The Lord of the Eclipse Moon Palace raised the Crescent Moon Sword. Wherever the sword passed, ripples appeared in space and the light and shadow of the Four Symbols Formation were distorted and deformed under the sword light.

Bei Fusheng laughed wildly upon seeing this, and slammed the Grim Reaper's scythe into the ground. In an instant, the wailing of thousands of ghosts could be heard from below the battlefield, and countless skeletal arms broke out of the ground, grabbing the Siyu's energy shield tightly.

“Die!”

After teleporting across time and space in three or two steps, his Grim Reaper's scythe arrived in front of Qinglian and the others, and then fell down without any warning.

Even though several people had a premonition, they were still unable to react.

"puff......"

Several dangling bloody heads had fallen to the ground at some point, with blood splattered all over the ground.

Their divine bodies were completely corroded and they died on the spot.

“Qinglian, Yingsha…” Shangxuan Moye looked at the head rolling to the ground, opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn’t, and the whole person suddenly became quiet.

The Siyu were also a little surprised. They didn't expect that Bei Fusheng, a powerful Saint God, would deliberately attack a few gods with ordinary combat power.

"Hahaha, what's the meaning of Tianwai Tian? It turns out that some of your members will die too! I thought you were invincible?"

Youhe, the only remaining one of the three regular members of the Corpse Refining Sect, suddenly had a hint of sneer on his face after seeing this scene.

The image of Tianwaitian, who was full of powerful people in his mind, gradually faded in his mind at this moment, and the same was true for everyone present.

"Tsk, it seems that Tianwai Tian is just an ordinary overlord. We are still too sensitive."

"Yes, yes, maybe the Demon Lord is just helping out and is not one of their people at all."

"After this battle, I'm afraid that Tianwai Tian will be suppressed by the Three Western Palaces. Let's wait and see."

At this moment, a voice was heard from the surrounding space.

"It's so noisy."

A scarlet figure stepped on the shattered space and fell. Wherever the black hem of his clothes swept past, the rotten flesh of the corpse and the phantom fire of the Heavenly Venerable's skeleton were annihilated at the same time.

The Demon Lord Chonglou stretched out his hands, scraping the blood-flaming blades against each other, narrowed his eyes and scanned the Youhe River below, with a disdainful arc on his lips: "A mere filthy thing is qualified to judge me, Tianwaitian?"

"It's you, Demon Lord!"

The Soul-Devouring Banner of the Soul-Capture Hall Master was shattered into pieces by the evil spirit, and the remaining soul was turned into dust under the evil power.

Chonglou ignored him and appeared above the You River with a light tap of his toes - the majestic demonic power poured out without reservation.

In an instant, Youhe from the Holy Spirit Realm was forced to half-kneel on the ground, unable to move at all.

"How is this possible?!"

Youhe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Chonglou with horror. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, but more of it was fear.

Although both are in the Holy Spirit Realm, the difference between them is like that between a firefly and the bright moon.

Just the demonic power emanating from his body is enough to suppress Youhe. This strength is unrivaled in all the star realms.

"The Demon Lord, please keep..."

Bei Fusheng was about to persuade him, but he saw that the monstrous demonic power had already blasted into Youhe's body, destroying him in the blink of an eye.

The whole scene fell into silence for a moment, and everyone was in shock...

Bei Fusheng was even more frightened, and prayed inwardly: "Shehun and Eclipse Moon, the two who gave birth to sons without buttholes, said that the Demon Lord was very strong, but they didn't tell me that he was this strong?"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have just lived my life in Corpse Refining City!"

At this moment, Zhen Chan, who had been watching the battle on the deck, suddenly opened his eyes.

"My fellow donors," he clasped his hands together, his voice not loud but heard throughout the battlefield, "What you are protecting is not your own dignity, but the corpse of the Heavenly Lord underground. Why do you want to let these ordinary gods become cannon fodder in your battle?"

The black ball that the Soul Capture Hall Master swung towards Jian Xin suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The pupils of the Eclipse Moon Palace Master suddenly shrank: "How do you know?"

Not only Shehun and Eclipse were shocked, but also the three hall masters of the Wanjian Sect on the opposite side were the same.

How could they have imagined that such an inconspicuous upper god realm would actually know such things?

This made them start to become curious about Zhen Chan.

The starlight on Zhen Chan's fingertips condensed into a scroll shadow. When it was unfolded, ancient seals could be seen flowing: "The Star Palace has guarded the star map prophecy for generations. A hundred years ago, it warned that there was a sign of the revival of demonic energy in the east."

"If we continue to fight, this flowing blood may very likely become a chance for the corpses below to revive."

"You don't want to have an extra enemy for no reason, do you?"

Before he finished speaking, the black swamp in the center of Soul Locking Town suddenly boiled.

Countless bones emerged from the mud, forming a three-meter-tall giant skeleton, with the flickering fire in its eye sockets rushing towards everyone.