This giant seal with black light hit again and again. Even the owner of this magic weapon probably did not expect that his magic weapon could exert such powerful power and could easily harvest the lives of so many cultivators. However, there were too many cultivators in red robe. Even though the explosion and vibration of this giant seal with black light hits every time it hits, it still couldn't stop the red robe man from silence and violently advancing.

Almost as the giant seal with black light hit the ground for the fourth time, more than seventy monks in red robes rushed to the front row of gorgeous temples facing them.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

A violent sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. With the violent sound of breaking through the air, more than a dozen cultivators in red robes simultaneously produced several blood arrows and fell to the ground at the same time. In an instant, dozens of white knives that were about to be a foot long, each of which was like a fish bone. It seemed that these dozens of white knives should be a set of magic weapons. Following these dozens of white knives from the surrounding halls

What shot out were dozens of flying swords of various colors. The light emitted from the dozens of flying swords of various colors formed a dazzling waterfall. Under the cover of magic circles like the Netherworld Blood Spring, the dozens of flying swords also showed powerful lethality. The people in the red robe were immediately hit hard at this moment. At least thirty people in the red robe fell from the air under the sword light like a waterfall, and their bodies were twisted into several segments by the sword light that was shot around the air like a streamer.

Some people in red robe had been tangled into two pieces and fell to the ground, but they were not dead for a while, twisting in pain on the ground, and the scene looked extremely miserable.

By the dozens of flying swords, the tide-like red-robed man advanced slowly. Looking at the corpse of the red-robed man who was split in front of him, many red-robed men also looked fear and panic on their faces. But at this moment, a faint sound of piano suddenly sounded. The faint sound of piano seemed to be sounding on the extremely distant sea, but it instantly spread to the battlefield of fierce fighting on the first round of Kunlun Island. The faint sound of piano seemed to carry endless magic. The fear and panic in the eyes of all the red-robed men disappeared in an instant, and a strange red light appeared in their pupils. Just as many red-robed men in front were strangled, these red-robed men with red light in their eyes rushed over from a flurry of blood.

At this moment, more than ten red-robed men were assassinated by flying swords that flew back. Now, under the cover of the Netherworld Blood Spring, the war in Kunlun, which represents the highest power in the world, is close to the war between mortals in the world. Under the spiritual command of the cultivator, each flying sword is no less powerful than the crossbows on the battlefield of mortals in the world. However, the red-robed men who rushed through the flutter of blood, and wisps of blood flowing on the red robes on their bodies still did not care about these flying swords flying like arrows in the sky. At the moment when they rushed into the rows of scattered magnificent palaces, the group of red-robed men who rushed into the building complex that hidden most of Kunlun disciples suddenly raised their hands at the same time.

Green flames like streamers instantly shot out from their hands. These green flames emit an indescribable smell of fishy smell. When these green flames were fired out, they instantly dispersed, like snow, falling down. Each green light turned into a faint light, and when it floated in the air, no matter what it touched, it immediately attached to it and burned with a hissing sound.

In these moments, the green fire that swept all over the palace was like yin phosphorus sand, made of yin energy, phosphorus fire and other objects, and can directly burn the true energy and magic weapon body.

As the green fires fell like snow, many palaces suddenly burst into tears of terrifying cry. The figures of the Kunlun disciples who were hiding in these palaces were still invisible. Facing the red-robed men who had an absolute advantage in number, hiding in these palaces was indeed the best choice. Only occasionally, a few figures with green light all over their bodies could not control the pain of the green phosphate fire burning, rushed out from the palaces and collided aimlessly. However, the shocking cry and the obviously interrupted magic and magic weapons that broke out at this moment could make people clearly feel the large amount of damage to Kunlun disciples.

Many palaces carved with exquisite patterns also started to burn immediately. Some of them were covered with bright light, some of them rushed out in a hurry, and disappeared between the palaces behind them. At this moment, another red current surged up.

More than 200 red-robed monks followed the red-robed monks who had shot out these green flames and rushed up. The more than 200 red-robed monks followed closely behind them at the same time, but the cultivation level of the red-robed man who rushed to the front was obviously much higher than the rest of the people. While flying forward without stopping, the red-robed man, who looked thin and short, looked obviously more than twenty feet away from the more than 200 red-robed men behind him.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly flashed from his hand, instantly turning into a white bone spear that was twenty or thirty feet long. However, this white bone spear was not afraid of the green yin and phosphorus fire, piercing into the burning halls through the air, and piercing the two Kunlun disciples who rushed out of the burning halls in an instant, forming a string, and picking them on the white bone spear.

With a loud shout, the monk in red robe shook casually and shook the two corpses without anger like straw. His figure did not stop, and the bone spear penetrated through several extremely hard and thick walls of the palaces in succession and pierced into those palaces. Every time the bone spear penetrated through the walls and forced into those palaces, a dull cry and a series of blood light would sound.

In a blink of an eye, the cultivator holding a bone spear had passed the original group of red-robed men and rushed to the front. In this few breaths, he had killed at least ten Kunlun disciples, and several flying swords that slashed at him were actually knocked away by the bone spear in his hand. The power of the bone spear in his hand looked very similar to the Lei Ji magic spear of Qingliu Jian before, but the white bone spear in his hand was a magic weapon, not condensed from magic. Because of the power of the magic body itself, under a magic circle like the Netherworld Blood Spring, the power of this bone spear was not completely weakened like the Lei Ji magic spear of Qingliu Jian.

"It's Hemola." Standing on the golden roof of the highest horn tower on the first roundabout, Nangong Xiaoyan beside Ming Shiqi looked at the mighty man in red robe, and his face was as cold as water, couldn't help but say to Ming Shiqi beside him, "The people from Zhanzhou are here too."

"This is reasonable." Ming Shiqi's eyes also fell on the short, thin, but arrogant man in red robe. "Only Zhanzhou Zedi can refine so many green fire phosphorus sands, and use them on a large scale as ordinary arrows in the mortal army. If Zhanzhou Zedi helps, Kuang Wuxin will not dare to do such a thing."

"We can't let him continue like this anymore."

Nangong Xiaoyan took a deep breath. In a flash, Hemoluo, one of the eighteenth earth demons in Zhanzhou holding a white bone spear, led two or three hundred red-robed men behind him to break through more than fifty feet. Behind him and the two or three hundred red-robed men were more numerous, like a tide of tide, and after another two or three hundred red-robed men, it was a wide slope with no buildings. As long as you rushed through these two or three hundred buildings, under the huge gap, the Kunlun disciples sent by Ming Shiqi could not stop these red-robed men from advancing. At that time, even if the people sent by Ming Shiqi had already opened the warehouse of the ware and transported all the magic weapons inside, there would not be enough time to distribute them. I am afraid that these red-robed men would directly surrounded the warehouse of the ware, kill the Kunlun disciples who had just opened the warehouse, and snatched the magic weapons they had just obtained from their corpses.

Moreover, Nangong Xiaoyan knew very well that under such a large-scale battle between the two armies, the unstoppable advance of Hamoluo would completely affect the morale of his side. If Hemoluo was allowed to go straight to the four warehouses where magic weapons were stored, I am afraid that many Kunlun disciples would have the idea that the situation was hopeless in their hearts and would not be able to exert all the power of his side.

So although Nangong Xiaoyan did not doubt Ming Shiqi's cultivation and ability, he felt that he must kill Hemoluo. "I'll kill him." Nangong Xiaoyan looked at Ming Shiqi, said this, and took a deep breath and prepared to rush towards the place where Hemoluo advanced.

"If you don't have to go, he will definitely die." But at this moment, Ming Shiqi's words made Nangong Xiaoyan pause, "If we die accidentally, we don't have to fight this battle at all."

In Ming Shiqi's slightly cold voice, Nangong Xiaoyan only saw Ming Shiqi's hand waving in the night. At the moment Ming Shiqi's hand fell, a lonely gray figure swept out from the front fifty or sixty feet away from Homora and rushed towards Homora.

At this moment, all Kunlun disciples who saw this gray figure, including Nangong Xiaoyan, had a slightly dry mouth. They could see at a glance that the gray figure was wearing the same gray clothes as Ming Shiqi's body, with a slight silver light.

Nangong Xiaoyan knew that this was one of the gray-robed disciples from the Eighth Level Island of Kunlun.

But he was just a person, like a small shadow in the moonlight, rushed out. It was just a person, but he rushed towards Hamora, towards Hamora and the hundreds of red-robed men behind him.

...

Under the red night, Kunlun's sea area was constantly emitting strong magic power fluctuations. The entire place representing the highest power in the Taoist world has completely become a huge battlefield. However, the wider perimeter outside the thousands of miles of sea area has been controlled by Kuang Wuxin, blocking all news, making Kunlun temporarily an isolated island, and at the same time, most people in other parts of the world do not know that such a war is being held here at this moment.

At this moment, most parts of the world still seem very peaceful.

"kindness?"

At this moment, on the bank of a rolling river, a middle-aged Taoist man wearing a golden snake crown and a black Taoist robe embroidered with python patterns and a lama wearing a big red cassock and a yellow lama hat stood side by side.

The middle-aged Taoist in black robe had a national face, with a straight facial features, but his eyebrows were thick and dark, squatting on his eyebrows like two autumn cicadas. The lama wearing a big red cassock was a little short and fat, with dark skin, fat head and ears, and a bit like Maitreya Buddha, but a trace of sharp light kept flashing in his eyes, making his mind not as peaceful as his appearance.

At this moment, a water droplet as big as a fist floated from the river in front of the middle-aged Taoist in the black robe, and hanged in front of the two of them like a crystal ball. As the magic tricks on the hands of the Taoist in the black robe changed, all the scenes along the river, including the tiny branches along the river along the river, flashed through the water droplet as big as a fist.

At this moment, it was as if within a thousand miles of radius, the river and the river connected to the river all became his eyes and ears. Looking at the scene that was swiftly passing by the water droplets as big as fists, the black-robed Taoist frowned, "They actually changed their route and did not continue to move towards the direction of the 100,000 mountains."

"I didn't expect that with the power of both of us, they would still lose their traces! The daughter of this fox demon king is really tricky!" An angry look appeared on the face of the lama wearing a big red cassock. "If it falls into my hands, I will definitely soak her well."

"Even the leader of Qiyun Sect, Lin Mubai, died in her hands, and her cultivation should not be underestimated. Dharma King, try to inform Qilianlian City first." The middle-aged Taoist in black robe said to the lama with a serious solemn expression, then pointed his finger and dissipated the water droplet. At the same time, he was in a heavy mind, why did Luo Bei's natal sword essence be destroyed but he could not die for a while. At this moment, they changed their route and did not move towards the direction of the 100,000 mountains. Could it be that besides the Yamatian in the 100,000 mountains, there could be other people who could save him?
Chapter completed!