At the junction of the three states of Tao, Yong and Liang, there is a huge peak named Tianzhu.

Tianzhu Mountain is not like an ordinary mountain peak. It has a cone-shaped peak, but it seems to be cut off in the waist. A huge cross-section is its highest point.

Even so, the mountain is still as its name suggests, as if it were the sky, like an Optimus Prime, and a little look. It gives people a feeling of being a pity. If this mountain is complete, can it really make a hole in the sky?

The spiritual energy around Tianzhu Mountain is a rare blessed land within the three states. Although there is no complete spiritual veins passing by, it is still not inferior to the good lands of all famous and surnameds. If it weren't for this embarrassing place, it would have been a major sect, and how could it have fallen into the hands of a small sect like the Liehuo Sect and Biyun Sect?

The two sects announced that they would be in the Qinzhou government at the same time. They hit the monks of Yong and Liang provinces like a blow, which indirectly escalated the war, and eventually made Tianzhu Mountain a huge battlefield and grave. Countless young heroes took to the stage and made their mark. There were also countless ambitions who had great ambitions failed and buried their bones here.

The reason why the behavior of the two sects has such a great influence is that their mountain gates are on both sides of Tianzhu Mountain, belonging to Yong and Liang. Once they surrender, it is equivalent to giving up the three sects of today's Zhushan and its radiation range to Qinzhou. How can the monks of the two sects not be anxious?

It can also be seen from this that the mountain gates of these two small sects are different from those of ordinary sects. Like the Faxiang Sect, the sect is the highest peak of the entire Lianyun Mountain Range, and the reason is very simple. Such places are often full of spiritual energy. Moreover, looking down at the surroundings, you can use arrangements to protect the sills...

It is naturally impossible for the two sects of Liehuo and Biyun to understand this. They were helpless, and they were not so bad. This was related to a unique landscape with a famous three states.

On the top of the cross-section of Tianzhu Mountain, a huge spiritual vortex is suspended, breathing in endless spiritual energy in the world forever. The violent fluctuations radiate, which also causes the surrounding spiritual energy to be violent and violent, like an untamed horse, and cannot be stopped.

The entire vortex contains five colors of light, among which red light is the most. From a distance, it looks like a pound. The huge red cloud-like funnel is rooted at the top of the Tianzhu Peak. The top of the vortex is like a giant umbrella covering the sky and the sun, faintly covering the today's Zhushan.

Under such circumstances, how dare the two sects put the mountain gate above it? Not to mention that the irritability of spiritual energy is not conducive to absorption. If the terrifying spiritual energy vortex is slightly fluctuating, under the power of infinite heaven and earth, wouldn’t the cultivators of the two sects be killed or injured? How can such a fool do it?

So the two sects had to place the mountain gate on the hillsides on both sides in violation of customs.

Fortunately, the mountainside is also extraordinary. After being swallowed by the vortex of spiritual energy, it seems that things will turn out to the extreme. The spiritual energy at the ridge and even at the foot of the mountain is warm and gentle, which is most conducive to absorbing and practicing. Therefore, the two sects have laid a foundation here.

This spiritual vortex, as well as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is manic and harmonious on the top, is not only a rare landscape, but also seems to have infinite mysteries. Unfortunately, since the beginning of the Three State War, this wonder has become a bit inconsistent with the name.

It was a yellow place, and the jade ground was covered with red and red nanmu. Although the fierce battles around the Tianzhu Mountain battlefield were coming to an end, there were still sounds of explosions from time to time, disturbing the surrounding spiritual energy and causing violent tides.

A large number of immortal cultivators, from the master of the alchemy, the foundation-building predecessor, to the juniors in the Qi Refining Stage, all used their battles here for several months, destroying this wonderland almost completely. At the foot of Tianzhu Mountain, the spiritual energy is so violent that it is not faintly below the top of the mountain. Even if you stop fighting here, you will not be able to recover the scene of the cave heaven and the blessed land without more than a hundred years of rest.

"Help!"

A roar, a scream, accompanied by a cry of help, suddenly came to the foot of the mountain when the battle gradually subsided.

As soon as the sound came out, five figures shot out of lightning and fled in a hurry.

Among the five, there were monks wearing clothes of Dharma Xiang Sect, Fantasy and Demonic Dao, and Yu Ling Sect. Some were also clichés dressed in messy clothes, obviously some of them were children of some small sects or immortal cultivation families. No matter what their identities were, they were like small boats in the sea of ​​rage, and could capsize at any time.

They either look back nervously from time to time, their faces full of twisted and fear; they look straight ahead, and their hopes are beyond words; or their eyes flash, they look around, grit their teeth and forcefully, and dare not let the people around them surpass them.

Although these five people were extremely afraid, they did not run around like headless flies. Looking at the direction of their escape, they were the garrison of Qinzhou Sect. If they could really get there, they would be safe and sound.

They understood this, and why didn’t the trackers behind them know about this?

Before the figure appeared, dozens of spells flocked out, instantly submerging the last of the five people.

The scream was halfway through, and then it stopped abruptly. It was obvious that the man had died in these few breaths.

The four people ahead were secretly grateful and couldn't help but be shocked and shouted for help, draining every potential in their bodies, and asking for a little more silk. At least it was faster than the people around them.

It seemed that the Qinzhou Sect scattered in front of him seemed to have heard something, and they all looked towards them.

It was just a look, and no one instantly took off like the remaining four Qinzhou soldiers who knocked their wings. They rushed to rescue them in an instant. There were many cases in the fights over the past few months. They had long been used to it, without any emotional fluctuations. Besides, the distance was far away, even if they rushed there immediately, it would be too late.

At this time, the monks in Qinzhou outside the garrison did not gather together, but stood in a scattered manner according to the different sects and families. There were several people standing in front of everyone, and they were vaguely headed.

If Zhang Fan was present, he would have found many familiar faces among these leaders.

Bai Yiyi of the Yuling Sect, Xiruo of the Fantasy and Demonic Way, Ji Zhiyun, Cui Ren, and Lin Sen of the Faxiang Sect, there are also many strangers standing side by side, obviously, their identities seem to be there.

The most important thing for immortals to get along with is strength. What's more, this is the battlefield, and the strong are taken for granted. These people can be ranked alongside those of the prodigal sons of heaven, and they have their own advantages.

During the battle of Tianzhu Mountain, the powerful people of the three states gathered. The young masters hidden in each sect were also unwilling to be lonely and all walked to the front. If they could be baptized in blood and not fall, they would have a place in the future world of immortal cultivation.

Everyone in front of them watched the five people who were asking for help, struggling to death, falling one by one, and most of them were even more indifferent, without any movement.

They are just cannon fodders in the Qi Refining Stage. For months, they have not known how much they sacrificed every day. How can they be worthy of their prodigal sons?

Among the people, Lin Sen was the only one who showed no help and moved his hand to Qiankun bag, as if he wanted to take action.

Naturally, his actions could not be hidden from the masters around him. After they had known their temperament these days, no one would have been surprised. They only showed various situations on their faces without any concealment, either contempt or appreciating or insensitive, or eager to try.

The idea of ​​watching the show was not realized. Lin Sen's action network was halfway through, and suddenly looked into the distance. The few people standing in front of the monks of various major sects made the same move almost at the same time.

In the east sky, a ball of fiery red jumped out, like a big sun spreading across the sky, and then the red clouds were all dyed, and they shone with the setting sun in the west.

The sound of breaking through the air like thunder filled the world in an instant, like a long rainbow, crossing an infinite distance, like a sun falling, a ball of fiery red swooped down at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the sound of burning and bursting in the ears was endless, as if venting the infinite anger in the heart.

Although the strangeness between heaven and earth attracted almost everyone's attention, the prides of heaven who were above and never kept others in their hearts could not help but look at them, but they did not attract the attention of those who fled for their own desperation. They had no time to take care of this.

However, after a moment, the four people died, and only one female disciple of the Faxiang Sect fell to the ground, his mouth was bleeding, his face was full of fear, and a little green light gradually enlarged until it filled her pound of gaze, but it was a green magic sword.

The spiritual power was exhausted, the magic weapon was destroyed, and she was seriously injured. Now she had no power to fight back, so she could only let the green magic sword approach in despair, but in a flash, the sharp tip of the sword was only one foot away from her eyes, and she was about to pass by her brain the next moment and died on the spot.

Just at this moment, a fiery red light suddenly appeared, as if time had stopped, and the green magic sword suddenly stopped and could no longer move forward.

The big hand with rainbow light appeared out of thin air, holding the magic sword in it, allowing it to tremble violently and struggle, and it could not escape.

The female monk from the Dharma Xiang Sect was stunned immediately, and then a look of surprise spread from her pupils to her entire face. However, her mediocre appearance made people's eyes shine when she saw her.

Like a flame ignited, her face turned red, and a figure flashed from the fire.

The mysterious golden robe flew, and a palm stretched out from it, clenched into a fist.

The sound of "cracking" sounded, and without any resistance, the green magic sword broke into several pieces, the light of spirit was lost, and it scattered into scrap iron and fell down.

"Ah! He is a foundation-building monk!"

The people who followed him straight, a total of ten were all cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. When they saw the person's aura and a magical power to destroy the magic sword, they immediately knew that they had hit the iron plate and actually met the foundation-building senior. What's so great?

If it were in the past, I was afraid that someone would have been begging for mercy, but this was on the battlefield. The monks who had been baptized by blood and blood would not be so naive. They would not need to discuss and immediately scattered and ran away. One could run away, and at the same time, they prayed secretly in their hearts. The foundation-building master of their side appeared quickly.

But it was too late. A fire flashed. The ten people who had just turned around and almost fell to the ground in no time. It was visible to the naked eye that all the exposed skin on their faces and hands quickly sank, as if the flesh and blood were melted away, leaving only the muscles, bones and skin, which looked like mummies.

With such strange means, everyone looked at him, and their eyes instantly focused on the person coming. Then someone exclaimed, obviously recognizing his identity.

"Zhang Fan of the Faxiang Sect!"
Chapter completed!