In the mid air, as the disciples of the temple Pavilion stopped, they were immediately surrounded by two groups of people.


    The group of as like as two peas in the front of the mountain, which seemed to have more than 100 figures, actually had only one person. If they looked carefully, they could see that the appearance of these guys was exactly the same.


    Obviously, these are all evil shadows, and they are all formed by the battle of the six winged dragon blood demon king!!


    "Ink dust."


    Huorong''s eyes were cold, staring at the ink dust statue standing on the top of the mountain, and her eyes sank slightly.


    The twelve blood guards and the disciples of the temple Pavilion also showed a serious look.


    "I didn''t expect to force you to such a point, but that guy still hides and refuses to show up. It seems that the previous device mania and arrogance are all pretended. It''s really disappointing."


    On the top of the mountain, Mo Chen had a sneer on his mouth and looked coldly at many Temple disciples, like judging a group of death row prisoners. He had a cat and mouse joke in his eyes and said indifferently: "the prince can give you one last chance. As long as you hand over the bastard or kill him, you will have a way to live. How about it?"


    Hearing the speech, Huorong immediately covered her eyes with anger and snorted coldly, "you dream!"


    The Dragon teeth in the twelve blood guards took a step forward in the air, stared at Mo Chen intensely, and resolutely said, "if you want to fight, we have never been afraid of anyone in the temple Pavilion, and what is the demon family!"


    "In that case," hearing the speech, Mo Chen''s eyes narrowed slightly. In his dark golden pupils, there was a cold killing intention, and his voice was suddenly cold: "then I''ll kill you one by one until the bastard appeared."


    While talking, the meaning of Yin cold in Mo Chen''s eyes became more and more strong. A cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. He couldn''t wait to see it with his own eyes. Later, the desperate panic expression of these Temple disciples and the comfortable scream.


    This despair and panic must be crushed with absolute strength in order to be more effective.


    Boom!


    With the wave of Mo Chen''s palm, the demon elite soldiers surrounded behind the disciples of the temple Pavilion suddenly burst into a powerful evil spirit.


    Whoosh whoosh!!!


    Then, the demons separated one after another. The original number of demons was only more than 100. In an instant, it reached thousands. The dense dark shadows immediately spread to the whole sky like an army!


    At that moment, it seemed that even the sky here became dark.


    The disciples of the temple Pavilion looked at this scene, and their hearts became heavy for a moment. They knew that the war would really be a life and death struggle. I can only hope that I can hold on until the portal opens.


    Huorong took a deep breath, then stared at the Dragon teeth headed by the twelve blood guards and whispered, "that ink dust, let me stop him."


    "OK."


    Hearing the speech, Long Ya nodded heavily. At this time, their boss long Bufan was absent, so they had to rely on Huorong to resist the prince of the demon family.


    "I''ll deal with one of the two evil generals." Liu Yunluo said in a low voice. Immediately, his mind moved. He suddenly changed his silver long sword into a black heavy sword.


    This Epee is a treasure he got from the Wu Sheng''s Secret collection. Scarlet runes are engraved on the heavy blade, which vaguely exudes a sense of awe.