Lei Luo stood in the air, and on the other side were the two Taoist priests standing on the ground tree, the land village, and the city lord of the Southern Flame City.

"Are you the miscellaneous person who kills people everywhere, sneaking up on so many innocent people just to transfer out the young disciples of the Demon Flame Sect and then kill them one by one?"

Hearing this, Ming Shan's face changed, and Dizhuang's face became ugly, and Dimu also knew that he was afraid that he would not be good this time.

The screams around him were still continuing, and the three of them could see that the Yuan Infant Monk in front of them had no intention of helping either side at all, and his refining corpses and beast pets were slaughtering indiscriminately from beginning to end.

"This senior, my sect's Tianxu Master Uncle is nearby, I think you should know my sect's Pure Heart Hall master, and the two of us are just acting on orders!" Di Mu explained with a smile on his face at this time.

Fighting with Yuanying Monk was too dangerous for them, and all he could do now was to hold back the other party and wait for Uncle Shi to arrive.

"Those who kill will always be killed!" Lei Luo sneered.

Then his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared in the next moment, he was already in the center of Dimu and Dizhuang.

"So fast!"

"Not good!" exclaimed the two of them, their faces changed dramatically.

After all, he was a monk at the peak of the Jindan period, and he sensed the danger the moment Lei Luo made his move, and at this moment, he even sacrificed his strongest supernatural power.

The ground wood shimmered with dark green light all over its body, and in the light, countless dark green vines wrapped around its body, some of which shot forward.

These vines shoot out like poisonous snakes, and a layer of dark green mist appears around the vines, which looks like poisonous gas.

Dizhuang hurriedly sacrificed a blue flying sword, and at the same time, his body was covered with a layer of ice crystal armor, and layers of white mist appeared around his body.

He counted the dots with his fingers, and the blue flying sword turned into a streamer and flew away, and the flying sword was surrounded by ice crystals, and there was a sound of "snort" breaking through the sky when sprinting.

"Weak, too weak!" Lei Luo felt the power of the two of them, and sighed boringly.

He didn't make any extra movements, he threw two punches forward, and two golden fist phantoms the size of five or six zhang flew forward, slamming into the flying sword and the tree vine.

The vines were crushed into crumbs and powder under the bombardment of the fist phantom, and the flying sword made a crisp sound, and then it began to shatter from the tip of the sword, and finally the sword body, sword grid, and hilt.

"Poof" Dizhuang looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, but at this moment, a golden fist shadow had already blasted in front of him.

"No!"

He only had time to shout this sentence, and the next moment his body was hit by the golden fist shadow, and a crisp "click" sound was heard, followed by a "bang" crash.

The ground was full of minced flesh mixed with ice crystals and fell to the ground, and the Dizhuang Daoist died under the second blow.

From Lei Luo's punch to the death of the Dizhuang Daoist, all this seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was only a time of two punches, and only one or two breaths had passed, and the city lord of the Styx had even just turned around and was about to escape.

However, the moment she turned around, Lei Luo had already walked to the path where she was about to escape, and did not attack the Dimu Daoist.

"Before, senior, what do you mean by this, my Demon Flame Sect and the Barbarian Ghost Sect are both the Five Demon Dao Sects, and they have no grievances against each other," a trace of panic flashed in Ming Shan's eyes, and he could only say so in desperation.

The Barbarian Ghost Sect and the Demon Flame Sect are both the Five Sects of the Demon Dao, so at this time, they can only rely on this, after all, the Yuan Infant Monk in front of him really wants to kill himself, and no matter how much he says, there is no problem.

"It's a pity you made a stupid decision!" Lei Luo said lightly.

The stupid decision he said was naturally that the other party in the city lord's mansion discussed the matter with the staff, if the other party didn't choose to side with Youtai, he might not be a killer, but it's a pity.

A golden fist shadow bombarded her, and Ying Shan's face froze, and then a strange magic seal formed in her hands, and at the same time, a ball of black light shot out when she opened her mouth and spit out, and turned into a pitch-black goat in a blink of an eye.

The goat was not a living thing, but a sculpture-like corpse made of many black parts, and its body was full of joints, like an assembled puppet beast.

The golden fist shadow struck the pitch-black goat with a clashing sound, and the goat shattered into countless small black pieces under the force.

"The Way of the Flame Weapon!" Lei Luo looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and said in his heart.

The countless black parts were not shattered by him, but under the control of the other party, his fist disintegrated when it bombarded past, and in this way, the power of the fist was removed.

Then these black parts were reassembled in front of Styx's body to form a pitch-black goat, and Styx's mouth opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blue flames, which flew into the jet-black goat's body in a flash.

A sharp cry sounded, and countless dark blue flames erupted from the pitch-black goat's body, and the two sheep horns also turned into flame horns more than three feet in flame, and the entire goat's body was no more than the size of an ordinary person.

Lei Luo sneered, and then his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared in the next moment, he had already come to the front of the pitch-black goat, and at the same time his right hand was clawed forward.

Seeing this, Ying Shan's face was overjoyed, because her flame was not a mortal thing, but the famous 'Soul Devouring Fire' in the Demon Flame Sect, and it was impossible for even a Yuanying Monk to ignore the power of this flame.

Seeing the other party attacking with a flesh palm, she was even more overjoyed, secretly saying that the person in front of her might have been undercover in the Demon Flame Sect for too short, and he couldn't even recognize his own flames.

"No, what kind of flame is that!" said Styx, surprised at the sudden discovery of something.

Because right in front of her, Lei Luo's palm was also covered with a layer of pitch-black flames, and the entire right claw turned into a pitch-black giant claw under the blessing of the flames, and then grabbed the goat's head.

Then something even more incredible happened.

The black goat let out a mournful roar, and then its body was covered in pitch-black flames, and the dark blue flames were consumed before they could resist it.

"Poof" She also looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood, because the pitch-black goat was her natal magic weapon, but this magic weapon had lost contact with herself under the devouring of the pitch-black flames, and the natal imprint was even more devoured and burned by the flames.

As soon as she came back to her senses, she felt a violent storm in front of her, and when she looked forward, a golden fist shadow twice as big as herself had rushed in front of her.

"No!" she had time to let out a scream, and then the sound stopped abruptly, and a huge force slammed into her body.

After the bombardment of the golden fist shadow, a blood mist erupted in the sky, and the Southern Flame City Lord Shen Shan, who was originally standing, had lost his trace.

"There's one more!" said Lei Luo indifferently.

He looked into the distance, and saw a figure flying away quickly, but it was not the person from the wood.

After grabbing and crushing the pitch-black goat in his hand, he sneered, and then chased after the fleeing Dimu Daoist in front of him.

This person is not a sword cultivator, nor is he a monk of the wind attribute and thunder attribute, but a wood attribute.

The monk of this attribute can be said to be the second-to-last in the same level after the earth attribute in terms of flying speed, which is why Lei Luo was the last to clean up the other party.

The people of Dimu Dao were terrified at this time, because all the people they brought out were dead, and their junior brother Dizhuang was also dead, and he might have to follow in their footsteps.

He naturally didn't want this, thinking that he had been cultivating for nearly four hundred years, and finally reached the peak of cultivation in the Jindan period, maybe he could find some opportunities to condense the Yuan Baby, and then he would have an extra four or five hundred years of longevity.

Therefore, he is even more greedy for life and afraid of death, although his status in Tianqingmen is not low, but only when he becomes the hall master of the Yuan Infant Stage, can he be regarded as the top monk in Nanjue Kingdom.

However, a sound of breaking wind struck, and Di Mu's complexion changed greatly, because this sound was extremely fast, and it was accompanied by a huge Yuan Infant Stage might.

"If you can escape this time, you will say that you will go to the death retreat, and you will not leave the sect if you don't break through the Yuan Infant Stage!" he said bitterly in his heart.

However, at this moment, a golden fist shadow had already bombarded in, and the power mixed in the fist shadow was even more amazing, so that its flying figure was affected.

The Dimu Daoist only had time to crush a jade pendant on his waist, and then his body erupted with a burst of emerald green dazzling light, and then when the fist shadow fell, it was already gone.

In the distance, an emerald green light flashed, and then a panicked figure flew out of the light, but it was not the person from the Wood Dao.

"A one-time life-saving treasure, but unfortunately there is only one chance," Lei Luo said calmly, although he was a little surprised.

Then he rushed towards the figure in the distance, obviously not intending to let the other party go.

"Fellow Daoist, keep people under your hands!" At this moment, a loud shout came from the distance, accompanied by a momentum in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

The Dimu Daoist looked overjoyed when he heard this roar, and then his body accelerated into the distance, wanting to meet the rescuers in front of him.

"Hmph, can you escape!" Lei Luo sneered.

Then the figure instantly crossed a distance of 100 zhang, and in the next moment, it had already come to a position far behind the Dimu Daoist.

"Drink!" A loud shout was so frightened that the people of the Earth Wood Dao were terrified, and they looked at Bai Hong, who was flying towards him in front of him, and wanted to shout for help.

But the next moment, a golden fist shadow roared, accompanied by a huge force, under which he didn't even have a chance to shout for help.

The golden fist shadow roared by, and all that was left was a burst of blood mist in the sky, and this peak cultivator of the Jindan Stage of the Tianqing Gate fell, and he couldn't die anymore.

"You dare!" a long rainbow rushed towards him, and burst out with a sharp sword aura.

Lei Luo's right fist turned pale gold, and when the sword qi approached, a punch blasted out, only to hear a crisp sound of "ding", and when he got the sword qi, he took it with his right fist.

"Yuan Ying's early cultivation, the power of the angry blow is stronger than that of Fairy Wen, but it's still not enough!"

He glanced at the inconspicuous white mark on his right fist, comparing it to his cheap master in his mind.

In just an instant, he analyzed that the strength of a person may be a little bit stronger than his cheap master.

The person who came also saw that the other party received the attack of his sword qi with his bare hands, so he did not approach immediately, but kept a distance of 100 zhang.

However, the person in front of him killed the disciple with the most potential to advance to the Yuan Infant in the sect in front of him, this kind of great enmity is not something that can be shirked in one or two sentences, this is about the face of a Yuan Infant Cultivator!