The light and shadow of the desert wasteland have changed drastically, and the strong fluctuations of the sky and the earth have been shaking. Even if they retreat to the edge of the wasteland, human cultivators who are thousands of miles away can see clearly.

At this time, the sea monsters, demons, demon spirits, and Yasha who fought with the human race in the Great Wilderness Sea also stopped, and their strange faces were in amazement and suspicion. They looked at the pillars of light in the depths of the wasteland, and then turned their heads to look at the endless distance between the sea of ​​clouds in the north. An inexplicable fear and sadness filled their minds, as if they had lost something very important.

"What happened there?" someone muttered to himself.

Feng Jiuge sighed inwardly, no matter what happened, the young senior brother who shone like a meteor and was fleeting in the end could not escape this life and death disaster.

Di Lifeng, who was beside him, knew what he was thinking, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, go back to the floating boat first, meet with the elders, and then discuss the action."

Feng Jiuge nodded, and was about to say something, but suddenly spread his wings and lifted out the blue gun, with a solemn expression, as if facing a great enemy.

Di Lifeng also drew his sword at the same time, and the sword light shot a hundred feet high.

The elders of the sect who had already stopped and retreated to the floating boat all showed their magical weapons to stimulate the alchemy. For a moment, the alchemy qi was like a dragon and the sword energy soared into the sky.

On the contrary, the demons, whether they are demons, demon spirits, yakshas, ​​and other demons who are fearless against the eight most powerful sects of the human race, all pressed the Tianshuizhu, stepped on the waves and bowed, and saluted respectfully in a certain direction.

While the human race was tense and facing a great enemy, and was excited and greeted with the demon race respectfully, a small black dot appeared at the end of the northern sea and sky. In just a blink of an eye, the small black dot pulled closer from the far distance and suddenly turned into a giant - a black shadow that was even larger than the Yasha.

The reason why it is called a black shadow is because the person who comes is unable to see clearly. What the monks can see is a huge shadow covering the sky, like a boundless pure black curtain, covering half of the sky.

The disciples of the various sects were stunned. What is this? Is this a magic weapon? But why are they all trembling and weak all over, just wanting to kneel down and worship this terrifying vision?

This huge shadow paused for a moment in the sky, then went away, looking at the direction, which was where the fairy sword was born.

It was not until the shadows faded away and turned into a small black dot again, and the sunlight reappeared, that the human race let out a long sigh. Except for Di Lifeng, Feng Jiuge and the elders of the sects, the rest of the deacons and disciples, everyone was exhausted, as if they were fished out of the water.

That, what exactly is it?

"The Deep Cold Demon Saint was actually alarmed." Feng Jiuge put away his magic weapon, his light wings gradually gathered, and sighed, "Leave as soon as possible. If something unpredictable happens, we old bones can still be tossed, but the human elites may suffer heavy losses."

Di Lifeng agreed deeply, turned around and greeted him, and rushed into the flying boat like a meteor.

Feng Jiuge took a last look at the strange light column that spread across the sky in the distance, and his wings fluttered and flew towards the sun...

The huge shadow flew over the ancient city underground, making the desert like darkness. Only the giant fairy sword still shone brightly in golden light, illuminating hundreds of miles. As the fairy energy gradually filled up, its edge dissipated, cutting through the void, and cracks appeared around it from time to time.

A roar that seemed to come from the sky, rolling thousands of miles like thunder sounded: "The Demon-killing Fairy Sword! Destroy my Demon Spirit! My Demon Saint of Deep Cold is going to... Hum? That's..."

Under the huge fairy sword, there was a small curled figure, who seemed to be in a coma. Such figures, the Deep Cold Demon Saint, flew over and saw countless corpses of the four races' selection elites. However, this figure was obviously different. This was a light and shadow, which was completely opposite to the pure black shadow of the Deep Cold Demon Saint. The aura emitted from the figure made him extremely uncomfortable, and there was even a trace of fear that he would never admit.

The deep experience accumulated over thousands of years has made the Demon Saint of Deep Cold form a standard of dealing with the world. Anyone who makes him feel this bad must be killed as soon as possible while the other party is weak, otherwise it will definitely become a problem for him or his clan.

When you reach the Demon Saint, an existence who is in love with the strongest human golden elixir, acts as you wish, and you will never hesitate after a thought arises.

Rumble!

The dark clouds all over the sky turned into a black finger like a mountain, and it was pressed down with a bang. Before it could come, a huge pressure plunged the small shadow into the ground. The wind blew, and the sand and stones flew, as if a big sandstorm was blowing.

At this time, the fairy sword was devouring the fairy energy, and the fairy spirit had not yet truly recovered. Unless they were maliciously attacked by outsiders, they would not take the initiative to face the enemy.

In such a situation, even if Luo Xiao is an immortal body and this finger cannot kill him, he has not yet refined into an immortal soul. If he hits the demon saint level, he will definitely be killed. Life is worse than death.

Just as a mountain finger was about to come, a furious dragon roar suddenly sounded in the wilderness. A huge dragon claw with its muscles and bones and scales like a plate suddenly appeared deep under the ground, facing its giant dragon claws.

boom--

Just like two mountains collide, or like a ground dragon turning over, centering with the collision of fingers and claws, the violent energy swept everything around it into the sky, and the ancient underground city turned into gravel, wrapped in the strong wind and sand, completely disappeared without a trace.

Looking down from the sky, a huge pit with a radius of more than a hundred miles and a depth of hundreds of feet appeared in the depths of the desert, as if it was hit by a meteorite falling from the sky.

Under such a powerful force of changing the world, only the fairy sword remained still in place, but the sword body was deeper, and only the hilt was exposed outside was left. The golden light like arrows constantly emanating from the dark ground, indicating that the fairy sword was drinking the fairy spirit. This scene was a bit like a drunken ghost at the mercy of others, regardless of the mercy...

"Dragon! It's actually a dragon!" The Deep Cold Demon Saint's irresistible scream came from the air.

He transformed into a mountain with one finger, and was crushed by the dragon's claws. A large amount of black smoke scattered and some floated back to the sky, condensed again under the shadow group. More black smoke was sucked away by the cracks in the surrounding space and turned into nothingness.

The deep cold demon saint's pain was not only the pain of breaking his fingers, but also because these "black smoke" were actually the demonic power he had practiced for thousands of years. With this move alone, he had lost at least two hundred years of cultivation.

One move will cause two hundred years of cultivation to lose, and a few more moves will make it worth it!

This dragon claw that appeared out of thin air was not good either. The scales were torn apart, the dragon's fingers were broken, and the dragon's blood gushed like a spring in the ground, dyeing the surrounding yellow sand into red gold.

However, the dragon seemed to have been touched by the reverse scale, regardless of the wounds of the dragon claws, the dragon roar shook the wild, the dragon claws grew in the wind, transforming into a hundred feet, carrying the fierce red blood and the brilliant dragon power, and grabbed the shadow of the deep cold demon saint in the sky.

Facing a crazy dragon, even the top big boss in the realm such as the Deep Cold Demon Saint could only turn around and run away, escape for a thousand miles, and go back wherever you come.

The damaged dragon claws frightened the Deep Cold Demon Saint and did not chase after it. They quickly shrank to the size of a room, grabbed Luo Xiao, who was unconscious, and retreated into the cave.
Chapter completed!