"Grandpa, why are you here?" Qin Zhi greeted him with a smile.

The old man Qin Huaiyi was very satisfied with his grandson's behavior and did not succumb to the strength of the opposite camp.

The Gu clan was bent on entering the Western Realm, and had long been regarded as an enemy by the Qin clan.

If Qin Zhi took refuge in the opposite camp.

He is a B-class retired mortal body, he can't set off the wind and waves, and he has to be ordered.

It's quite a bit of a thief as a father.

Just looking at Qin Huaiyi's attitude now, it is possible to shoot Qin Zhi to death directly.

It is estimated that Qin Huaiyi has the same mind as Zhao Changhe.

Ji Qiu can see that many forces in the western realm have the posture of fighting the Gu clan here.

I'm just curious why no one from the Tang clan came.

Ji Qiu still remembers letting go of Tang's two B-grades.

Their strength should not be in danger on the road, it should appear.

In the stalemate, time passed little by little.

The camp has been decided, just wait for the rules of the ruins to open, and the big war will break out.

Suddenly, the altar fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, blood was permeated, and the space was red.

"Is this a coincidence? It's purgatory, okay. Ji Qiu frowned, and a sense of foreboding arose.

The altar regenerated and mutated, and the blood of the entire space converged to the altar.

A large blood-colored tornado soared into the sky, connecting heaven and earth.

The ruins opened, and the war began.

On Ji Qiu's side, there are three A-level and five opposite, and their strength is obviously weak.

"Ji Qiu, go and rob the Soul Tower, let's stop the strong man opposite."

Zhao Changhe knew the severity, and only by interrupting the blood sacrifice first could he hope to live.

After that, Zhao Changhe shouted: "Kill." ”

has decided on the camp, which is equivalent to choosing life and death.

There is no reason to retreat now, even if you must die, you have to fight to the death.

The A-level powerhouses were killed together in an instant, and energy fluctuations erupted everywhere.

There are also lone retreats here, and there are also strong people who come in from small consortia.

However, under the storm of the battle of the A-class powerhouse, they are like chickens and dogs.

Before they could get close to the altar, they all died.

Zhao Changhe is the strongest, probably at the peak level of A-level.

This is still because Ji Qiu took out some kiwi wine before.

Of course, Ouyang Ruofang also borrowed it, and her strength reached the middle of A-level.

Zhao Changhe's opponent Gu Bu is not weak, and he is a high-level A-level section.

It was difficult for the two to distinguish the winner for a while, and Gubu did not compete head-on, just to delay time.

When the other battle circles win, they can naturally kill Zhao Changhe by dividing their forces to support themselves.

Ouyang Ruofang fought alone against Yankun, two A-level mid-sections, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

Qin Huaiyi and the head of the Wang family have been dealing with each other for many years, and they know each other well, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky if they really want to kill each other.

In this way, the mantis and ants are free and have no opponents.

Their master also regarded Ji Qiu as an opponent and would kill him.

The two insects flew quickly and headed straight for Ji Qiu.

"Whew!"

The wolf howled and shook, and the little white wolf issued a will.

Regardless of life and death, the beast tide tried his best to stop one.

"Ji Qiu rest assured to save Tang Fan, leave it to me here."

Qu Mu solemnly admonished, the skeleton army moved together, and the eleven golden warriors also walked out of the other space.

Even if you are defeated, you must fight.

Ji Qiu witnessed with his own eyes that he had been pumped more than a dozen times in one day.

One look at the face, and the mantis pierced the eyebrows.

The beasts in the ruins of Ji ** were just using relationships at first, and they didn't have any feelings.

But seeing the once cute behemoth fall, my heart still drips blood for some reason.

"Ji Qiu, hurry up, quickly take the formation eye."

Zhao Changhe is the strongest, and he can divide a little spiritual power to observe other battle circles.

Seeing that Ji Qiu had not moved for a long time, the old man was really angry.

"Ugh." Ji Qiu roared in a low voice, giving birth to a sense of powerlessness.

The enemy is too strong, and there is an altar behind it, which contains even greater terror.

Today, I am afraid that there will be more evil and less auspicious.

Ji Qiu suddenly had a trace of luck in his heart, but fortunately Zhu Fanfan didn't come.

There is a chance, and after the ruins are closed, it is good to sneak away.

At least, the little fat man is alive.

"Bang"

After a moment of hesitation, the little white wolf's body flew sideways, and a blood hole the size of a head appeared in its abdomen.

The intestines fell out, and it was terrible to see.

Ji Qiu couldn't bear to look at it, he had to stop the altar first.

Otherwise, Tang Fan could be covered in blood and suffocate to death.

"Open it for me."

Ji Qiu roared angrily, jumped up and threw his fist into the blood-colored tornado.

"Bang"

Ji Qiu's entire fist was flesh and blood, revealing Sensen's white bones.

His arms were sore, and his body was driven into the air by a tornado.

On the other hand, the blood-colored tornado was not shaken in the slightest.

Circling straight, the momentum became stronger and stronger, and it disappeared into the soul attic.

The rules of the ruins restrict that the Soul Suppression Pavilion is suspended in mid-air, and can only absorb the blood mist in the air.

Only when the attic falls to the ground and touches the earth can it directly absorb the blood from the blood sacrifice in the ruins.

The Soul Suppression Loft seemed to laugh happily, and the laughter trembled.

The girl in white, but her breath is getting weaker and weaker.

Ji Qiu was in a hurry, and if he couldn't break the bloody tornado, he couldn't rescue Tang Fan.

Right now, there's only the weapons in the system.

Just when Ji Qiu wanted to summon the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, there was a voice around him again.

"The Tang family is here."

Although the Tang Clan of the Western Realm is arrogant, they know their mission.

can escape the pursuit of the Gu Consortium, on the one hand, because of its own strength, and on the other hand, there is someone to protect.

The disciples of the Tang clan are all martial artists, and the one who protects them is, of course, the martial arts association.

The Tang clan himself is also the representative of the Western Martial Arts Association.

Since ancient times, the Martial Arts Association has assumed the responsibility of protecting the stability of mountains and rivers.

When the Great Terror appears, the mountains and rivers will inevitably be broken, so the Tang Clan will definitely take action.

Five B-level martial artists, leaving one direction to kill.

Among them are Tang Xiangguang and Tang Xiangming, who were let go by Ji Qiu.

Approaching the blood-colored tornado, steel needles as dense as a torrential rain shot out from the bodies of the six people at the same time.

The front end of the Gang needle martial arts gang wind hunted and hunted, and the waves outside the blood-colored tornado of the explosion surged.

After all, the B-level strength is not enough, and the pear blossom rainstorm released is not enough to break the tornado.

Ji felt something, and it turned out that the martial arts gang wind restrained the tornado.

The door of space opened, and Ji Qiu appeared outside the huge tornado.

The two fists moved together, the aura burst out, the attributes of the five elements overflowed, and the martial arts wind swirled.

"Boom, boom."

Ji Qiu's strength alone is comparable to that of five B-ranks, and he smashed out a hole the size of a house.

In fact, Ji Qiu's strength is not so strong, it is all because of Haoran's qi layer.

Martial Dao Gangfeng and Haoran Qi remained, and the big hole could not heal for a long time.

"Okay, go down the next level for me first."

Two unfamiliar voices sounded again, like a bell, and the momentum was monstrous.

Ji Qiu listened to it in his ears.

The eight-rank martial artists, and there are two of them, are powerful for the Tang clan.

Unconsciously, Ji Qiu was wrapped in two soft martial arts winds.

Involuntarily swept back, getting farther and farther away from the blood-colored tornado.

At the same time, it was pouring rain in the sky.

If you look closely, every raindrop is a steel needle.

The steel needle falls in mid-air and turns around on its own.

Condensed a hidden weapon tornado, moving horizontally.

These steel needles are different from just now, each of them has the ability to kill B-class.

Such a terrifying power must be released by an eight-rank martial artist.

Following the big hole smashed out by Ji Qiu, the fish ran into the inside of the blood-colored tornado.

"Damn, it's a warrior again." Inside the blood-colored tornado, there was a low and angry rebuke.