Qiankun Gourd

The screams were endless.

"Oops!"

The orange-faced Shura frowned slightly, turned around and wanted to escape, but before he turned around, a huge skeleton hand emerged from behind him and grabbed him in its hand.

"It's not that easy to escape!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, his mind moved slightly, and a purple flame instantly burned in the hands of the white skeleton.

The purple flames instantly engulfed the Orange-faced Shura, followed by a scream. The body of the Orange-faced Shura was burned to ashes, leaving only a little man and several storage magic weapons.

"Fellow Daoist with orange face!"

When the Red-faced Shura heard the screams, he felt a chill in his heart. When he saw that the Orange-faced Shura had been burned to ashes and his Nascent Soul had been controlled by Ye Feng, he was horrified.

The young man who had fought with him before, unexpectedly killed the Orange-faced Shura easily. You should know that the Orange-faced Shura's magic power was even greater than his.

"Could it be that the other party is deliberately delaying time in order to lure out fellow Taoist Orange-faced!"

Red-faced Shura suddenly thought of something.

"If that's the case, then the other party must be hiding his strength."

"It seems my life is in danger, so the best strategy is to run away!"

The Red-Faced Shura seemed to have figured it all out and stopped fighting. He dropped his bloody dagger and turned into a red light, escaping into the distance.

Click!

The bloody dagger suddenly shattered.

The five-colored spirit sword flashed with light and chased in the direction he fled.

The Red-Faced Shura had already used up all the magic power in his body, and his speed could be said to have reached the limit, but he was still caught up by the Five-Colored Spirit Sword in an instant.

Poof!

The five-colored spirit sword passed through the back of the Red-faced Shura, who screamed and died on the spot. His Nascent Soul wanted to escape, but was quickly grabbed by a giant skeleton hand and sent to Ye Feng.

"My friend, I advise you to let us go immediately!"

"We are monks from the Shura clan. If our ancestor comes, you will definitely die!"

The Red-Faced Shura's Nascent Soul looked fearless in the face of danger.

"That's right! Our ancestor is a Mahayana cultivator. Even if you have the cultivation base of the late fusion peak, you can't escape his pursuit!"

"If you know what's best for you, just let us go!"

Orange-faced Shura said coldly.

"Humph! I wanted to keep you for a while, but you dared to threaten me with the founder of the Shura clan. Then I will make your souls fly away and be annihilated!"

Ye Feng said sternly.

"Oh no! Two elders have been killed. Let's run!"

Seeing the Red-faced Shura and the Orange-faced Shura being killed, the Shura monks no longer wanted to make unnecessary sacrifices. They flew back to the warships and fled to the rear.

"Wangcai, Jinmao! These two Nascent Souls in the late stage of fusion are left to you!"

Ye Feng threw the two Nascent Souls into the mouths of Wangcai and Jinmao.

Wangcai and Jinmao happily swallowed them both in one gulp.

......

The battle in Qingsha Valley is still going on. The Qingsha ancestor and his men have gradually gained the upper hand, and the four Heisha ancestors are being beaten back.

At the same time, Ye Feng's four puppets in the late stage of fusion successfully attacked the cities of the four tribes.

"Fellow Daoist Heisha, what's going on? Why haven't the Asura tribe's reinforcements arrived yet?"

"We won't be able to hold on for much longer if this continues!"

Ancestor Lansha transmitted the message.

"I didn't expect these Ghost Clan elders to be so powerful! Fellow Daoist Heisha, if the Shura Clan's reinforcements don't arrive, I will have to leave first!"

"Here, my people will only make meaningless sacrifices!"

The White Evil Ancestor transmitted the message.

"Oh no! A disciple sent me a message saying that Zisha City was attacked by a high-level cultivator and asked me to return to help as soon as possible!"

"It seems that I have to go first!"

The Purple Evil Ancestor frowned slightly and transmitted the message.

"Oh no, my disciple has also sent a message..."

The White Evil Ancestor, the Blue Evil Ancestor, and the Black Evil Ancestor also received the message.

However, in this situation, they had no time to split themselves. If they just left like this, hundreds of thousands of disciples would have died in vain.

"Fellow Daoist Heisha, I advise you to surrender quickly!"

When the Green Evil Ancestor saw that the Black Evil Ancestor had an extremely ugly expression on his face, he tried to comfort him.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Ye's strategy has taken effect!"

"Now the enemy has no way to retreat. The only option left is surrender!"

Ancestor Qingsha thought secretly in his heart.

Patriarch Qingsha had no intention of killing them all. Even though these four people had tried to murder him in the past, he still wanted to spare their lives.

Once these people died, he would be the only one left in their Rakshasa clan who was in the late stage of fusion, and he alone could not support such a large clan.

“This…” The Black Evil Ancestor hesitated!

Now it is a matter of the fate of the ethnic groups. Judging from the situation on the battlefield, their four major ethnic groups are doomed to be defeated. If they continue to hold on, they will be in danger of being exterminated.

But just as he was hesitating, a colorful sword light fell from the sky, and this colorful sword light pierced through the chest of the Black Evil Ancestor with lightning speed.

puff!

The Black Evil Ancestor screamed, turned around and looked behind him, only to see a young man in a black robe appearing not far away in the air.

"Daoist Black Evil!"

The White Evil Ancestor, the Blue Evil Ancestor, and the Purple Evil Ancestor were all shocked when they saw this scene. They turned around and wanted to escape without caring about anything.

But before he could escape far, five sword beams pierced his chest.

“Ah…!” “Ah…!” “Ah…!”

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please show mercy!"

Seeing this, Qingsha Patriarch laughed bitterly and shouted,

"Friend Ye Daoyou has powerful means!"

"Fellow Daoist Qingsha, please don't be too soft-hearted. They tried to murder you before!"

Ye Feng said expressionlessly.

"Master, what Junior Brother Ye said is correct! They can't stay!"

Nie Meixue flashed in front of Qingsha Patriarch and said.

"All right!"

Ancestor Qingsha sighed.

"Fellow Daoist Qingsha, don't worry! I will make arrangements!"

Ye Feng waved his robe sleeves, and four invisible forces grabbed the Nascent Souls of the Black Evil Ancestor, the White Evil Ancestor, the Blue Evil Ancestor, and the Purple Evil Ancestor from their bodies.

Then he extracted their souls one by one and threw their Nascent Souls to Wangcai and Jinmao.

Seeing the four elders being killed, the disciples of the four clans knew that they were doomed to lose and had no way to retreat, so they put down their magic weapons and knelt down in surrender.

"Fellow Daoist Ye's magical power is getting stronger and stronger. I admire you!"

Ying Lihua and others appeared in front of Ye Feng in a flash.

"Four fusion-stage cultivators were killed in an instant. Fellow Daoist Ye's magic power is probably almost the same as that of a Mahayana cultivator!"

"It seems that we can no longer address each other as fellow Taoists. We have to call each other seniors!"

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly.

"Not bad, not bad! Fellow Daoist Ye already has the magical power of the Mahayana stage, and he deserves to be called a senior!"

Liu Hanwen complimented from the side.

"My fellow Taoists, thank you for your praise! I am only at the late stage of fusion, how can I call myself a senior? No, no!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and said.

“Senior Ye, there is no need to refuse. With your magical power, I am afraid that even in the spirit world, there are few people who can be your opponent!”

When Patriarch Qingsha saw this, he hurriedly said something flattering.