In the entire Xiuzhen Continent, aside from Mu Yan, the strongest musician's auxiliary power isn't something people like Xue Huailu can compare with.
Yun Ruohan and the others haven't even started fighting, but they already feel the spiritual power in their bodies draining away.
Their hands and feet feel like lead, they can't even lift their swords.
At this time, Yun Zhaoxing's crazy attack arrives.
"I want you demons to be buried with my children and wife!!"
Yun Ruohan wields the Ice Soul Sword and flies up.
Boom!!
A violent impact sent his entire body flying out.
With great difficulty, he stands up, but the clothes on his body are torn, revealing two bone-deep whip marks.
Yun Zhaoxing doesn't stop after the first whip, and the second whip follows.
Luo Yu is burning with anxiety, wanting to help Yun Ruohan.
But a deafening buzzing sound is heard.
Seven giant bell cauldrons descended from the sky.
Luo Yu hurriedly summons the puppets and Bi Fang to resist. However, each bell contains the powerful spiritual power of a Tribulation Stage cultivator.
Every time one falls, dozens or hundreds of puppets are crushed.
The flames on Bi Fang's body are also getting weaker and weaker.
Luo Yu grits his teeth, about to summon the Divine Beast Bai Ze.
However, at this time, the bells and drums sound again.
Then, he sees a row of bells the size of a mountain fall from the sky, directly covering him.
Xuan Yuan slowly descends, looking at the bells that trapped Luo Yu with satisfaction.
In his Heaven Confusion Bell, there is no spiritual power, so he can't expand his divine sense. Naturally, he can't summon the Divine Beast Bai Ze.
In this way, even the last threat doesn't exist.
He admits that these little bastards of the Xiaoyao Sect do have some ability.
If he gives them a few decades, or even a few years, he may not be their match.
But now, these little bastards are just ants that he can crush at any time.
"Xiao Qi!" Qin Jiu roars, rushing over to save Luo Yu.
But he is easily blocked by Xuan Yuan.
On the other side, Leng Yumo is facing the Iron Armor Guards led by Pei Yi, the chief of the Horton tribe.
Pei Yi's cultivation was still one step away from the Tribulation Stage, but his Iron Armor Guards were well-trained, and each of them wore defensive armors of the eighth rank or above. Ordinary swords, swords, water, and fire couldn't break them.
Leng Yumo was already having a hard time dealing with Pei Yi, who was at the pinnacle of the Astral Body Realm. Now that she was surrounded, she was in an even more difficult situation. In just a short while, she was already covered in injuries.
Ling Yusheng was the most relaxed of the five.
Because he was too fast.
Even though Elder Qin's cultivation was much higher than his, there was nothing he could do if he could not catch up to him.
However, not long after, Ling Yusheng had no choice but to stop his swift footsteps.
Elder Qin grabbed the girl named Xiao Ai from Yuan Wu Village and clutched her throat, laughing wildly. "Run! Lowly dog thing, if you have the guts, run again!! "
Humiliated, Ling Yusheng allowed the Ning Family to press him to the ground and kick him hard.
He was beaten black and blue all over, but he gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to make a sound.
Xiao Ai's grandfather knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
He suddenly stood up and pointed at everyone present: Xuan Yuan, Yun Zhaoxing, Elder Qin, Pei Yi, and Bi Lan.
Word by word, he used his hoarse voice to shout himself hoarse over and over again, "Who exactly is the demon?"
"Who exactly is the crazy demon?"
"It's you! It's you!! "
"Mu Le Pavilion, Ning Family, Yun Family, Horton Tribe, you are the beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs! You are the blasphemers! You are the ones who should go to the eighteenth level of hell!! "
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