Chapter 2445 Demon Pingxian

"You only have this ability, and you dare to attack the Demon Pavilion?"

The high priest showed a contemptuous smile, "I will send you off now!"

With a cold shout, his pupils shrank, and thousands of needles appeared in his eyes. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

"Shh!"

A strange sound came from the void, and Mo Wutian's scalp numbed, and deep fear surged in his eyes.

These thousands of needles are the condensation of the power of the soul, invisible and invisible, and difficult to see with the naked eye. They pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness, like a storm, raising thousands of feet of waves.

However, thousands of needles alone could not do anything to Mo Wutian. He was easily suppressed by urging his soul and mobilizing the mighty power of the soul.

The needles were not enough, but the hidden meaning behind the needles made Mo Wutian shudder.

You must know that the inner demon is the most restraining soul, and the cultivator who has gone astray will definitely mobilize all the power of the soul to suppress the inner demon.

At present, the high priest has no scruples and uses the power of the soul. There are only two possibilities.

One is that the high priest has been occupied by the inner demon, and it is the inner demon that controls his body at this moment.

But the inner demon is extremely evil. It is a good thing that he does not kill all the demons in the Demon Pavilion. It is impossible to protect the Demon Pavilion.

The first possibility is ruled out, leaving only the second possibility, which is also the possibility that Mo Wutian is most unwilling to accept, or even unwilling to believe.

"You have wiped out the inner demon!"

Mo Wutian stared at the high priest with a ferocious face.

The reason why Mo Wutian dared to attack the Demon Pavilion was because he got the information that the high priest was possessed by the demon and disturbed by the inner demon.

In the battle of the Demon Pavilion, Mo Wutian carefully tested and confirmed the authenticity of the information. The high priest was in a very bad state.

In order to protect the Demon Pavilion, the high priest forcibly suppressed the inner demon and fought with himself. Mo Wutian judged that even if the high priest was not occupied by the inner demon, he would never have the strength to fight again.

It was with this idea that Mo Wutian led the demon soul clan to attack the Demon Pavilion again after only one day.

But at the moment, the high priest did not show any signs of decline. He was confident in his every move, and his every move was powerful.

"You are not stupid."

Mo Wutian said in disbelief, which made the high priest's mouth curl up with a playful arc.

"You have guessed the truth, and you should die happily and contentedly. I will send you off."

The high priest raised his hand, and nine fox tails emerged from his palm. The fox tails turned and turned into a reincarnation vortex, falling from the sky and covering Mo Wutian.

"Nine Turns of the Flow!"

Ye Feng saw this scene through the hole in the demon pavilion, and his expression was slightly stunned.

Nine Turns of the Flow is a magical power that can only be performed by the nine-tailed demon fox. It is a special magical power that requires a specific bloodline.

The Nine Turns of the Flow is extremely domineering. Ye Feng had seen Hu Xianghan perform it, and he learned it because of this, so he knew the Nine Turns of the Flow very well.

The high priest performed the Nine Turns of the Flow, which proved that the high priest's true body must be a nine-tailed demon fox. At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Before he got the blood of the divine owl, Ye Feng was still considering whether to pretend to be a nine-tailed demon fox and enter the Demon Pavilion.

At present, it seems that Ye Feng did not do so after getting the blood of the divine owl. Otherwise, facing the high priest, a nine-tailed demon fox of the ninth level of the divine realm, his identity would not withstand any scrutiny and his disguise would be seen through at a glance.

"However, I remember Zhang Ji once said that the demon clan priest was called Li Huan. Did I remember it wrong?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The name Li Huan had nothing to do with the nine-tailed demon fox.

But no matter what, Mo Wutian would be seriously injured if he did not die in the face of the powerful magical power of the high priest. All his plans were doomed to fail, and he might even die in the Demon Pavilion.

While thinking about the ending of this hero, Ye Feng suddenly felt a chill on his back and his pupils shrank sharply.

Endless fear surged in his heart, and Ye Feng's hands and feet were cold.

He felt like he was being targeted by the devil of hell. In the next second, a devil's hand that covered the sky and the sun would grab him. Even if he used the law of space, he could not avoid it. The devil's hand would smash his body into mud and drag his soul into purgatory, never to be reborn.

Fear made Ye Feng's body stiff.

But he was not a person who would sit and wait for death. Facing any difficulties, Ye Feng would never give up. Even if he died immediately in the next second, he would still fight back.

"Supreme sword secret! Cut off mountains and rivers!"

Ye Feng roared angrily, drew his sword, and turned around without hesitation. The sword light seemed to illuminate the sky, dazzling and gorgeous.

Under the sword light, mountains and rivers were broken, and boundless coldness poured out. The amazing sword energy was unstoppable!

This sword was the strongest blow that Ye Feng realized when he was surrounded and killed by a group of demon clan geniuses in Guiyun Ridge before, which allowed him to change his fate and cut off the demons with a sword.

Ye Feng turned around and swung his sword, the sword light broke the mountains and rivers, at this moment, he saw the source of his fear of death.

This was a demon soul clan, wearing a purple gold crown, wearing dragon scale armor, with a sharp look, murderous intent, holding a soul-destroying magic sword, the cold light of the sword tip was breathtaking, and in the cold light sat an ugly demon with disheveled hair and a distorted face.

The demon's pressure was overwhelming, as if it was the supreme demon lord, who regarded all living things in the world as ants and wanted to slaughter all living things.

It was because the demon was so terrible that Ye Feng felt endless fear in his heart, and he had to use his strongest trump card to break the mountains and rivers with one sword.

The sword light collided with the cold light of the sword tip in an instant, and the demon sitting in the cold light suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were like the abyss, and he pushed out his hands in front of his chest, and the surging power was like a huge wave, like a world-destroying storm.

"Bang!"

The violent force poured out, the coldness of the sword blade attacked sharply, and the knife light, under the force of the raging waves, crushed the unstoppable force and cut open the palm of the evil demon.

"Bang!"

The tip of the sword shone with a cold light, and the fierce demon sitting in it was cut into two. Ye Feng's body shook violently and flew backwards suddenly.

The tiger's mouth was broken, blood was dripping, the arm was stiff, and the veins were bulging.

Ye Feng slapped the ground with one hand, stabilized his body, raised his trembling arm, stared at the front with a cold gaze, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth indifferently.

The demon soul clan also looked at Ye Feng at this moment. The soul-destroying magic sword in his hand trembled and hummed, and a shrill and resentful cry came, as if there were wronged souls crying and cursing in his ears.

"Are you Shen Feng?"

The voice of the demon soul clan was cold, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, "You killed my third brother and my people. Today, you will pay for your blood debt with blood!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes condensed. It turned out that the other party was Mo Pingtian's brother.

As the third son of the demon soul clan, Mo Pingtian had two older brothers. After Ye Feng killed Mo Pingtian, he also heard a lot of news about his two brothers.

Mo Pingtian's eldest brother, Mo Pingyu, is already in the God Realm and has a great reputation in the Mo Soul Clan, while his second brother, Mo Pingxian, is still in the Saint Realm, but has reached the peak of the Saint Realm. It is even rumored that he has stepped half a step into the God Realm.

The Mo Soul Clan in front of him is exactly the ninth level of the Saint Realm, with a strong demonic aura and superb combat power. He must be Mo Pingxian.

"Ninth level of the Saint Realm, half a step into the God Realm..."

Ye Feng silently clenched the Soul-Grabbing Sword, his heart sank slightly. When the opponent attacked just now, he used Broken Mountain River to block it. Although he was not seriously injured, the opponent was unscathed in the face of Broken Mountain River, which shows how strong he is.

"Shen Feng."

When Mo Pingxian attacked Ye Feng just now, Kong Liekong discovered the opponent, but he had no time to attack. At this moment, the two sides were on the verge of a fight, and he immediately came to Ye Feng's side.

"Mo Pingxian, if you want to kill Shen Feng, you must get through me first."

Kong Liekong's mouth was dry. He knew that Mo Pingxian was stronger than him, but he still unwaveringly protected Ye Feng.