In this moment, the masters of Wanluo Sect kept pouring in, and the people of Hei Shui Shengling were also constantly coming to the place where Wulong practiced, and this place was suddenly in a mess.
As soon as they came up, the purple-robed masters locked in the big sword Wang Aotian and the little sword Zhao Yangui, and realized that they were the two of the strongest among these enemies.
However, Zhao Yangui and others were not the only ones. By the way, there were fifteen or sixteen masters hired by Wanluo Sect at a high price, and the scene could be controlled for a while.
Especially the big sword king Aotian, who was extremely fierce, would be knocked out almost immediately if anyone collided with the big sword in his hand.
He practiced the method of the Overlord Sword, which was extremely fierce and violent, and had always been a big opening and closing, which had a meaning of invincibility.
Even so, the number of people in the Black Water Holy Ling is increasing, and the place is still a little outnumbered, feeling like a sense of danger of being trapped in a siege.
Under the protection of the two clones, Ge Yu had only one purpose in his heart, which was to rescue all the brothers in the blood pool one by one.
After pulling the lift up from the blood pool, Ge Yu used the same trick again, and then the demonic energy spread out from his hands, pulling out Li Zejian and Zhong Jinliang in the blood pool one after another.
Just as Ge Yu was pulling Hei Xiaose up, a roar suddenly came from above his head, and the huge lid on the three-legged cauldron made a roar and smashed straight towards Ge Yu.
Ge Yu quickly let go and looked up, but saw the huge cauldron slamming straight towards the blood pool.
If the cauldron cover is not transferred to another direction, Peng Mu, Zhang Yihan and others in the blood pool will be killed by the cauldron cover.
In a hurry, Ge Yu suddenly stood up, activated his magic power, waved his palms, and slapped at the huge cauldron that was flying down.
With a loud bang, the huge cauldron cover hit Ge Yu's hands. Ge Yu's body shook and he stepped back four or five steps to stabilize his body. The huge cauldron cover immediately shifted under the power of Ge Yu's feminine palm, and fell to the side of the blood pool, making a huge roar.
Finally, the cauldron cover did not hit the blood pool.
But as the cauldron fell down, a burly figure jumped down, with a spear in his hand, which was Wulong who was planning to go into seclusion.
This guy was so sad. He was interrupted by Ge Yu when he was in seclusion for the most critical moment. This time, he had just been in seclusion for a few hours, but Zhao Yangui and others were blocked from it. Seeing that the people in the blood pool below were pulled out one by one, Wu Long suddenly felt that there was no need to seclusion. He was extremely angry and didn't know where another group of people came and ran to his nest to play wildly.
The old nest of Hei Shui Shengling has become the back garden of others. He can come whenever he wants and leave whenever he wants. No one can stand this.
As soon as Ge Yu had gained a foothold, Wu Long jumped down from the huge cauldron. The spear in his hand shook and pierced Ge Yu's heart. The spear exploded in the air, with great anger.
Ge Yu felt a huge crisis and did not dare to catch Wu Long's spear. He immediately waved to the side and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
Wu Long failed in one move, and then he pulled over again and continued to sweep towards Ge Yu.
At this moment, a sharp big knife suddenly slashed from one side, and intercepted Wu Long's spear.
With a roar of spear against the big knife, the strong wind blew everywhere on the ground, and the ground under the feet suddenly shattered, and a spider-web-like crack appeared.
The one who blocked Wulong's spear was the big sword king Aotian.
The two fought each other and took several steps back, and their faces changed drastically.
Master, the two of them really met with each other, and their expressions suddenly became extremely solemn.
"Xiao Yu, save people quickly. We don't have much time left. If we delay for a while, none of us can do without this place." The big sword king Aotian said in a deep voice while looking at Wu Long.
Ge Yu naturally did not dare to delay, so he returned to the blood pool, stretched out his hand to Zhang Yihan, and at the same time turned around and said to Li Zejian and Zhong Jinliang who had already pulled the blood pool, "Brother Li, hurry up and get our magic weapon back, right in the torture room before us."
The two responded, picked up two magic weapons from the ground, collided all the way among the crowd, and rushed outside.
Without a handy magic weapon, I always feel uncomfortable fighting with the other party.
Now they were just rescued from the blood pool, and their steps were a little sluggish.
Although I haven't stayed in the blood pool for a long time, part of my cultivation was swallowed by the monster in the blood pool. The wound has been healed by the demonic energy on Ge Yu's body, but it will take some time to recover.
The two of them stumbled all the way, without fighting with others on the way, and headed straight to the torture room.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ge Yu had already pulled out several people from the blood pool one after another.
Wulong confronted Wang Aotian for a moment, and Wulong suddenly asked gloomyly: "Who are you? Do you know where this is?"
"Haha, you don't need to know who I am. After being cut off by me, go and ask the King of Hell. Isn't this the Black Water Holy Ling? Don't pretend to be competing in front of me. I'm choosing your Black Water Holy Ling." Wang Aotian said bluntly.
"Looking for death!" Wu Long was furious, and the spear in his hand shook, shaking out a ball of energy, and stabbed Wang Aotian again.
Wang Aotian went straight to meet him, and the violent big sword collided with the spear, sparks flew everywhere, and the ground under the two of them made a shattering sound.
He pulled them all out of the blood pool. At this time, Zhao Yangui looked at Ge Yu and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yu, take them away first, and we will follow him later."
Ge Yu looked at Zhao Yangui deeply, without saying anything, and called out a few people who had just crawled out of the blood pool and rushed out.
Now Zhang Yihan and the others are all being tortured in the blood pool, and it will take a process to recover their spiritual power. It is not suitable for fighting at this moment. Ge Yu can only take them out first and wait for Li Zejian and Zhong Jinliang to retrieve the magic weapon.
Under the cover of the two clones, Ge Yu picked up a scimitar from the ground and ran towards the door.
Chapter completed!