"ah!"

The saint was caught off guard.

It was too late for Kou Biao to rescue him, and everyone's eyes fell on the Nether Bead Grass, ignoring the surroundings.

"Click!"

The saint's neck tilted and was directly pinched to death by the bone demon.

"boom!"

Kou Biao's attack also arrived. He crushed it with one palm, and the bone demon was directly shattered, turning into countless broken bones and rolling on the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhong!"

The two saints sitting aside hurriedly greeted him and found that Senior Brother Zhong was already out of breath.

Luohu's eyes changed slightly, and he ordered other Rakshasa tribes to prepare for battle.

Looking at the dead Holy Son, Kou Biao's heart was bleeding.

"Buzz!"

The matter is far from over. The three Rakshasa clans and Elder Linglongtian just entered the vicinity of the Nether Bead Grass, and a buzzing sound came from the world.

"Formation!"

Elder Linglongtian was shocked. They were actually trapped in the formation.

"It was arranged by Liu Wuxie!"

The son who came in with him roared hysterically.

The Nether Clan cannot set up a formation, that is, Liu Wuxie deliberately left behind, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

"Liu Wuxie, I am irreconcilable with you!"

The trapped elder's body began to sink.

The soil in the area where the Nether Bead Grass is located is extremely wet and soft. If you stay in the same place for a long time, your body will slowly sink into it, similar to a swamp.

It's not a very powerful formation, it just traps them and prevents them from leaving this area.

"You stay here, I'll go and save people."

Kou Biao said to the remaining three saints, asking them to take care of the bodies.

The remaining three saints were as if they were facing a great enemy and formed a triangle to prevent the Nether Clan from attacking.

Luohu also ordered the five Rakshasa tribes to rescue them.

The formation continues to shrink, and the three Rakshasa clans and two Linglongtian masters have become increasingly limited in their activity area.

Before they knew it, their feet had fallen into a swamp and were out of their calves.

"Elder Kou, save me!"

The saint who came in to harvest the Nether Bead Grass panicked and began to struggle desperately.

The more you struggle, the faster you sink.

No matter how they attack, they cannot tear the formation open.

Kou Biao held a long sword in his hand and slashed down in the air.

"boom!"

A faint wave extends around.

Liu Wuxie broke through the Immortal Lord Realm, and the formation he arranged became more and more exquisite.

Even more terrifying, Liu Wuxie merged into a trace of the will of the Immortal Emperor. Even if an ordinary low-level Immortal Emperor came, he would not be able to open it for a while.

After dozens of consecutive attacks, the formation not only failed to break through, but the powerful countershock force shocked the Rakshasa clan in the formation and spit out blood.

Luohu finally realized the seriousness of the situation and took action himself.

All kinds of means have been used, and the formation is still motionless.

The three Rakshasa tribes and two humans trapped in the formation showed despair, and they had already sunk to their waists.

"How could this happen? I don't want to die yet!"

The Son of Linglongtian who was trapped in the formation actually burst into tears.

They have been tense since entering the Palace of Pluto.

Until this moment, it was completely released.

"You will not die, I will save you."

Kou Biao's eyes became colder and colder, and he even began to burn his essence and blood, and he wanted to save them.
Chapter completed!