The heavenly dome tore open a shocking rift, and groups of powerhouses from the Holy Realm descended densely towards the Lingxiao Continent from the spatial cracks, all with the intent of earth-shattering killing, killing in all directions.

"The fragments of the legendary artifact will appear in the barren indigenous world, and it is really strange that the ancient gods would choose such a barren world as a battlefield. ”

A strange voice of yin and yang spread throughout the heavens, resounding in the ears of the world, it is hard to imagine, what level of powerhouse this is, at least they have reached the realm of saints, right?

"Hahaha - Yin and Yang, you don't know about this, this side of the indigenous world, in ancient times, but what about the legendary cultivation holy land, but after the battle of the gods, it began to decline, and the probability of artifact fragments falling in this ghost place is very high!"

This is a female voice, its voice is very soft, but under this tenderness, people can faintly feel a cold killing intent, in their eyes, the people on the Lingxiao Continent are all natives who have never seen the world, like ants, and they are not worth caring about.

If it weren't for the legendary artifact fragments, they wouldn't have bothered to appear in this hellish place.

"Young people, it's time for you to hunt, the primitive people on the Lingxiao Continent are your prey, enjoy this moment to the fullest!"

A powerhouse of the Saint Realm brought many young disciples under his sect to the Lingxiao Continent to hunt and hone his strength.

In the Holy Realm, its cultivation resources are more abundant than those of the Lingxiao Continent, and the juniors it cultivates are superior to the Lingxiao Continent to a large extent, and this region is just a poor region, and the people of the Saint Realm are not taken into account at all.

As a result, the powerhouses of all sides in the Holy Realm were wantonly killing on the Lingxiao Continent.

On the Lingxiao Continent, gunsmoke erupted from all sides, some people struggled to resist, but some people fled desperately.

The strong and domineering power of the Saint Realm powerhouse was enough to scare some of the martial artists of the Lingxiao Continent.

And the young powerhouses of the Holy Realm seem to have started a hunting competition, constantly harvesting the lives of people in the same realm, and even killing across the border is commonplace, as if the more you kill, the more you have the capital to show off.

"You ...... Who are you...... Ah......h

"No...... Don't kill me, I'm willing to make you a cow for the rest ......of my life."

"We have no grievances and no hatred, why should we ......"

The moment the powerhouse of the Holy Realm made a move, it was already destined to be a disaster for the martial artists on the Lingxiao Continent, among which not only humans, but also the half-orcs of the Southern Barbarians or some alien races were not spared.

However, in all sides of the Lingxiao Continent, there are also strong people who have begun to resist!

Anyway, if you can't make a shot, you'll die, so why not fight to the death?

In the Eastern Continent, the Central Continent, the Western Regions, the Southern Barbarians, and the Northern Regions, there were constantly strong people from the Holy Realm descending strongly, and they started a desperate struggle with the strong people on the Lingxiao Continent, and the entire Lingxiao Continent was in a state of chaos for a while, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and in every corner of the Lingxiao Continent, there were spiritual cultivators who died at any time.

Even the super forces, the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, didn't look at it at all, and they were also attacked to varying degrees.

However, the super forces still have the ability to resist, but some small and medium-sized forces are not so lucky, and they are basically one-sided massacres, serious, and even devastating.

In Wind Spirit City, there is also a group of powerful half-step martial saints, or the younger generation of the Martial Sect Realm, who descend and quickly kill the martial artists in Wind Spirit City.

These strong men, all with excited smiles on their faces, seem to take pleasure in killing.

"When there is no one in Wind Spirit City?"

An icy and piercing voice came out, and in the depths of the Infinite Gate, a woman in white with fluttering clothes stepped into the void, like the cold eyes of a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain scanning the powerhouses in front of her.

"I have long heard that there is a saint realm in this indigenous world, and when I see it today, it really lives up to its name, big brother, this beauty will be handed over to you. ”

A rather obscene uncle said with a hippie smile, and then, I saw a strong man behind him, whose figure swept in front of Huang Xuanchen like lightning, his eyes were full of playfulness, and he smiled: "I didn't expect that there are such amazing women in the mortal world, how about being my woman, you can enjoy the joy of fish and water every day, ahaha......"

The laughter of the strong man in the saint realm was extremely arrogant, even though Huang Xuanchen was also a strong man in the saint realm, but in his words, it was undisguised blasphemy, like a hooligan who robbed the people's girls in broad daylight.

"Array!"

Huang Xuanchen's face was like frost, and he didn't talk nonsense with that strong man, and directly ordered the formation, this is the territory of the Infinite Gate, almost all the disciples of the Infinite Gate are already in the sect, and the strong people in the sect gather, and the killing array under it is personally controlled by the sect master Huang Xuanchen, and the power is definitely good, even if it is a strong person in the saint realm, it is inevitable that it will be thankless.

"Xuan Chen, I'm here to help you!"

When the powerhouses of the Infinite Gate began to set up the formation, Wu Yifan, the pavilion master of the Sanssouci Pavilion, also led the powerhouses under the sect to kill all the way, and soon surrounded the strong men of the Saint Realm.

The powerhouses of the Holy Realm, when they came to this wild world for the first time, must not be familiar with the Lingxiao Continent, they didn't expect that in a small city, there would be two powerhouses of the Saint Realm!

"Flames of Destruction!"

Wu Yifan let out a cold cry, and a terrifying aura as vast as a wave suddenly erupted from his body, and a pale black flame instantly burned his whole body, wrapping his body in it, faintly revealing a terrifying aura of destruction.

The pale black flame burned on Wu Yifan's body, rising and swaying, as if it came from the hellfire in the eighteenth layer of purgatory, giving people a mysterious and strange feeling, that kind of destruction, as if it could burn the sky and boil the sea, destroy the sky and destroy the earth!

"Poof!poof!"

Wu Yifan raised his hand and blasted out pale black flames of destruction, incinerating several half-step martial saint powerhouses into nothingness in an instant.

"In such a barren place, there is such a powerful saint realm, I really looked away before, don't panic, join forces to kill these two saints!"

The strong man's eyes also flashed a little different, but soon returned to normal, his eyes showed a bit of interest, they were in the camp, but he was not the only saint, and the siege at this moment was where their fun was, they all showed a hideous smile.

The Saint Realm and the Half-Step Martial Saint went up together, and above the heavenly dome, their people also descended here one after another, staring at the prey in the indigenous world with a playful gaze.

(End of chapter)