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Chapter 302 The Demons Dance (6)

Under the leadership of Tie Mang, thousands of disciples from the Manwang Palace rushed into the Palace of Paradise.

With just a flick of a finger, the huge courtyard of Blissful Heaven Palace, which was formed by the merger of more than a dozen wealthy mansions, all the pavilions and pavilions were smashed at the same time, blasting into a large pit with a diameter of several miles on the spot.

Thousands of disciples from the Barbarian King's Palace, thousands of monks from the War Demon Palace, and a total of nearly [-] powerful physiques, are like ancient monsters, holding various heavy weapons and colliding with each other fiercely.

Head-to-head, blood against blood.

Roaring, shouting and killing, the eruption of secret methods is like the loud noise of a volcano exploding.

The terrifying combat technique tore through the void, shattered the earth, and even tore apart the flesh one by one.

The monks of the Battle Demon Hall are obviously at a disadvantage.

When the disciples of the Barbarian King's Hall raided, they were having extremely intimate exchanges with the female disciples of the Paradise of Paradise. In this state of communication, it was impossible for them to wear armor!

And the disciples of the Barbarian Palace did not give them a chance to put on their armor again.

Even if the armor of a monk can be put on the upper body with just a thought, the disciples of the Barbarian King's Palace did not give them this opportunity.

The monks of the War Devil Hall, shirtless, fought fiercely with the disciples of the Barbarian King Hall.

The sound of 'chichi' was endless, many monks of the War Demon Temple were torn apart by the opponent's heavy weapons, and a large amount of hot plasma was sprayed, making 'chichi' sounds on the ground.

There was a sharp and unpleasant roar in the distance.

A hoarse and old voice came from a distance: "It's a pity...you guys, be careful when you start, and try to keep the whole body... Tsk tsk, what a good material!"

At this juncture, the one who can say such a thing must be the old monster from the Demon Corpse Cave.

Only they would regard monks, especially the body of the body repairer, as so important. Every torn body of the body repairer would cause them inexplicable heartache.

'Giggle' chuckles came from all directions.

One after another, mysterious and unpredictable clouds rose up, turning into blood-colored eyes suspended in the air in all directions.These eyes, together with the chain-like clouds, turned into a big net, covering the Paradise of Paradise.

The frenzied bombardment of monks from the Barbarian King Hall and the War Demon Hall did not have the slightest aftermath to penetrate this huge magic net.

In the air, someone was whispering: "The 'Wuxiangyuan Demon Pocket' of the Secret Demon Cliff... Tsk tsk, which old devil made the move? These disciples who died in battle happen to be the tonic of this magic pocket."

Someone was drooling, and the sound of swallowing saliva was like the ravings of countless insects, and the sound of "snapping" sounded in the ears of countless people: "Hey, these incoming physical cultivators, as well as the disciples of the War Demon Palace, are full of essence and blood. , very strong, this body of blood... tsk tsk, delicious!"

There are even tens of thousands of disheveled disciples of the Bliss Heaven Palace, rushing out from the collapsed pavilions and pavilions, and they are about to escape from the chaotic battlefield, but they suddenly find that their residences have been completely destroyed. Xiangyuan Modou, the rare spiritual treasure in the secret magic cliff, was sealed.

"Tu Laomo, what are you doing?" Hongluan, who had appeared in Gaojing before, was severely injured by Huasangnv and nearly died, and managed to escape, only wrapped in a red ribbon, suddenly appeared from a cloud of pink smoke.

She jumped on her feet and cursed in a hissing voice: "Let go of a road, otherwise, I will never end with you, old lady!"

In the void, the blood-colored eyes of countless infinite element magic pockets blinked at the same time, and a cold and heartless voice came from the void: "Sister Hongluan, it's not my brother, I'm going to embarrass you... these incoming physical training, That's it...hehe, don't let anyone go."

Old Demon Tu said coldly: "I'm sorry, sister Hongluan, take this group of girls and help the little brats of the War Demon Palace. Hey, hey!"

With a loud bang, a monk from the War Demon Temple was kicked away by the opponent.

He roared and stuck his head in Yuan Mo's pocket.

A few blood-colored eyes flickered, and blood-colored smoke emitted from the whole body of the cultivator of the War Demon Palace. Accompanied by the shrill howl, his body struggled violently, and turned into a cloud of flying ash in an instant.

The essence and blood of the whole body were instantly sucked clean by the Yuan Modou, and the soul was also swallowed by the Yuan Modou. In the void, there was another blood-colored eye the size of a palm.

Tie Mang raised his head in astonishment. He looked at the Yuan Mo Pocket covering the surrounding fields, and hissed, "Hey, is there an old ghost to make a move? Come, come, come, let's fight!"

Tie Mang roared, his skin wriggled, and pieces of black dragon scales spewed out from under the skin.

His body squirmed, and in an instant it swelled to a height of three feet, his strength soared, and his body was overflowing with black devilish energy. With a heavy halberd in his hand, he smashed the bones and tendons of the three disciples who were besieging him in front of him. Cracked, vomited blood and flew far away.

Tie Mang's right leg hit the ground heavily, he stomped his feet continuously, and hissed, "Old Ancestor, help me!"

A terrifying force erupted from Tie Mang's body, and a ball of blood-colored flame shot up from the top of his head. He roared, and the blood-colored flame turned into a huge fist with a diameter of [-] feet. On the magic pocket.

Yuan Modou shook slightly.

Without any sound, the blood-colored giant fist exploded, and the blood-colored flames poured down the sky like a torrential rain.

There was nothing unusual about Yuan Modou, and there were still countless blood-colored eyes blinking, looking down at the War Demon Palace, the Barbarian Palace and the disciples of the Paradise of Paradise that were enveloped inside.

Hongluan was so angry that she trembled all over.

She hissed: "Old Devil Tu, you have the kind... you, you... someone will settle accounts with you!"

She turned around and yelled loudly a few times. Tens of thousands of disciples of Blissful Heaven Palace gathered together. In an instant, all kinds of strange fairy sounds rang out together, and pink mist gushed out with a strange fragrance. The disciples of the War Demon Hall and the Barbarian King Hall were shrouded in it.

The disciples of the Bliss Heaven Palace are not very good at head-to-head confrontation, but the methods of all kinds of demons and heretics are endless.

They collectively displayed their secret supernatural powers, and seeing the monks in the Barbarian King's Hall, their movements slowed down, and their eyes were a little blurred... Afterwards, their faces turned red quickly, and there was a faint sense of animality in their panting.

The monks of the Battle Demon Hall took advantage of this opportunity to quickly regain some disadvantages.

Nearly a hundred monks from the Barbarian King's Palace were beheaded, and then their bodies quickly turned into fly ash. Obviously, everything was plundered by Yuan Modou.

On Yuanmo's pocket, there were nearly a hundred blood-colored eyes blinking.

Tie Mang, who was a little pale, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet fiercely.

He hesitated for a moment, and took out a purple iron egg the size of a human head and shaped like a chicken.Weighing the iron egg in his hands, Tie Mang let out a loud roar and threw the iron egg viciously.

The direction in which the iron egg was thrown was in the team of disciples from the Heavenly Palace of Bliss who were singing and dancing gracefully.

There was a loud noise, and the iron egg exploded.

Countless purple thunderbolts splashed, and then the plasma fire exploded, and a short mushroom cloud rushed up. The terrifying destructive power violently oscillated and tore the Yuanmo pocket, and countless blood-colored eyes suddenly burst out with extremely strong light. The Essence Demon Pocket touched by the egg immediately burst into countless large and small cracks.

Hongluan vomited blood, and rushed out of the cloud of lightning and fire with most of her mutilated body.

Behind her, only a few or eight disciples of Bliss Heaven Palace escaped.

The other tens of thousands of disciples, all of them delicate and beautiful like flowers and jade, were all blown to ashes by that iron egg.

When Tie Mang threw the iron egg, the monks in the Barbarian King's Palace almost all lay on the ground with their heads in their arms.The monks of the War Demon Palace who fought against them were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, they wanted to harvest their lives with their weapons in hand.

Clouds of lightning and fire swept across, and the terrifying impact rolled up the monks of the War Demon Temple in place. The high temperature, electric current, and energy flow full of destructive aura crazily eroded these shirtless monks of the War Demon Temple.

Some of the slightly weaker monks of the War Demon Temple suffered from muscle atrophy all over their bodies, their internal organs collapsed, and they vomited blood and died suddenly.

Those cultivators of the War Demon Temple who were strong enough were also bruised all over their bodies by the blast. Many of them were so shocked that they vomited blood, fell to the ground, and were rushed to the ground by the shock wave.

"Hey hey hey!" Tie Mang laughed wildly triumphantly: "Chop off the head and bring it back, I'm going to order that little black jade gem!"

Tie Mang was so excited that he screamed "Aww": "Hurry up, chop off people's heads, chop off more, and take them back!"

"Fang Huoxie, you bastards, look at your uncle Tie Mang, what's going on..."

The Yuan Mo pocket shook violently, and countless blood-colored eyes flashed with a terrifying blood light. They suddenly and simultaneously glanced at Tie Mang.

Countless bloody rays of light shot from all directions like sharp knives, hitting Tie Mang intensively.

Tie Mang's body froze, he lowered his head dully, looking at his body that was riddled with holes in an instant, his body swayed, watching his majestic body rapidly wither and shrink.

He murmured: "Lao Tzu's... Acquired... Spirit..."

'puff'!
Tie Mang also exploded into a cloud of fly ash.

Yuan Modou's countless blood-colored eyes flickered unsteadily, thin bloody rays fell from the sky densely, and silently, the disciples of the Barbarian King Hall who were enveloped by Yuan Modou fell down one by one, and their bodies exploded into flying ash in an instant.

An extremely violent roar came from a distance: "Old Demon Tu, why didn't you attack earlier? You have to wait for my disciples to die and injure so many... Sister Hongluan, let's join hands and give Old Demon Tu a ruthless blow!" ?”

One arm and two legs had been blasted to nothing, and Hongluan, who was vomiting blood, curled up on the ground, staring blankly at the place where tens of thousands of female disciples disappeared, her heart ached to bleed!

"Tu Lao Mo, I will never end with you!" Hongluan screamed hoarsely...

The heaven and earth regained their inspiration, and for the first time, the Bliss Heavenly Palace sent out the disciples on a large scale. Unexpectedly, within a few days of the good times, the entire army was wiped out in Yangcheng.

This matter was reported back to the mountain gate... Hong Luan, the leader of the team, is afraid to...

Tu Lao Mo's cold voice came from afar: "Blame me? Your own disciples are useless, blame me? How expensive is this primordial magic pocket to activate? You don't have a spirit treasure to accompany you, you don't understand... Scared, what are you explaining to you poor ghosts?"

From all directions, low-pitched whispers continued to sound.

Many senior officials of the six schools of magic used various methods to exchange opinions and express their opinions.

Some people are lamenting the loss of thousands of female disciples in the Paradise of Paradise.

However, there were also people who gloated and laughed in a low voice: "This group of show-girls, it can be regarded as retribution... Hehe..."

(End of this chapter)