The black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the army rushed into the royal capital with unrivaled might, and in the city gate of tens of thousands of meters, a group of monks rushed in, they were excited, and the sound of killing shook the heavens and the earth.

"Eradicate the Blood Spirit God Sect!

As a general, Kuang Long sighed.

"Brothers! Kill all the evil cultivators! Leave no one behind!"

The generals responded one after another, giving a clean order.

Soon, the swishing sound was dense, and countless Dao figures formed a phalanx and swept away, descending on this huge urban agglomeration like a heavenly soldier.

The remaining black-robed cultivators were cold all over, and they resisted with all their might, but they were all overwhelmed by this surging tide, becoming a corpse with mutilated limbs.

Seeing this, the soldiers who participated in the defense of the city were full of blood, and hurriedly rushed to the past with halberds in their hands, shouting and killing in their mouths.

Without exception, all of them defected to the side of the Zhang family's coalition army!

"There is an enemy invasion!"

A roar mixed with fright and anger erupted, and the Blood Spirit God Cult cultivators who participated in the patrol all over the country reacted and hurriedly took measures to resist.

The inhabitants of the royal capital, when they saw this spectacular scene, were so excited that their bodies trembled.

Some of them hid their faces and wept and wept profusely, and some of them had red eyes and choked up.

"Holy ...... Army of the Saints ......"

A gray-haired old man looked up at the sky, staring at the banner's golden characters as if he were obsessed.

Two lines of cloudy tears crossed his wrinkled face.

The people, who had always been deeply oppressed and frightened, saw that a large army attacked and liberated the royal capital, and the whole person's emotions were ignited at once.

Zhang Fengjiu stood on the deck of a dragon-patterned warship, the turbulent air currents blowing his forehead into a mess, and his expression was as motionless as a rock.

His eyes were cold, "The ancestor of the Zhang family asked for his life for the common people in the world, and led a large army to eradicate the Blood Spirit God Sect!"

The sound of killing intent swept in all directions, as if the gods who were in the Nine Heavens were making the strongest sound.

Rumble!

The cultivators' heads were buzzing, and they could hear this word clearly.

As for the residents of the royal capital, they couldn't hold back any longer, and excitedly erupted in an earth-shattering shout.

All of them fought side by side with the coalition forces, and turned to attack the Blood Spirit Cult cult that was still struggling to resist.

The sound of countless spell explosions filled his ears, rekindling the war in the already inferior royal capital.

Only this time, it's a fight for freedom!

Since the cult took control, it will forcibly take away groups of people to unknown places, resulting in the destruction of many people.

Even the slightest resistance will be brutally tortured.

Frightened, helpless, hopeless......

After a long period of accumulation, these emotions have long overwhelmed many people, and they are physically and mentally exhausted to get through the days of confusion.

No one knows how long this phenomenon will last.

The Blood Spirit Cult is like an invisible mountain, pressing on everyone's hearts!

It's overwhelming, it's overwhelming!

Now the emergence of the Zhangjia coalition army has strongly broken this situation, so that the locals in the royal capital can see the light!

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing everywhere were earth-shattering and resounded in the sky.

Forces large and small are not choosing to wait and see, but are willing to go out and reinforce one after another.

In a place where the smoke of gunpowder was billowing out, a group of monks were fighting bravely with magic weapons in their hands.

At the head was a tall man with a rough face, his eyes were firm, and his expression was full of murderous intent.

This person's name is Xia Zhibao, and he is the son of the Apocalypse General Xia Lianggu.

Since the king was controlled by the cult, he has been leading his people to live in secrecy, and his heart is almost crying blood.

But now, seeing that the Zhangjia coalition army has attacked.

Xia Zhibao couldn't sit still any longer, and he didn't hesitate to lead a group of family monks to resist, attacking those black-robed evil cultivators like crazy.

Rumble!

The two rays of light were annihilated, and the air currents trembled.

"You guys are so daring, you dare to rebel against my Blood Spirit God Cult!!"

One of the cult cultivators roared hoarsely.

Xia Zhibao held the big knife in his hand, and his body revealed a strong and domineering fluctuation, and said fiercely: "You damn beasts, you really think you can do whatever you want!"

"Sect Master, do you really think you can succeed?!"

The evil cultivator roared, "Even Old Ancestor Mu Ru died at his hands, what are you insignificant things worth?"

"With the ancestor of the Zhang family here, that's enough!"

The Summer Leopard rushed forward, swinging his sword with all his might, and with this terrifying sword light flashed away, a head spurting black blood rose high.

After rolling to the ground, you can still see the horror on his face before his death.

Xia Zhibao exhaled heavily, looked up at the hull of the ship in the sky, and looked respectfully at the banner with the words "Army of Saints" on it.

His heart is full of unshakable firmness.

With the frantic push of the battle line, buildings collapsed one after another, and the land was devastated.

Mu Ruqiuming, who was dressed in battle armor, swung his halberd and slashed the evil cultivators to the ground one after another, his chest was full of fiery battle intent, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

He hated the cult cultivators of the Blood Spirit God Sect extremely much, and he couldn't wait to skin and cramp these beasts!

Poof!

A half-moon arc-shaped halberd blade flashed, and a piece of body was slashed into two pieces, spraying a large canopy of viscous black blood.

After Mu Ruqiu Ming killed this evil cultivator, he jumped high on top of a broken building.

He looked around, and his pupils contracted sharply.

For a while, there was a bone-chilling coldness all over his body, and a strong sense of pathos welled up in his heart.

"No!"

Mu Ruqiuming's eyes were red, and he exclaimed sadly.

Not only him, but all the coalition forces who came to this front witnessed it.

Zhang Fengjiu and the others stared at each other, and their faces were gloomy.

Above the center of the royal capital, a large round blood-red ball was suspended there, and a shriveled corpse was encased in it.

The old face, which is more shabby than the bark, can still see a little unwillingness and fear before birth.

Can be specially made to deter everyone, his identity is self-evident.

Mu Ruqiu Ming knelt down on one knee and cried: "Old ancestor !!"

As the patron saint of the Muru family, the strongest person of the Dali Dynasty, he was killed by the leader of the Blood Spirit God Sect and used as an ornament to decorate the royal capital.

It's a monstrous disgrace!

Witnessing this tragic scene, Mu Ruqiu Ming cried bitterly, tears dripping to the ground.

"That's Mu Ru Ancestor......"

Zhang Fengjiu's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

The expressions of the other monks changed, and they were a little surprised by such a deterrent method.

The big changes in the outside world soon spread to the palace.

Since this place became the lair of the Blood Spirit God Sect, many core members sang songs every night and wantonly absorbed essence blood to cultivate evil skills.

Many palace maids died to death, crippled, and lived a dark life.

"There is a foreign enemy invading the royal capital!

A rush of eagerness sounded, which quickly caused a shock.

In one of the palaces, twelve black-purple robed Dharma protectors stood up, and a cold light burst out in their eyes.

"It's the ancestor of the Zhang family who takes the lead!?"

One of the Dharma Protectors said with an ugly face.

"It's him!"

The evil cultivator hurriedly said, "In addition, there are many monks from all over Kyushu, and they have all called for an attack on the royal capital!"

"Humph!"

A cold snort like a muffled thunder echoed in the hall.

I saw a burly man with a height of more than two meters sneering: "A group of inferior people who don't know what to do, do you really think that you can succeed by following Zhang Jiahu?"

He is Kun Zhong, one of the twelve protectors of the Blood Spirit God Cult.

In that tall body, an incomparably powerful aura fluctuation was revealed.

"I'm going to report to the Sect Master. ”

Kurogo said in a cold tone.

His face was covered with dark spots, and he looked extremely hideous.

An old man holding a skull staff said in a cold voice, "Let that group of cultists who are still cultivating evil skills stop, and all go to get rid of the invaders." ”

The cults of the Church that are now resisting outside are only the broadest and most common columns.

The most elite power from the Blood Spirit God Sect has not yet truly manifested.

"Action!"

The figures in the hall disappeared in place one after another.