Chapter 302: Demons Dance (6)
Thousands of disciples from the Barbarian King Palace, led by Tie Mang, rushed into the Paradise Palace.
In just a blink of an eye, all the pavilions and towers in the huge courtyard of the Paradise Palace, which was formed by connecting and merging more than a dozen wealthy mansions, were shattered at the same time, and a huge pit with a diameter of several miles was blown into the place.
Thousands of Barbarian King Palace disciples, thousands of Demon War Palace monks, and nearly ten thousand physical cultivators with extraordinary strength, were like ancient demon beasts, holding various heavy weapons and violently colliding with each other.
A head-on collision, blood against blood.
Roars, shouts, and the explosion of secret techniques were like the sound of a volcanic explosion.
The terrifying fighting skills tore through the void, shattered the earth, and even tore bodies apart.
The monks from the Battle Demon Palace were obviously at a disadvantage.
When the disciples of the Barbarian King Palace launched the surprise attack, they were having a very intimate communication with the female disciples of the Paradise Palace. In this state of communication, it was impossible for them to wear armor!
And the disciples of the Barbarian King's Palace did not give them the chance to put on their armor again.
Even though the monks could put on their armor with just a thought, the disciples of the Barbarian King Palace did not give them this opportunity.
The monks from the Battle Demon Palace fought with the disciples from the Barbarian King Palace with their bare chests.
The sound of "Puff" was heard continuously, and many monks of the Battle Demon Palace had their bodies torn apart by the opponent's heavy weapons. Large amounts of hot blood sprayed, making a "hissing" sound on the ground.
A sharp and unpleasant roar was heard in the distance.
A hoarse and old voice came from afar: "What a pity... Boys, be careful when you attack, and try to keep the body intact... Tsk tsk, what a good material!"
The only one who can say such words at this juncture must be the old monster from the Corpse Demon Cave.
Only they would attach so much importance to the corpses of cultivators, especially those of physical cultivators. Every torn body of a physical cultivator would make them feel inexplicably heartbroken.
'Chuckles' came from all directions.
Mysterious clouds and mist rose up and transformed into blood-red eyes floating in the air in all directions. These eyes, together with the chain-like clouds and mist, turned into a large net, covering the Paradise Palace.
The frantic bombardment of the monks from the Barbarian King Palace and the War Demon Palace was so intense that not even a single aftereffect could penetrate this gigantic magic net.
Someone was whispering in the air: " The 'Formless Elemental Demonic Pouch' of Secret Demon Cliff... Tsk tsk, which old demon took action? These disciples who died in the battle are just the right supplement for this demonic pouch."
Some people were drooling, and the sound of swallowing saliva was like the whispers of countless insects, and the sound of "rustling" echoed in the ears of countless people: "Hehe, these physical cultivators who came here, as well as the disciples of the Battle Demon Hall, are full of vitality and strong. This blood... Tsk tsk, it's delicious!"
Moreover, tens of thousands of dishevelled disciples of the Paradise Palace rushed out from the collapsed pavilions and towers, transforming into rays of light and auspicious aura. They were about to flee the chaotic battlefield, but suddenly discovered that their own bases had been sealed off by the Wuxiang Yuanmodou, one of the rarest spiritual treasures in the Mysterious Demon Cliff.
"Old Demon Tu, what are you doing?" Hongluan, who once appeared in Haojing and was beaten seriously by Hua Sangnv and was on the verge of death, escaped with great difficulty and suddenly appeared from a cloud of pink smoke, wrapped only in a red ribbon.
She jumped up and down and cursed, "Open a path, or I will never let you go!"
In the void, the blood-red eyes transformed by countless infinite elemental magic bags blinked at the same time, and a cold and ruthless voice came from the void: "Sister Hongluan, I'm not trying to embarrass you... These physical cultivators who are attacking are just that... Hehe, don't let any of them go."
The old demon Tu said coldly: "Thank you, sister Hongluan, for bringing these girls to help the brats from the Battle Demon Palace. Hey, hey!"
With a loud bang, a monk from the Battle Demon Hall was kicked away by his opponent.
He roared and plunged headfirst into the Yuanmo Dou.
A few bloodshot eyes flashed, and blood-red smoke emerged from the body of the War Demon Palace monk. Along with a shrill howl, his body struggled violently and turned into ashes in an instant.
All the blood and essence in his body was instantly sucked away by the Yuanmodou, and his soul was also devoured by the Yuanmodou. In the void, a blood-red eye the size of a palm appeared.
Tie Mang looked up in shock. He looked at the Yuan Mo Dou that covered the surrounding area and hissed, "Hey, is there an old ghost taking action? Come, come, come, let's fight!"
Tie Mang roared, his skin squirmed, and black dragon scales quickly burst out from under his skin.
His body squirmed, and in an instant it expanded to about three meters high. His strength soared, and black demonic energy emanated from his body. He held the heavy halberd in his hand and struck casually, knocking the three War Demon Hall disciples who were besieging him in front of him, causing them to break bones and spit out blood, and fly away.
Tie Mang slammed his right leg heavily on the ground. He stomped his feet repeatedly and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Ancestor, help me!"
A terrifying force erupted from Tie Mang's body, and a ball of blood-red flame shot up into the sky from above his head. He roared, and the blood-red flame turned into a giant fist with a diameter of one hundred feet, which hit the Yuanmo Dou above his head hard.
The Yuanmo Dou shook slightly.
Without any sound, a huge blood-red fist exploded, and blood-red flames poured down from the sky like a rainstorm.
Yuan Modou showed no signs of abnormality, his countless blood-red eyes still blinking as he looked down at the War Demon Palace, the Barbarian King Palace, and the disciples of the Paradise Palace that were enveloped.
Hongluan was so angry that her whole body was shaking.
She hissed, "Old Demon Tu, you have the guts ...you, you...someone will always settle accounts with you!"
She turned around and shouted a few times. Thousands of disciples from the Paradise Palace gathered together. In an instant, all kinds of strange heavenly sounds rang out, pink mist gushed out, with a strange fragrance. Countless illusions appeared, covering the disciples from the War Demon Palace and the Barbarian King Palace who were fighting fiercely.
The disciples of the Paradise Palace may not be very good at head-on combat, but they have endless evil tricks.
They collectively displayed their secret magical powers, and when they saw the monks from the Barbarian King's Palace, their movements slowed down and their eyes became a little blurry... Then, their faces quickly turned red, and there was a hint of animality in their breathing.
The monks of the Battle Demon Palace took advantage of this opportunity and quickly made up for the disadvantage.
Nearly a hundred monks from the Barbarian King's Palace were killed, and then their bodies quickly turned into ashes. It was obvious that everything they had was plundered by Yuan Modou.
Nearly a hundred more blood-red eyes blinked on Yuanmo's mask.
Tie Mang, whose face turned a little pale, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet hard.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out a purple iron egg that was the size of a human head and shaped like an egg. He weighed the iron egg in his hand, roared, and threw it out fiercely.
The direction in which the iron egg was thrown was exactly at the group of disciples of the Paradise Palace who were singing and dancing.
There was a loud bang and the iron egg exploded.
Countless purple thunders splashed, followed by an explosion of plasma and fire. A short mushroom cloud rushed up. The terrible destructive force shook violently and tore the Yuanmo Pocket. Countless blood-red eyes suddenly burst out with extremely strong light. The part of the Yuanmo Pocket affected by Tiedan immediately cracked into countless large and small cracks.
Hongluan vomited blood and rushed out of the lightning and fire in a panic with her half-mutilated body.
Behind her, only seven or eight disciples of the Paradise Palace escaped.
Tens of thousands of other disciples, all of them beautiful ladies as pretty as flowers, were all blown to ashes by that iron egg.
When Tie Mang threw the iron egg, the monks of the Barbarian King Hall almost all fell to the ground with their heads in their hands. The monks of the War Demon Hall who were fighting with them were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and wanted to harvest their lives with their weapons in hand.
Lightning and fire swept across, and the terrible impact swept the War Demon Palace monks on the spot. The high temperature, electric current, and energy flow filled with the breath of destruction madly eroded these shirtless War Demon Palace monks.
Some monks from the War Demon Palace who were weaker in cultivation experienced their muscles atrophy, their internal organs ruptured, and they vomited blood and died suddenly.
Those monks from the War Demon Palace who were strong enough were also covered with wounds. Many of them were shocked to the point of spitting blood. After falling to the ground, they were swept by the shock wave and rolled around on the ground.
“Hehehe!” Tie Mang laughed wildly with pride: “Cut off the head and take it back. I’ll definitely take the black jade spear!”
Tie Mang roared with excitement: "Quick, chop off as many heads as possible and bring them back!"
"Fang Huoxie, you bunch of idiots, look at your uncle Tie Mang, what kind of person is he..."
Yuan Mo Dou shook violently, and countless blood-red eyes flashed with terrible blood light. Suddenly, they looked at Tie Mang at the same time.
Countless blood-red rays of light shot out from all directions like sharp knives, densely hitting Tie Mang.
Tie Mang's body stiffened. He lowered his head blankly, looking at his body that was riddled with holes in an instant. He shook his body and watched his strong body shrivel and shrink rapidly.
He murmured, "My...acquired...spirit..."
'puff'!
Tie Mang was also blown into a ball of ashes.
Yuan Modou's countless blood-red eyes flickered, and fine blood lights fell densely from the sky. Silently, the disciples of the Barbarian King Palace who were covered by Yuan Modou fell down one after another, and their bodies exploded into ashes in an instant.
An extremely violent roar came from a distance: "Old Demon Tu, why didn't you take action earlier? Why did you have to wait until so many of my disciples were killed or injured... Sister Hongluan, how about we join forces and give Old Demon Tu a good beating?"
One arm and both legs had been blown into oblivion. Hongluan, who was spitting blood, curled up on the ground, staring blankly at the place where tens of thousands of female disciples had disappeared, her heart aching so much that she was bleeding!
"Old Demon Tu, I'm not done with you!" Hong Luan screamed at the top of her lungs...
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, and for the first time, the Paradise Palace mobilized its disciples on a large scale. Unexpectedly, the good days only lasted a few days before the entire army was wiped out in Yangcheng.
This matter was reported back to the mountain gate... Hongluan, the leader of the team, was afraid that...
The cold voice of the old demon Tu came from afar: "Is it my fault? Your own disciples are useless, so you blame me? This Yuan Mo Dou, to activate it, the price is so high? You don't have a spiritual treasure to accompany you, you don't understand... What's the point of explaining to you poor ghosts?"
Low mutterings could be heard from all directions.
Many high-ranking members of the six demonic sects used various means to exchange ideas and express their views.
Some people are lamenting the death of tens of thousands of female disciples in the Paradise Palace.
However, some people also laughed in a low voice with gloating: "These slutty women finally got their comeuppance... hehe..."
