When the news of the disappearance of Zhang Yibai, the leader of the True Martial Saint, spread throughout the Great Mystical Realm.

In the small secret realm, the battle at the ruins of the great sect has entered a white-hot stage.

The monks tried their best, and even though the formation weakened them, they still pushed the front line to the Bronze Gate.

At this moment, there are not many remains of the demon cultivator standing in front of the bronze gate.

This was thanks to Song Chiyue who had been leading the killing, and then Qin Luofeng came in from outside the formation and used the terrifying power of the virtual sword to reduce the pressure on the sect disciples again.

“Oh, the remains of a demon cultivator are nothing…” A group of disciples stood in front of the bronze gate, looking at the five demon shadows and couldn’t help but sneer: “There are only a few bodies left inside, and even if we pile up so many bodies, we can kill them!”

"What Fellow Daoist Li said is very true. The remains of these slightly more powerful demon cultivators are no more than a golden round.

We still have Fairy Song and Fellow Daoist Qin. It is not difficult to kill these demon cultivators' remains~"

When everyone is bragging about it.

Song Chiyue and Qin Luofeng looked unhappy.

Qin Luofeng looked up at the blood-red clouds rolling in the sky, and his knuckles made the scabbard creak.

The remains of the demon cultivators piled up like a mountain in the seal array were breaking into pieces, and demonic fires were rising between the bones, turning them into ashes before they fell.

The pure demonic energy was like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, rushing madly towards the demon shadow lurking inside the bronze gate. The distorted outline was solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scarlet demonic pattern was flickering in the void, as if an ancient ferocious beast was about to break out of its cage.

"Song Chiyue, how long will it take for Huikong to recover from his injuries?" He held down the shaking sword case with his backhand, his brows full of worry.

"Qin Luofeng, what's the point of you questioning me?" Song Chiyue snorted coldly: "No, I let Huikong get injured. Huikong's injuries are extremely serious. I have ordered all my subordinates to recover... If you think it's not fast enough, you can deal with the remains of the demon cultivators in the Bronze Gate, and I will go to heal Huikong, how about that?"

Qin Luofeng looked at the bronze pillar.

Three Yaochi disciples were sitting cross-legged around Huikong Wushang. They all had solemn expressions and used their hands to telekinetically force out the miasma in Huikong Wushang's body.

"If you treat Huikong's injuries, how long will it take?" He turned and asked Song Chiyue.

"One stick of incense time." Song Chiyue said lightly.

“Okay!” Qin Luofeng slapped the sword case, and the Yin and Yang double swords came out of their sheaths and fell into his left and right hands.

"One stick of incense!" The sound was like the clanging of metal. Before the words were finished, it turned into a stream of light and rushed forward thirty feet.

A purple-black devilish flame suddenly exploded from the bronze gate, and ancient devilish patterns appeared around the devil's figure.

Two figures in the air had blood-red vortices in their pupils. One of the remains of a demon cultivator was holding a magic sword, while the other was holding a blood scythe.

The moment the man fell, all the green bricks within a radius of a hundred feet were shattered into bloody sand.

The fishy wind wrapped around Yuan Ying's pressure and swept across the entire place.

More than a hundred sect disciples who were close to the sect vomited blood and stumbled back on the spot.

They were completely dumbfounded.

Disciples above the Yuanying realm are not allowed to enter the small secret realm, because as long as they enter the Yuanying realm, they will be excluded.

Therefore, all along, everyone thought that nothing in the small secret realm could surpass Yuanying.

But now... the remains of a demon cultivator from the Yuanying realm appeared! Right in front of them, a Yuanying who had broken through from the Golden Great Perfection!

Their arrogance and self-confidence vanished in an instant!

The evil spirit cut off three inches of Qin Luofeng's black hair on his temples, and the broken hair flew everywhere, and he suddenly sped up.

The Yin and Yang swords crossed to draw out light and dark tracks. The moment the sword energy and the devil energy collided, BOOM——!

The whole palace shook violently, and bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

Song Chiyue looked at the sword cultivator who rushed into the Bronze Gate and a subtle sneer appeared on his lips.

She picked up her long skirt and walked to sit beside Huikong Wangshang. Huikong Wangshang slightly blinked, and their eyes met for a moment, without saying a word.

The sect's disciples began to flee.

He was also very courageous and set up a pressure array for Qin Luofeng.

Among the crowd, a petite figure went upstream and rushed towards the bronze gate.

[You don't want to die? The remains of a demon cultivator in the Yuanying realm! ]

The magic knife on Mo Shumei's waist shook wildly: [Even if you are the remains of a Yuanying demon cultivator, you also cultivate magic. Even if they don't regard you as the first target, there is still Qin Luofeng. If you go there, your family will treat you as the remains of a demon cultivator and kill you together! ]

"Shut up!" Mo Shumei stared closely at the remains of one of the demon cultivators who had not yet closed his eyes.

The remains of the demon cultivator held a black knife in his hand, and amidst the demonic energy that was steaming from his body, there was also a chilling knife energy that rushed straight towards him.

This sword energy is exactly the same as the sword technique she practiced!

More importantly, she felt the aura of [Great Compassion] from the remains of the demon cultivator!

Continue to cultivate the Great Compassion Talent to suppress the Demon Sword.

She didn't want to be a puppet of the Demon Sword.

For yourself, for your life... What if you risk your life?

[Let me go, I don't want to die with you! ]

"You have to help me!" Mo Shumei not only didn't let go, but also held on tightly and gradually increased the speed.

She had already separated from the group, bypassed the battlefield where Qin Luofeng and the two demon cultivators' remains were, and rushed into the bronze gate.

【I help your father! 】

"If you don't help me, I'll send you to see your father right now!"

Mo Shumei grasped the hilt of the knife and pointed it at the remains of the demon cultivator who was holding the knife but had not yet awakened.

This might be her only chance while the remains of the demon cultivator have not yet awakened.

She must unsheath her soul.

[I don’t have a father! ] The soul is still struggling.

"Then I'll take you to Jian Ge!"

Huh——!

The soul suddenly came out of its sheath.

The entire palace was suddenly filled with the wailing of thousands of ghosts.

The chains wrapped around the blade broke bit by bit, and a tide of blood like the Yellow Spring gradually flowed out of the scabbard and submerged the entire blade.

The demon's aura was so fierce that Qin Luofeng even held his breath during the fight.

He didn't have a chance to see what was happening behind the bronze gate, as the demon cultivators' corpses continued to attack. Jin Dayuan fought against two Yuan infants, and even though he had extraordinary talent and all kinds of trump cards, he could only be beaten up.

Now he can only hope that Huikong will wake up soon and solve the problem of the formation.

If the problem cannot be solved, just open the formation.

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At this time, the edge of the formation.

Xu An had already secretly arranged a three-sword formation.

"Time is coming!"

At this moment, the magic energy of the magic array was being madly extracted by the remains of the magic cultivators in the Bronze Gate, and it was at its weakest moment.

Maybe he has been waiting for the opportunity to break the formation!

Xu An bit his tongue and sprayed his blood onto the array.

The three sword formations emitted a faint golden light. The Cangyun sword, which was handed down from Cangjian Peak, was inserted into the eye of the formation. Duan Feng's Bingpo, which was handed down from Wuqing Cliff, was suspended in the Kan position. Together with Xu An and Lingxian, who were handed down from Lingyun Peak, the three life-spirit swords actually outlined the killing image of Beidou in the empty air.

"Form a battle!" Xu An roared with blood foam in his voice.

Huh——!

The three sword arrays suddenly raised a hundred-foot-high sword curtain, and a creaking sound was heard the instant they collided with the magic array.

The sleeves of Zhen He's arms were blown into pieces, and veins bulged on his exposed skin.

Duan Feng's seven wounds were bleeding, but his legs were firmly fixed on the ground, not moving an inch, allowing the bluestone brick to be shattered into powder.

"Break the formation?!"

Huikong Nikki suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the edge of the formation.

At this moment, he could no longer pretend to be unconscious, so he secretly pressed his hands upwards.

A soul-stealing demonic roar came from within the bronze gate.

One of the remains of the demon cultivator woke up ahead of time and flew to the edge of the formation in the blink of an eye.

Just punch the three sword formations.

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