"Guys, let's compare and see who can reach the Evil Clan battlefield first!"

Haha laughed three times, Ren Pingsheng turned into a streamer and flew into the sky.

"Interesting, Ren Pingsheng, I'll let you see today, the old man's spell technique is not only the first in the world, but even better!"

The pavilion master stepped on the flowing clouds, and his body turned into a sharp sword, chasing after Ren Pingsheng.

"That's it, that's it!" the national teacher smiled helplessly, not to be outdone, to catch up with the pace of the two.

The nine-tailed fox shuttling between the flat ground looked at the sky with disdain, directly turned into its body, jumped a thousand feet, and disappeared without a trace.

The disciples of Zhongzhou Academy are not to be outdone!

"Heh! My Zhongzhou College has never been left behind!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

Thousands of figures, turned into colorful glow, shuttled in the sky.

Ren Pingsheng, the Great Pavilion Master, the National Teacher, and the Nine-Tailed Fox arrived at the battlefield almost at the same time.

Three days ago, the evil clan sent out a battle post, and the location chosen was outside Zhongzhou City.

Ren Pingsheng landed on the city wall, looking at the evil army not far in front of him, his face was extremely ugly.

Not long after, the disciples of Zhongzhou Academy, as well as the disciples of the Charm Pavilion, the Zhongzhou soldiers, and the demon clan, finally came to the top of the city wall.

They all stopped in the air, looking at the evil clan in front of them, and they all gasped.

In this battle, almost the core forces of the entire Zhongzhou were dispatched.

The disciples of Zhongzhou Academy, the Demon Clan, the Charm Pavilion, and the army, combined, Mo had about 200,000 people.

But compared to the demon army, it was like a world of difference.

The open space in front of him was densely packed with evil clans, and the black oppressive army was mighty, like locusts crossing the border, without even a single gap.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and a hint of retreat suddenly sprouted in their hearts.

The previous heroic spirit and angry fighting spirit have long disappeared without a trace.

Ren Pingsheng shouted:

"If you all retreat, then the people of Zhongzhou, who will protect them, under the nest, there will be no eggs!"

Everyone was awakened by Ren Pingsheng's words!

If they retreat, the evil clan will definitely take Zhongzhou directly, and at that time, their clansmen, the homeland they have been guarding, will be trampled by the evil army.

Everyone drew their long swords, and their fighting spirit soared into the sky, they were flesh-and-blood monks, even if they couldn't fight, they would die on the battlefield, and use their bodies to block the invasion of the evil clan.

Ren Pingsheng clenched the long sword in his hand, and in the center of the evil army, there were five skeletons wearing blood-red armor.

Each red skeleton led an army of 200,000, five of which was one million.

The number of these skeletons is more than five times that of Zhongzhou.

And what worries him the most is that this army of millions is made up of black skeletons.

These skeletons, he is extremely familiar with, are the army of skeletons in the ancient battlefield, dead but not stiff.

The cultivation of every skeleton is in the realm of heaven and man.

The Great Pavilion Master took a deep breath and said slowly:

"I'm in the Charm Pavilion, and I'm going to defend against the first wave of skeleton troops!"

"Charm Pavilion disciple, come out!"

More than 10,000 Charm Pavilion disciples walked out from the rear and blocked in front of everyone.

Everyone held swords in their right hands, and took out charms in their left hands, ready to attack.

It's a pity that the evil clan doesn't think so.

Five red armored skeletons, almost instantly, gave an order.

The army of millions of skeletons, like flying locusts, rushed towards everyone with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the world.

Ren Pingsheng shouted in a deep voice:

"The city wall is our last line of defense, Zhongzhou warriors, follow me to fight!"

Ren Pingsheng four people, the first to fly into the battlefield, the four of them joined forces, the Tao law was noisy, where the long sword fell, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and tens of thousands of skeleton armies were turned into powder under the power of the Taoist law of the four.

The battle was about to break out, and outside the entire Zhongzhou City, the sky was shattered, the flames of war were flying, and the blood stained the sky red.

At this time, tens of thousands of monks gathered in the sky above Zhongzhou City.

These people are all forces from all sides in Zhongzhou, and there are many scattered cultivators.

They quickly flew over the walls, swept down the walls, and joined the battle between the demons.

The few old and weak women and children left in Zhongzhou City came to the center of the square, and they clasped their hands together and silently prayed for the victory of this war.

Zhongzhou College has become an empty courtyard, and there are only a few people left.

Among these few people, Chen Xin is one of them.

In the eighth layer of the Shura battlefield, Chen Xin held a sword in his right hand and a pen in his left hand.

His eyes were red, his face was pale, and his body was in great deficit.

"Give me death!"

Chen Xin snorted, squeezing the body with only a trace of Yuan Force left!

"White Greedy Wolf Curse, Sun Giant Gate Curse, suppress me!"

Chen Xin was on the eighth floor of the Shura battlefield and fought fiercely with the golden Shura for three days and three nights.

With his own strong recovery power, he exchanged injuries for injuries, and consumed golden Shura little by little.

Finally, the aura of the golden Shura appeared a little sluggish.

Chen Xin's eyes flashed, the golden light in his hand shone brightly, and the flame of the golden crow turned into a black shadow that covered the sky and the sun, with a scorching flame, and rushed straight through the heart of the golden Shura.

"Bang!", the golden Shura exploded in an instant, turning into a pool of blood mist.

Chen Xin fell to the ground weakly.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the mental method of the Weeping Blood Demon Sutra in his mouth.

On his skin, a series of mysterious arrays appeared, and the arrays spun strangely, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of red tentacles grew, deep into the soil.

The blood that flowed into the ground was sucked into his body by him along the tentacles.

Chen Xin's pale face finally showed a hint of ruddy!

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and the strange blood red flashed and disappeared.

Chen Xin stood up and moved his muscles, he licked his lips, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an evil smile.

The strength of the eighth layer of golden Shura is the third great perfection of the Three Tribulations Realm.

When he sucked all the blood of the Golden Shura into himself, it was equivalent to having half of the power of the Golden Shura.

His current cultivation has broken through to the third level of the Great Perfection of the Three Tribulations Realm.

"Magic skill, it's really powerful!"

Chen Xin's heart sighed with admiration, this magic skill, no wonder many people flock to it, and the improvement is too fast......

And these powers, after being forged by the Golden Crow Flame in his body, became pure without a trace of impurities, and could be used by him completely.

A light gate appeared in front of him, Chen Xin slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and walked into the light gate without looking back.

"Shura Battlefield, Ninth Layer ......"