppress!"

Buzz.!

The void kept shaking, and the space of thousands of miles was instantly locked. The bloody aura between heaven and earth instantly became more than dozens of times denser. Even the creatures hiding and watching thousands of miles away felt the threat of death!

The space continued to compress, as if to suppress all the Shadow Clan to death!

At this time, Ying Changkong was also shocked. Although he had heard of this kind of scroll of the Demon Cult a long time ago, he still felt incredible when he saw it!

A word sealed by a scroll can actually change the law!

It's really terrifying!

"Chakra - Shadow Stab Technique!"

Ying Changkong shouted, holding a dagger and stabbing forward!

Boom boom boom!

Bang!

The terrifying vibration exploded instantly, the space was shattered, and tiny black holes began to form in the void and quickly disappeared!

The earth was broken badly, with gullies and ravines all over the place, and it was a mess!

After a long time, the space was calmed!

The scroll lost its light and flew back to Li Changsheng's hand!

All the creatures looked at the other side of the Shadow Clan, only to see that Ying Changkong's clothes were torn and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was obviously injured!

And more than 20 other Shadow Clan members were directly killed, and the rest were also seriously injured!

Puff!

Ying Changkong spit out blood again, and his breath stabilized. At this time, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. One word injured him, and his strength could not be exerted to 80%!

This Zhou demon is even more terrifying than the legend!

But I, Ying Changkong, am a great sage-level strongman!

Even if I only have 80% of my strength, I can still beat you nine out of ten!

Fog grass!

Li Changsheng had just taken back the scroll, and took out another scroll, threw it out and shouted:

"Here is the master's order, to suppress all enemies!"

The figure appeared again, the magic flames spread, the void shook, the space was locked, and the word "Zhen" appeared!

Fuck!

Ying Changkong was confused and cursed secretly, grandma, is your scroll mass-produced!

Such an awesome scroll, one is not enough, you have two!

"Chakra-Shadow Killing Technique!"

Boom!

The vibration appeared, and the space continued to compress!

Puff!

Ying Changkong spit out a large mouthful of blood again, and the damage on his body increased again, but he didn't care about the damage on his body at this time. Looking at Li Changsheng opposite, he yelled directly:

"Fuck, are you done!"

Li Changsheng looked at him with a cold face, slowly took out the third scroll, and threw it into the sky!

A quarter of an hour later!

Boom!

With the last shock!

Peace returned to the world, and Li Changsheng did not take out the scroll again, because there were only three of them in the Demon Cult's main hall!

This kind of scroll that seals Zhou Qiong's words is very difficult to make!

Even Zhou Qiong needs a long time to make one!

In fact, this scroll was made very early. At that time, Zhou Qiong's cultivation was only the fourth or fifth level of the Saint, and the strength that could be exerted after the scroll was sealed was completely incomparable to Zhou Qiong himself!

If the scroll was made with Zhou Qiong's current cultivation, just one could kill Ying Changkong directly!

Puff puff puff!

Ying Changkong, who was standing in the sky, half-knelt in the sky, coughing up blood in his mouth, and quickly ate a few healing pills!

But he was glad in his eyes!

If there was one more scroll like this, he would die!

Ying Changkong looked back, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. The disciples of the Shadow Clan he brought with him had all been turned into ashes!

It can be said that he died before he could achieve his goal!

Now he was the only commander left without any troops!

Huh!

The anger in Ying Changkong continued to riot. After taking a few deep breaths, he barely stabilized!

At this time, he could only exert less than 40% of his strength!

Looking at the people of the Demon Cult in the distance, he murmured:

"It's not too bad. At least now, although I am seriously injured, I can still kill the people of the Demon Cult. It will only take a little effort!"

A trace of hatred flashed in Ying Changkong's eyes. If he had killed the people of the Demon Cult because of gratitude and reward before, then now it was revenge. He wanted to avenge the disciples of the Shadow Clan!

"Die!"

Ying Changkong shouted and rushed towards the people of the Demon Cult again!

A trace of coldness flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes. The opponent was now seriously injured, and the Demon Cult had the ability to resist!

Mo Wudao stood up, holding a spear and shouted:

"Disciples of the Demon Cult, listen to my order, those who are above half-saints quickly form a formation and kill the enemy!"

"Yes!" Many disciples of the Demon Cult above half-saints shouted!

They scattered in an instant and formed a large demon formation!

A six-armed demon god with a height of 100,000 feet appeared in the sky above the Demon Peak, roaring to the sky!