Luo Xiao did not really fall. When his head was about to hit the ground, a clear dragon roar sounded in his ears, which made him wake up and bounced up with his hand.

At this moment, Luo Xiao was unprecedentedly frightened. You should know that over the past ten years, his soul has been tempered by the Immortal Mirror. Every time he absorbs the fairy energy, it is a process of competing with the Immortal Mirror. This "force" is of course not "competing" power or true energy, but the soul. It can be said that his soul is so tenacious that he has far surpassed that of a cultivator and has reached the realm of a cultivator. Even so, he was almost hit. How could this person who made a strange roar?

Thinking deeper, the roar is very far away. After such a long distance attenuation, its power is still so terrifying. What would happen if it stood in front of him?

Even the six-claws that were not afraid of the sky and the earth jumped in panic. However, the real dragon was a real dragon. Although it looked very panic, it was not affected by the terrifying roar at all. Instead, it awakened Luo Xiao with the roar of the dragon.

High energy ahead! Retreat!

Luo Xiao immediately turned around, no matter what kind of immortal sword he wanted, whoever wanted to go. The most powerful treasure in the world was the only one who could be strong. If you don’t have that strength, don’t move forward.

Luo Xiao could still turn around and escape from the danger, but Fang Jianyin was in trouble.

With the roar, from Fang Jianyin, the strongest, to Chen Xian, the weakest, all of them lay down, and none of them were spared. Fortunately, these people were all cultivators with strong bodies. Even though they lost consciousness, their bodies bumped into the pointed rocks, their clothes were scratched a lot, and they were not damaged at all.

Unconsciousness does not mean that everything is good. Under the faint reflection of the rolling fluoresces, Zuo Chengyu and others turned white, saliva overflowed, and limbs twitched, like epilepsy; Zhao Xiu was bleeding in seven orifices, and his essence and blood were constantly lost, and he shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye; Wen Ruyi, Long Fuer and others fell into delusion, kept muttering, screaming, scratching, but never woke up.

Gao Yangxun and Chen Xian slid into a deep hole in a black slime, ignoring the life or death.

The only one who performed the best was Fang Jianyin, not because he had the highest cultivation level, but because he was a sword cultivator with a strong will, with a clear sword heart and an external demon who was invincible.

The special practice of cultivating the mind actually has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. Some people have high cultivation and strong combat power, but their mood is fragile and can easily be invaded by the inner demons. Some people have poor strength, but their will is firm and persevering. It is more difficult to destroy such will than to destroy their bodies.

Fang Jianyin half-kneeled on the ground, holding his head in both hands, and his head was about to explode, as if there was an awl stirring his brain. He kept hitting the stone pillars and slabs around him with his head, bleeding broke out from the corners of his eyes, and every muscle in his body was trembling, like electricity. In just ten breaths, his whole body seemed to be fished out of water, and his body was wet. At this moment, Fang Jianyin wanted to faint like the rest of the people, but when he saw the situation of those people lying on the ground, he did not dare to faint no matter what. He could only grit his teeth and hold on to it.

At the same time, the sound waves also penetrated the thick yellow sand and spread to the surface of the wasteland. Wherever they passed, the candidates of various races who were fighting were like rice fields raging by the strong wind, falling down in a scattered area. However, they were basically not as miserable as Fang Jianyin and his party. They were in a serious coma, with mild headaches and vomiting, and they basically recovered after a while.

These are the terrifying consequences caused by the arrival of the sound waves of the monster roar to the middle and far ends. So, what about it in the center of the monster roar?

At this moment, the blood mist surging in the center of the monster roar, and the glow was dazzling. At first glance, there was only a blood-colored giant sword looming, and nothing else could be seen.

Suddenly, a clear roar broke through the fog and flew up, hovering in the air, with hair and hair hanging out, and a giant sword with halberd fingers. He shouted in surprise and anger: "This is not the spirit of the immortal sword weapon! This roar is hundreds of thousands times more terrifying than the demon roar. This is, this is..."

"This is a demon roar!" Another figure flew up and said to the red-haired old man with grief and anger, "We have been trapped by the two demons and ghosts, gathering thousands of spiritual blood from cultivation. It is not to awaken the spirit of the fairy sword, but to the demon spirit attached to the sword body!"

The red-haired old man trembled all over and stared at Mr. Feng: "You, don't you want to say..."

Mr. Feng nodded in pain and said in a trembling voice: "The devil is reborn and the world is in trouble. We are all sinners..."

"Hahahaha..." Two crazy laughters came beside him. Zhigong, the great sage of the demon clan, and the great venerable of the ghost clan, had no face. One was short and the other was thin, strangely rising into the air with the surging blood mist. Zhigong's wrinkled face had turned into a chrysanthemum, and was extremely proud. Although Wu's face had no expression, his paper-like body trembled back and forth, which was obviously too proud.

"Feng Jiuge from the Tian Sect, Di Lifeng from the Tibetan Sword Valley, you are all powerful people who are almost able to become Jindan Immortals in the fairyland, the mainstay of the human race, and the disciples of the upper sects who follow you, come to help our demon clan and ghost clan resurrect the demon god... Hahaha!" Zhi Gong smiled so much that he showed his teeth, and his mouth sprayed on his faceless face.

Wumeng didn't wipe at all because he had no facial features, so it didn't matter whether he wiped it or not. He let out a ventral silence in a muffled voice: "But I won't thank you. I want to thank the Fifth Demon God, because the real sacrifice is you!"

Below the blood mist, a large number of people suddenly flew out, all of whom were elders and deacons of the eight major sects. The lowest cultivation level was the Feitian Realm. At the same time, a group of strange-looking monsters and snakes flew out from the opposite side, standing behind Zhigong and Wushou, and the two sides were in a confrontation.

However, neither Di Lifeng nor Feng Jiuge had the intention to do anything else, just because of the faceless sentence.

The fifth demon god!

In the Three Realms War ten thousand years ago, the five demon gods were destroyed, and the fifth demon god was killed by the immortal sword. Therefore, this human race has been passed down through the ages to name this immortal sword that has made great contributions to it, and was named "Demon Slaying".

After the Immortal Sword killed the fifth demon god, it was lost to the world. For ten thousand years, I don’t know how many powerful people traveled all over the world and pursued the whereabouts of this sword. It was not until recently discovered by Feng Jiuge. In order to find the immortal weapon, Feng Jiuge has read many information, collected many folk rumors, and traveled to many places of spiritual power, and finally God’s will is not disappointed.

In his ecstasy, he had two unexpected thoughts. One was that the movement of the immortal sword would be so great that it alarmed the powerful people of all races, so that the sword digging turned into a sword-taking action.

The second unexpected thing was that I never expected that the fifth demon god who was killed in ancient times, although his body was destroyed, his demon spirit was immortal, but he was suppressed by the fairy sword.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the immortal energy of the immortal sword is exhausted, and the demon spirit is severely damaged gradually awakened. This situation is unconscious by Zhigong, the great sage of the demon clan, and the ghost clan venerable who is extremely sensitive to souls. So a plan is set up, using blood to serve the sword, which is actually serving the demon; using spiritual blood to awaken the sword spirit, which is actually reviving the demon spirit with blood.

In order to compete for the immortal sword, the human race did not expect that the demon spirit had not been destroyed. As a result, the four races agreed to the battle, which made thousands of human cultivation elites serve demons with their bodies, and eventually became a great trouble in the world!

The moment the demon roar sounded, Feng Jiuge realized the cause and effect. Di Lifeng and his disciples of various sects did not recall the ancient things until they heard the horrifying name "Fifth Demon God". However, it was too late...

"It's not too late! The demon spirit has just woken up and its strength is weak. Please help Mr. Di, you guys and Feng work together to attack the fairy sword and kill the demon spirit!"

With Feng Jiuge's shouting, Di Lifeng and other human powerful people were shocked. Yes! Now the demon spirit does not even have physical bodies, and it is just a waking up again. After being weakened for thousands of years, it is not as strong as one in a hundred years. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill!

However……

roar--
Chapter completed!