The long sword and the magic knife pierced Wen Zhe's body at the same time.

Heart-piercing pain came from every joint of the body.

Spiritual power and demon energy burned in his body at the same time.

But the [Blood-Transforming Curse], which had been suppressed so hard, finally swept back at this moment.

Whether inside or outside the body, the flesh and blood on Wen Zhe began to melt layer by layer.

In addition to the fact that the magic core can operate, he still has a lingering life.

The rest of the body, like a candle burned by fire, slowly collapsed and dissolved.

He vomited blood in a big mouth, his body limp, turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Only the magic core at the Adam's apple, connected to his battered head, is still lingering.

The robe that belonged to the priest was covered on this pool of pus and blood, and it was slowly stained with disgusting color.

During this period, Wen Zhe couldn't help making heart-piercing screams over and over again.

He wailed and wailed to Master Zhong Li, hoping that the master who loved him like a jewel a thousand years ago would save him.

But this time, Zhong Li just looked at him coldly, there was no pity or sorrow in his eyes, only full of indifference.

The friendship between their mentoring and apprenticeship was exhausted thousands of years ago.

"Ha...hahaha..."

Wen Zhe's mouth let out a bleak and crazy laugh again.

"Master, master... Wen Zhe can no longer follow you..."

"But before dying, Wen Zhe will definitely pave the way for you."

"There is no ant in this world that can hinder your master's path to dominance...no..."

"The obstacle that is most likely to hinder you, Wen Zhe... Wen Zhe will remove it for you at all costs... Hahaha..."

Xue Ji took back the magic knife [Chuyue], and said with disdain: "When you die, you are still clamoring there! Just because you look like a devil or a ghost, you think you can do anything else..."

Xue Ji hadn't finished her words, but she found that Elder Minwei and the people of Xiaoyaomen beside her face changed drastically.

Han Ye, Ying Mei, and Star Wolf rushed out desperately.

Demon Blade and Tianhe also reacted extremely quickly, and the rich demon energy suddenly rose to the sky, filling the entire mustard space.

Ling Yusheng, who had teleportation, disappeared in place.

Xue Ji suddenly turned around and looked around, her eyes suddenly widened.

At this moment, she finally knew why Wen Zhe yelled so.

...

Only then, Si Tiancheng, and the others recovered their strength, joined forces with Yun Ruohan, and instantly subdued the Wuzhuang elders, Yanyue, and Wuxia of the demons.

These magic repairs were all tied up with magic ropes, and they were half immovable.

A few of them were even cut off directly, and there was no resistance at all.

So then everyone paid attention to the battle between the demon army and the ghosts, and beware of Wen Zhe hiding in the dark.

But he completely left the demons like Wuzhuang elders behind.

Even Mu Yan almost forgot their existence.

However, at this moment, the magic cords on these demons actually fell off by themselves.

Their expressions were dull and blank, and their pupils were dark and silent, as if they had no consciousness at all.

But their movements are extremely quick.

Almost with the force of wind, thunder and lightning, he rushed towards Chu Moli.

"The third child——!!!"

"Brother San——!!!"

Mu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Her face was pale at the moment, and the supernatural power, immortal power and magic power in her dantian had all been exhausted.

But seeing this scene, I don't know where the power came from.

Qi Jue Sword suddenly turned out of the palm, blocking the scimitar that Wu Zhuang threw in the first time.