Zhan Xiaoyao suddenly remembered the mysterious male number five. If he had agreed to the invitation of the mysterious male number five, where would he be now?

"Let's go, let's go to the branch to handle the group business."

The majesty of the Martial Arts Alliance branch in Zhenlong City shocked Zhou Gang again. After Fang Tianjiao and Yanlong entered the change of the battle group business, the six people marched straight to the west outside the city.

"Although Netherworld Sect and Demonic Sect are not real demons, they all practice evil devil skills. The sect leader, the seventh grade of the emperor level, and the six deputy sect leaders are all powerful emperor level. There are twenty-eight saints in the hall entrance, thousands of great martial artists, and nearly ten thousand martial artists, hiding in the black forest. Let's go and destroy him first."

puff!

Zhan Xiaoyao choked and did not recover.

"You actually know that the Netherworld Sect is so powerful, so just a few of us go?"

Fang Tian smiled proudly: "Why are you afraid? The five passionate young people, what is the mere Netherworld Sect?"

Of course, passion is necessary, but passion is not a presumptuous person, or a naughty person who relies on his family's power to challenge a powerful enemy whom he knows he can't beat. This is completely looking for death.

Fang Tianjiao would never be so presumptuous. He must have a backup plan, but why did he help him like this?

Fang Tianjiao seemed to see through Zhan Xiaoyao's thoughts: "Don't forget that we are friends for three days. You don't need to doubt our friends."

After a long-distance flight for a whole day and night, several people reached the edge of the black forest.

Looking at the familiar scene, Zhan Xiaoyao and Fengxia Wu were in tune with each other and looked at each other, and a deep affection rippled out.

Fang Tianjiao's eyes widened: "I'm going to face a difficult battle soon, you, you, I despise you."

Zhan Xiaoyao withdrew his eyes and looked at the dark fog under his feet and asked in confusion: "Does so many disciples of the Netherworld Sect actually hide in the black forest?"

"What they are practicing is the magical technique. Although this fog is not the evil spirit, it has no effect on them. As long as they do not disturb the seven-star beast giant axe monster inside, they can enter and exit freely."

Zhan Xiaoyao was shocked. What kind of sect could hide here? The last time he snatched the Blue Grass, he didn't find these people.

After flying for more than an hour, a wave of formation came from the thick black fog under my feet.

Fang Tianjiao smiled slightly: "If you feel it, they will hide it inside."

An extremely huge shielding formation, the highest strange beast here is the giant axe monster, but a giant axe monster woke up and a group of monsters came. Those above the saints generally do not come here, but hiding here is a great place.

Fang Tianjiao smiled indifferently: "We are lurking nearby, grabbing three tongues, and the tokens they enter and exit can directly enter the formation. By the way, don't forget to take on the team battle mission. The Netherworld Sect is a Demon Sect, but has a battle mission."

Fang Tianjiao knew the mystery of the Netherworld Sect so clearly, and it seemed that the power of the Fang family was obvious.

Six people were hiding nearby. Not long after, five martial artists surrounded by black air flew quietly from a distance.

As soon as the flight approached, the Fire Dragon suddenly launched an attack and intercepted and killed four people.

After the martial artist died, the black gas dissipated, and a corpse appeared. The whole person's face was pale, his eyes were gray-black, and even his overall skin was gray-black.

A martial artist hurriedly restrained the black gas, knelt on the ground, and kept begging for mercy.

Fang Tianjiao shouted, "What are the arrangements inside? Are there institutions? How many people?"

The martial artist answered one by one in a hurry. The answer he got was similar to what Fang Tianjiao said.

After asking clearly how to enter, six people entered the forest.

Fang Tianjiao walked around the forest with strange steps, which made Zhou Gang look a little puzzled.

Zhan Xiaoyao could see clearly that this Tianjiao formation had very good achievements.

In a moment, Fang Tianjiao had already found the formation gate.

"It's here."

Just in case, after each of the six people took the poison avoidance pill, Fang Tianjiao looked calm and raised his foot and prepared to enter.

“Wait a minute,”

Zhan Xiaoyao looked at Zhou Gang who was a little nervous in confusion.

"Old, boss, really, do you really want to enter?"

Fang Tianjiao sneered, flashed, and his body had disappeared into the illusion eye.

Several men came in one after another.

As soon as you enter the inside, it is covered with thick black fog, with a rich smell of corruption and erosion. The dead trees stand up, but many smells are hidden everywhere.

Although his mental power is limited here, it is farther than the first time Zhan Xiaoyao entered here to explore.

A series of black tents, seven or eight practitioners were surrounded by black air, patrolling the movements around them back and forth.

The sudden appearance of several people made these cultivators a little dull, and they didn't react at all. They just stared at the six people who suddenly appeared.

Fang Tianjiao burst out directly, ice slashes shot out, and ice storms whistled away.

Immediately, there were all kinds of shouting and scolding, including martial artists and spells, and the techniques released were all black.

Zhan Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly. It would be fine if this Tianjiao didn't change his clothes. At this moment, he suddenly started to kill people and did not take the strength of the Netherworld Sect seriously.

The flame dragon was even more violent. As soon as the protective energy was opened, he moved and dodged, and one punch was reimbursed by a martial artist.

The battle broke out like this. Zhou Gang, Xiaotian, and Feng Xiawu each dodged away, found the target and joined the battle.

Zhan Xiaoyao did not move, and carefully watched Fang Tianjiao's various water-based spells.

Fang Tianjiao's blue air shield protects his body, rich spiritual energy and water-attributed aura, filled the spells, and the ice sabers released were more solid, harder, and more ferocious than the Dharma Saints that Zhan Xiaoyao had seen.

The magician was indeed a good player in group chopping. An ice skate shot in the sky took away the lives of dozens of martial artists.

A flat path leads to the distance, with many black flags on both sides of the road, and a skeleton-shaped group of people on the flag.

Soon a saint came, and a black mist lingered in it, with an extremely terrifying momentum.

"Stop it. Then, what is your intention to kill my disciples of the Netherworld Sect?"

Fang Tianjiao kept in his hands: "I think you are not happy with Netherworld Sect."

Zhan Xiaoyao did not rush to do it, but looked at the movements around him carefully.

The saint was furious, opened his mouth and whistled, his cheeks were gray and black, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Zhan Xiaoyao, you haven't taken action yet, you are watching the show. You, the leader, are too idle."

Zhan Xiaoyao smiled slightly: "With the Flame Dragon, he is wary, I am so quiet."

Zhan Xiaoyao did not move with purpose. Fang Tianjiao and Yanlong appeared somewhat "just right", and even helped him. At this moment, he joined his own battle group for no reason and suddenly attacked the Netherworld Sect. It was definitely not as simple as meritorious.

I know very little about the Netherworld Sect. It is unknown whether there are other forces behind the Netherworld Sect and the demons in the dungeon. Let’s wait and see what changes are and plan a way out.

The martial arts disciples of the Netherworld Sect couldn't get in the way. A group of mages in the distance kept releasing black spells to their teammates.

The spell is extremely strange, all of which are clusters of black cyclones or air balls or lines.

Four more saints came from afar. Zhan Xiaoyao moved, and waved out in extreme cold, and his martial arts were wild.

The whole forest was full of dead trees, and the trembling energy of the underworld was hiding away from a distance.

Yanlong, Xiaotian's melee battle, Zhan Xiaoyao, Fengxiawu's mid-range, Fang Tianjiao's long-range, Zhou Gang's defense, several saints are no match for them at all.

Fang Tianjiao stood in the distance: "Don't let the black air enter the mouth and nose and touch the skin."

Among the saints who came, a martial saint was extremely powerful. He was extremely fierce and had a black-faced ghost-headed sword, which was extremely fierce, and was in a stalemate with the Flame Dragon.

A saint asked, "Who are you? Why did you destroy me, Netherworld Sect?"

Fang Tianjiao said: "You who poison the righteous practitioners, use evil practices to enhance their cultivation, and should be punished."

"Since you come in, don't try to escape. Just use your lives to practice my soul energy and enhance my soul energy spells."

Soul energy? What a weird spell.

Zhan Xiaoyao's body swept, and his skills were released again.

With the clever cooperation of several people, these holy ranks were no match for them at all.

The six people were moving forward like bamboo and approaching inside. Small altars appeared in front of them. On each altar was a dying practitioner lying. The body was covered with wounds, and streams of black gas kept coming out of the wound and burying in.

The extreme pain made these practitioners' cheeks extremely twisted, and they trembled and stretched out their dry right hand to grab something. They even made a sound from their throats, but there was no word that could be heard clearly.

The phoenix Xia danced the phoenix eyes were filled with tears, and he slowly walked towards a dying cultivator.

"Xiawu." Zhan Xiaoyao spoke out with great concern to stop him.

Feng Xiawu shook her head, her pupils, full of pity, were red.

After getting very close, Feng Xiawu heard the man clearly: "Kill, kill me, please, kill me."

The scene like an evil ghost in hell made everyone angry.

More holy-level disciples rushed towards this place.

Fang Tianjiao shouted anxiously: "The attack battle formation is based on Zhan Xiaoyao and Yanlong as the main attack, and I as the eye of the formation, and immediately start it."

With a few people standing at the speed, Fang Tianjiao's formation level was also not weak, and the master-level battle formation spiritual energy flow suddenly appeared.

The saint who came to him was extremely violent: "You dare to attack and kill my Netherworld Sect, and you will all die. They will become sacrifices on my way to practice, and the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Array will be launched."

Wow, a low moan like a ghost crying and wolf howling suddenly came out, and then a thick black mist spread out from the battle formation formed by eight holy disciples of the Netherworld Sect.

In an instant, the eight holy-level disciples disappeared into the black mist.

"Be careful, be careful, be stupid, be careful of defense, never take it lightly, never let them get close to you. Once you are injured, it will be difficult to remove these soul energy."
To be continued...