Over the earth, strands of blood were floating, and the souls of the cultivators who turned into blood mist drifted away. There seemed to be an unyielding wail in the wind. Each of them was a genius among their respective clans and sects, but they were killed without any resistance under the claws of the descendants of the Demon Dragon. They could not even catch a move. And with the Demon Dragon's palm, the number of people killed was as many as a dozen!

"Demon Dragon..."

Dongfang Qi spat, his eyes surged with a fighting spirit, and said, "It seems that these ancient creatures have also entered the cracks in the world. This battle is much more difficult than we imagined."

Lin Muzhao's eyes were faint: "Formed into a sword formation and pushed forward, we can no longer let the demon dragon take action. Perhaps... the elites of the Xuanwu and the White Tiger tribes are also here, and we are completely under the influence of the enemy from both sides."

"Yeah, form a sword formation!"

Dongfang Qi, Dongfang Ping let out a low roar, and the sword intent rushed out of his head, forming a medium-sized sword formation that almost every sword cultivator in the upper world was well versed in. For a moment, the sky was full of dazzling swordsmanship, and brilliant circular sword formations were created and opened up, densely spreading across the air, moving forward at the scale of dozens or even hundreds of people. In this way, even if the demon dragon attacked, it would not be easy to succeed.

...

I stood in the middle of Lin Muzhao and Dongfang Lin'er, opened the sword's divine eyes and looked straight into the cracks of the desolate world. I saw all kinds of spiritual and beautiful flowing in the wilderness like gurgling water, and the ground was constantly squirting flames, a doomsday scene. In the distant mountains, huge figures stopped and exuded violent aura.

"Be careful, there is an ambush ahead." I shouted loudly.

Dongfang Qifei was in the front, his eyes were full of fiery, and his sword in his hand roared wildly, saying, "Well? It's the people of the corpse control clan... Everyone is careful and rushes over into a sword formation. This is their ambush. Most of them just want to stop us from going to the Blood Holy Gorge!"

"Run over!"

The other geniuses also shouted.

The sword light flew in the air, a scene of radiance, and among the mountains, there were giants starting to stand up, each of which was hundreds of meters high, filled with the aura of the holy path. They were actually sacred corpses that had begun to decay. Some of the holy corpses were filled with ancient aura, obviously they were ancient corpses excavated from the depths of the ground. At this time, these holy corpses were completely controlled by the corpse controler and roared repeatedly. Although they did not inspire the fire of the holy ruins, the strength of the body was at the level of a saint. With the wave of the iron arm, a thunder storm ravaged into the sky.

"Here you come!"

Long Xun frowned and said, "The holy corpses of the corpse control clan are the most difficult to deal with. Not only can they not feel the pain, but their physical strength has completely exploded under the corpse control technique. Everyone should be careful!"

At this moment, with a "swish", a whip filled with blood-red thorns soared into the sky and swept straight towards Lu Qingshu. Although Lu Qingshu was in the sword formation, he was still startled. The sword light slashed at the huge whip. With a "kneel", it seemed to hit the steel, and the sword blade was slightly bent.

"Senior Brother Lu, be careful."

I hurriedly activated a sword to activate mountains and rivers. The sword light swept past and rushed towards the earth along the iron whip. There, the clouds dispersed, and a huge ancient corpse had a fierce light in his eyes. He held an iron whip in his hand. After being invaded by the invasion of the Confucian and Taoist forces of the aura, the iron whip was directly shook back, but it became more and more angry and rose into the air. The holy aura lingered in the iron fist, and a huge fist like a hill rose into the sky!

"Swish~~~"

The space was transformed drastically, and the terrifying sense of oppression made Dongfang Lin'er, Ouyang Mengyue and other genius girls frown. No one dared to shake this punch. At this moment, Lin Muzhao fell down with a sword, and his whole body was filled with fierce sword intent. A wisp of spiritual fish flowed, and the power of the sword actually had the power of a mountain sinking. With a loud "peng" sound, he suppressed the ancient corpse.

“…”

Dongfang Lin'er's beautiful eyes were full of surprise. Lin Muzhao's move obviously confirmed her qualifications in the top ten of the semi-saint list. The ability to suppress the holy corpse with one sword also means that she has the strength to kill the saint. Even if she is a real lower-level saint, Lin Muzhao may be able to kill easily now.

On the earth, there were endless thunder, and at least hundreds of holy corpses were standing in front of the air, punching and palming, intercepting the passing human semi-saints. Although everyone had formed a sword formation, they still could not withstand such a shake, so that many geniuses from the clan had vomited blood under the attack of the physical strength of the holy corpses, and some had even fallen.

"Young Master, save me..."

A young genius fell rapidly, and his body fell into the clouds in a blink of an eye. Under the clouds, a beast-like roar came, followed by the young man's wailing and screaming mixed with the sound of the beast biting his prey. It was extremely tragic. In less than a few breaths, the young man's aura had disappeared.

A dignified semi-saint fell like this.

"careful!"

Han Fu, the young master of the Han Sheng family, looked pale and said, "There is still a great evil under the fog. No one can get close to the ground, otherwise there will be no return!"

"let me see!"

Leng Xuesong, the chief of the inner sect of Wusheng Pavilion, shook the sky with a sword. His sword was very strong, at least he had reached the middle level of sword heart unity. This sword tore the void and shattered the mist on the ground. Suddenly, a dense array of ferocious beasts appeared in front of everyone's eyes. They were a group of creatures with a figure similar to wild wolf, but they had no hair, all green, and their skin was covered with regular spiritual patterns. Only two hind legs walked, while their front legs degenerated into sharp claws, with bloody mouths, which were extremely terrifying.

"What the hell is this?" Dongfang Lin'er was so scared that her pretty face was pale.

"There is no such ghost thing on the Ten Thousand Beasts Map." Lin Muzhao frowned: "It is probably a masterpiece made by the exile land for so many years. Be careful, the strength of each end of this ghost thing is comparable to the late stage of the semi-saint. Once you get crazy, even the peak of the semi-saint will definitely not be able to stop them."

"A group of dirty green dogs." Dongfang Chen frowned.

As they spoke, giant statues soared into the sky, and the holy corpses began to rage, like towering mountains blocking our front. Dongfangqi and Dongfangping brothers had already begun to fight with them. The other geniuses of the clan were unwilling to fall behind, cheered up their fighting spirit, and began to fight with the ancient corpses. At this time, the sky was blocked, and only by defeating the sacred corpses controlled by the corpse control clan could he go to the Blood Holy Gorge.

"Road forward!"

Lin Muzhao and I were on the left and right, and the immortal bone sword was roaring, and all five thousand spiritual patterns were activated. Each sword was stabbed with the power of heaven and earth. With a sword soul shadow, my foundation was enough to deal with the ancient corpse, so that an ancient corpse was shattered in a few consecutive swords. Long Xun, Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Lin'er, Ouyang Mengyue and others also activated the sword path one by one and fought forward.

In a blink of an eye, the disciples of the two major academies of Tianfeng Bailu killed them directly, and dozens of holy corpses fell behind them, and the other disciples of the clan also rushed over and rushed through the passage we opened by the corpse control clan blockade.

When the two brothers from the East rushed over, most of the human monks had already come. Of course, hundreds of people would never get through and became food for those cruel "green dogs" in the clouds.

...

"etc!"

The clouds lingered in the wilderness, and I suddenly stopped during the flight and shouted: "It seems that something is happening."

The sword god's eyes saw through the thick clouds and saw a series of spiritual veins crisscrossing on the earth, like an ancient tree with all its roots and stems, entrenched in the entire earth. Although the breath is relatively peaceful, my sword heart of all things is very sensitive to feel the vague evil spirit from these spiritual qi.

"What's wrong?"

In the air, Rang Sichen clasped his arms in his arms, his face was filled with a calm smile, his eyes were covered with golden light, and he looked at everything on the earth and snorted: "So that's it."

The Han Sheng family was in a bad mood. They lost many geniuses under the ambush of the corpse control clan, especially Han Fu, and were a little impatient: "Bu Yixuan, what are you doing? Time is too precious to us. At this time, we are not going to the Blood Saint Gorge at full speed. I am afraid that when we arrive, we can only pick up what others have left! "

I shook my head: "There is something wrong under the heavy fog."

"Cause?"

Han Fu sensed it for a moment and sneered: "It's just some spiritual artists entrenched in the cracks of the world. How could it be that something is wrong? You're too suspicious."

The other children of the Holy Sect also responded: "The Blood Holy Gorge is just a hundred miles away, and we have no time to delay it. No matter what tricks it is, can it still stop thousands of our semi-saints?"

"Run over!"

"Yes, rush over!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people rushed out, each of whom sacrificed magic weapons, with a proud figure.

But just as they rushed out a few miles away, the evil aura suddenly surged under the clouds. A series of green vines filled with thorns soared into the sky. The tip of each vine was surrounded by a wisp of majestic holy Taoist energy, and even a scattered fire from the holy ruins. This was really terrible. Almost in an instant, hundreds of thorns pierced the bodies of semi-saintly powerhouses like fish spears catching prey!

"Puff puff puff puff~~~"

Blood splattered everywhere, and everyone was stabbed through their bodies, wailing and struggling, but the thorns on the green vines shone one after another, and wisps of the holy Taoist qi surged, quickly sucking the blood power of everyone. In a blink of an eye, the skin of the hundred half-saints in the air began to wrinkle, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was sucked away, becoming a mummy!

"It's so bad..." Dongfang Qi trembled all over when he saw it.

"Green Demon Vine!"
Chapter completed!