The demon army was completely killed, but both the demon and human races suffered heavy casualties.

It was a life-and-death struggle, and more than twenty people died before they wiped out the entire demon army.

Everyone was terrified.

The fighting power of the demon army made them tremble. If they were not so few in number, they might have really turned the tables today.

Looking at Qingluo again, everyone's eyes were filled with fear and deep hatred.

It’s all because of Qingluo.

No, she is now a soul killer.

No matter how beautiful she is, no one dares to hit on her anymore.

She is simply too dangerous.

Even Jin Zhan and Shui Yuexiang looked very unhappy now, and there was a hint of coldness in their eyes when they looked at Qingluo.

They finally accepted reality.

Qingluo is no longer Qingluo, she is just Hunsha, a murderous demon. If she doesn't die, more people will die.

Once the battle here was over, without the distraction of these demonic armies, Qingluo no longer needed to use her spirit to control them, and her offensive became even more fierce.

She was fighting one against two and actually had the upper hand.

This really made Duanmu Zhantian a little annoyed.

Duanmu Zhantian is also at the sixth level of the immortal realm, but he was completely suppressed. It's so frustrating.

But there is no way, the difference in strength is just a slight difference.

Qingluo's attack became even more fierce.

Huo Lie was injured, but he still persisted.

Seeing that the battle here was over, Huo Lie could no longer help but ask for help.

"What are you still standing there for? Do you want her to become another demon again?"

Huo Lie's words immediately reminded everyone.

In an instant, everyone surrounded Qingluo.

Lian Fen was dispatched.

Qingluo was surrounded by everyone, her face became even colder, she wanted to retreat and fly into the sky.

But at this moment, a roar came from the sky.

"Hunsha, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Shenlong Yutian!"

Countless tongues of fire fell from the sky.

These tongues of fire are divine fire, which is the innate skill of Black Dragon Fen.

As if possessing spirituality, these tongues of fire actually covered Qingluo.

Qingluo's face turned pale, and she put her hands in a strange posture, as if she was holding a big ball and threw it out suddenly.

Sure enough, he threw the ball.

Oh, that’s not a ball, it’s a sphere formed by the breath of wronged souls emitting a cold and gloomy aura.

boom!

The sphere was wrapped in fire, squeak

, a creepy cry came from it, and then black smoke dispersed.

A tongue of fire fell on Qingluo's body.

She screamed and fell to the ground.

The arm was on fire, and the fire was so intense that it could not be extinguished.

A burning smell came.

She raised her knife and cut off her left arm with one stroke.

Suddenly, she screamed in pain.

Then, more screams were heard.

"Retreat!"

Duanmu Zhantian roared.

He swung his sword, splitting the flames around him.

Jin Zhan and others also rushed to take action.

But despite this, there were still seven or eight human race warriors whose bodies were touched by the flames, and the screams came from their mouths.

Some were ruthless and lucky, so the flames only fell on their arms. They could even sacrifice their pawns to save their king and directly tear off their hands and feet. But there were some people who were really unlucky, and the flames fell right on their heads or chests.

They could do nothing but scream, and were engulfed by flames in the blink of an eye.

When their bodies turned to ashes, the flames disappeared automatically.

There was a strong burnt smell in the air.

Fen has transformed into a dragon, hovering in the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun, and its size has increased several times.

Duanmu Zhantian angrily scolded, "Fen, you're going too far."

"For the common enemy of our two races, it doesn't matter if I accidentally hurt a few trash. Humph, I took action to save you. If it weren't for me, she would have escaped long ago. By then, more demonic armies would appear, and the entire continent would be in danger of falling. More people would die because of her. Why don't you act quickly?!"

Fen scolded without any hesitation.

He is now an eighth-rank king-level demon, so naturally he has the confidence to be so presumptuous.

Duanmu Zhantian wanted to blame him, but he had nothing to say.

No matter what, Fen was speaking from a moral high ground, and he couldn't refute it.

As the strongest fighter among human cultivators, Duanmu Zhantian is well aware that there will be a war between the human race and the demon race, and his biggest opponent is Fen.

Their realm was originally lower, but fortunately the overall strength of the human race was stronger. Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, dozens of people were killed or injured because of Qingluo and Fen. These people were the elites of the entire human race, and the lowest was the first-class initial immortal realm, which was nothing in the secret realm. Once they left the secret realm, they were definitely top masters.

He felt extremely distressed, but he could only vent his anger on Qingluo.

At present, he does not have the strength to challenge Fen.

And the soul kills

She had to be killed, so he could only show the big knife in his hand and roar, "This devil is already injured, everyone come together and kill her!"

Everyone, including Jin Zhan and Shui Yuexiang, attacked together and pounced on Qingluo.

Qingluo lost an arm and her strength was damaged. She is now in the initial fairyland, and the broken arm can still regenerate, but now she has reached the end of her rope.

She felt a little regretful.

If she had not provoked the two people in the statue in anger and forcibly interrupted everyone's perception, she would not have ended up in this situation.

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