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With a "click", the Soul Locking Array finally couldn't help Mu Ping's tearing, and shattered, and those martial cultivators from Huaxia suddenly stood in place with a confused expression, and black gas continued to emerge from their heads, and as the black gas came out, their eyes gradually became clearer.

"Hello!"

It didn't matter to Mu Ping, the monk team suddenly lost more than half, that's right, it just disappeared out of thin air, no need to ask, it will definitely go back to Huaxia.

In such a dangerous place, if they still choose to stay here, it is either ulterior motives, or fools and mallets!

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is human nature, instinct, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Whew-"

Mu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, at least he had done it to rescue the Huaxia warriors, and it was finally worth the trip and the mission.

"Boy, you dare to sabotage the plan of this alliance and let go of the blood slaves, the master of this alliance will take back what he said just now, and he will not leave you a whole corpse, I will cramp and peel your skin and light the sky lantern, extract your soul, and burn it for seven seven forty-nine years, so that you will never be reincarnated!"

Kun Mai gritted his teeth and cursed, "Give it to me, kill him!"

There was a tungsten steel spear in his hand, a seven-grade real weapon, and the tip of the spear shook upward, and those dead soldiers who drilled out, like carp crossing the river, opened their teeth and danced their claws, and pounced on Mu Ping.

For a while, the black wind was swirling and the air was dead.

The mass of dead air seemed to form a substance, and everywhere it passed, all the plants withered, died, and turned into ashes.

"Do you have foreign help?"

The corners of Mu Ping's mouth tilted slightly, and he smiled.

"Kill!"

He let out a loud cry.

The sky was dark again, and figures came out of the void one after another.

Zhao Jiye took the nine masters and 100,000 high-level monks of Moluo City to kill!

Shi Luoying led five hundred Luoying disciples to kill!

The lonely lamp of the Xingtian Sect led the remnant eyebrows, frost cold, and single ridges, and behind them was a square team composed of tens of thousands of array divisions!

Lihuo's aunt Lihua also came with 70,000 opposition monks!

There are also some sects and cultivators who have been persecuted by the Dark Alliance!

There was no time to greet each other, and the men immediately went into battle.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

"Ahh

"Whew!"

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The scuffle was ensuing.

200,000 monks against 100,000 dead and 60,000 Zerg, Mist, Demon, Demon, Werewolf, and other descendants of exiled families.

This battle was fought in the dark, this battle was killed without the sun and the moon, and this battle was bloody!

Overlooking the land, there are scenes of battles everywhere, stumps and broken arms everywhere, and ghosts crying wolves everywhere!

Boundless blood and qi rose to the sky, and the boundless killing sound shook the heavens and the earth!

The snow-bright weapons cut a graceful arc in the sky, like a meteor, dragging a beautiful silver tail;

The crimson blood mist steamed in mid-air, like an upside-down sea bowl, enveloping the earth, permeated with cruel blood;

Screams and wails became the main theme, making this land like an asura field, and like a boundless ancient battlefield.

This is a contest between good and evil!

This is a clash of destruction and rebellion!

This battle lasted for three days and three nights, and no one noticed that not long after the battle began, a slender figure rose and fell, and stumbled into the entrance of the trial land.

Mu Ping has been standing in the clouds, his goal is to hunt down the opponent's high-end forces, once an enemy or a dead soldier who exceeds the peak of the Heavenly Immortal appears, waiting for them is only a world-destroying palm shadow, or, a shining sword light.

Kun Mai and the old Wu are missing.

In the end, the battle ended with the near-total annihilation of the living forces of the Dark Alliance, with 28,000 descendants of exiles of the Zerg, Mist and other races captured.

On the Mu Ping side, he also lost sixteen Heavenly Immortal Cultivators, and as for the Earth Immortal and below Cultivators, he lost nearly 80,000 people.

The power of the Dark Alliance is not to be underestimated.

But this is also a helpless thing, who let those dead soldiers not be afraid of death one by one, with the lives of 80,000 people, in exchange for the total annihilation of 160,000 enemies, how to say that it is also earned.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and there was a loud "boom" from the ground, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

"Withdraw!"

Mu Ping waved his hand and gave the order to retreat, and the 120,000 people who were cleaning the battlefield hurriedly retreated, but they did not withdraw, but disappeared in the void, where there was a large hidden protective array arranged by Mu Ping, otherwise it would be impossible for so many monks to hide without being discovered anyway.

"Brother Tianma, I'm afraid that the Heavenly Dao Worm King has woken up!"

Lihuo wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood side by side with Mu Ping

Place.

"Master!"

Zhao Jiye led the nine masters to kneel and kowtow to Mu Ping in mid-air.

"Master!"

Shi Luoying led the four daughters of the Luoying faction to fly to Mu Ping's side in a hurry, clenching their fists and giving them up!

"Master of the Imperial Array!"

Lone Lantern and the others also came behind Mu Ping.

"Leave the flowers and see the Tenma Castle Lord!"

Lihua led several high-end monks from the opposition and clenched his fists.

Mu Ping nodded slightly, and returned the salute with a fist.

"Master, this is too enjoyable!"

Zhou Wan'er smiled exaggeratedly, and a silk thread of spiritual power was condensed on her body, which was densely strung with rings and storage bags.

"What a little money fan!"

Mu Ping chuckled.

Some of the monks who came to the battle spontaneously smiled one by one, and this time the harvest was really unexpected to them.

"Mu Ping, thank you for your help!"

Mu Ping clenched his fists and glanced around.

"The master (lord) is mighty!"

Everyone spoke in unison, and the sound vibrated the universe.

"Boom!"

A louder roar sounded, and the towering hall of the Doomsday Altar creaked and groaned in pain, and collapsed with a bang, and a head similar to a sword mantis and the size of ten zhang stretched out from under the altar.

"Roar—"

A roar that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth came from the giant mouth of the sword mantis! There was a faint heavenly power in it, like a thunderstorm during a catastrophe.

Rao is Zhao Jiye and the others were already Heavenly Immortal Cultivators, and they couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, their expressions were slightly sluggish, and some low-level cultivators, including Zhou Wan'er, immediately fainted.

This is still the result of Mu Ping's arrangement of the blocking formation in advance, otherwise, just by this moment, they would be in danger of shattering and dying.

"This king has finally come out!

An old voice sounded in everyone's sea of knowledge.

"Whoosh!"

A gray-black behemoth with a height of more than 100 zhang and a weight of no less than 300 tons tore through the surrounding soil and jumped from the ground to the ground in one leap, and his cultivation was completely incomprehensible to everyone present.

"Plop!"

When it landed, the dust was flying, the gravel was flying, and the earth trembled even more, as if it could not bear the weight of the behemoth at all.