Asking Immortals: From the Republic of China to Marvel

Looking around him and on the platform below, Ye Wentian's expression suddenly changed a lot, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"Block them! We must ensure that Qiu Zhenren successfully breaks through! The veteran takes the first step!"

"boom!"

Use the art of blood escape to rush to the side of the demon, and use the method of self-destruction to kill both of you!

"Count me in too!"

"boom!"

Following closely behind him was a man who couldn't say his name, but whose arm had been cut off by the demon. He also rushed out without fear of death.

"And I!"

"boom!"

"kill!"

"Boom~boom~boom..."

"..."

There are many innate fellow monastics who rush out of the circle formation surrounding Qiuchi and die together with the demons.

Outside the formation, those acquired monks who had no time to enter the formation were working together to resist the massacre of demons.

At this moment, there is no longer any scene of fighting against each other, because the monks in the monastic world were defeated by the numerical superiority of the demons before they could hold on for a moment.

They could only rely on the power of the formation to survive. When they saw Ye Wentian coming back, everyone's eyes were filled with joy and they immediately stopped such unwise actions as self-destruction.

Based on the current number of people and the previous comparison, Ye Wentian can clearly draw the data that there is no one out of ten in the monastic world.

Of course, not everyone was massacred. The number of corpses scattered on the ground was not the same as before. It seems that some of the proud men of various sects had already retreated first.

The survival of the monastic community plays a very small role in Ye Wentian's heart. What he is concerned about is the safety of people he knows well.

Ye Zixuan's mouth was bleeding, and she knelt on one knee, holding her body up with her sword to barely keep from falling. A sharp claw that penetrated half of her shoulder for fifty centimeters was clearly visible.

Old man Liuyun was hit by some kind of magic. His skin was so dark that most of his tissues were obviously necrotic. He was secretly suppressing it with his back on the stairs.

But the breath is obviously weakening rapidly, and it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on for a while.

Uncle Jiu put his hands together in the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Seal, and the soul of the talisman had already been released, and he continued to condense the inscriptions while resisting the siege of the three demons.

But from the short hair that has changed from black to black and white, it can be clearly seen that the injury has recurred again.

And it is more serious than before the breakthrough of Xiantian. If it were not for the desperate support, I am afraid that it would have fallen back to the acquired state. It is better to think about it.

Under the dark clouds, Ye Qing was completely restrained by four demonic cultivators of comparable physiques. His scales had been pried open, and a hole in his flesh and blood had been opened by the claws of the demonic cultivators in front of him.

While the dragon's blood was spilling, Ye Qing was already so weak that he couldn't even roar. It was estimated that the dragon's heart would be pulled out by the demon cultivator in front of him in the next moment.

There are also Fu Zhuojun, who has cracks all over his body and is still fighting back with thunder, and Wu Dahai, a simple and honest man who is lying on the ground and dying, and has only met a few times...

As well as the corpses of familiar people such as Four Eyes, Chizuru, etc. whose body temperature gradually became cold, and half of the arm missing the body.

From the Longhu Mountain logo under the wrist and the talisman that never left his body, Ye Wentian could recognize that this hand belonged to Zhang Jing. It was estimated that the broken body was already in the belly of a certain demon.

Seeing these tragic scenes in the world, Ye Wentian became even more angry, but he also felt helpless.

All fates are fate. If you don't believe in fate, you have to fight with God for your fate. Death is your own choice. The only thing you can do at this moment is to avenge these tragic deaths of your comrades.

At this moment, Ye Wentian was so angry that he had to kill to calm down. Looking at the whole place, Ye Wentian had already sentenced these monsters to death in his heart.

"Not good! Ye Wentian is back!"

"Has the sect master already fallen into his hands?!"

"What should we do? How about we escape?! We can keep the green hills and don't have to worry about running out of firewood!"

"He should be like..."

"It's true..."

"..."

The discussion that filled the whole place disappeared without a trace under the confinement of Ye Wentian's space, and it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

The fleeing light that turned around and flew away was stopped midway, and strong looks of fear could still be seen in the eyes of these monsters.

The fleeing demons were divided into two groups, and one wave was scattered by the Ten Thousand Demons Immortal Sect.

A wave of people dispersed and consolidated in Gouchen Palace. From the direction, it could be roughly seen that these evil cultivators and soul cultivators were preparing to gather at the Qiankun Cauldron, and they probably wanted to protect Murong Xiaoxiao.

"Leave it to me next."

"..."

Ye Wentian patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder twice, indicating that he could rest.

Although there were no external injuries, it could be seen that Zhao Zheng, who was very exhausted and looked very bad, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Without saying much, he just nodded in response and then flew towards the platform below.

A circle of fellow monks formed a formation around Qiu Chi, as well as many seriously injured people around him.

Seeing Ye Wentian controlling the situation in an instant, while sighing at his strength, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

The way of space launched with strong anger, the confinement is strong, even if it is not directed at anyone.

The crazy oppression of the space also gave these demons in the innate realm a sense of deja vu that if they were stronger, they would be crushed on the spot.

The six gods are not enough to describe their fear of Ye Wentian. If they can escape from here today, they may have to retreat when they hear Ye Wentian's name in the future.

But can Ye Wentian let them go? of course not! With his left hand on his back, the other slender arm as gentle as jade slowly stretched out.

This hand seemed to hold the talisman of all demons. Ye Wentian showed no expression on his face and began to slowly squeeze his open palm tightly.

The space that imprisoned all the demons began to shrink rapidly toward the center following Ye Wentian's actions, vowing to crush all the demons into powder.

Even if you are an incorporeal soul cultivator, you cannot escape the squeeze of space, and the intangible must rely on space to exist.

When the energy overflows, when the power to maintain the soul body is no longer there, you will die even if you are a disembodied soul cultivator.

At first, it was just the tissue being squeezed, and the pores all over the body were bleeding. The next moment, the elasticity of the tissue had reached its limit, and the force of squeezing spread to the bones in an instant, and the sound of "click" resounded throughout the audience.

The soul cultivators were not much better, everyone felt that the invisible soul body was tightened, and if the force was any greater, the surface would crack.

Some demon cultivators who maintained their true bodies had to turn into human beings in an attempt to get some respite in this way.

There was a chance to breathe, but it was of no use. The space wrapped it up again in an instant, repeating the unfinished squeezing before.

Within a few breaths, demon cultivators and evil cultivators who are not strong enough or strong enough will bleed to death. Death represents the end, and the space will automatically disperse, allowing them to fall down.

The other monsters who are not dead yet are still trying to persevere. If nothing happens, death will be their final destination in a short while.

"Boom!"

An unparalleled thunderous explosion caught Ye Wentian's attention. He subconsciously looked up and saw that the dark clouds had spiraled into a spiral shape, with a huge amount of extremely condensed thunder power in the center.