The city gate was breached, and many creatures who had been prepared for it chose to leave through the teleportation array as soon as possible.

The war spreads, and if you stay, you will only add corpses.

There was no rebuke for their actions, and in the face of merciless killing, no one remained calm as usual.

Really inside the city walls for a generation.

There are astral armies and celestial desolation armies fighting each other.

In fact, there is no shortage of bloody and resolute people, not to mention, the astral plane is their home field, occupying a favorable location and fighting on a par.

The rebellious five clans are the key objects of care on the battlefield, and they are already unforgivable sinners, if it weren't for the defection of these soft bones, it is difficult to predict the victory or defeat, and even if they attack the astral plane, they will pay an immeasurable price.

Now, in the past, all the clans in the same city were slaughtered, rivers of blood flowed, and mountains of corpses and bones were formed, which was simply a miserable picture and unbearable.

The astral side fought bloodily, some masters, and great monks were bloodied all over their bodies, and the sorrowful screams continued to sound, all of them were red-eyed, and they couldn't stop at all.

An emperor of the Heavenly Desolate Realm is like a poisonous snake staring at Fu Yang, he is very young and should be all middle-aged, and the promotion time is not long, but for the emperor, it is a lot stronger.

A sharp divine light slashed in, collapsing the space along the way, unstoppable.

Fu Yang exerted his extreme, the chaotic body was flooding, the endless acupuncture was spewing chaotic light, and a punch gathered almost all the power to attack out.

Bang!

A piece of space is hollowed, like a black hole that is endlessly black, devouring the surrounding matter.

Blood spilled from the corners of Fu Yang's mouth, his fists were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and traces of blood with chaotic light dripped down.

"It is worthy of being one of the twenty contenders in the Star Boundary, and it can withstand a blow of fifty percent of my strength." The middle-aged emperor praised.

However, in the next second, his eyes became cold, with terrifying killing intent. The two belong to the opposing camp and cannot be let go by appreciation.

A divine sword bloomed and killed again.

Immediately, Fu Yang couldn't hide anymore, and roared: "The power of the dragon!" ”

The dragon's groan rushed into the sky, and Fu Yang's whole body puffed up. Looks burly and fierce.

At the same time, a blow to the hand knife fell.

At this moment, the middle-aged emperor couldn't even move his body, as if his soul was imprisoned and lost control of his body, and even his soul was frozen and dulled.

Burst......

The middle-aged emperor flew out, and a blood stain appeared on his forehead and eyebrows.

Apparently. This is an injury to the divine soul, and it is difficult to recover for a while.

"I want you to be crushed." The middle-aged monk roared angrily, and there was still blood rushing in the blood stains.

Without stopping the other party's shots, Fu Yang seized the opportunity, the sword of the divine soul was in his hand, and with the power of the dragon, he rushed out with a sword.

The streamer crosses, shining brightly.

The next moment. Fu Yang's figure appeared behind the middle-aged emperor.

A trail of blood appeared on his neck, and the entire skull was detached from his body. When the divine soul wanted to escape, Fu Yang immediately made up for it.

An emperor actually fell on the spot.

At the same time, in another section of the battlefield, a sword cultivator caught the eye, holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword, shuttling between the enemies. Even when he encountered an emperor, he fought on a par.

That person was Xuan Qingchen, a real sword cultivator.

The monks of the Heavenly Desolation Realm were very shocked in their hearts, there were actually two peerless talents in the Star Boundary. If there is enough time, maybe two Venerables will be achieved, and at that time, the positions will be reversed, and the Heavenly Desolate Realm will be the target of invasion.

Suddenly, the sky rained with blood.

Every drop fell on the ground and turned into stars, and in an instant, a large number of monks fell under the rain of blood, and smashed to death.

This is the blood of His Holiness, and every drop carries immeasurable power, comparable to the supreme medicine.

However, if you want to refine the blood of the Venerable, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do it.

In its blood, there is a terrifying murderous aura, once it is incorporated into the body, it can strangle the vitality of the whole body, but it is equivalent to poison, only the supreme powerhouse who is also a Venerable, can be used as a magic medicine after refining the murderous aura.

Of course, no one dared to take the blood of His Holiness because he did not have the ability to take it.

Moreover, they were more concerned about which one of His Holiness was injured.

The astral monk's heart hung in his throat, pounding.

An arm fell into the depths of the firmament, the blood burning along the wound, exuding endless pressure.

Immediately, the monks on both sides below were frightened to escape, and they didn't need to think about it to know that once they were hit, there was only one result, turning into a puddle of meat sauce, and the spirits were also crushed under the pressure.

When the broken arm was approaching, I could see how big it was, it was an arm, it was a big river, and I didn't even dare to imagine how huge the owner of the arm was.

"Arm." There is a Heavenly Desolation Realm monk who can see it.

According to legend, the body of the Arama is an ancient creature, with an incomparably huge body, holding the stars and stepping on the world.

In normal times, this race has shrunk to the size of a normal person, and once it unscrupulously reveals its true body, the slightly smaller plane cannot accommodate it at all.

Before they could be surprised, a great sun shone high in the sky.

Ten supreme emperor artifacts turned into ten scorching suns and smashed into a star-like body.

"No!"

"I am a clan of ancient titans, with a noble bloodline, and it is impossible for me to lose to any living being."

It was Aramazun roaring, he seemed to be defeated, his body suffering unimaginable injuries, sinking high in the air, and his surface was in tatters.

Arabity's whole body was shining, like a star shining, as if he was about to force something out of his body.

Rumble...

Aramazun's chest exploded, and the Ten Great Sun rushed out.

In the center of his eyebrows, a small hole was broken, and a strange fish ten zhang long sprang out, with a hideous and terrifying appearance, rows of fangs turned outside, but compared to the absurd, it was as small as an ant.

And Arama turned into a lifeless corpse.

At this time, a fairy sword slashed and slashed directly at the waist of the strange fish.

With a pop, it split into two, piercing through the sword qi of time and space, strangling and tearing the lower half of the body to pieces.

The fairy sword turned into a heavenly venerable, and the strange fish turned into a star venerable, and the two fought again and went to the depths of the firmament.

The star-like corpse of the desolate deity fell downward, causing the two armies to stop fighting and flee in all directions.

"Qiankun fish?!" Fu Yang said in disbelief.

It was impossible for him to guess that Xingzun's body was the infamous Qiankun fish.

This race can be described as extremely ferocious, likes to devour other races to cultivate, and generally likes to hide and disguise, and is by no means forced to do so, and does not dare to reveal its true body, for fear of being chased and killed.

Fu Yang had read about the temperament of Qiankun fish from some essays, and he already understood in his heart that he was cultivated as food by Xingzun, and when the time was ripe, he turned into food in his belly to increase his cultivation.

If it weren't for the heavy damage suffered by Xingzun Xiao in this battle, perhaps devouring the origin essence of the Desolate Venerable, maybe he would be able to go to the next level and surpass ordinary Venerables. (To be continued.) )