Ye Hong, who was dressed in red like blood and still had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, crawled out from the corner on the side.

Seeing Zhang Zhao, she felt helpless and said: "The people who came are very strong, we have died a lot, and I can't protect it." ”

Zhang Zhao almost felt suffocated, he was very curious why the people of this dark camp wanted to kill his own helm regardless of the protection period of the Heavenly Dao, but at this moment, he felt even more anger, the hatred of blood and tears surged into his heart, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"Huh!"

I saw that Zhang Zhao's right hand was clawed, and as soon as the void was held like this, the Cangsheng Sword beside Ye Hong flew into his hand, and then the sword rushed into the sky.

Almost the second after Zhang Zhao left, Chen Yang also sacrificed his Shenwu Pure Steel Sword and left.

In the entire Lingxiao Palace, he did not perceive the breath of his own child, which means that his child is still in the hands of those people.

"Brother Daozhen, what should we do now? should we go with him?"

Seeing Zhang Zhao and Chen Yang leaving one after another, in this current scene, there is no need to guess that they must have gone to the camp to take revenge.

Michichi frowned and asked, "What the hell happened?"

Just the day before yesterday, all the cultivators who had gone out to practice came back, but soon a group of people from the dark camp came, and they rushed to the helm and killed anyone they saw, and both cultivators and ordinary people could not escape death. Although everyone resisted hard, they were not opponents in the end, and they finally killed Xian Xian and captured Xiaoyi.

Hearing this, Dao Zhen took a deep breath, and the anger in his heart also arose.

"These damn bastards, we rushed over and fought them. ”

Atai, who has always had a bad temper, couldn't bear such hatred, and was about to take people over to die with the dark camp, but was finally stopped by the Eagle Emperor.

It's not that everyone is afraid of death, it's just that in the current situation where this king is leaving alone, someone must take the lead.

It seems that the battle must be fought, but how to fight it is also a problem, if everyone rushes into the dark camp and kills people when they see them, then the final result can only be to die and not lose a good reputation.

Therefore, everyone focused their eyes on this Dao Zhen, who had the highest rank and the deepest cultivation.

"Divide and Perish"

At this time, Dao Zhen suddenly said the same thing as Zhang Zhao, he turned to look at Ru Ge, and said, "Write a letter of paper, send it to the Battle Alliance, and tell the two of Long Zhan Langxin who are far away in the Gengu Continent to return quickly." ”

"Hmm!"

The command is like a song, Daozhen looked at the surrounding crowd, and said in a solemn voice: "What joy is there in life, and what is there in death." As the so-called blood debt is repaid by blood, fellow Daoists, and kill the dark camp with me, raze it to the ground at all costs, and avenge my dead friends. ”

"Let's go!"

At the sound of an order, Atai, who had been impatient for a long time, directly spread his wings and flew out first.

Under the hatred of this country, all the people in the immortal camp went to the battlefield, whether they were men, women, young or old, poor or rich, as long as they could hold the sword, they all ran to the dark camp.

Even those ordinary people, small flower girls like Xiaohua Aya and them, one by one, picked up the sickle and made their heads, and these tools for doing farm work on weekdays moved forward with them.

In the end, it was the God Emperor powerhouse, although he was the last to set off, but in less than a minute, he caught up with everyone and flew to the front.

At this time, Dao Zhen took out a jade bottle filled with blood from his bosom and handed it to Qingxi on the side, saying, "Senior sister, this is Zhang Zhao's blood, you take it to the Heroic Soul Hall to tell those demon souls about it, and see if they can help us." ”

"Hmm!"

"You bastards of the dark camp, get out of here. ”

When he came to the sky above the dark camp, Zhang Zhao scolded, and immediately a person who didn't have long eyes rushed out, pointed at Zhang Zhao with one hand, and was angry: "What kind of thing do you dare to come to the dark camp to spread wild?"

As soon as this person appeared, he was directly split in half by Zhang Zhao's sword without any hesitation.

The power of the Cangsheng Sword in Zhang Zhao's hands was several times stronger than in Ye Hong's hands, and with a wave of his hand, he could kill a god king.

For a weapon forged in the human realm, the Cangsheng Sword has reached the extreme, and even in the heavenly realm weapons, it can go up to the top hundred rows.

"Hand over my son, you bastards"

Zhang Zhao and Chen Yang were both demonic at this time, and Zhang Zhao recovered the bloodline of the demon clan, but there was no change in general, except that there was an extra demonic energy in his body and his hair turned red.

And Chen Yang has turned into a white hair, and his whole face is pale, looking like a devil.

The two of them fought separately, wreaking havoc in the dark camp, killing people when they saw them, without any hesitation.

They were all insane, and they used their flesh to face all attacks, as if only killing and pain could ease the anger in their hearts.

"Hand them over quickly, or I'll put an end to your dark camp today. ”

Zhang Zhao roared and swung a sword at the helm of the dark camp.

A kilometer-long sword qi flew out obliquely, and just as it was about to slash the main rudder house, a powerful aura gushed out from the main rudder, instantly extinguishing this terrifying sword qi.

At this time, a middle-aged man flew over, accompanied by two old men.

Seeing Zhang Zhao, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously: "King Zhang, why are you doing this, why did you kill the helm of my dark camp?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over the child and let me cut you three times, whether you die or not depends on your strength. ”

Zhang Zhaojian pointed at the middle-aged man, judging from the clothes and temperament on his body, this person should be the king of this dark camp.

"Child?

Didn't you send someone to take advantage of the fact that a few of us went to the Gengu Continent to kill our immortal camp? Let's settle this account later, and hand over the child first.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "I still don't care to use such despicable methods, with the strength of my dark camp, do I still need a sneak attack to trouble you?"

"Hehe, these two little friends, how about we sit down and talk about something slowly?"

The black-clothed old man on the left side of the king said with a smile: "Although our dark camp is relatively dark in name, it has always acted in a bright and upright manner, you can ask your Demon Emperor and Mo Jundao people about this, and your master Shen Yin, wasn't he also a person in our dark camp before?"

The old man's words made Zhang Zhao have to calm down, because what he said was right, judging from the words of the Demon Emperor, Mo Jun and Shen Yin, the behavior of this dark camp is quite open, not like a person who can do such a thing.

"It's not you, who could it be? ”