The western Tibetan Plateau has the smallest number of warriors, but because of the existence of the Heavenly Trench Canyon, it was originally the place that would not be breached.

But now, the Trench Canyon has disappeared directly, and the terrain has been changed by the huge formation to become a basin.

The urn array was originally a tactical plan formulated by the desert just in case, but I never thought that it would really be used.

More than 100,000 cultivators flocked to it, and the hearts of the warriors raced, and their throats and eyes seemed to be blocked.

It was a feeling of oppression that surged like a tsunami, making the warriors' legs tremble and they couldn't help but want to escape.

It's just that they also know that once the Western Tibetan Plateau is broken through, then the final outcome will be to lead to the overall failure of the ancient martial arts world and its eventual demise.

Even if you can run away now, where should you run in the future?

"Everyone, on our shoulders, bear a heavy responsibility! There are eggs under the nest? In this battle, I would rather die than retreat! My Princess Diao is here, advance and retreat with you, and live and die together! If we win, we will be the heroes of the ancient martial arts world, even in the past hundred years and thousands of years, the ancient martial arts world will still have our legends! But if we lose, it doesn't matter, we will fight again under the nine springs!"

Princess Diao, as a woman, said such heroic words before the arrival of the great enemy, which made many people ashamed and at the same time, a wave of blood surged in their hearts.

Women are still like this, but dignified seven-foot men, what are they afraid of?

"I'd rather die than retreat!"

"I'd rather die than retreat!"

The incomparably firm belief and the earth-shattering roar that converged could not be drowned out even by the shouts of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

People who have never been on the battlefield will not be able to appreciate this kind of blood boiling.

The ghost disciple thought that he was a person who had experienced countless battles and crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, but at this moment, the ghost disciple couldn't help but have a strong impulse surging in his heart.

The former ghost disciples, fighting for world peace, still haven't changed!

The Ancient Martial Realm cannot be destroyed! Otherwise, the living beings will be destroyed!

"I use my blood to judge the heavens and the earth!If you want to attack the ancient martial realm, step on my corpse first!"

A deep voice resounded, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators, as well as 20,000 martial artists, watched a slightly thin figure rise into the sky.

Those eyes bloomed with scarlet blood.

A golden soft sword, shrouded in blood mist, shrouded in a terrifying faint light like a poisonous snake.

The layers of dark clouds were washed away, and a full moon emerged, but soon, this bright full moon was also covered by the blood mist, like a blood moon, and the moonlight could not help but be tragic and desolate.

The golden soft sword in the ghost's hand swung downward.

Bang bang bang......

In the midst of the loud noise, a sword mark two meters deep and about one meter wide appeared on the ground, with a length of hundreds of meters!

"Those who cross this realm, kill! no! pardon!" The indifferent voice was like the bloodthirsty order of the Demon King.

Woohoo......

Three figures rose into the sky, confronting the ghosts from afar, and each of them exuded an inexplicably powerful realm aura.

"I have long heard that the two Buddhists and ghosts are together, unparalleled in the world, and now the Buddhists are being hunted down, and you are the only ghost disciple left, where can you intimidate our army of hundreds of thousands so loudly? Ghost disciples, your life, the three of us want it! The whole army obeys the order and charges!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The army of cultivators, who had been intimidated by the ghosts, rushed over again with a roar.

At the same time, the three opponents came straight to the ghost disciples, surrounded the ghost disciples, and launched an attack.

Below, hundreds of thousands of cultivators and warriors exchanged hand-to-hand battles, blood splattered, and the moonlight reflected each other!

……

Martial Arts City.

Smack!

A delicate teacup was smashed to the ground, and in the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Xiao's face was gloomy, revealing murderous intent.

"Overnight, the Spirit Refining Secret Array has spread all over the world! In this array, the three elders have only passed on my Ye family disciples and your twenty and a half Dao powerhouses! Now that the Spirit Refining Secret Array has been leaked, you can give me an explanation! If you can't find a traitor, don't blame me for putting you all in prison!"

What an important strategic position was in the Tianqian Gorge? In this way, it was completely destroyed, causing the battlefield on the western Tibetan Plateau to fall into an absolute disadvantage.

Everyone knows that the western Tibetan plateau is about to miss.

This is a matter of life and death in the ancient martial arts world!

The root of everything is because the Spirit Refining Secret Array was leaked, which was originally a sharp weapon against the enemy, but it was used by the enemy to deal with the ancient martial arts world first.

"Commander-in-chief, we are the backbone of the ancient martial arts world, if we are all locked up, then who will resist the opponent's masters? If you have to lock me up, I am willing to ask for a battle and go to the western Tibetan plateau to find out the innocence!" An old man with some immortal wind bones clasped his fists in his hands.

"Yes, we are willing to go to the western Tibetan plateau to find out the innocence!" the rest of the people got up and said.

With hatred in his eyes, Ye Xiao's gaze swept over the twenty half-step Dao powerhouses, and then took a deep breath: "Then go, if the battlefield on the Western Tibetan Plateau is lost, you don't have to come back." ”

Everyone's hearts burst out in unison, and then they couldn't help but smile bitterly at the corners of their mouths.

Who would have thought that in addition to the Alphabet K Alliance, the only twenty semi-stepping Dao powerhouses in the ancient martial arts world would have the existence of internal traitors?

At present, the western Tibetan plateau will inevitably be unable to hold, and it is obvious that they will not return when they go.

Many people were full of anger, and it was not Ye Xiao who was angry, but the traitor who was hiding among everyone!

"The old man goes first!"

"Commander-in-chief, I'll go first!"

Those who can cultivate to the current strength are all bloody people, and no one will be greedy for life and afraid of death, but they are afraid of not dying heavy enough, not vigorous enough, and worthless.

It seems to be a good choice to be buried with the battlefield of the western Tibetan plateau.

"I waited until I arrived on the western Tibetan plateau, stared at each other, and once the traitor wanted to escape, I joined forces to kill him!"

"When it is!"

"It must be killed!"

With the mentality of seeing death as home, everyone strode away.

However, before they could walk out of the City Lord's Mansion, a young man less than sixteen years old had already stopped them.

"Don't go, my master will be on the plateau of western Tibet. With him, there will be nothing wrong with the western Tibetan plateau. In a slightly immature voice, there is a calmness and wisdom.

"Desert friend, do you mean that Xiao Zun has already rushed to the Western Tibetan Plateau?" someone asked in surprise.

No one dared to underestimate him because of the age of the desert, this young man's mind and city government had already moved Mobei, and although everyone didn't say it, they already knew it in their hearts.

The so-called commander-in-chief, although nominally Ye Xiao, has long since lost his voice in the three major battlefields, and many arrangements are made by this young man who is less than sixteen years old.

"Of course. Desert nodded.

"Xiao Zun alone can't save the situation on the Western Tibetan Plateau, right? More than 100,000 cultivators, even if they stand there and kill him, they won't be able to kill him!" someone said.

Desert grinned, clasped his hands around him, leaned against the door, and said, "You don't have to worry about this, there are more important things to do now." ”

"What's the matter?" the crowd was at a loss.

"Of course, we should get rid of the traitors first, otherwise we will keep them for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"What?, have you found a traitor?"

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