A large number of warriors flocked to southern Xinjiang.

Although it has long been rumored that only strong people above the realm of Martial Venerable can enter, they don't believe it.

When they arrived in southern Xinjiang, they had no choice but to find that the facts were really as rumors, and they could not enter southern Xinjiang until they reached the realm of Wuzun.

But they are not willing to leave, but they all gather in the ruins of the 100,000 Mountain Villa, looking forward to the great change again.

If the great changes in southern Xinjiang can happen once, why can't they happen a second or third time?

If there is another great change, will the martial artists above the innate realm have a chance to enter?

With such a desire, no one wants to leave.

It was precisely because of their reluctance to leave that the Ancient Martial Realm was qualified to deal with this army of cultivators who suddenly came in a group.

At the junction of southern Xinjiang and Mobei, half of the yellow sand is full of sky, and half of it is full of green.

I have to say that the Creator is a miracle and can do what people cannot.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators rushed madly, they could not enter the southern frontier, but they wantonly destroyed, cut down big trees, destroyed green spaces, and everywhere they passed, they were in a mess, like the scars of the earth.

Regardless of this, the king-level powerhouses rushed to the depths of the 100,000 mountains, they frantically plundered resources to strengthen themselves, like locusts, to invade everything.

Everyone in the ancient martial arts world is crazy with hatred and hatred.

The warriors who did not reach the Martial Venerable spontaneously organized themselves and launched an attack on the cultivators.

The martial powerhouses in the mountains also rushed out one after another and attacked the cultivators mercilessly.

The great changes in southern Xinjiang have made many martial arts powerhouses gain great benefits.

Many people have taken the initial control of the field by chance, and they have gone one step further and become half-step strong.

Although the power of the realm could only spread ten meters, they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, fighting frantically.

Any cultivator is as fragile as a paper figure in front of them.

With a wave of his hand and a lift of his leg, there will inevitably be a tragic death of a number of cultivators.

The smell of blood gradually spread, and a disgusting smell gathered in the air.

The battle shook the sky, and there were countless screams.

Yellow sand and green mountains, two places that symbolize death and life, are rivers of blood.

Xiao Fan ignored the killing from the outside world, he re-entered the mountains of southern Xinjiang, and used mysterious and unpredictable means to find king-level powerhouses one by one.

As long as he finds it, he will immediately strike like a thunderbolt, suppress it, and with a movement of his mind, he will break the source of energy gathered in his body.

Like a balloon punctured by a needle, a king-level powerhouse who had lost the source of energy let out a terrible wail and fell to the ground in pain.

They are not dead, but they are no longer cultivators, but ordinary people.

Xiao Fan looked at the sky cautiously and found that the dark clouds were rolling, but there was no lightning and thunder, and there was no muffled thunder, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneered and continued to look for the next king-level powerhouse.

Soon, the number of king-level powerhouses who were abolished by Xiao Fan exceeded three hundred, and the number continued to soar.

Not only that, Xiao Fan also found that Ye Sheng and Ye Qihai were also doing the same thing.

Xiao Fan was cautious and did not let the two of them discover their whereabouts, he suddenly understood a little why the rules of heaven and earth did not allow Dao-level powerhouses to harm the lives of ordinary martial artists and cultivators, but they could abolish their strength.

At the beginning, Thunder Blade probably knew this reason, so he left the so-called guardian of the continent.

Entry-level powerhouses are confined to their own country and cannot invade the ancient martial realm.

Although the Dao powerhouses of the ancient martial arts realm cannot be killed, they can destroy the opponent's peak combat power and suppress their strength.

Unless the gap in numbers is really too big for the strong people to compete, the side with the strong people who have entered the Dao is almost invincible.

The order powerhouses of other continents probably also know that it is not easy, so they have joined forces to besiege the ancient martial arts realm globally.

But what they miscalculated was that the ancient martial arts world was not just Ye Sheng and Ye Qihai, two strong people who 'understood the unspoken rules'.

Xiao Fan doesn't care about anything else, he will shoot when it's time to make a move, and abuse the other party until he has no friends.

Outside the mountains of southern Xinjiang, the sound of killing shook the sky.

Although the Wuzun powerhouse and the half-stepping Dao powerhouse were powerful, the number of opponents was too large, and after rushing and killing for a while, there were also casualties.

Mu Xiaoxuan and the others all appeared on the stage, each performing their own tricks.

Under a sword, it swept across a large area.

Like rain and fine needles, extinction of one side.

The green dragon breathed, and countless people screamed and fell to the ground.

The blood wings spread, and the blood everywhere became Luo Liuli's means of attack.

Clusters of blood burst out, like sharp swords splashing everywhere, ordinary cultivators, touching it and dying, without any luck.

In the distance, there is an amazing aura approaching.

It was the martial arts powerhouses of the Cheap Sect, with the innate triple martial artists who had not yet had time to use virtual technology.

The number of people is vast, as many as 3,000, led by Angel.

An Qi's body was covered in blue light, and everywhere she went, it was freezing cold, and with a wave of her hand, it was frozen, and many cultivators didn't even have time to react, so they were frozen in place and died silently.

That is, Ji Qingcheng is not here, otherwise the two women will cooperate again, and it will be another disaster.

However, the calamity of the practitioners has not passed.

Four martial powerhouses came with huge horns.

The morning breeze laughed and fixed the horn in mid-air.

The warriors turned pale and fled faster than anything else.

Some of the cultivators who noticed it were also trembling and turned around in horror and fled.

But there are still many cultivators who don't notice this at all.

Morrowind took a deep breath and was about to turn into a fat man.

Then, a wave of terror swept through everything.

"There is a girl in the village, her name is Xiaofang, she is good-looking and kind, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, and a thick and long whip......"

The magic sound that shook the heavens and the earth reappeared.

The martial artist, who was less than a kilometer away, although he had covered his ears with preparation, but under this magic sound, he still rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell directly to the ground.

Fortunately, someone was in charge of saving people and dragged them out.

And so, they were still trembling, like a sheep's madness.

If it's a little later, you can't save it at all, and you can bury it by digging a pit.

On the cultivator's side, they are completely insane.

It's still a familiar sound, it's still a familiar tone.

Patches of practitioners fell to the ground, their eardrums burst first, and then their hearts.

The whole person was bleeding, and his whole body turned purple.

This magic sound is too terrifying, after being blessed by the loudspeaker, it is the sound of killing gods and burying demons, and ordinary cultivators can't resist it at all.

Like cutting leeks, the cultivators screamed and fell to the ground.

The lucky cultivator escaped and was stunned on the spot, recalling the terrifying scene when he entered the ancient martial arts realm with high spirits and was shocked to death by a song by the other party.

Now that the scene has reappeared, I realize that the nightmare has never left.

"Run!"

The remnants of the cultivators were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay, and they all fled in disarray.

Morrowind sang halfway through, which was not enjoyable, but had to stop.

"The Alphabet K Alliance is a bull fork, any one person is a big killer, what if there are more cultivators? With the Alphabet K Alliance, no one can invade us!"

"Support the Alphabet K Alliance!"

"From now on, whoever dares to be an enemy of the alphabet K alliance, we will not agree!"

Regardless of whether it was true or not, in short, everyone expressed their attitude, which made Chenfeng feel very comfortable.

But soon, his pupils shrank.

At the end of the yellow sand, there is a black press, like an endless migration of ants.

That's a cultivator, there are quite a few of them, at least ...... 500,000!

(End of chapter)