Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#625 - Witchcraft

The people of the Evil Dragon Tribe were instantly enraged and took action to stop the strange bag.

Xie Zhendong even directly raised his earth-yellow warhammer and smashed it fiercely towards the bag.

However, the Grand Elders of the Gongsun family also flew out, taking action to block the Evil Dragon Tribe's rescue.

The Yin and Yang energies flowed, and the Yin-Yang Sword pierced through the air, colliding with the Evil Dragon Tribe's attack, immediately erupting into a fierce battle.

Wu Lin sneered and said, "As expected, you are a fool. No matter how clever the Evil Dragon is, it is still a beast, and it still fell for my trick."

Li Chengfeng had been on guard. If the other party dared to provoke him so blatantly and there was no trick involved, he would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Just as the mysterious bag on the Long Rainbow Avenue generated a suction force towards him, he suddenly let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth, transforming his entire being into a hundred-zhang giant dragon, incomparably majestic.

Then, he swung his giant tail, easily tearing open a cross-boundary rift. His figure flashed and disappeared. The bag's suction force instantly missed its target, acting on the rift instead. Li Chengfeng had already entered the rift.

The bag missed its target, as if it had suffered a great insult. It was extremely angry, cursing, "Damn slippery fellow! Cowardly rat."

However, just as the angry curses faded, Li Chengfeng reappeared like a ghost, launching a fierce attack on the bag.

With a wave of his hand, his tone carried an unquestionable majesty: "The Dragon God says that you will inevitably return to the past and cease to exist.

Your arrival is unfair to this world!"

Before the words faded, with a whoosh, countless evil energies swarmed out, and the bag suddenly seemed at a loss.

Seeing this, Wu Lin was furious and immediately wanted to cast a spell to counterattack.

However, at this moment, the commander-in-chief of the Evil Dragon Tribe launched an attack on him.

The opponent held a dark black war spear in his hand. With a sudden throw, this war spear, a spiritual treasure, roared with dragon souls, forged from countless Evil Dragon souls, possessing boundless power.

The enormous spear shadow pierced through the air, and Wu Lin had no choice but to wield the beheading sword in his hand to meet it.

He swung the beheading sword fiercely and shouted, "Break! The Evil Dragon Tribe is nothing more than this!"

The commander-in-chief of the Evil Dragon Tribe, Xie Wenyu, laughed loudly, mocking, "Shameless villain, seeing my Dragon Warlock Lord being invincible, you actually used such despicable means.

However, you still underestimated my Lord's strength. Although the Dragon Warrior's strength under the Dragon Sword cannot be said to be invincible, its strange methods are unparalleled."

At this time, Li Chengfeng had already sent the Chaos Origin Bag into the river of history.

There, just as the Chaos Heaven Bag was about to struggle, it was directly suppressed by a strong person.

It should be known that Long Tianqi and the three half-step God Transformation experts, along with three thousand forbidden armor cultivators, were all in the river of history. For them to suppress a spiritual treasure was simply too easy.

The Chaos Heaven Bag roared, wanting to escape, but it was swept into it by the rushing river water.

That was Yellow Spring water, the most evil, the coldest, the most solidified water. Once it fell into it, it would be doomed.

The three half-step God Transformation experts, their auras connected to each other, stood like three towering mountains. At the same time, they stretched out their giant palms and pressed down fiercely. The strength of that momentum seemed to change the color of the heavens and the earth.

Under this force, the Chaos Heaven Bag was ruthlessly held down, unable to move.

At this moment, it would be better for him to be honest and reduce some pain, otherwise, what awaited him would be the baptism of the Yellow Spring water.

And in the outside world, the battle had already entered a feverish stage.

Although Li Chengfeng was schemed against, the conflict between the two sides could not be avoided.

The disciples of the Gongsun family were all fearless and engaged in a fierce fight with the demonic beasts and the Jiaolong of the Evil Dragon Tribe.

The air was filled with a thick bloody smell, and there were broken limbs everywhere. The light of spells rolled constantly in the air, illuminating the entire battlefield.

In order to deal with this battle, the Gongsun family did not hesitate to use the family's treasure—a huge mirror that imitated the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Although this mirror was only a replica, its power was not to be underestimated. Dozens of mirrors were activated at the same time, surrounding the Gongsun family's experts, emitting a buzzing roar.

With a strong fluctuation of spiritual power, a beam of Yin-Yang light shot out suddenly, pointing directly at the Jiaolong group.

Immediately, the Jiaolong hit by the beam of light fell from the sky one after another, separated by Yin and Yang, life and death only in an instant. This was the horror of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

However, just as the Yin-Yang Mirror was about to fire the beam of light again, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky. It was a huge black mountain, carrying the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth, and slammed **** on the mirror.

With a loud bang, the dozens of imitation Yin-Yang Mirrors were smashed to pieces by this blow, turning into fragments all over the sky.

On the giant mountain stood a fat cultivator, the half-step God Transformation expert of the Evil Dragon Tribe—Xie An.

He roared, his voice filled with endless ridicule and disdain: "Gongsun family, is this all your Yin-Yang Mirror can do?

Don't take these textiles to make a fool of yourself, let people laugh at your Gongsun family has reached the end of its luck, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry!"

At this time, the Evil Dragon Tribe also launched an unprecedented offensive.

Countless evil dragons were connected head to tail, forming an indestructible battle formation. They roared in unison with deafening dragon roars.

The sharp thorns on their backs burst out suddenly. Swish, swish, swish, those were their natal thorns that they had condensed for a hundred years. At this moment, they were as dense as raindrops, ruthlessly pouncing towards the Jiedan stage cultivators of the Gongsun family.

Screams and exclamations intertwined, endlessly, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in a thick shadow of death.

Both sides were doing their best, using their respective secret methods to kill their opponents. This was already a life-and-death contest.

On the battlefield, there was no pity, no sympathy, only endless killing and death. Once you step into this battlefield, there is no turning back.

At this time, Li Chengfeng suddenly appeared on a huge altar.

He shook his body and turned into a human form again, holding a scepter, pointing forward, chanting words in his mouth, his voice surging like a tide: "Dragon God is above, the dead people, the dead dragons, you are not really dead, you still have to fight for the Dragon God! The Dragon God will give you the life of God!"

With his spell, evil spirits burst out from the air, and the corpses on the ground miraculously stood up one by one.

Regardless of whether they were Jiaolong or Gongsun family cultivators, regardless of the cause of death, their eyes became empty and dull at this moment, but they were filled with endless desire for killing.

They were thrown back into this cruel battle, desperately pouncing towards the Gongsun family's direction.

This is an evil spirit technique, one of the most cruel and ruthless methods in the Demonic Path.