"Phew!

Before the word "hooligan" could be spoken, Chu Yunfeng's eyes darkened. I heard a bang, kicked one foot in front of him, and then the whole person flew out.

Boom!

"Oops!"

Chu Yunfeng landed heavily outside the hall, and his buttocks were broken in half.

"Senior brother!"

I don't know when, Su Wan'er appeared outside the hall and hurriedly pulled up Chu Yunfeng.

"Senior sister, you come to judge the theory! The old man robbed my baby! Snatch it alive!" Chu Yunfeng looked angry, and he had no love, "Senior brother, I went up to the knife mountain, got off the oil pot, and only got back such a little belongings from birth to death, but they were all snatched away by the old man!

"Poof!"

Su Wan'er couldn't help laughing. With the character of an old man, it is really normal to do such a thing.

"Senior brother, there is a saying: it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. One day, when your cultivation surpasses that of the old man, you will also rob his treasure!"

"Makes sense!" Chu Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, and then said viciously, "When I cultivate to surpass the old man, I will definitely snatch all his treasures to avenge today! No! Not only will I rob his treasure, but I will also beat him in the ass! Tell him to kick my head again! Hmph!"

............

After Chu Yunfeng returned to the sect, he was quiet for less than three months, and the Netherworld underwent a change again—the Blood Skull Legion was born!

As soon as they appeared, the Blood Skull Legion set foot on the cities and sects within a radius of thousands of miles, and the smoke of gunpowder rose everywhere they passed, staining the earth with blood. Both monks and mortals died tragically under the iron cavalry of the Blood Skull Legion.

In the face of such a ferocious Blood Skull Legion, the temporary alliance established by the two sects and one pavilion has not acted rashly, but has continued to wait and see. The entire cultivation realm was full of panic and chaos.

The chaos in the world that Fan Chong said has not yet begun, but it has already begun to appear.

Some small sects that did not huddle together for warmth began to cling to the sect in order to survive in the troubled times. There are still many sects that don't realize the danger at all, and they have a fluke mentality, and the sky has fallen and there is a high top.

Tiancheng Mountain, inside the tent of the temporary alliance, the three sect commanders were discussing the changes that would take place.

Sitting on the main seat was Yuwen Wangtian, the peak powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Realm of the Sword Sect. Yuwen Wangtian belongs to the Taishu Bai lineage, is very influential in the Wenjian Sect, and is the master of the Taishu Jianchen.

On the left and right sides are Wan Zhengxiong of the Taihang Sect and Liu Feng of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, both of which were cultivated in the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm. The two of them have a strong atmosphere, even if they are in the middle of the ordinary Purple Mansion Realm, they will not let it go.

"Brother Yuwen, although this Blood Skeleton Legion has easily won thousands of miles of territory, it is all small sects and mortal gathering areas, is it necessary for us to pay so much attention to it?

Wan Zhengxiong's words are round, his confidence is deep, and his speech is quite powerful.

Compared with him, Liu Feng was much calmer. Wind and rain Pavilion claims to be full of news, and it knows all kinds of secrets best. Even though the Netherworld began nearly 10,000 years ago, a few little secrets would not be difficult for them.

Yuwen Wangtian glanced at Liu Feng and saw that he didn't mean to speak, so he explained: "Brother Wan doesn't know anything. The Blood Skull Legion is just an iron army buried in the Ten Thousand Graves Forest, the number is only 100,000, and the average cultivation is only in the Mortal Realm, so it naturally poses no threat to our sects. In the depths of the Netherlands, there is also an army of slashers, and if they are all born, that will be the real threat. And, don't forget the one in the General's Grave!"

"What do you mean by Brother Yuwen?"

Wan Zhengxiong gasped, looking incredulous.

According to what Yuwen Wangtian said, the average cultivation of the Iron Word Army is the Mortal Realm, and the average cultivation of the Cutting Word Army must be at least the Purple Mansion Realm. With such an army, it can't be less than 10,000 horses, right?

What kind of concept is this? This means that once the Slashing Army is born and wields a sword in the world, there will be no one sect in the cultivation realm today.

Among the 10,000 people, there will inevitably be a small number of spirit infant realms. They had experienced countless battles in their lifetimes, and their combat power was so strong that they were not opponents at all for monks of the same rank.

The most terrifying thing is the existence buried in the general's grave.

As expected, if the Slashing Army is born, the time for that existence to see the light of day is not far away. He is the existence that the two sects and one pavilion are really afraid of.

"When a person dies, can he really live again?"

Wan Zhengxiong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked carefully.

At this time, Liu Feng, who had been silent, spoke: "How can anyone in the world come back from the dead!" The so-called second life is nothing more than leaving a breath or a drop of blood, lingering for breath, and reappearing when the time is ripe. Not to mention these, in the past 10,000 years, Brother Wan has ever heard of the birth of a strong man above the Spirit Monarch?"

Wan Zhengxiong looked far away and said no.

In today's cultivation realm, the three well-known powerhouses asked the Sword Sect Taishu Bai, the Taihang Sect Mo Wuchen, and the Wind and Rain Pavilion Cangyu Xing, all of whom were only in the late stage of the Spirit Infant Realm.

Regardless of whether the three of them broke through to the peak of the Spirit Infant Realm, it was certain that no one had broken the barrier of the Spirit Infant Realm yet.

"According to rumors, there is a new realm above the Spirit Infant Realm, which is called the Immortal Realm. ”

Yuwen said yearningly.

"What?Immortal Realm?There really is a realm above the Spirit Infant Realm!"

Wan Zhengxiong was shocked.

I have been cultivating for more than 200 years before I have my current realm. Every time he faced a sect master-level Spirit Infant Realm powerhouse, that kind of combat power and momentum were far from being comparable to the small Purple Mansion Realm.

"What Brother Yuwen said is true!" Liu Feng said slowly, "The cultivator of the Immortal Realm, in addition to being powerful, also has a soul incarnation. No matter how badly injured, as long as it is not the soul incarnation immortal, there is a chance to make a comeback. This is what the world often calls the second life. ”

In fact, there is one more thing that most people don't know.

The cultivation realm that people often refer to is just an abandoned place. The scarcity of aura and lack of resources were the fundamental reasons for the scarcity of the number of powerhouses above the Purple Mansion Realm.

Ordinary monks can't come into contact with these, and only the powerhouses at the peak of the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm have the qualifications to know. This also explains why there are so few sect wars between the various forces in the Forsaken Lands.

Once you reach the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, if you want to break through the Spirit Infant Realm, it is a huge threshold. At this time, it became a natural need to leave the abandoned land and find an opportunity to break through.

Many monks have no chance, there is no hope of breaking through, and over time, they will become crazy, lose their minds, and even bring disaster to the world, even the two sects and one pavilion are very jealous.

In normal times, it is rare to have the opportunity to meet the top powerhouses of various forces, because they are all looking for a breakthrough, break the shackles, and get out of the land of oblivion.

"It's lonely and unheard!"

Wan Zhengxiong said stupidly.

While the three of them were talking, a disciple of the Sword Sect came from afar. After slowly landing, he went straight to the alliance tent.

"Report!"

After entering the big tent, the disciple arched his hands.

"Uncle Yuwen, two seniors, the Blood Skull Army has broken through the Immortal Seeking Sect. In less than ten days, you will be able to reach Tiancheng Mountain!"

When the three masters heard this, their expressions became serious.

"It's coming so fast! Immortal Seeking Sect is not a small force!"

Liu Feng Zhengse said.

"Immediately inform all forces, and quickly send people to kill the army of blood skeletons with the alliance. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!" Yuwen Wangtian quickly made a response strategy, "The two of you, the first confrontation, you can't weaken the momentum of the alliance!"

Within a few days, almost all the forces received the news from the alliance, and people came to Tiancheng Mountain one after another.

Those who can send people are basically above the middle level, accounting for less than 30% of all forces. As for the many remaining small forces, they all refused to send people on the grounds that the sect did not have enough manpower.

After receiving the news, the Cloud Immortal Sect immediately held a high-level meeting.

Half a day later, he came up with a preliminary plan: a Purple Mansion Realm elder led a hundred disciples to Tiancheng Mountain.

Among these disciples, there are twenty Mortal Realms, and most of the rest are Gang Qi Realms and a small number of Yuan Qi Realms.

At the suggestion of Ghost Lingzi, Chu Yunfeng also signed up to join the team, and for Yuanbao, Ghost Lingzi had other arrangements and was not with Chu Yunfeng.

Su Wan'er originally wanted to go, but was stopped by Ghost Lingzi. The chaos in the world has appeared, and she is still required to take care of the Dong family and Zhuge Yumo's two daughters.

After sending Chu Yunfeng away, the four black-clothed men appeared in the Hall of Inheritance, and then respectfully made a master-apprentice salute to the ghost spirit.

Feeling the aura of the four people carefully, you will find that they are all cultivators at the peak of the Mortal Realm.

"Master!"

Whew!Whew!

With a flick of his right hand, four Nether Flowers appeared in front of the four of them, floating there silently, emitting a dazzling light.

They all stayed at the peak of the Mortal Transformation Realm for a long time, and without waiting for the ghost spirit son to speak, they each swallowed the Nether Flower in front of them into their stomachs.

He knew the style of the four of them very well, and after giving them a roll of the eyes, Ghost Lingzi said, "This is the opportunity that your little junior brother obtained in the Netherworld. Troubled times are coming, walking outside, breaking through the Purple Mansion Realm can be safer. ”

"Wow! Little junior brother is so powerful! You can get it all!"

Among the four, a petite woman absorbed the medicinal power of the Nether Flower over and over again, and said enviously.

"What a fart!" Ghost Lingzi said angrily, "The Gang Qi Realm hasn't even arrived! When something happened in the Netherlands, he was on the scene!

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"Hmph! It's just some rats!" Wan Zhengxiong slapped the table fiercely, and he didn't get angry, "There are only a dozen forces sent people, and they are all disciples with inferior cultivation, and if you count the alliance people, there are less than five thousand, how can this battle be fought?"

"Brother Wan, don't be annoyed!" Yuwen Wangtian said, "There is a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and us, so adopt a conservative and mobile combat plan and find out their intentions first!"

Since its birth, the Blood Skull army has swept thousands of miles, and although it has caused great panic, it has never revealed its intentions.

Such a powerful legion, if it is just sucking blood and devouring life, is inevitably a little too shallow, and they must have a deeper purpose.