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Yi Baiyu's gentle voice was the only word that could describe him, but the reality could only be described with the word cruel.

Surround?

Most of the martial artists could not sit still any longer. They suddenly stood up and looked around. However, there was not a single person in sight. Rubbing their eyes, they realized that it was still empty.

Not to mention the three-legged cats, even Bai Cai was looking down on them. This arrogance did not mean anything, but it only meant that there was nothing in his line of sight. There was nothing that could be called an enemy at all.

"Master, what are we surrounded by?" Bai Cai blinked his eyes and asked Master San Jie. Bai Cai was like a piece of white paper, too pure.

San Jie shook his head: "Don't ask too much, be careful." He had roamed the martial arts world for dozens of years, always coming and going as he pleased. He knew that Yi Baiyu was not as heavy as the train today. If Demonic Cult really made a comeback, it would truly be a disaster for the martial arts world. It was hard to imagine the power of annihilation.

San Jie did not participate in the showdown between the righteous path in the years of cultivation and Demonic Cult, but the powerful expression could be seen from how Master Mingxuan kept the topic of the burning duel between the righteous path and the Demonic Cult while recounting the events that had transpired in the past.

Could it be that the Demonic Cult would once again stir up the bloody rain in the Jianghu? Back then, the Demonic Cult was destroyed by the six sects and they had to leave the Jianghu for nearly a hundred years. In this kind of situation, they dared to show their Demonic Cult high and mighty, and even caused the eight great sects' core forces to be destroyed in one fell swoop. Otherwise, if the Eight Major Sects were to join hands again and Mi Qingying appears once more, the outcome of their Demonic Cult would definitely be very tragic. They would once again return in a miserable state, and the Eight Major Sects would definitely not give the Demonic Cult the chance to revive.

The opportunity given to him by the Demonic Cult was truly very good.

The Eight Major Sects sent their six major sects, only Kindly's Ferry and Witch Spirit Temple did not come. These two major sects' specialty was that there were not many people in Mi Qing, so any one of them could be a super expert with a power of one to a hundred. Moreover, the two great sects had a common characteristic, which was that they were mysterious. Forget about outsiders, even the people inside the sects might not recognize them even after going out for a long time. Kindly's Ferry and Linglong Pavilion were the same. They were both female, and both were of the fairy rank.

These six major sects were all members of the younger generation, and there were very few experts from the older generation. This time, the various sects viewed the Wulin Congress as a great opportunity for the young disciples to gain experience. Although it was impossible for them to find Dragon Roar Divine Sword, they might not be able to find it themselves. The Dragon Roar Divine Sword s were not so easy to find. The five divine artifacts had been legends for close to a thousand years, who had actually acquired them? However, since there was such a legend, they would rather believe it. Everyone diligently searched for it. If there was nothing to do, they would wander up the mountain twice. It would be better to just take it as exercise.

"Yi Baiyu, just blow the air, if we want to come, then come, if you want to leave, then surround us? Do you think we righteous people in the martial arts world are easy to bully? I don't believe that you alone can surround hundreds of us! " A burly man from an unknown sect or sect asked Yi Baiyu while pulling at his throat, only after seeing that no one came.

"So what if there are hundreds of you? It's just a bunch of trash, are you sure that the people surrounding you are people? Couldn't a wolf? Can't a beast do that? "Haha." Yi Baiyu said with a mocking smile.

"ROAR!" Aooo!

Mouth hole! Mouth hole! Hole...

Just as Yi Baiyu finished speaking, the sounds of wild beasts came from his Clouds Mountain. They surrounded him in all directions, blotting out the sky.

Everyone revealed panicked expressions as they looked around. At this time, the earth was trembling and the mountains were shaking, and a large fog filled the air. The sounds of countless wild beasts' iron hooves sounded out in a concentrated manner, as if they were the steps of the god of death, step by step, fear filled everyone's heart.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the surroundings were covered in shadows. The only thing that could be seen was an eerie blue glow, and the low sounds of holes appearing in everyone's ears.

His mind was filled with an indescribable sense of emptiness and fear because he couldn't see. The fog was too thick to see clearly even if he popped his eyes out — he couldn't see what kind of beasts they were, where they came from, or how many of them were there.

The unknown. Everything was unknown. The fear that this unknown caused was hard to imagine.

Actually, only experts were able to participate in Wulin Congress, and even third-rate experts were experts. Most of them were staunch men, and the word 'fear' had always been unfamiliar to them. Facing such a powerful enemy, even if they were to die, they wouldn't be able to cause such a suffocating fear.

Now, even though they had weapons in their hands, they had no confidence at all. They didn't know where the beasts would suddenly pounce from. Just think about it, if a vicious wolf were to pounce on you and bite you in the throat, would you have any chance of survival?

The crowd was thrown into disarray, and although experts from all sects were trying their best to stabilize the situation, they were thrown into disarray.

The fear in their hearts nearly drove them mad. Their bodies trembled, and their hands were already sweating from their weapons. The sun was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, so for the time being, they didn't have the strength to fight against the dark clouds.

Looking at the rolling black clouds in the sky, there was no sadness or joy in Ji Tiandao's heart. Will the martial arts world be as empty of tomorrow as it is now?

The pale blue light glinted with a bloodthirsty light. Gray mane, white teeth, and powerful limbs.

Ji Tiandao waved his Invincible Magic Knife and the wolf split into two, blood splattering all over the ground.

At the same time, miserable cries filled the entire Wulin Congress scene.

Ah!" "Ah!

Hearing the endless screams, no one could keep their cool anymore. Tang Xiao, Xue Yu, Ying Bilian, Bai Cai, Master San Jie, and the experts from the Flowerflower Sect of the Heavenly Dao Sect were retreating in an orderly fashion.

Ordinary experts wielded their weapons like madmen, randomly dodging and running around. Some of them had killed their own people, some had been killed by their own people, some had been bitten to death by wild beasts, some had been wounded by beasts' blood splashed all over, and some had been fighting the wolves to the death.

The scene of the Wulin Congress became a battlefield for the Shura. The smell of blood floated into everyone's nose along with the heavy wind, telling them how tragic this fight had been. No one knew how many people died or how many wild beasts died. They only knew that they had to protect themselves and their lives, so they were hysterical.

Yi Baiyu had already disappeared. San Jie and the others noticed that there were a few more people on the field, including ghosts, lightning speeds, strange movements, and decisive attacks. They rode the wild beasts and killed an uncountable number of Wulin Master s.

San Jie and the others tried to intercept them, but they could not catch any trace of their movements.

Even San Jie cannot do it! A sense of fear also rose in San Jie's heart. He did not know how many people were killed in this massacre, he only knew that Demonic Cult had a plan and an organization for their return. The ghosts that ran these events were all experts. If he fought head on with Shi Ziteng, he might not be his match …

Was this all going to end with the destruction of a decent army?

Ji Tiandao dragged his Invincible Magic Knife along as he stood in the pool of blood.

That thought suddenly flashed across his mind. With his experience, the thick stench of blood and internal organs of both humans and beasts was causing him to feel nauseous.

Just as the hearts of every living righteous person were enveloped in fear and despair, the melodious sound of a flute rang out.

The sound of the flute was like a mother's hand, causing every restless and desperate heart to mysteriously calm down. The bloody wind gradually dispersed, and the fog slowly thinned.

The survivors were all stunned for three seconds as they looked at the scene before them. The Lunar Restoration was churning as they bent over to vomit …

The people who died on the field were all righteous people, their bodies were separated from each other, their limbs flew everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and not a single beast could be seen, there were no lions, wolves, tigers, leopards, not a single one, only six people, six people hidden in black cloaks with deep blue, dark green, blood-red eyes, or more accurately, devils …

On the side of the field, the person who played the flute appeared. He was dressed in snow-white clothes, his sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were filled with compassion.

"As expected of a fairy from Kindly's Ferry. She broke the Hundred Beasts Sky Demon Formation that I taught her with a light tune. Amazing." An extremely handsome and spotless handsome man stepped onto the air. Before he even arrived, his voice could be heard.