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The same is true for Ake.

Her personality is cold and ruthless, but watching the thorny demon tree kill all directions, and feeling the energy in her body increase, at this moment, a strange color appeared on her beautiful face.

Ake has practiced Ming Xin Jue.

She had a hunch.

Once she arrives at Wu Zun, her Ming Xin Jue will be able to achieve great success.

In the big formation, the screaming sound gradually disappeared.

After leaving hundreds of corpses of Wu Zong strongmen, the followers of Wangwangmen finally returned to the side of Duanmu Yeyu, the master of Wangwangmen.

The number of their losses reached [-]%.

Nine out of ten of Wu Zong's strong men died.

And even Wu Zun, more than [-] people died.

Only more than 20 Wu Zun survived.

At this time, those who escaped from the King's Gate, whether it was the elite of the Wu Zong or the strong Wu Zun, were greatly stimulated.

Wu Zun looked at the terrifying demon tree, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

With a strong and tenacious heart of martial arts, he restrained his emotions and did not lose his composure.

But the elites of Wu Zong collapsed one by one, and even threw themselves in front of Duanmu Yeyu, the master of King's Sect, and burst into tears.

"Master, the disciple almost couldn't come back."

"Sect master, senior brother is dead, junior sister is dead. Everyone is dead."

"Master, save me, master, save me, oh..."

"I don't want to stay here, I want to go back... I want to go back to King's Gate... oh..."

The martial sects of the Wangwangmen are all elites, with great talents and very strong minds.

However, I couldn't bear it at the moment.

Because too many people died.

They watched helplessly as the other members of the King's Gate were blown to pieces after their bodies were pierced by thorns.

And if they take a step slower, they will end up in the same way.

The broken emotions spread like a plague.

Seeing how they were howling, the Hundred Flowers Sect and the Wuzong elite of the Demon Puppet Sect also gradually collapsed.

Recalling the purgatory-like scene just now, the body trembled uncontrollably.

The thorns of death did not penetrate their bodies, but they were planted in their hearts like demonic obstacles.

The heart of martial arts gradually cracked at this moment.

At this moment, angry shouts resounded in the air, which startled everyone.

"Useless things, this level can't bear it, what use does this seat want you for?! Suffer death!"

It is Duanmu Yeyu, the master of Wangwangmen.

Originally, because of Wang Xiaojian's killing, his heart was filled with anger.

At this moment, his anger was ignited by these crashing voices.

King's Gate spent countless resources to train these elites.

But it was so useless.

Duanmu Yeyu, the head of King's Sect, raised his palm and slapped the Wuzong elite holding his legs and crying.

With a loud "boom", the Tianling Cap of the Wu Zong elite was instantly shattered.

His body was stiff, and he fell from the sky, with bright red blood flying down!

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The astonishing sight scared everyone.

No one expected that Duanmu Yeyu, the head of King's Sect, would attack his subordinates.

Killed him with one palm!

The Wuzong elites of Wangwangmen opened their eyes wide in horror.

At this time, their emotions broke down even more, and they wanted to cry loudly.

But, afraid of losing their composure and angering Duanmu Yeyu again, they covered their mouths and forcibly swallowed back the cry that represented collapse.

However, because of restraint, his body trembled even more violently.

Although the Wuzong elites of Baihuazong and Demon Puppet Sect didn't think Duanmu Yeyu would kill them.

But they were also afraid that their sect master Ling Susu and Xiu Yu would be angry, so they were a little silent at the moment.

The emotion of fear is suppressed.

In the big array world, because they were out of the attack range of the magic tree, they were safe for a short time, but the atmosphere was very oppressive.

Duanmu Yeyu's frightening eyes swept across the audience, and then landed on the elites of Wu Zong of Wangwangmen, and said coldly, "Who is still afraid of death, who wants to leave?"

"No...no more, sect master..."

"Master, we don't... want to leave."

A Wuzong elite said, but their voices were trembling.

They said no, but judging from their appearance, they would collapse at any time.

The Martial Venerables also took a deep breath, trying to get rid of fear and some negative emotions out of their minds.

Under such circumstances, only by keeping calm can we make a comeback in such a strange formation.

Looking at their appearance, Duanmu Yeyu snorted coldly.