Wulou attacked ruthlessly and left no room for mercy. He stabbed and pried with his sword, digging out the spiritual roots of those disciples who were trying to escape.

For a moment, the screams of those whose spiritual roots were forcibly taken away resounded throughout the world.

Hengyi gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty, and was forced to raise his sword to meet the enemy.

However, faced with the absolute crushing strength of Wulou, which was comparable to that of an Immortal Venerable, Hengyi Zhenzun was finally defeated after barely resisting one move.

He half-knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and he was gasping for breath.

On the other side, Wulou was breathing steadily, with a smile on his lips, and was approaching him step by step.

Ling Xiao Zhenzun stared at the front, not daring to be distracted at all.

But at this moment, the shrill screams of a group of disciples disturbed his mind.

He looked back and saw that no less than fifty puppets had formed a circle and were brutally slaughtering the disciples.

On one side was the Wulou who was forcing her towards him again, and on the other side were the disciples who fell in a pool of blood one after another.

Whether to save himself or save others, Hengyi Zhenzun is in a dilemma.

Finally, he made a decision.

Hengyi turned around and rushed into the encirclement of the puppets, leaving his back to Wulou.

The corners of Wulou's mouth curled up sarcastically, and confusion appeared in his eyes.

But he regained his composure in an instant and continued to approach Hengyi Zhenzun.

"Haha, so stupid!"

It was difficult enough for Zhenzun Hengyi to face the Manglou alone, and now he had to divide his strength to protect a group of disciples.

As soon as Tu Yi was distracted, the sword pierced his heart and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wulou gripped the hilt of the sword, the sword slowly stirred in his heart, and blood gushed out.

"True Master Hengyi!"

The sect disciples shouted.

His eyes were red and filled with fear.

"It's over! It's over. Even the True Master Hengyi has fallen. I'm afraid we're finished too."

At this time, everyone had no fighting spirit and only wanted to escape.

But as soon as they turned around, the puppet behind them smashed their skulls with a palm, and blood gushed out.

Without Hengyi's protection, the disciples were like lambs to be slaughtered.

One after another, they fell in a pool of blood.

"True Master Hengyi, help!"

In despair, the disciples could only repeatedly call out to the True Lord Hengyi, because they knew clearly that only the True Lord Hengyi would never abandon them.

Master Hengyi witnessed his disciples lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He suddenly raised his head stubbornly, his eyes fierce, and he looked resolute, as if he had made some decision.

Hengyi suddenly took a step forward, and the sword pierced into her chest and came out from her back.

He grabbed Wulou's sword-holding wrist without warning and forced him to rush into the city with him.

Wulou looked at him in surprise, and instantly understood his thoughts: "Want to self-destruct and die?"

Instantly, Wulou frowned, and asked in confusion, "Is it worth it for these ungrateful sect disciples?"

Hengyi didn't say anything, his eyes were firm and there was no hesitation at all.

There was a hint of panic in Wulou's eyes, and he slapped Hengyi on the head.

"Crack!" Hengyi's skull shattered and blood flowed down his cheeks.

True Master Hengyi held onto the monster tower tightly and continued to rush towards the city, erupting with a loud shout:

"Immortal Master Chihua, I will leave first!"

"boom!!!"

A powerful being in the realm of True Venerable fell, and the aftermath of the self-explosion poured out in all directions like a tidal wave.

The rotten wood of the dilapidated buildings in Baihua City collapsed piece by piece and turned into ashes.

There is no grass growing within a hundred miles.