85_85898 Hundreds, thousands, thousands, inexhaustible, black pressed monks, frantically rushed forward, whether it was a sword, a knife, or a hammer, at this moment, they all exerted all their strength, to the monks of the anti-Taoist sect, beckoning.

No one wants to be the queen, no one wants to be the last person, whether it is the strong or the weak, they all fight each other. Man's greed is endless, and so is the monk, who is also a human being, but in some quality, different from mortals.

When greed replaces a person's reason, that person is the devil, a devil made up of greed.

In the crowd of people who rushed towards the cultivators of the Anti-Dao Sect, many of them had been replaced by greed, and they didn't care how many people died or how many people were injured.

Immortal Yuan, a rare thing, for a monk to spend thousands, tens of thousands of years to reach the peak of the Dao, the opportunity to dare to ask for extravagance, at this time for those monks who have only not reached the peak of the Dao, how much temptation it has, can be imagined.

Cultivators are like carp crossing the river, and besides, there are hundreds of millions of mortal realms, with this huge mortal base number, the number of mortals who can step into the cultivation realm is also very terrifying.

Many mortals, perhaps because of their good qualifications, were favored by a certain cultivator, and since then they have stepped into the cultivation realm, and some mortals have stepped into the cultivation realm by chance, but all the monks who can step into the cultivation realm are innumerable and strange.

For example, Wang Yu was kidnapped by someone before embarking on the path of cultivation!

The crowd rushed up clamoringly, Shan Yusheng's face was gloomy like a black cloud, and his gray eyebrows had been twisted into a line.

Even in the face of so many people, Shan Yusheng was just sad, and he didn't see much fear and fear.

Like him, these Long Lingxiu, Great Elder Crane and others, who had experienced the bloody wind and rain, only glanced at Wang Yu with some concern, and they couldn't raise the slightest fear of the crowd that was rolling black and oppressive.

The bloodstained robes on the body, and the tip of the sword were still dripping with beads of blood, and everyone's body was injured to some extent, but no one took a step back because of fear.

This kind of fierce and fearless death, and the momentum of putting life and death out of the way, made those monks who rushed to pause slightly.

"Don't kill yourself, my old man is just here to find immortal fate, and he doesn't want to destroy your sect!" An old man in a white robe stopped a few zhang away from Shan Yusheng, Shan Yusheng's Yuanying cultivation, he didn't want to be the first to be the first to be the first bird, so as to bear the anger of this old man.

You must know that the most fierce battle is still to come, who is willing to waste their cultivation for no reason, of course, the best way is to let Shan Yusheng and others retreat in the face of difficulties, which is the best policy.

Shan Yusheng smiled coldly, his eyes swept over the people in front of him, and said, "With one of my anti-Dao sects here, you don't want to go over." ”

The white-robed old man's face sank, and he said hatefully: "You don't want to toast and eat and drink!" ”

"Hmph, kill them first!" A middle-aged man with a giant hammer, with his chest on his back, staring gloomily at Shan Yusheng.

Shan Yusheng was just about to reply, when at this moment, a thousand-zhang centipede swept over their heads, casting a shadow from the sky, and an eerie and indifferent voice came from above: "You are all going to die here today, no matter who it is, you are going to die here!" ”

The white-robed old man's expression changed greatly, and he shouted, "Mad devil, you dare! ”

This sentence is very unneutral, like a three-year-old child scaring an adult.

The killing nature of the mad devil is known to everyone in the world!

When the mad devil said such a thing this time, it naturally made them feel frightened, and they all focused their attention on the mad devil for a while.

The cold voice of the mad devil came from mid-air: "Don't dare? Then ask me if my knife dare! ”

The expressions of the people below changed greatly, staring in horror at the place where the sound came from in mid-air, but under the shadows, how could they see a human figure, just a centipede wandering back and forth.

The white-robed old man's face was extremely pale, and he turned to the few people beside him and said, "Siyin Old Ghost, Seagod Heavenly King, Remnant Cloud Yangzun, it seems that we have to join forces today." ”

Hearing his voice and looking at his people, Yu Sheng alone knew that these people were the ancestors of the major sects of the New Water Country, that is, the ancestors of the founding sect, and their cultivation was in the late Yuan Infant period, and it was also a step away from stepping into the realm of slaying spirits.

Si Yin's old ghost, wearing a black robe, was so thin that he was like a fleshless shell, and spit out a few words hoarsely: "The old man has no objections." ”

Whether it was the mad devil who killed a Yuanying elder of his sect, or for today's immortal fate, the old ghost Siyin had no intention of backing down.

The ancestor of the Seagod Sect, the Seagod Heavenly King, was the middle-aged man with a bare chest, the hammer in his hand was dark and black, and he didn't know how much it weighed, he put it on the ground, trembled, and then said angrily: "The mad devil is a great harm to my new water cultivation realm, if it is in addition to the mad devil, it can be regarded as a great good deed for our cultivation realm." ”

This statement is reasonable, and it is deeply reasonable, no matter what the purpose is, once the mad devil dies, it will be good to give an explanation to the Ouyang family at that time!

The ancestors of the two major sects had no objections, and the ancestor of the Remnant Cloud Sect remained, Remnant Cloud Yangzun, who was a white-haired old man, his eyes were cloudy and full of death, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint trace of essence.

He rubbed his hands lightly, making a rattling sound, as if these hands were not ordinary hands, but hands as hard as iron. With the sound of his hand, his voice also sounded a little stiffly: "The old man is a dying person, and if he can remove a great harm for the cultivation realm, it will not be in vain." ”

His words seemed stiff, but they made people feel neutral, and they were not at all the tone that a dying person could spit out.

The eyes of the white-robed old man and the Seagod Heavenly King, Si Yin's old ghost, flickered slightly, and fell on the hands of the remnant cloud Yangzun, thoughtful.

The distance between them was only a few zhang away, and their conversation, Shan Yusheng heard it clearly, and there was not much surprise in his heart, but he felt an inexplicable sense of horror at the hands of Remnant Cloud Yangzun.

Seeing that there was no objection, the white-robed old man also withdrew his gaze from the hands of the Remnant Cloud Yang Venerable, and said in a deep voice: "Then the four of us will join forces to kill the mad demon together, and as for the people of the Reverse Dao Sect, it will be handed over to the elders and disciples of each sect to complete." ”

As soon as the white-robed old man finished speaking, he flew out first, and a painting fan was sacrificed by him, and the painting fan was flipped in his hand, blowing out a hurricane, rolling towards the crazy devil on the centipede.

The other three followed.

Si Yin's old ghost robe danced lightly, and the left and right sleeves flew out tens of thousands of black insects, black pressed one piece, making a buzzing sound, and went straight to the mad devil.

The Hercules hammer of the Seagod Heavenly King, like a thousand catties of giant mountains, roared angrily, and smashed down to the top of the crazy devil's head with a bang.

Remnant Yun Yangzun's hands, like a body of steel, were like invulnerable, and he grabbed it from the back of the mad devil.

Under the siege of the four of them, the mad devil smiled faintly, and the smile was really incredible.

The knife in his left hand swung four times in a row, and the first time it was slashed, the direction of the slash was the hurricane of the white-robed old man.

The second time it was split, and the direction of the split was the ten thousand insects devouring spiders of the old ghost Si Yin.

The third time it was split, and the direction of the split went straight to the Hercules hammer overhead.

The fourth time it was cleaved, it was a remnant cloud that roared from behind.

It's just an instantaneous time, the four sword intents are in no particular order, they all slash on the four killing machines that are coming, and the four buzzing sounds one after another, the mad devil's knife will dissolve all the four killing machines with the momentum of the wind and clouds.

"How about the old man's fourth knife, how powerful is it!" The madman said it lightly, but there was still a hint of paleness on his face.

The hurricane of the white-robed old man was scattered by the mad devil, and his face was not very good-looking, under the strong siege of the four people, the mad devil could still be safe and sound, which made him frightened, although he had already had a rough estimate of the mad devil in his heart, but he did not estimate that the mad devil would be so strong!

The Seagod Heavenly King, the old ghost of Siyin, the remnant cloud Yangzun, his face is solemn like a puddle of black water, the black can no longer be black, today's battle, I am afraid it will be very tragic.

The sword is on the Xuan, and it has to be sent if it is not sent, and the four of them shot again, and it was a roar in an instant.

The battle in the sky is magnificent, but the battle on the ground is tragic.

Shan Yusheng's Qingyue Sword, repeatedly picking and stabbing, every time a sword is stabbed, it can take a human life, Long Lingxiu and Elder He's Tianlong twin swords, like dancing double dragons, in the teeth and claws, every sword slashed, set off a rain of blood, and the monks who fell beside them were already dozens.

Elder Haifeng of the Seagod Sect, and Elder Si Yintong, the two elders of the Remnant Cloud Sect, because their lives and souls were in the hands of Shan Yusheng, the four of them did not dare to make a move, standing in the distance and watching the disciples of their sect, they were killed by Shan Yusheng and others one by one, their hearts had an indescribable taste, and their faces were complicated like men who had run away from their wives.

One sword, another sword, I don't know how many swords were stabbed, and I don't know how many monks were killed, anyway, at the foot of Baizhang Mountain, there was already a river of blood, and the long blood flowed in the broken cracks of the wall, and then flowed down the cracks in the wall to Wang Yu's feet.

Pisces and Jiaolong, moistened by blood, gradually emitted a strange light, and even their bodies seemed to have signs of squirming.

At this time, Wang Yu, his right index finger, moved slightly, and then all five fingers could move, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at a sky full of sunshine and hearing a sad cry of despair around him.

Heaven seems to be heaven, and earth is like hell.

The blood flowed like a river under Baizhang Mountain, and the blood rain was flying all over the sky, which was even more terrifying than the legendary Shura Hell.

Wang Yu's face was already white, he saw with his own eyes that a disciple of the Reverse Dao Sect was smashed to pieces with both hands, and then he heard a muffled explosion like a watermelon bursting, and blood flew around.

"No !!" He shouted vigorously and wanted to rush out, but the moment he rushed out of his forehead, a curtain of light rose into the sky and stopped him, no matter how he hit it or how he stabbed it with his sword, he couldn't destroy the light curtain.

"Wang Yu remembers that you are a disciple of the Reverse Dao Sect, and now that the Purple Flame Sword has been passed to you, you are the sect master of the Reverse Dao Sect!!"

Shan Yusheng turned his head like an old man entrusting his juniors, and then held the Qingyue Sword in his hand, fighting left and right to kill the monks who approached.

Wang Yu's heart was shaken, and it wasn't until Shan Yusheng mentioned the Ziyan Sword to him that he found that he was still holding the Ziyan Sword in his right hand. The sword body was clear, and the purple flame sword that emitted a faint purple light, in his hand, hummed slightly, as if he felt the attention of the new master, so he made a buzzing sound, wanting the new master to notice itself.

Wang Yu was not too surprised by the reaction of the Ziyan Sword, with the sword body of the sword spirit, just like a monk, he had spiritual wisdom and could feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of his master.

The small sword in his storage bag is also a sword body with a sword spirit, and after some experience and understanding, he can sense the owner's mood about treasures and utensils, but he will not have doubts.

"If you can feel my thoughts, then you can help me break this formation!" Wang Yu's eyes flashed firmly, staring at the Ziyan Sword in his hand and said slowly, the Ziyan Sword hummed and trembled, as if he understood what he meant, and with his shout, a sword accompanied by a purple light stabbed on the formation.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the formation was like a pool of lake water, a sword pierced into it felt soft, without feeling the slightest resistance, all the force pierced the formation, it was like a punch on a ball of cotton, and the force did not work at all.

A sword didn't work, Wang Yu stabbed out a sword again, then another sword, another sword after another, until his hands trembled, and he couldn't even lift the sword, so he could only watch outside, those disciples of the Reverse Dao Sect who were desperately fighting.

"Wang Yu, whether you recognize me as a master or not, I have to solemnly tell you today that I have accepted your apprentice."

A sword pierced through the chest of the Great Elder Crane, bringing out a blood flower, and the Great Elder Crane stabbed the disciple to death with a desperate sword, and drank weakly: "For the sake of the teacher's life has been suspended, go first!" ”

With faint and pale eyes, he glanced back at Wang Yu, followed by the sound of being swallowed up by various magic weapons, and the body of the Great Elder Crane dissipated under the killing of everyone like this.

Wang Yu roared sadly, no matter what, he couldn't rush outside, hearing the last words left by Shizun, it was like returning to the night when his husband died, that night that made him feel helpless and bleak.

Today's scene is different, but it is not much different.

I don't know how many people I killed, and I don't know how many times I was stabbed, Long Lingxiu's body, after swinging the last sword, also fell to the ground, and was stabbed by the rushing monk, and his body was full of holes, not human.

People are red-eyed, and they are completely irrational, and everything that can be seen standing is undoubtedly smashed down with a sword and a magic weapon.

Immortal fate has made monks and destroyed monks, a kind of truth that is unclear, no one can say clearly