What do you mean?

Xie Baiyi frowned, not quite understanding his sudden and inexplicable words.

But the next second.

Pei Yun waved his right hand, took out something from behind him, and then shook it gently.

In an instant, a strange bell sound rang out throughout the entire area, and wisps of demonic energy entangled. Along with the bell sound that appeared out of nowhere, all those affected felt as if their sea of ​​consciousness was hit heavily by something.

After a burst of pain, everyone looked confused to varying degrees.

what?

Compared with the visual impact, the sound of the bell was more overbearing. The weak-willed monk slowly loosened his weapon, and the next second his neck was bitten off by the monster that pounced on him.

After the crisp sound of bones breaking, the man still had a pair of confused eyes open, and he didn't know what had happened until he died.

Such scenes were played out everywhere on the battlefield. Not only the monks, but even the demons were affected by the sound of the bells. Some even cut their companions in half with a single blow.

The ground was littered with fallen corpses, no matter if they were monsters, demons or monks, none of them could escape.

"Everyone, cover your ears and don't listen to the sound of the bell in his hand."

Jiang Chaoxu restrained his expression and reminded everyone with a clear voice.

However, the sound of the bell was pervasive. Even though his hearing was blocked, it could still be heard directly in his sea of ​​consciousness. The surroundings suddenly became chaotic, and even the battles of several of his own disciples were affected to varying degrees.

Gu Lanyi's left shoulder was pierced directly. With a cold expression, he did a backflip and kicked the opposite demon cultivator in the chin. He was in a very bad mood, "What on earth is that?!"

His sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be pulled and tugged at by waves, and this feeling of being out of control was not pleasant. He lowered his eyes slightly, quickly glanced at the battlefield, and his eyebrows became visibly cold.

This kind of illusion-based attack method is not very friendly to the monks of the Way of Affection. Generally speaking, monks who think too much are always easily affected.

As expected of the demon clan, they were ruthless enough to not even let their own people go.

"Confusing Bell."

Jiang Chaoxu quickly recognized it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "It is also a spiritual weapon, but its attributes are extremely dark and evil. It will interfere with people's minds and even kill each other."

It can be said that this is a spiritual weapon with a very bad reputation in the world of cultivation.

But the quality of a spiritual weapon ultimately depends on the character of its user.

But he never expected that this spiritual weapon would end up in the hands of the demons.

And it just happened to fall into the hands of this evil cultivator.

Xie Baiyi only felt a flash before his eyes, and the position of the long sword in his hand fell a little off, and Pei Yun seized the flaw and hit him hard with a ball of demonic energy on the chest, and his face turned pale on the spot.

His expression was as cold as frozen ice. The palm strike just now made his internal organs almost displaced, but he did not hesitate at all. He took the opportunity to grab Pei Yun's arm, which he had not yet retracted, and then raised his knee and knocked the man out with force.

After the fight, both sides were injured and briefly distanced themselves from each other.

The ringing in his ears continued. Xie Baiyi made a sword gesture and in the blink of an eye dozens of sword shadows fell towards Pei Yun from all directions, but the opponent always took advantage of his distraction to easily escape.

This spiritual weapon is very troublesome.

Xie Baiyi frowned, turned his head slightly and looked around the chaotic battlefield. The fierce offensive from the two tribes just now was blocked by a group of cultivators at the risk of their lives, but now because of the appearance of this strange spiritual weapon, both sides fell into chaos.

"How dare you be distracted in front of me?" Pei Yun's face was cold as the rolling evil energy attacked him. "What? You want to save others when you can't even save yourself?"

Xie Baiyi dodged in time, pointed the tip of his sword at the ground, and said in a light voice, "Just get rid of you."

Pei Yun seemed to have heard a big joke. He laughed out loud and suddenly changed the subject, "How shameless."

At this moment, all the disciples were held back. Under the effect of the spiritual weapons, except for the alchemist with the strongest spiritual awareness who could still remain awake, the conditions of the others were a little bad.

There were even some who were a step slow in dodging and nearly had their necks cut by the knife. Fortunately, after swallowing the hemostatic pill, the wounds healed quickly.

Pei Yun felt very disdainful in his heart.

They are just a few alchemy practitioners, what use can they be?

He could crush them like ants with just a flick of his finger.

However, he did not forget his main business and even took out his spiritual weapons to create large-scale chaos. Although the two races of demons were inevitably affected, they were numerous and it was impossible for the group of cultivators to stop them when they were in a rampage state.

The least he could ask of those rubbish was to rush into the city in one go, stepping on their corpses.

Once those monks who were still resisting were eliminated, the life and death of the remaining few disciples would be in his hands.

When the time comes, I will bring the person back to report to the Demon Lord. I believe the other party will be very satisfied.

The bloody hole on Cen Huan's abdomen looked very horrifying, but the girl's expression remained unchanged. She quickly jumped into the air with one step, and then when the other party raised his head to look for her figure, she suddenly bent her knees and kicked down, stepping on the demon cultivator's head and slamming it into the ground.

Immediately, the magic sword in his right hand fell, and the cold light with murderous intent pierced straight into the opponent's heart. A few drops of blood spurted out and splashed on her cheek.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the "corpse" that had already collapsed at her feet suddenly moved. A cold wind blew from behind. Cen Huan subconsciously dodged, and a long knife suddenly hit her shoulder, going straight through her.

Cen Huan swallowed the blood in his mouth, and didn't dare to look back. He rolled on the ground to create some distance, and then stared at the place behind him.

A man who looked exactly like the demon monk she had just dealt with was standing there, grinning at her.

"Want to kill me? You are not qualified."

Only at this moment did Cen Huan realize that his back was covered in cold sweat. It was a close call. If he had not dodged quickly, the knife might have pierced her heart.

how come?

Not only was she shocked, the demon cultivator who was fighting with her was also sweating profusely. He had originally not taken this female cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage seriously, but he did not expect that the opponent's moves were fatal, and he almost died at her hands.

If he hadn't used his distraction to block it at the critical moment, he would probably have become a corpse by now.

As expected, none of these disciples are easy to deal with.

Looking at the demon cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage who was attacking again with a hostile look and a fierce light flashing in his eyes, Cen Huan calmly seized the brief opportunity to swallow the elixir to restore his spiritual energy and heal his wounds.

She couldn't kill this tribe of demons by herself. As expected, after they reached the state of spiritual enlightenment, each one became more difficult to deal with than the other.

As expected, I still need to find a talisman practitioner to help hold him off.

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