After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

How could Sun Daoyi agree? He has experienced the Soul Devouring Technique before, and he may not be able to fight it when he goes out. His purpose is to become the Ziyun Sect Master and win great power.

At that moment, he stood up to stop Lu Fan, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and was about to lay his dead body on the spot.

At this time, there was a sudden cold light flashing at the entrance, and someone flew forward and swung Sun Daoyi's long sword away.

"Fan'er, I knew it was you."

The person who came was Ying Lianzi. Since Lu Fan disappeared in the battle of Mudan in Luoxia Valley, he looked around like crazy, and when he saw it suddenly, his voice was full of surprises, and he almost wept with joy.

Lu Fan was also very excited, and shouted: "Master, save me."

"Fan'er, hold on, I'll come right away."

Ying Lianzi and Sun Daoyi were both at the peak of the fairyland, and they were comparable, but he was eager to save Lu Fan at this time, and he used all desperate fights, which made Sun Daoyi miss again and again, and within a moment, he was injured There are two vital points.

Sun Daoyi said angrily: "You wait for me."

Then he went out and called dozens of disciples outside, and ordered them to come in and besiege Ying Lianzi together. At this time, the cultivators of the Heavenly Yan Kingdom outside the execution formation also completely controlled the situation, and the disciples of Ziyun Sect had no choice but to retreat into the execution formation, seeking the protection of heaven.

All of a sudden, everyone rushed in, and there was chaos around the execution circle.

Someone stumbled and fell into the execution array, was immediately strangled until blood sprayed, and disappeared in an instant. Everyone was terrified, and the fight was even more ruthless. All sides fought melee, and the mountain rocks cracked, staining the vast peak with bloodstains.

Wei Qing took the opportunity to grab Lu Fan and drag him into the abyss. This is the only chance. Even if he and Lu Fan die together, he will help Mo Xuanfang get out of trouble.

Ying Lianzi was terrified. Seeing that Lu Fan was about to be dragged into the execution circle, he didn't care about Sun Daoyi. He suddenly killed the two disciples in front of him and jumped out of the encirclement.

Ying Lianzi's sword tip flicked and pointed at Wei Qing. Only Wei Qing could save his beloved disciple and suzerain Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing was no match for Ying Lianzi, he was picked into the torture array with just one move.

And Sun Daoyi also shot at the same time, he couldn't let anyone other than Mo Xuanfang sacrifice, absolutely not.

He swiped the sword with one hand and slashed at Lianzi, but stretched out the palm of the other hand towards Wei Qing, gathering his five fingers across the air and almost sucking Wei Qing out of the range of the punishment array.

But at this moment, Lu Fan who came back to his senses struggled to stand up.

The moment Wei Qing was about to leave the battle, he threw out both palms and used all the energy of Venerable Shura to give Wei Qing a fatal blow.

Amidst the dull explosion, Wei Qing was blasted into the torture formation.

Immediately, the light in the center of the punishment array became brighter, and the giant net of intertwined stars firmly absorbed Wei Qing's body.

At the same time, several ancestors in mid-air also injected spiritual power into the punishment circle from all directions to strengthen the already indestructible magic circle.

There is no one in the world who can save Wei Qing.

He is like a beast that has been trapped for thousands of years. His body is forced to straighten into the most beautiful arc at the peak of light, and he is nailed to the altar, only to be crushed into dust by thousands of thunderbolts.

Are you really not afraid?

In front of the power of heaven, he is as small and fragile as a mayfly.

But if Mo Xuanfang was born because of this, he would be faintly happy.

He was so happy that tears rushed out of his eyes, and a dazzling white light entered the corners of his eyes. When the first thunder sounded in the sky, he twitched the corners of his mouth.

The most beloved person, Mo Xuanfang——

Goodbye……

As if someone heard his call, all of a sudden, the sky was darkened.

The light of the star in the center of the punishment array suddenly dimmed and became very weak.

Everything around was still, the fighters stopped their hands, and not even the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

The world is silent, and in this tranquility, it seems that at the darkest moment before dawn, a wave of energy that destroys the world sweeps in.

The thunder and punishment from heaven came down as scheduled, and they smashed towards Wei Qing with all the power of the world.

The blood flower bloomed on the flesh and blood, and the last freshness that was about to rot was released. The pain plunged into the keel that had been tempered for thousands of years. The golden dragon was furious, but it could not break free from the huge net.

However, a sharp ray suddenly pierced through the thunder.

Someone spread out their gentle wings to resist the thunderous thunder above their heads.

The man's tall body tightly covered Wei Qing, as in the past time and time again, his golden wings spread out into sky-shattering waves, the phoenix spread its wings, screamed upwards, and pushed Wei Qing under him out of the execution formation.

"Xuanfang!"

Wei Qing threw himself on the edge of the execution array, he couldn't see the golden shadow clearly in the glaring light.

But the faint fragrance that has been with you for 12 years is fragrant forever in an instant.

"No--"

Wei Qing raised his hand feebly, his body was shattered by the thunder and punishment of Heavenly Dao, and he couldn't move an inch.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded in the quiet world, and countless disciples of Ziyun Sect shouted loudly, accompanied by the painful chanting of several ancestors.

The altar of the Dao of Heaven has been opened, whether it is a sage or a peerless misfortune, they will all bear the irreversible punishment of heaven——

That is to destroy the soul, live forever, and never rebuild.

But at this moment, the light in the center of the punishment array suddenly dimmed again.

Black clouds billowed in the sky, the vast mountain peak shook, and the magic circle that sealed the mountain roared endlessly, as if it was about to collapse in a moment.

Everyone looked up at the center of the execution array, the figure that had turned from gold to black showed a terrified look on his face.

Lu Fan and Sun Daoyi turned to flee, but their spiritual power was drained in an instant, and they sat limply on the ground.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the magic flames reached the sky. Mo Xuanfang spread his black wings and appeared in the midair of the billowing magic flames.

He closed his eyes, and the half lotus between his eyebrows had already produced a dark red magic fruit, covering his pure white forehead like nine ferocious claws.

And his white clothes were covered with blood, which had already been dyed black. The magic flames burned from the black cloth, intertwined into the mandala flowers of the Demon Kingdom.

"The Heavenly Demon... the Heavenly Demon was born!"

Finally someone screamed.

The heavenly demon was born, and it forced the heavenly punishment formation to be dimmed.

The evil and demonic energy that has been around for thousands of years is entangled in the holy body that once protected the common people. Mo Xuanfang is surrounded by demonic fires, and they dance wildly, wanting to rush out of the cage and destroy this prosperous world.

No matter how scared you are, the day has come.

Wei Qing couldn't shed tears for a long time, his fingers were digging bloodstains in the sand, he moved slowly bit by bit, he wanted to go into the raging flames, and burn with his Mo Xuan Fang.

"Xiao Wei! You can't go!"

Ying Luo rushed up from behind and hugged Wei Qing tightly.

But Wei Qing summoned the injured Jinlong and pushed Ying Luo out from behind.

He Jiyou quickly helped Yingluo up, and the two rushed over again, intending to take Wei Qing out of here.

Wei Qing tried his best to give Jinlong a final blow, pushing the two of them near the entrance.

Wei Qing turned around, looked at Mo Xuanfang, and continued to crawl in his direction.

He wants to fulfill the vow he made, to live and die together, today.

However, a force of infinite coercion stopped Wei Qing in place.

Mo Xuanfang opened his dark red eyes, lowered his head, and looked at Wei Qing silently.

In a daze, I went back to 12 years ago, the first time I met in the Zhongzheng Hall, that person was also so high above, slowly looking into the distance.

Wei Qing looked at him and called out in a low voice.

"Xuanfang...take me away...take me away..."

Scarlet flames rose from Mo Xuanfang's eyes, and those noble and cold fairy eyes became frenzied and violent, like an underground abyss where the sun cannot be seen.

Mo Xuanfang ignored Wei Qing and slowly spread his hands.

The nine magic claws on his forehead suddenly glowed black and red, and the magic flame was even worse, burning all the people around the execution circle.

There were cultivators from Tianyan Kingdom and disciples from Ziyun Sect, all howling in pain.

Someone finally attacked Mo Xuanfang, but all those flying in front of him were cannon fodder, and died under the black flames in an instant.

More people rushed up, piling up into clouds of smoke on the black flame.

All the black flames avoided Wei Qing, encircling a piece of pure land around him.

The dark red magic flame burned Wei Qing's eyes. He followed Mo Xuanfang's gaze and swept across everyone's terrified faces.

Everyone is running towards the entrance.

Wei Qing shouted in his heart.

He hoped that the entrance would be wide open so that everyone could leave the circle.

Even Ying Lianzi, Sun Daoyi, and Lu Fan, as long as they can lead others out of the formation, he can forget all the past, as long as they can escape far away, escape from this world created by Mo Xuanfang hell.

But he was wrong.

The magic flame quickly sealed the entrance, and no one could leave.

Wei Qing understood.

Whether it is the Ziyun Sect, the Tianyan Kingdom, or the billions of millions of continents outside the formation, they will be severely injured by this world-destroying god and demon, and they will survive in pain.

There was only a little light left on the skylight star net in the execution formation, and the hundreds of ancestors tried their best to inject all the energy of the remnants of their souls into spiritual power, but they could no longer make it shine brightly.

Wei Qing's nails turned up, and he finally propped up his body, arched his body, gritted his teeth and half knelt on the ground.

"Come to me," he called to those around him. "I'm safe here."

His voice was too weak, and it was soon drowned in the roar of the shattered formation. Countless banners and banners were burned, and the main banners of the Nine Heavens and Twelve Palaces were scattered in all directions.

Wei Qing knelt on the ground, weeping silently, but his tears could not quench the black flames of hell.

People continue to die in front of him and are forced to give up their helpless lives.

Ying Luo and He Jiyou rushed out of the black flame, rushed to Wei Qing's side, and hugged him tightly.

He Jiyou and Yingluo stood up quickly again, calling for everyone to come here.

Finally someone discovered that only the place where Wei Qing was located was a piece of pure land.

The rest of the people scrambled towards them, and Luo Baihua also ran over.At this time, no one cared about the fact that Wei Qing was a magic dragon, and everyone huddled together with him to avoid the burning of the flames.

Sure enough, Mo Xuanfang did not attack their side, with Wei Qing as the center, the surrounding area of ​​ten meters was safe.

But there were too many people, and this pure land was quickly crowded.

Sun Daoyi and Lu Fan also ran over with the flow of people, their hair messy and in a panic.

Lu Fan was still ruthless, grabbing two Ziyun disciples with low cultivation in the circle and throwing them out, squeezing them into the middle.

Luo Baihua stood up from the crowd and said to Lu Fan, "Go out."

The others also stood up and glared at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan folded his hands on his chest, his indifferent face remained unmoved.

At this time, Ying Lianzi stood in front of him without saying a word.

"My fellow disciples, please spare Lu Fan this time for my sake, and I will make amends to you." He put one hand on the hilt of his sword as he spoke, and wanted to save Lu Fan no matter what he said.

"Do you know? Lu Fan is the Venerable Asura, and he practices Soul Eater."

Everyone was taken aback and turned their heads to look at Wei Qing who was sitting on the ground.

Wei Qing looked far away, looked at the faint light group flickering in the center of the punishment formation, and said coldly: "The sect master's becoming a demon is related to the punishment formation, and arresting Venerable Shura to sacrifice to the formation may break the catastrophe of the demon."