Wen Yiming clenched his teeth, and the dragon spear frantically opened the way, he didn't know whether to continue to break through to the Demon Pass, or take advantage of his abundant physical strength, and there were still three achievements left in the boundary defense.

The arms of the three gods of war in the rear were like breaststrokes, separating the crowded martial saints and approaching step by step.

And five hundred meters ahead, two gods of war appeared, squeezing sideways to approach him.

'Bang——! ’

The three True Yuan big hands violently shook away a group of martial saints, and Wen Yiming, who was flying with horizontal spears and shields, all of them.

As soon as his body flew upside down as the dragon spear trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The defense of the boundary force was completely wiped out, he recalled the dragon spear, and as soon as the teleportation time limit arrived, he ignored the true yuan big hands of the two gods of war in front of him, and disappeared in place with a low cry in his bloody mouth.

'Poof! ’

Wen Yiming felt dizzy when he hit the crystal city gate, and the special effect of the Vermilion Bird cloak instantly lifted his vertigo.

The bombardment of the three True Yuan big hands and the desperate teleportation almost killed dozens of Martial Saints who stormed the city gate, and even a God of War was knocked away by him.

And Wen Yiming felt that his viscera was about to shift, and even the corners of his eyes were bleeding.

He didn't have time to call for help, and forced the chaotic Zhenyuan to kill four guns in a row, and just as he was about to take out Zhou Xiaoshuai's life-saving tips, an old and tired voice came urgently.

"Boy, hold on to three breaths!"

Wen Yiming is really out of line, he doesn't know if he can hold on to the three-breath time, the six third-layer and fourth-layer old men of the god of war are fierce, and the true yuan big hand attacks at the same time with a wave of his hand.

He howled hoarsely, and with all his might, he took a step forward and launched the strong hidden.

'Boom! ’

The six True Yuan big hands lost their locks and collided, the smoke and dust were filled, and even the crystal gate was buzzing and trembling.

"Resist, and thirty more people will deliver the true yuan!"

An old man cultivating with his eyes closed at the city gate stood up violently, his thick silver beard dancing wildly in the roar.

The strong concealment of the double effect allowed Wen Yiming to escape, but his body was immediately revealed in the shock, and he had been smashed into the crack of the stone wall, and the time at this moment had just reached two breaths.

The seven gods of war also flew upside down two hundred meters in the collision of Zhenyuan's big hand, and the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, and they let out a hideous and bloodthirsty laugh, and released their attacks again.

"What a pity!"

"Don't give up!"

"Boy, hold on!"

The three gods of war in the city gate spoke at the same time, and their tones were regretful, resolute and anxious.

"Uhh——!h

Wen Yiming roared hysterically, and he sensed a teleportation force floating around him, and life and death were in this less than breathless time.

He could only get close to fighting with all his might, and at the same time that all the remaining essence blood exploded, he converted all the true yuan spiritual power into essence yuan.

The afterimage of the hand trick was like flying, and the seven true yuan big hands locked in.

The killing intent suppression instantly caused the True Yuan big hands of the seven gods of war to stagnate slightly, and the realm force punishment directly locked on the fourth layer of the god of war.

In the confusion of the old man's eyes on the fourth layer of the God of War, he slightly deviated from the trajectory of the True Yuan Great Hand, collided with the other three True Yuan Great Hands, and shook like thunder, even with the remaining three True Yuan Great Hands in confusion for a moment.

'Boom! ’

Some of the out-of-control True Yuan big hands exploded out of thin air, and Wen Yiming dangerously condensed a Xuanwu Seal light wave in front of him.

The power of teleportation descended suddenly, and he only felt the aftermath of the bombardment of all the True Yuan Hands shattering the Xuanwu Seal Light Wave, followed by the sound of dense fractures.

In the violent pain in his mind, there was not a single drop of true yuan and spiritual power left, and the moment before he lost consciousness, he faintly felt the five nebulae left in his mind spinning rapidly, two of which turned into streamers and disappeared into Bai Ze and Xiong Long's totems respectively.

"Grandma's, can this kid still live?" The purple-faced old man of the God of War looked at Wen Yiming, whose skin was open and fleshy as the white light disappeared on the stone platform, and there was still regret in his eyes.

An old man with his beard tied into three braids turned around and said angrily to the purple-faced old man, "Xue Fang, what are you talking about? Support, the power of teleportation is too expensive, and the city gate is in danger. ”

Then he looked at the silver-bearded old man who transmitted the message to Wen Yiming, and said anxiously: "Boss Yu, don't worry about that kid for now, the speed is restored, and I will hold on for three days at most." ”

Yu Hong sighed, looked at Wen Yiming, who was angry, sat down cross-legged and looked up and said, "Wang Yu, it's really not possible to mobilize the support of the Demon Crystal first..."

"Less nonsense!" Wang Yu strode forward with his beard braided, his palms pressed against the city gate, and shouted: "Use our true yuan to hold on for ten days, don't let the city gate use the crystals of the Demon Warehouse, otherwise this last land will fall, if you don't want to be the walking dead, hold on to it." ”

'Bang bang bang...'

The sound of dense collisions outside the crystal city gate, the bombardment of martial arts and ordinary attacks kept coming, and Wang Yu and Xue Fang kept their palms against the city gate and continuously injected true yuan.

The entire city gate was full of palms, and the fifty martial saints in the late stage turned pale in the shaking of the city gate, and gritted their teeth to support it.

As soon as they thought that the last Pure Land would be eroded by the killing intent and illusion of the Far West, they would lose their nature and become like the martial cultivators outside the door, so they struggled to support it, not hesitating to exhaust the last trace of true yuan.

"Substitution!" Wang Yu glanced at the surrounding martial saints, and while decisively giving an order, he said to Xue Fang: "Old and immortal, is this what you can do?" True Yuan is fully open, let them replace! ”

The two glanced at each other, and at the same time burst out of the true yuan, resisting the impact, the fifty martial saints felt the pressure slightly relaxed, and quickly withdrew, and the fifty martial saints who came to replace burst out with their palms and shouted in unison.

The replaced Martial Saint's eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he retreated to the side and sat cross-legged to recover before he could catch his breath.

In this way, in less than three days, Xue Fang couldn't bear it anymore, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose one after another.

"Xue Lao..."A group of martial saints shouted.

Xue Fang stubbornly stood against the city gate and shouted, "Shut up!" Resist Lao Tzu with all his might. ”

Yu Hong opened his eyes and got up, his brows almost furrowed into a ball of thread that could not be untied, he stepped up and pressed one palm against the city gate, and while pulling Xue Fang away, he stuffed a pill in his hand.

"Lao Xue, the last one, the speed has recovered, I hope to withstand this wave."

Xue Fang looked at the pill in his palm, and couldn't help trembling slightly, the Demon Pass has been held for seven hundred years, and no one knows whether he can hold it this time, but he has a belief, that is, he must die soberly.

Xue Fang walked up to the high platform, felt a faint aura coming from his feet, looked around at the martial saints who were desperately recovering, swallowed the pill in one gulp, and forcibly eliminated distracting thoughts and entered the cultivation.

Wen Yiming's eyelids twitched slightly in the incessant sound of the city gate, he had time to close the six senses and perceptions before he lost consciousness, and there was an urgent and resolute breath in his chaotic mind.

In his hazy consciousness, he felt that he should wake up as soon as possible, that he had to wake up.

He scrambled to open his eyes, the muscles and organs that had been severely injured all over his body absorbed the vitality attributes of the six gods in the pain, and his spiritual power automatically recovered by two percent, but the true yuan was still dry, which was automatically absorbed by the self-healing of the injury.

It made him unable to move, and even the struggle of his eyelids throbbing in his coma was exercisable.

(End of chapter)