The Thunder Lord and Mr. Xing also tried to burn vines with fire, but the vines flexibly avoided the attack of flames as if they had wisdom.

"What should we do... Are we all going to die here..." Mr. Xing whispered in despair, his voice trembling,

Suddenly, the man in white felt the dagger in his hand tremble slightly...

A flash of inspiration in the man in white mind, remembering the purification runes he had seen in the holy land of the Tu Ling tribe.

He endured the severe pain and shouted loudly: "Listen to me! Inject your internal energy into the ground and follow the direction I said!"

The man in white quickly described the shape and direction of the rune. Although everyone was confused, they could only choose to believe him at the critical moment of life and death.

They gritted their teeth and injected the little internal force left in their bodies into the ground.

With the injection of internal force, the ground began to emit a faint golden light, and ancient runes gradually appeared.

The golden light became more and more prosperous, and eventually turned into a dazzling beam of light, rushing straight into the sky.

"Sizi..." The magic vine illuminated by the golden light made a harsh sound, as if it was burned by a fire, bursts of black smoke came out, rapidly shrinking and withering.

The smell of fishy smell gradually dissipates, replaced by a fresh earthy smell.

"Effective!" The Thunder Lord shouted excitedly, his voice filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

The bondage of the magic vine gradually relaxed, and everyone seized the opportunity and broke free.

Young Master Xing sat on the ground, gasping for breath. The joy of the life after the disaster made him laugh: "Haha! We survived!"

The man in white hugged the unconscious Xiaohong tightly and gently called her name: "Xiaohong, Xiaohong..." His trembling hands stroked Xiaohong's pale face.

Mrs. Mo and Master Lei stood up with support and asked with concern: "Master Lei, are you okay?" Master Lei smiled heroically: "What's this little injury? I'm still jumping around!"

Young Master Xing ran to everyone excitedly and said excitedly: "Everyone is so amazing! We actually escaped!" An excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had forgotten his previous fear.

Just when everyone was glad that they had escaped from the sky, a dark castle appeared in their sight not far ahead.

The castle towered into the clouds, and was pitch black all over, like a giant beast dormant in the darkness, emitting a heart-pounding evil aura.

Everyone looked at the mysterious castle and felt a sense of uneasiness.

The man in white put Xiaohong gently on the ground, stood up slowly, stared at the castle with a serious look, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go..."

The dark castle stood quietly in front of everyone like a crawling giant beast.

Its towering spire seemed to pierce the sky, and the dark walls swallowed the light around them, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Around the castle, dead trees twisted their branches, like ghosts with their teeth and claws. The wind whistled by, making shrill whimpering sounds, like the crying of an unjust soul.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with a rotten smell, which was disgusting.

The man in white took a deep breath, stared at the castle in front of him, frowned.

He could feel that there was a powerful evil force hidden in the castle, like a dormant beast, who could choose people to eat at any time.

Xiaohong was still in a coma, he leaned her gently against a dead tree.

The long sword in his hand tightly, and the sword body made a crisp buzzing sound, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit.

The thunder master patted his chest and smiled heroically, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a broken castle? When I was exploring the world, I had never seen any strong winds and waves!" His rough voice echoed in the wind, but could not hide a trace of nervousness.

Mr. Xing looked pale and his legs were trembling slightly. He swallowed with a pity as he pretended to be calm, trying to make himself less afraid.

"Let's go," the man in white said in a deep voice, "we must go in."

Everyone exchanged glances with each other, held the weapons in their hands, and resolutely walked towards the castle gate.

The thick wooden door made a squeaking sound, slowly opening.

A cold breath came to my face, and the castle was pitch black, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Everyone stepped into the castle carefully, and each step seemed particularly cautious.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the darkness, and then countless demon puppets jumped out of the darkness. Their eyes were flashing with scarlet light, and their mouths made a creepy roar, waving their weapons, rushing towards everyone like a tide.

Mr. Xing screamed in fear, and retreated repeatedly, almost falling to the ground.

The thunder roared: "Good come!" He waved the giant axe in his hand and rushed towards the puppet like a tiger going down the mountain. The giant axe in his hand cut through the air and made a whirring sound of wind.

"Be careful!" Mo Xiaoxia reminded.

The long sword in her hand danced out silver lights, slashing the approaching puppets one by one.

The man in white protected Xiaohong, and the long sword in his hand flew like a dragon, blocking the nearby puppets one by one.

"Their attacks cooperate very well!" Mo shouted while resisting the puppet's attack, "Be careful!"

"These puppets..." The Thunder Lord split a puppet with an axe, but found that it did not fall down, but continued to attack him, "They seemed... no pain!"

The offensive of the demon puppets was as fierce as a storm. They cooperated tacitly and had a basis for advancing and retreating, like a well-trained army.

The waving claws are harsh and sounds breaking through the air, making people unable to defend themselves.

The protagonist group gradually felt overwhelmed, and they were more or less full of color, and a tense atmosphere enveloped them.

Ms. Mo accidentally was swept over her shoulders by a puppet's claws, and blood immediately dyed her clothes red.

She groaned, staggered a few steps, knelt on one knee, and the long sword in her hand also came out of her hand, falling on the cold ground, making a crisp impact sound.

"Mr. Mo!" Seeing this, Lei Dunzhu quickly waved his giant axe and wanted to come forward to support, but was entangled by more puppets and could not get out.

"Sister Mo!" Xiaohong seemed to sense something in her coma, frowned and let out a painful murmur in her mouth.

The puppets seemed to have noticed Xiaohong's existence. They surrounded Xiaohong like sharks smelling blood, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in their scarlet eyes.

"Xiaohong!" The man in white was so angry that he tried his best to kill the puppets around him. The sword in his hand was swayed so tightly that it could not break through the puppets.

Seeing more and more puppets rushing towards Xiaohong, his heart felt like he was pressed by a huge rock, and the suffocation pain made him almost breathless.

He roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand burst out with even more powerful force, with sword energy scattered, tearing a hole in the puppet group and rushing towards Xiaohong.

The man in white joined forces with Lei Hero and Mo Nuxia, and the three of them were back to their backs, resisting the attack of the puppet with all their might.

The sword lights and axe shadows intertwined, and sparks collided, and the sound of metal hitting was deafening.

However, the number of puppets seemed endless. A group of puppets fell down and new puppets were added. Their offensive still did not weaken at all, but was constantly strengthening.

New wounds continued to appear on the man in white, and blood oozed out, dyeing the white robe into a shocking red.

The atmosphere of the battle is getting tense and suffocating.

Although Mr. Xing was timid, he realized that he could no longer sit and wait for death.

He hid behind a huge stone pillar, glanced anxiously on the battlefield, trying to find the weakness of the puppet.

The battles around him were so powerful, the roars of puppets, the collision of weapons, and the gasp of companions were intertwined, shaking his eardrums and the strong smell of blood filled the air, making him dizzy.

He endured his fear and tried to calm himself down, wanting to do something for everyone.

Suddenly, Mr. Xing saw the eyes of a puppet, with a scarlet light, and something seemed to be flashing inside.

He was stunned for a moment, staring at the puppet's eyes...

Young Master Xing suddenly shouted: "Eyes! Attack their eyes!" In the chaotic battlefield, his voice seemed particularly sharp, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned, then followed his gaze, and then they found that there was a faint light flashing deep in the scarlet eyes of the puppet, like a beating flame.

The man in white first reacted. The long sword in his hand pierced out and accurately hit a puppet's eye.

With a slight "puff" sound, the puppet's movement suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground like a broken puppet.

"Effective!" The man in white was excited and shouted loudly, "Attack their eyes!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately changed their attack strategy and locked the attack target on the eyes of the puppet.

The sword light flashed, the axe shadow flew, and each strike was filled with the momentum of burning the boat, and it took the key point of the puppet.

With the muffled sounds, the puppets fell to the ground one after another, as if they were swept away by the autumn wind, and they piled up into mountains in a blink of an eye.

The depressing atmosphere was swept away, and the joy of victory spread in everyone's hearts.

The Thunder Lord waved the giant axe excitedly and laughed: "It turns out that the weakness of these guys is their eyes! Hahaha, I know that nothing is something I can't solve with an axe!"

Everyone was unstoppable and soon arrived at the deepest part of the castle.

A suffocating evil aura hit the face, and in the dark, a huge figure slowly emerged, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura.

It has huge bat wings, sharp claws, and scarlet eyes burning with hellfire.

"Is this... the body of the devil?" Mr. Xing's voice trembled and his face was as pale as paper.

"Be careful!" the man in white said in a deep voice. He could feel that the power of this demon's body was far from comparable to those puppets.

"What are you afraid of!" The thunder rudder roared, waved his giant axe and rushed forward.

However, before his attack approached the demon's body, it was bounced away by an invisible force, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Lei Helm Master!" everyone exclaimed.

The man in white eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Everyone will go together! Fuse our strength together!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded immediately.

They formed a circle and protected the man in white in the middle.

A powerful energy surged out of them and gathered on the men in white.
To be continued...