"Do you say, are we greedy?" the leader of the monk shouted excitedly, holding a giant axe in his hand, and countless earthy yellow patterns manifested and protected him.

His name is Panta, and he is a disciple of the Panmen in the fifteen super Taoist systems. The corpse city has gone through thousands of catastrophes, but he has been dealt with one by one by his luck and ordinary strength.

"Don't be greedy, don't be greedy, don't be greedy........."

Some monks roared along with the monk, their eyes full of fanaticism and greed. That is the character who can fight with the immortals, the law of the white night, the weapon of the white night, and even the body of the white night, in their eyes, are the most precious things.

Countless magic weapons, at this moment, were sacrificed by thousands of monks, and their momentum was so great that even the man in white used the blood sacrifice technique to kill them just now, but they had never shown it.

In the crowd, the young master of the Sword House stood quietly in place, and he was speechless at the moment. The place where he was full of people, but now he felt that the silence between heaven and earth was terrifying.

Although he is a sword cultivator with a strange temper, his predecessors have never been wrong in one sentence: human nature is the most complex and terrible thing in this world.

The young master of the sword house only stood for a moment, and after a while, the young master of the sword house held his broken sword and carried a tattered wooden box on his back, and walked towards the edge of the sea of people.

He knew that this time he did not come in vain in the Beifeng frontier. Although all he could bring back was a broken sword and a box of ashes, he witnessed the so-called fairy fate and knew the truth of the legend that lasted for more than 600,000 years.

At least when he went back, he could say to his husband: "I saw a group of people slashing and slashing in the city of corpses, and I followed them to slash and slash, and Lao Han died, and my heart also died." ”

Because the husband told him that death is just another beginning, and maybe everything will have to start all over again, but you must know what you want to do, your own sword, and what kind of sword you want to make.

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

Countless magic weapons, flashing with brilliant brilliance, were like a gorgeous meteor shower, frantically suppressing the fat man and the others.

"My generation is the best warrior of the demon clan, even if he is killed today, he must protect the glory of my clan. The Xuan Turtle that Hyun Ya had turned into spoke, and with his wild roar, countless ink-colored demonic powers flashed with a dazzling light, bursting from above his huge demon body.

Ten huge demon beasts roared in unison, emitting violent and messy demonic power, evolving in mid-air, turning into an incomplete star map, shining on the demon bodies of the ten beasts.

"That's ........."

The six people of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness looked at each other, how could they not understand at this moment. The sect must have an incomparably deep relationship with this terrifying race, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence in this world.

"Boom", a fierce collision, unfolded at this moment, and seventeen people, including the fat man of Hyunya, fought against thousands of fanatical northern cultivators.

Patches of tulips and violets bloom at this moment, exuding the most intense aromas, evolving into endless murder in a calm beauty.

Beiming Qiantong held a double sword, she stood quietly on Hyunya's back, surrounded by the phantom of a snake, it didn't seem to have the slightest sense of disobedience, now she was noble and elegant, just like a queen of flowers.

"The art of three thousand IOUs. The fat man was furious, and he roared, and the fat all over his body trembled. Countless silver runes evolved from him, flying towards the greedy monks along with the white paper flying in the sky.

Tianyanmen is a cold place.

In the fat man's heart, from the moment Bai Ye drank his cup of turbid wine, he decided that this thin-figured white-haired boy would be his friend, iron buddy. The old man has a saying that is right, people, sometimes you have to believe in fate, but don't believe in fate.

The sound of the three soft women's voices of "Moko Lingshuang Sword Array" sounded, and with it, there was an overwhelming avalanche of ice and snow sword momentum, and countless ice dragons, flashing with a dazzling white cold light, frantically pounced on the northern monks besieging them.

"Zhou Tian Xingdou, Xingchen potential. "Hyunya was furious, and above the sky, countless stars appeared, and then the power of the bright stars, like the Milky Way falling into the sky, frantically vented towards the ground, blocking the offensive of a large number of monks.

Seventeen people, but there is such a ferocious power, for a while, thousands of northern realm cultivators could not be attacked for a long time, the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and even the Panta was a little silent, this group of people was too terrible.

"Friend of the demon clan, such a grace, Mo Cheng remembers. ”

A thin white-haired young figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. Behind him flashed a strange twelve red lights, and at this moment of the white night, he stood on the clouds, looking down on the thousands of cultivators in the north.

"Wait, Ant. The white night roared, and countless red mist rose from the battlefield. There was a magnificent red light in his left eye, it was his Shura Dao, it was his killing intent at the moment.

"Scythe, Nine Hook Moon. "Nine bright moons, appearing above the bright sky, in the cold moonlight, with an undisguised killing aura. This time, the moon was as complete as the previous one, the only difference was that it was a nine-round blood moon.

"Scythe, sevenfold purgatory. The white night smiled evilly in mid-air, and twelve demonic red rays rotated in mid-air, evolving into endless killing machines, almost frantically killing those monks together with the nine falling blood moons.

In the face of attacks comparable to the changes of the sky, the thousands of Northern Realm monks who were originally fanatical finally changed their faces at this moment, which was really terrifying.

On top of a mountain peak in the distance, a silver chariot was parked here, and along with this silver chariot, there were five princes who had not seen each other for a long time.

"Stupid. ”

The Five Princes of the Cold Night smiled disdainfully, he really looked down on these Northern Realm cultivators. Some people always dream of becoming a genius, but they don't know that in order to become a genius, in addition to the effort that discourages them, there is also the so-called talent.

A burning feeling of pain appeared on Bai Ye's body. Bai Ye lowered his head and saw the dark green marks on his body, and he was silent, because those marks were absorbing the aura scattered in every inch of the world.

Those who are angry are born by killing, and they are born by the unwillingness of the deceased. On the path of cultivation, every monk's hands will be more or less covered with a little blood, and after they come into contact with the word killing, their body will carry a violent aura, which is something that arises after the death of other monks.

In the midst of the near-horrific destruction, countless monks began to wail, and now, they regretted it. This teenager is like a demon.

All the cultivators of the Northern Realm, whether they were strong people in the Yuan Infant Stage or the existence of the Yu Dan Period, at this moment they had already repented to death. What they were facing was Bai Ye, the one who had successfully fought against the immortals in the Six Great Realms.

Some people are frightened, some people are frightened, for them, this teenager is still too terrible after all. In a short period of time, thousands of monks have fallen to only a few hundred, but the real battle has only begun now.

It was a few hundred Yuan Infant Stage Monks, and under the attack of the White Night's Eighteen People, only these ordinary Yuan Infant Stage Monks could resist it.

A dark green flame of curse ignited from the curse mark on the white-haired boy's body. Bai Ye felt that there were countless pressures surging towards him, the aura was colorless and formless, but it was as vast and majestic as the ocean, and all of them poured into his body at this moment, making his body become heavier and heavier.

"Kill, for the justice of the human race, behead all these people who are in the same stream with demons and evil under the sword of my generation. Someone roared, and all kinds of bright light lit up from the monks.

They are evolving the exercises they have practiced, and they are going to suppress these demon beasts and humans together and cut them under the sword. Bai Ye knelt on the ground in the middle of the night, and he stood in front of the hundred-dollar infant monk and the fat man of Hyunya.

"Kill", I don't know who it was, let out a heaven-shattering roar, and then hundreds of Yuanying monks, with their magic weapons and Taoism, frantically rose from the ground and rushed towards Bai Ye and the others.

There was a hint of solemnity in the heavy pupils of the white night, Mo Yexue was sleeping, and he could only use it as a weapon, and although he himself broke through the peak of the Dan Stage with the Devouring Fang, because of the curse, his strength could only be exerted half.

Ye Qingyan clenched the knife in his hand, which had changed its appearance, and then stroked the beads inlaid on the sword. The broken sword has been re-refined by the one in the clan and has become even stronger.

And that bead, the only one that doesn't change, is still a little broken. There is an ancient story in the tribe that this bead is actually a star, and its hometown is above the heavenly dome.

And when Ye Qingyan saw this bead, more often than not, what appeared in his mind was the shadow of the white-haired young man with a thin figure.

The hundred-dollar infant monks were fanatical and greedy, so they were greeted only by death.

A few brightly colored butterflies suddenly appeared on the battlefield of the monks at some unknown time. Even Bai Ye, who was affected by the boundless anger, couldn't help but feel a little frightened after seeing them.

"Nine Dome Wind Butterfly. "Only Bai Ye and the fat man, as well as the ten members of the demon clan, recognized it. After recognizing it, Bai Ye was retreating frantically, using the extreme speed of the Ghost Shadow Eighty Tribulations, he had to stay away, these butterflies were the strongest on this battlefield.

"Hahaha, do you see, they are retreating, my generation of Terran monks, today should fight for my Terran, rush, kill them. Panta roared loudly in the crowd, and the earthy yellow divine light shone up, setting him off with great bravery.

Seeing those butterflies entering the crowd, Bai Ye and the fat man glanced at each other, and then they showed a cruel smile, and in that cruelty, there was even a trace of sympathy.