Chapter 1317

In order to help the altar, Xiang Huanan did not hesitate to bear Meng Zhang's heavy blow. Only at the cost of being seriously injured did he get rid of Meng Zhang's restraint.

The unicorn devil, who was as eager to rescue the altar as South China, paid a greater price.

Under the fierce attack of Mo Qingzhen Jun and others, the one horned dog devil lost half of his body and was able to escape.

But whether it is to South China or the unicorn devil, it is still a step too late despite paying a high price.

The two yin-yang soldiers with the strength of Yuanshen period worked together to smash the ring onto the altar.

All the protective measures arranged on the altar could not stop the attack.

After the ring fell on the altar, with a loud noise, the whole altar collapsed completely.

Originally flying back in a hurry, he looked at the collapse of the altar in South China and was scared to death.

It took a lot of manpower and material resources to build this altar, which almost exhausted the accumulation of many years from home.

All these are not enough. The most important thing is that this altar is a channel to connect the demon God.

When the altar is destroyed, Xiangjia not only loses the way to obtain the power of the demon God, but also is likely to offend the demon God.

He was furious and went to South China. Instead of looking for the trouble of the two yin-yang soldiers in the yuan God period, he flew directly to the ruins of the altar to see if it was possible to recover.

The one horned dog demon jumped at two yin-yang soldiers with a roar.

The one horned dog demon is powerful. It is not suitable for the yin-yang soldiers in the Yuanshen period. It needs to spend a lot of precious materials. Meng Zhang doesn't want them to be easily damaged here.

Under Meng Zhang's control, the two yin-yang soldiers turned into a black-and-white airflow and flew back to the yin-yang Linghu.

The one horned dog devil didn't stop and continued to rush towards Meng Zhang.

Meng Zhang was not afraid of a demon. A simple mirror flew out of his head, emitting golden light.

The magic subduing golden light released by the magic subduing mirror has extremely powerful lethality to demons.

Facing the golden light of subduing demons, the one horned dog demon, who was already seriously injured, had to step back and roar reluctantly.

The altar collapsed and turned into ruins. Black airflow flew out of the altar ruins and shot in all directions.

Xianghua seemed to be in a trance because the altar was destroyed, and stood there quietly in a daze.

At least he was also a great monk in the later period of Yuanshen. He didn't take the initiative, and no one took the initiative to provoke him.

Several demons who came with Mo Qingzhen Jun saw the black airflow flying out one after another, just like a vicious dog saw fresh meat, rushed over one by one and tried their best to collect the black airflow.

These seemingly unattractive black airstreams are extremely pure magic spirits, which play a very important role in magic.

The ceremony was not completely completed, the communication with the demon God was not completely completed, and the demon God did not start to give strength.

But a little breath from the magic God infected the whole altar and condensed so many pure essence of magic spirit.

In the distance, Zhang Wei could see the altar destroyed and knew that nothing could be done. This plan was a complete failure.

He had no other thoughts except that he hated Meng Zhang more in his heart.

It's meaningless to continue fighting with Nanzhu Zhenjun.

Zhang Wei can force Nanzhu Zhenjun back with a few moves, so he is ready to leave here.

As for Mo Qingzhen and those demons, they have their own way out and don't need him to care.

Xiang Hua, standing in front of the ruins of the altar, has lost his mind because of extreme anger.

Meng Zhang, who suddenly attacked, Zhang Weineng, who harbored evil intentions, and Bai songzhenjun, who provoked internal strife, all became the targets he hated. He could hardly wait to eat them all alive.

Seeing that Zhang Weineng was about to leave here, Xiang Huanan finally couldn't stand it anymore and took out his last and biggest card.

He took out a small statue and threw it into the air.

The statue is small and exquisite, but it hides incredible power.

Because the shape of the statue is the Dharma phase of the demon God, the Lord of the magic plow house, who has been worshipped to his family for many years, and there is a wisp of breath of the Lord of the magic plow house on it.

The statue has been worshipped to the family for many years. The family friars praise the demon God in front of the statue day and night.

This statue not only has some miracles for a long time, but also can use the breath of the master of the magic plow house to urge a killing move with great lethality.

However, this killing move is a large-scale killing move. Once cast, it will attack all creatures around regardless of the enemy and ourselves.

More importantly, the statue will be automatically damaged after urging the demon spirit breath in the statue.

This is no different from disrespect to the demon God.

If it weren't for the last minute, Xiang Jia wouldn't use such a killing move.

The family's plan for many years failed, and the family's hope was destroyed. Under the attack of anger to South China, regardless of the consequences, they had to leave all the monks present.

Of course, although the reason is almost completely lost, there is still some confidence to launch indiscriminate attacks on South China.

He has been devoutly worshipping the demon God to the family for many years, and has gradually become accustomed to the smell of the demon God.

Facing the indiscriminate attack from the statue, Xiang's children will have stronger resistance than other monks.

When the statue flew into the air, it immediately began to grow larger and quickly changed into a huge statue with a height of 100 feet.

The statue looked down and said to Mo Qingzhen.

"It turned out to be a bad thing for the family members of the old famine thief."

With a casual word, the statue naturally put the black pot of the failure of the ceremony on the head of Mo Qingzhen.

Xiang Huanan, who was going to bear the impact of the killing move, was shocked to see that the statue actually spoke.

In this statue, there was only a breath of the master of the magic plow house, and there was no consciousness of the demon God.

But the statue spoke, indicating that its consciousness clearly came here.

At the thought of the cruel means of the Lord of the magic plow to treat the losers, he fell into great fear to South China. His brain was blank and almost lost all his consciousness.

In fact, when the statue spoke, the heavenly palace far above the nine days also fell into a panic.

A great power of returning to emptiness, which is rare in the cultivation world, is busy everywhere.

Some people can't help shouting.

"All of you work hard and start the power of the immortal array quickly. It's really unlucky. Why did the demon God come at this time."

"Fortunately, with the immortal array blocking, the demon God can't break into the Jun dust world."

Some return to emptiness and can try to comfort everyone.

In the face of this chaotic scene, some people really can't see it.

"What are you panicking about? You're also a retreat friar anyway. Don't you have any eyesight?"

"The Jun dust world is guarded by the immortal array. The demon God will not come and ask for trouble."

"It's just a wisp of consciousness coming from the demon God. What big waves can it turn over?"

With this yell, everyone began to calm down.

"You see, the demon God is really smart. He retracted so quickly."

The man who just yelled at everyone showed off a bit proudly.

"Demon consciousness has come for a while, won't it leave any future trouble?"

Someone asked carefully.

"What future trouble can you leave in such a short time?"

"Even if there is a little trouble, the little guys below know how to solve it."

"Isn't it the meaning of your so-called Holy Land Sect to solve these small problems?"

The man continued to speak with a sense of reason.

Probably frightened by his momentum, everyone fell into a long silence.

At this time, everyone in the valley did not know what kind of disaster would happen to them immediately.

The statue glanced at South China and the unicorn devil at random.

The unicorn devil uttered a cry of mercy.

The statue was unmoved and just stared at the unicorn demon.

The unicorn demon's huge body exploded like a balloon, and the wailing voice immediately disappeared.

The statue stared at Mo Qingzhen again.

Mo Qingzhen Jun's body suddenly exploded without accident.

Seeing this scene, all the remaining monks in the field were taken by the dead, and they were at a loss.

Even the late great friars like Meng Zhang, Zhang Weineng and Nanzhu Zhenjun could not afford to resist at all.

What kind of magic is this? It's terrible.

Just a casual stare can kill a strong man like Mo Qingzhen Jun without resistance.

You know, although Mo Qingzhen Jun shows only the cultivation in the middle of the yuan God, his real strength is far more than that.

The statue is so powerful that the demon God himself came.

Demon gods can compete with real immortals. Even if Huixu meets them, they can only run for their lives early.

In the field, these Yuanshen friars had no choice but to die obediently in the face of the coming demon God.

Just when the people were frightened, the huge body of the statue suddenly dissipated.

Before the astonished people could breathe a sigh of relief, bursts of vague whispers sounded around and spread into everyone's ears.

With the whispering sound, all the monks present fell into a trance, and their minds began to become blurred.

The whispering voice doesn't know where it comes from, and it seems to be everywhere.

Many practitioners in the valley collapsed to the ground and lost all their resistance.

A few monks with high accomplishments can barely keep awake and concentrate all their will to compete with the whispering voice.

But they could barely keep their mind, and could not move at all, let alone move.

A moment later, several demons in the field changed first.

There was a violent twist in their collapsed bodies.

As if there were no bones, the body spontaneously made many incredible movements.

The twisted body began to change rapidly, one thick bone spur broke out, and one tentacle drilled out of the body

All the monks present were familiar with this situation, which was completely demonized.

These demons turned into demons.

Evil cultivation and evil things are not the same thing.

Evil cultivation is often composed of human practitioners who practice evil ways.

These practitioners took the initiative to choose the path of demon cultivation.

But the Warcraft is passively demonized by all kinds of creatures, including humans, birds and animals, flowers, plants, insects, fish and so on.

In the eyes of many demons, demons are only lower animals, and their own family is higher creatures.

If it is not a last resort, few demons are willing to completely become demons.

From the situation in the field, these demons certainly did not take the initiative to become demons.

In the valley, in addition to many high-level friars, there are many low-level friars.

In addition to the family members, these low-level friars also have the younger generation of these high-level friars.

They often play the role of factotum in the valley.

Their cultivation was the lowest, and their willpower was not strong enough. Under the attack of whispers, they had almost no resistance, and soon changed.

Soon, these low-level friars, like those magic friars, became twisting demons all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, the remaining monks seemed to know their next fate.

No normal cultivator is willing to become a demon.

They struggled desperately, but with no effect.

They resisted with all their strength, but could not resist the attack of whispers.

Originally, Meng Zhang, like others, had almost no resistance to the strange whispers.

In addition to lamenting the power of the demon God, it seems that there is no other way but to wait and die.

With the continuous attack of whispers, the magic subduing mirror originally floating on Meng Zhang's head sent out buzzing vibrations, and the light on the magic subduing mirror also flickered.

The vibration sound became stronger and stronger. The magic subduing mirror suddenly stopped, and several cracks appeared on the originally smooth mirror.

In the crack, several clear lights shot out and fell on Meng Zhang.

When Qingguang entered the body, Meng Zhang reluctantly restored his action ability.

Meng Zhang did not think that this magic mirror that specifically against the monster would be so awesome. In the face of the power of the demon God, they can resist.

Meng Zhang knew that this was the magic mirror, which helped him restore his freedom at the cost of losing his source.

The origin of the magic subduing mirror is limited and can't withstand long-term consumption.

Meng Zhang must take advantage of this rare opportunity to escape from here far away in order to get a chance of life.

Meng Zhang struggled to get up and walked outside the valley.

Along the way, all the friars he would see were collected into the void tripod.

When those self friars who barely kept awake saw Meng Zhang's actions, they were relieved.

There are also some people who lack cultivation and have completely lost consciousness.

There were some other monks in the field who saw Meng Zhang's actions and looked over with praying eyes.

Because of the influence of whispering voice, everyone has lost the ability to communicate with language and mind, and can only communicate with primitive eyes.

These people's praying eyes not only did not make Meng Zhang sympathize, but aroused the killing opportunity in Meng Zhang's heart.

In Meng Zhang's heart, these guys who covet the power of the demon God are all worthy of death.

It was their actions that led to today's disaster.