Under the gale wind, a cloud of dust and smoke blew up at the bottom of Jinlan Peak, and the dust and smoke seemed to have countless chariots galloping in the lush woods, bringing up the smoke and dust in the sky......

The bitter wind wrenched the branches in the woods, and the whipping branches were raised angrily, and the flying leaves weaved a line of green on the horizon......

The wind rustled through the trees, and there was a roar of traffic, and in the shaded canopy, the birds were startled by a group of angry and murderous servants who were hurrying from the direction of Cam Ranh Peak.

They walked through the forest viciously, treating the thousand-year-old trees as if they were nothing, and if there was any obstacle in front of them that prevented them from going to the rescue, they would be destroyed by these people's overwhelming force......

Mountains, forests, fields, mountains, and green peaks, the ubiquitous white-shirted sword-embroidered martial arts cultivators were bloodily slaughtered, while those Zhou Southern martial arts cultivators who were not uniformly dressed but were bloody, but like a snowball, they changed from threes to threes and twos, into rows......

With the passage of time, starting from the edge of the Tianyuan Mountain Realm bordered by the Jinlan Peak, the zuihou turned into a torrent of iron and blood, and brazenly slaughtered in the direction of the main battlefield of the Bow Spirit Valley.

The first to bear the brunt, naturally Zhou Nan's evil emperor is absolutely feathered, this way of iron-blooded killing, there are countless Wanyue Heavenly Palace martial artists who died in his hands alone, he is like an indestructible weapon, and he has entered the battlefield in a tough way......

Approaching the peak of Ling Xu's sevenfold cultivation, the spiritual power of self-cultivation, and the appearance of Feng Jue Yu was like a dam blocking the tsunami and breaking into the crowd.

Because of the anger, Feng Jueyu shot mercilessly, and the emptied palm power exerted the ** fire refining method to the extreme, the palm, the feet, and even the body were wrapped in blazing white flames, rushing to kill in the woods and on the mountain road, Feng Jueyu almost became a white fire man, and where he passed, there was no grass......

Following behind Feng Jueyu, Wen Songren and the four of them clearly felt the killing intent spread out by Feng Jueyu, the kind of killing that seemed to be earth-shattering and inhumane, it simply made them breathtaking, looking at the Wanyue Heavenly Palace Martial Cultivator who fell like cutting wheat in front of them, Wen Songren was in a cold sweat on his back, glad that he didn't fight with Feng Jueyu because of a boundary void stone, think about it from another position, if he is a person from Wanyue Heavenly Palace, I'm afraid the entire Fire Cultivation Gate will have to be burned.

"He's already killed the red eye, Miss Qingqiu, do you know what's going on?" Wen Songren was obviously scared, even if he knew that Feng Jueyu would definitely not go mad and hurt himself, it was hard to imagine that such a tragic scene was actually from Feng Jueyu alone.

With the help of Wen Songren, Wu Qingqiu's speed was not slow, her eyebrows were upside down, her face was calm, and her tone was cold and sad: "What else can happen?" What this guy values most is his relatives and friends, at the beginning, he dared to shout at an old monster in the Ling Xuan Realm for a friend who had not known him for a long time, and now that those people have killed his family, what do you think he will do?" Wu Qingqiu wrinkled his nose, as if he wanted to sarcastically ask Wen Songren's question very idiotic.

Despite the question, Wen Songren still realized the seriousness of the problem, and dared to shout at Ling Xujing for the sake of a friend who had not known him for a long time, that guy was just a Shengdan Realm at the beginning, whether he was a fool or a person who was arrogant enough to ignore the level gap.

What a perverted guy this is.

gasped, Wen Songren hurriedly cleaned up his mood, and unconsciously, there was a hint of joy and joy in his heart, if he made friends with such a person, the fire cultivation sect would be valued by him in the future, and at the age of the wind and feathers, within a hundred years, he would become a famous person in the inner circle of the grand plan.

Thinking of this, Wen Songren made up his mind to help Feng Jieyu, even if he paid a painful price, he would never let him underestimate himself, and to make friends with others, he must first show sincerity.

"Taojiang, Lianshan, Xiuhai, kill me, all the people in Wanyue Heavenly Palace, not one will be left ......"

Wen Songren, who has always been steady and easy-going, suddenly shot a cold killing intent from his eyes, Tao Jiang, Lianshan, and Xiuhai are also brave and ruthless, and they were dissatisfied when they encountered Feng Jueyu before, although Zuihou saw that although Feng Jueyu was from the periphery, his self-cultivated spiritual power was much higher than them before the three of them were convinced, but this did not mean that they put all the martial artists on the periphery of the grand plan in their eyes.

As a follower along the way, they have seen the magnificence of the periphery of the grand plan, but they can't look at the cultivation of the martial artists, especially when they heard that the family of the benefactor who saved the fire cultivation sect, Feng Jieyu, was threatened, and the three of them couldn't hold back their anger in their hearts for a long time.

Hearing Wen Songren's order, the three of them not only did not mean to resist lazily, but instead revealed their fierce appearances one by one, and their temperament as masters of the inner circle broke out completely uncontrollably.

Tao Jiang was strong and strong, but his speed was not slow, and when he saw Feng Jueyu opening the way in front of him, he volunteered to rush forward, like a rushing car that smashed the heads of several disciples of Wanyue Heavenly Palace who were not long-eyed.

For Tao Jiang, who has the fourfold level of Ling Xuan and has received the power of the spirit law of the Qinglian Fire Clan, those masters who only have the Shengdan Realm, even if they are in the Transformation Realm, are nothing more than paper-tied straw men, and they take them to heart at all, and they can be regarded as worthy of them if they kill a few at will.

Opened a way for Feng Jueyu, Tao Jiang did not have the slightest sense of pride, but turned back respectfully and said to Feng Jueyu: "Feng Gongzi, please ......" He waved his big hand, and the disciples of Wanyue Heavenly Palace on both sides dared to rush forward, and they retreated with swords in fright, their eyes full of panic.

When Feng Jueyu was burning with anger, suddenly Tao Jiang stopped him, he was stunned for a moment, and glanced back at Wen Songren, Feng Jueyu immediately understood what was going on.

glanced at Wen Songren gratefully, and as soon as Feng Jueyu's sleeves were folded behind his back, he flew forward as if no one was in the middle......

Lian Shan and Xiu Hai followed one after another, they had already taken out 100% of their strength, after all, if they wanted to keep up with the speed of the Wind Killer, how could they be qualified to be his close guards if they didn't show their skills.

As Tao Jiang, Lianshan, and Xiuhai opened the way, Feng Jueyu's front suddenly became unimpeded, and even if some of them tried to stop them, they were finally blasted away by Tao Jiang's powerful Qinghuo fist before they got close......

The four of them went all the way to the direction of Gongling Valley, as fast as entering a no-man's land, and where they passed, there was a sea of corpses and blood, and even the martial cultivators in the southern realm of Zhou saw this and saw the blood in the blood, and applauded loudly......

Along the way, Feng Jueyu stepped on blood and corpses, never moved half a finger again, and then behind him were countless bloody white robes and broken sword embroidery......

A moment later, the initiative of Jin Lan and Mixin Erfeng returned to the hands of Zhou Nan Wuxiu.

Those Zhou Nan martial cultivators who were suffering and were strongly suppressed by Wanyue Heavenly Palace, as well as countless peripheral martial artists who came to see the excitement, were all shocked and inexplicable when they saw this battle, and in an instant, the four of Feng Jueyu seemed to be like a spell that led people's hearts, slowly causing the countless martial artists behind him to gather, turning into a mighty team, following him quickly to the Bow Spirit Valley.

There, it is the main battlefield of Wanyue Heavenly Palace and Zhou Nanjing......

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At the top of the Bow Spirit Peak, the group cultivators are fighting, and a huge and bloody slaughter is being staged under the clear sky......

Under the sunny sun, the thick soil is endless, the sky and the earth, the central room is muddy, and the shouting and killing sound of the sky goes straight into the sky, and the shocking roar is like thunder and drums explode in every inch of land......

The sound of the sky echoes, the earth resounds, the earth is bloody, and the bones are piled up all over the mountain......

"Danhua Fairy, do you really want to make such a fuss that it can't be reversed?"

The mountains and mountains are steep, Zhang Yuanze is covered in blood, his eyebrows are flying, messy, like a dry draft, a big battle here and now, he has been tired, in the face of the tsunami-like offensive of the blue-shirted hydroman, this sea saint emperor has taken out all his skills, and he almost sacrificed himself to the gods to stimulate the power of the heavenly spiritual law.

His eyes fell on the sky in the distance, and on the blue-clothed woman, Zhang Yuanze's voice was like a Hong Zhong, and he didn't see a trace of fear, but instead frowned angrily and gritted his teeth with hatred.

This Danhua fairy has vicious methods and cruel heart, she not only regards Zhou Nan's martial arts cultivation and the army of the Sea Clan, but also does not even care about the lives of her Heavenly Palace disciples, Zhang Yuanze can't even believe why this woman has such a devilish heart.

Fairy Danhua has not made a move, she just stands on the top of the distant mountain, sitting and watching, in the final analysis, even if it is revenge, unless the wind and feather appear, the rest of the people are still not worthy of his personal action, not with mercy.

Looking at Zhang Yuanze's stubborn resistance to the death, Ning Yao smiled coldly: "Since that Feng Jue Yu killed Senior Brother Xiang, the matter is irreparable, this fairy is going to see Feng Jue Yu's relatives and friends all die in front of this fairy, I am not afraid to tell you, this fairy is here to sacrifice the lives of 20,000 martial cultivators in the southern realm of Zhou to the spirit of the heavens, Shui Lishi, to kill him for this fairy, this fairy wants everyone to know what a miserable end it will be to offend Wanyue Heavenly Palace......

Hearing this, where the clouds fell, the faces of the major holy emperors changed suddenly, and the battle rolled up for more than half an hour, everyone knew this Ning Yao's original intention, and when they heard the vicious and vicious words, everyone broke out in a cold sweat, it turned out that Ning Yao was planning to exterminate the southern realm of Zhou.

She wasn't even going to spare anyone......

With such intentions, the snake and scorpion metaphor are out of reach.

Zhang Yuanze trembled, only then did he know that he had underestimated the other party's evil intentions, and watching the blue-shirted wrestler move forward, he suddenly had a desperate thought, Zhang Yuanze knew that if he didn't sacrifice himself to the sea god, he would never be able to defeat that water force, and even if he used the sacrificial liliang, I am afraid that he would not be Ning Yao's enemy.

"What a big breath, this son wants to see how you destroyed my Zhou Nan. Just as Zhang Yuanze was about to give it a go, suddenly a loud shout like a bell exploded on the top of the Bow Spirit Peak.

P: I was not in a good state a few hours ago, but this chapter has been changing, changing, changing, changing for four hours, and finally it fits.