Yang Dai immediately summoned the Zheng Sheng back with telepathy.

The attack just now would be difficult to block if it were Murong Chang'an and Jian Tu.

The Criminal Saint has retreated. Just now, he has killed tens of thousands of demon cultivators, causing the remaining demon cultivators to flee and dare not fight again.

The Xing Sheng quickly landed outside the Tiangang Daluo Sword Formation, ready to be on guard against attacks from all directions at any time.

"Why are there so many enemies? What's going on the front line?" Jian Tu returned to Yang Dai and said to himself.

Xiong Lie frowned and asked, "You don't know either?"

Jian Tu shook his head.

Yang Dai summoned the three demon kings and asked, "How many sects have gathered in the Demonic Way to attack the Shifang Sect?"

A demon king replied: "Eight sects, but they should be on the way, and I don't know why it's so fast..."

His eyes were full of shock.

At this moment, the sky in all directions fluctuated and then tore apart, like black vortexes, rapidly growing. Huge flying magic weapons slowly sailed out of each black vortex, including ships, towers, buildings, palaces, etc., and there were definitely more than eight sects!

The demon cultivators who were restraining the Shifang Sect suddenly turned around and flew towards Yang Dai.

Cheng Qingtian's spiritual consciousness had already felt the terrifying aura. His face was gloomy and he immediately ordered: "All disciples come with me to support!"

"Fight to the death!"

He flew away with the Heavenly Punishing Dragon Splatter. The two Supreme Elders immediately stopped and lifted the formation. The other disciples were panicked, but they had to get up and follow him.

More than one hundred thousand disciples were silent, and everyone could guess what was happening ahead. The power of the magic gathered together was enough to make people desperate.

"Damn...how could there be so many demon sects..."

Chen Che gritted his teeth, his body trembling. This is no longer comparable to the real beast tide.

...

In front of the Sword Saint Stele, Yang Dai stood up staggeringly. Ji Yunyan wanted to help him, but he refused.

Black patterns appeared on his forehead, and the black mist spread, covering a thousand meters of land. A famous demon cultivator appeared, and the white-haired man who stepped onto the Void Realm also appeared in front of him.

This time, Yang Dai had summoned all the Yin people, leaving no one, but there was no smile on his face.

More than two million demon beasts have shrunk, leaning against the Tiangang Daluo Sword Formation.

Outside the sword formation, there were ten huge magic weapons suspended in the air, surrounding Yang Dai and his Yin people.

Each magic weapon in the temple is full of figures of demon cultivators, densely packed with more than 100,000 demon cultivators, all of which are more than one million, or even more than one.5 million.

The auras of the demon cultivators gathered together, completely overwhelming Yang Dai's Yin people.

Yang Dai still has the largest number of Yin people, but most of them are in the Qi Gathering Realm and cannot be compared with the demon cultivator at all.

There is no breath of Qi Gathering Realm in these sects.

The threshold for their recruitment of disciples is the Heart Rinse Realm!

More than one and a half million heart rotation realms...

The strength on paper alone is enough to make people desperate.

Cheng Qingtian flew over to the top with more than 100,000 disciples. They saw ten demonic sects from afar, and their speed slowed down, and despair spread to everyone's hearts.

"Just kidding... why are there so many..."

"It's over...it's really over..."

"There are so many people in the Demonic Way..."

"The wilderness is vast and boundless. If you really find so many demonic sects, it is possible, but how can they attack us all? What are the front lines of the battle between the righteous and the demons?"

"Are those ghost slaves of Yiren Yang Dai? There are indeed many, but now..."

The disciples all looked pale, and the trialists were even more desperate. Some of them tried to go offline and found that they were in a state of fighting and could not go offline at all.

Fang Qingni looked from afar and couldn't see Yang Dai's figure, but the plain hand in her sleeve was obviously worried about Yang Dai.

There were magic weapons in the teachings everywhere, which led to Yang Dai not letting Xing Sheng attack rashly.

With an unprecedented desperate situation coming, Liu Junjie didn't dare to breathe, let alone get rid of the blood.

How to win this situation?

On a huge tower, a man in white robe stood in front of the guardrail. He looked down at Yang Dai and said high above: "Yiren, you are very strong. You can force the demon to such a degree. You can sign up for the title so that we can remember the shame of today!"

His voice echoed on the battlefield, and the demon cultivators on the magic weapon all looked surprised. This was the first time they saw a demon cultivator who could summon so many ghost slaves.

Especially the Criminal Saint, its momentum is hard to ignore!

But no matter what, this strange man will die today!

Cheng Qingtian had already stopped. He lowered his head and held the Heavenly Punishment Dragon Salute tightly.

He understood that their power could not affect anything at all.

If more than 100,000 disciples with insufficient spiritual power come forward rashly, isn’t it just a death sentence?

In front of the Sword Saint Stele.

Murong Changan gritted his teeth and said, "Master, otherwise I'll let my senior sister go, maybe there's a glimmer of hope!"

Each magic weapon in the temple has the breath of stepping on the virtual realm, that is, at least ten people stepping on the virtual realm, how can you fight?

The Criminal Saint is strong, but there are enemies in every direction, so it is easy for the enemy to take advantage of the opportunity to kill Yang Dai. Once Yang Dai dies, the Criminal Saint will disappear.

Yang Dai was silent and did not agree to Murong Chang'an.

He could feel that the ten magic weapons in the temple were accumulating spiritual power, and they were not arrogant and waiting for him on purpose. These demon cultivators were also afraid of the saint's punishment, so they were delaying their time.

Yang Dai's mind moved.

Xing Sheng followed into the formation and came to Yang Dai.

Yang Dai saw that his soul was still dark, but his eyes were very clear and firm, and he was not scared by the current danger.

With eyes facing each other, Yang Dai looked up at the tall Xing Sheng. The Yin people around him were nervously guarding all directions. The picture seemed to be frozen until Yang Dai raised his hand.

A black axe appeared in Yang Dai's hand, which was the evil soul, the mysterious treasure connecting the soul!

This axe itself comes from the inheritance of the Criminal Saint.

"You are the Great Sage ten thousand years ago. You have saved the human race with one person's strength. Today, you come and save us!"

Yang Dai whispered softly, he threw the evil soul out of it. It seemed to be attracted by the Xing Sheng, and quickly flew into his hands, and then became bigger, perfectly fitting the Xing Sheng's majestic figure ten feet tall.

Holding the evil soul in his hand, the Sheng Sheng did not answer and turned around silently.

When the core Yin people heard Yang Dai's words, they couldn't help looking at the Zheng Sheng, with expectations, helplessness, and confusion.

Yang Dai took a deep breath, mobilized his spiritual power, and stimulated his holy power. He was just mentally exhausted and his strength was still very abundant.

"My name...hehe, remember, my name is Yang Dai, your future master!"

Yang Dai's voice resounded through the world, but his voice seemed so weak, as if he was at the end of his journey.

The man in white robe frowned. He noticed that the Criminal Saint had an extra weapon in his hand, but he still did not dare to act rashly. Whoever was the first to take action would definitely be faced with the Criminal Saint's counterattack.

"Yang Dai, this world does not belong to you Yiren, so you will warn your descendants of your death and not enter this world again in the future."

The man in white robe's voice was so cold, as if the King of Hell had condemned Yang Dai to the end.

The ten magic weapons in the temple have already shone with spiritual power and are about to launch an attack.

"Let them remove the formation."

A voice sounded in Yang Dai's heart, very strange, but Yang Dai knew it was the voice of the Sheng Sheng.

Xing Sheng’s tone was so indifferent, but it brought endless hope to Yang Dai.

"Resolve the formation!"

Yang Dai shouted loudly, Murong Changan opened his eyes wide, although he was confused, but his body instinctively removed the formation and the Tiangang Daluo Sword Formation dispersed.

All the Yin people fell to the ground in Yang Dai's spiritual command and gathered together.

The Zheng Sheng raised his steps, and there seemed to be an invisible ladder in front of him. He came to the air in five steps, facing the teaching artifacts in all directions.

Although he did not launch an attack, the momentum shocked the hearts of everyone in the righteous and demonic paths, including the Yin people.

Only against the demon cultivator in the sky, the ancient saint was not inferior to the courage of the ancient saint.

Yang Dai had no expression on his face and was very nervous.

Now hope can only be placed on the Criminal Saint.

The ten magic weapons of the temple suddenly burst out with strong light, and time seemed to slow down. When they shot out the spiritual beam, Xing Sheng raised the giant axe in his hand.

The roar came from all directions, causing Yang Dai to lose his hearing instantly, the strong light shone, and the heaven and earth lost their color.

Yang Dai saw the Jian Sheng swinging the evil soul quickly, and the speed was extremely fast. In an instant, afterimages appeared, as if several Jian Sheng Sheng swung the axe in different directions at the same time.

The black axe turned into terrifying black dragons, which could be as long as five hundred feet long, raging together, with a terrifying momentum, violently tearing ten beams of light of different colors to pieces!

In less than a second, the Criminal Saint directly resolved the attack of the ten magic weapons in the temple!
To be continued...