On the spot, more than a dozen demon gods were killed in one catastrophe, and they couldn't even call out their last words. The ones who left the above last words were several demon gods of the second catastrophe level.

In addition, except for the Golden Lion Ancestor, other demon gods were more or less injured. The reason why they did not die was because the Golden Lion Ancestor reacted quickly and saved them with the shield in his hand.

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"Is this a trap?! How could this happen!"

The Zhuxian Sword Sect that had disappeared before appeared again, and the directions of the other four gates also changed, and they returned to the situation where the four sword gates surrounded them in the center.

At this moment, the sword energy in the formation decreased a lot, and the blood energy, evil energy, and resentment energy disappeared, and they all turned into sword energy.

There were only one hundred sword energy left at this moment, and each of these hundred sword energy could easily kill a two-tribulation demon god.

At the same time, the scope of the sword formation is also narrowing.

At this moment, a new round of changes emerged.

I saw four blue, black, red and white lights erupting from the four portals.

This light touched the remaining one hundred sword energy, turning into three thousand sword energy, and began a new round of fusion.

The momentum and spiritual pressure alone indicate that the newly fused sword energy is much stronger than the previous ones. The newly fused sword energy may not dare to bear it even if it is the Three Tribulation Demon God.

The Golden Lion Ancestor and all the powerful demon gods present were unable to break the sword formation by using all kinds of methods. His heart was ashamed and extremely desperate.

As soon as this desperate emotion appeared, it continued to amplify, amplify, and then magnify, almost swallowing up the fighting spirit of the remaining half of the demon gods' powerful men. These demon gods had given up resisting.

"Fourth, sixth, seventh, and nineth, you wake up, stand up, and show your courage. Until the last moment, we cannot give up. If we die here, the Golden Lion clan will be all over." The Golden Lion ancestor shouted loudly.

"Have you heard that our tribe is going to be done, we can't just give up like that." The Great Elder shouted.

"It's useless, there's no hope, hahaha." A demon god laughed terrified, then slapped his head with a palm and committed suicide.

The emotion of despair seems to be contagious. If one commits suicide, there will be a second and a third...

The Golden Lion Ancestor and other strong-willed men watched helplessly as more than eight demon gods of the same clan committed suicide, and the grief and resentment in their hearts rose to their limits.

"This is the function of the formation, which can actually control our emotions. It's simply terrible." The Great Elder guessed.

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How firm their minds are to be able to become demon gods and survive the heavenly tribulations again and again? How could they be easily manipulated by others?

The facts are right in front of you.

This formation looks ordinary, but it has a horror that is hard to describe in words!

The Golden Lion Ancestor smiled and said, "Wuying, you have killed enough, right? What's the matter here? Otherwise, don't blame me for waiting for the death to kill and pull you to bury with you!"

"The fish is dead? Hahaha... Just because of you rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs? Are you going to laugh to death and then go out safely?" Yang Pan said with a crazy smile.

In fact, Yang Pan is arrogant on the surface, but the original deity far away from the border of the Golden Lion Demon Kingdom is clear. He has already become alert and speculated in his heart.

The Golden Lion Secret Realm is the old nest of the Golden Lion Clan, and it is itself an existence like an "explosive barrel"!

If the Golden Lion clan is really attacked by the enemy and they are defeated and are on the verge of extermination, if it is Yang Pan, he will definitely explode the secret realm and die with the enemy!

Thinking of this, Yang Pan greeted the five blood god sons in the secret realm, and at the same time took back the four swords of Zhu Xian and the Zhu Xian formation map, and summoned Yang Pan's body through the Blood River Space.

At the same time, the huge magic power obtained was used to maintain the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which had been formed but lost its foundation in the middle and was dissipating.

Today's sword formation, four sword gates, are all projections, and they are just a manifestation of the virtual world.

But to this day, the nine sword energy that merged into Zhuxian, which was enough to threaten and kill the three-tribulation demon god, is true.

The formation operation has lost four swords and one map, and has no foundation, and there will be no new changes, but it can still be maintained with its deep magic power.

The remaining blood god clone continued to control the formation. With a thought, nine sword energy of Zhuxian, one of which was slashed in the air. The sphinx's face trembled for more than a dozen times before stopping.

"Wuying, do you really want to be so amazing?"

"Take money and get rid of disasters with others. The tasks I received must be completed!" Yang Pan's voice sounded.
Chapter completed!