In the distance, an alarm sounded in Kunlun Mountain.

The Yuezhi clan, who was in charge of defense, was shocked when they received an alarm from the quicksand tower after a few mountains away.

Looking at the mountain fire in front of him, the backs of the demon clan were all over the place, only caring about luring and escaping, and had no intention of fighting.

He knew the stakes in this, and transferred the tiger away from the mountain, lured the defense away from Kunlun Mountain in advance, and attacked the east and west.

In a blink of an eye, the Marquis of Dongfang, who was in charge of the defense line around Kunlun Mountain, became angry and angry, and led the elite troops to abandon their positions, and walked to the east in a hurry, racing against time.

Quicksand Tower Prison.

Tower Realm.

The Marquis of Kanglong held the compass, the moon branch Tiangang, the Duke of Great Xia and others followed the original time route, through the quicksand full of sharp needles, passed through the rolling wasteland of purgatory, walked through the snowy area formed by the blade, and the boiling West Sea, and saw the exiled West Sea fish-man clan, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, walked into a dark domain, avoiding the bloody mouth with fangs, and the patrolling earth beasts, step by step frightening.

Along the way, I felt the tower realm swaying, and the force that contained it outside the tower prison seemed to be earth-shattering, alarming the undead creatures sleeping in the tower realm.

Only one step away, Yuezhi Tiangang grabbed the Marquis of Kanglong, and was about to reach out to open the main door.

In front of him, outside this door, there was a momentum, the momentum was huge, as if it was a pawn crossing the river, and as soon as he went forward, he bolted his footsteps.

The situation outside the tower inside the tower was dangerous, and the ethereal tower dome above it was dark from time to time, and from time to time there was a cracking creaking, which occasionally overshadowed the undead in the wind.

Marquis Kanglong kept turning the compass of the tower realm, transferring the resentful spirits that came close to him in the dark to transfer the space.

The time of space in the tower realm is completely unstable, especially at the moment, when the sound of hammering outside the door is loud, which makes the resentful spirits in the territory impatient.

Yuezhi Tiangang folded a spell, stuffed it through the crack of the door and turned into a little elf, his big pupils shot at the surrounding circles, transmitting this disturbing phenomenon in his eyes, and everyone looked at it closely, and was dumbfounded for a while.

The few immortal cultivators who were originally reserved outside the tower for defense were gnawed to the ground, and the leading demon clan warriors held their heads, beating their waists and drums to boost their morale.

The ark was planted in the quicksand, and it was slowly being submerged little by little, bustling, and the demon clan that suddenly appeared, as if it was a mountain and a sea, submerging the quicksand of this tower, and people were crowded everywhere, making loud noises.

The tower is shaking.

The eight huge fine iron chains that fixed the tower prison along the average radius were contained in the hands of many burly upright demon beasts, holding strong arms and waists, under the command of the vultures, and exerting force along the swing amplitude of the tower prison, the more handy they were.

The elf transformed by the visiting spell was discovered by the sharp-eyed demon warrior and crushed in his palm, and the pair of burning pupils with angry flames were deeply imprinted in the eyes of Yuezhi Tiangang and everyone, and the defense legion that rushed to the aid was anxious.

In the tower realm, a cold, seeping shade was silent from behind, a ghost centaur beast of two heights, broken body bones, flashing red and deep, I don't know when to stand quietly behind him, waving a chopping knife even if he attacked his waist.

A basalt hood was immediately erected to protect the innermost core, and several followers outside the edge were broken in two, and the bloody resentful spirits were smelled in the dark, and their mouths were boiling and red, and they were hungry and hungry.

The ghost centaur beast drew back its cleaver, swirled and gathered momentum, and slashed down the front of the Xuanwu flow cover of the seven nights, shaking it, and the end of the crossbow.

The Marquis of Kanglong, who was disturbed, relaxed his vigilance for a while, the compass stopped, and in an instant, the demon wind raged in front of him, and there were hundreds of forms.

There are ghost generals who are different from the ghost centaurs in front of them, and even larger bodies, one after another appear coldly and arrogantly, all of them are high resentment, high wisdom roots and netherworld things that have a certain break of the bondage seal.

Guided by the sense of smell, he followed the footprints of his prey to this level, and looked at the movement in front of him with a supreme attitude.

Outside the tower, the demon clan beasted their torsos, slammed against the gate of the tower, and used the most primitive brute force to break through the last barrier, grinding out layers of scrapes.

The mayflies shake the tree, and the tower's building body has applied a seal, and any physical damage is in vain.

The warriors who crossed into the inner perimeter of the tower climbed to the top of the tower with their bare hands.

The radical figure was dragged into the tower prison by the foggy arms stretched out from the narrow lookout on the tower floor, grabbed the throat, choked off the limbs and heads, smashed down, and still moths jumped up in flames.

A scaly complexion, a bewitching appearance, and a pair of tall and beautiful breasts, the snake girl raised her iron fork and watched that the Kunlun Defense Army had already crossed the mountain, strictly speaking, she had been waiting for a long time.

He threw the iron fork into the woods next to the quicksand realm, piercing it on a thick pole, shaking and conveying the signal.

The archers of the Demon Sect who were ambushed in the woods, pushing the ballista cart to show up, pulling the strings and arrows, the arrows were ignited, and the defenders who came to support entered the firing point, and thousands of arrows were fired in an instant.

Piercing in front of every immortal cultivator who was driving a giant eagle, a mushroom cloud rose up in the sky, enveloping everyone in it with firelight, burning the skin and preventing it.

The leader of the snake woman watched as she fell from the billowing mushroom-like smoke.

In the north of Daze, Zhubi Mountain, the giant eagle trained and cultivated by Kunlun City, the bird poured out of the nest, called by the demon clan, and rebelled to join this camp, crying all over the sky, the more powerful it is.

The group of demon sect warriors who were persevering in trying to trip over the tower prison were sweating like rain.

As if victory was just around the corner, this imprisoned fortress, known as the strongest fortress in the mountains, seas, and worlds, was about to collapse and become history.

At present, the situation is clear, even if Kunlun Mountain rushes to the aid again, this tower prison will inevitably sink into the quicksand.

The warriors of the eight sides who restrained the giant iron chain took turns to fight, shouting and scolding, and hating the same enemy.

The main gate of the tower dungeon suddenly opened, and the beastly demon clan that had collided with it staggered in and disappeared.

In this eight directions, the gate is fully open, the head is pushing, and the figure that was originally leaning on it crashes in, unexpectedly.

I saw the flow of people like a tide, and thousands of heads rushed to the tower realm, all rushing to the fruits of victory.

When the Bafang Demon Warriors who pulled the fine iron chains saw the tower gate wide open, they abandoned the iron cables, and the crowd was excited, and they all ran towards the center of the quicksand.