Before he could finish speaking, suddenly from the direction of the Sea of Death, an eerie and terrifying voice came: "Humble Oriental Race, you dare to call Your Majesty by his name, what an unforgivable sin, I ...... Dark Magister Sidnor, I'm here to meet you arrogant reptiles, tsk!"

"Humph!"

"Idiot!"

"Damn, the old man has already shown you as a fool, what are you pretending to be spooky and terrifying, fellow Daoists, this idiot let me deal with it, no one should fight with me!"

Zhou Liuyun also laughed fiercely, and the cultivation of the peak of the Divine Tribulation was released without any scruples, and the black light on his body surged sharply, flying towards the sea of death a hundred zhang away.

At the same time, he punched out, and tens of thousands of punches filled the void overwhelmingly, blasting towards a certain point in the space.

Rumble!

A certain space that was originally closed was suddenly torn apart, and a huge bone dragon with only a skeleton left in its whole body, and two nether flames flickering in its eye sockets, suddenly appeared in the air.

The bone dragon let out a terrible roar, and when it opened its mouth, it spewed out a gray-cyan and incomparably foul-smelling pillar of light, and within the pillar of light, countless figures could be vaguely seen roaring and hideous.

"This is the intermediate magic of dark magic, the dark mage can summon creatures in the dark swamp to meet the enemy through the power of the contract, this bone dragon is also a powerful thing in the dark swamp, it can be seen that this Sidno is absolutely famous in the Western magic world, not a nobody. ”

Li Heng grinned and looked at the huge bone dragon that came out of the sky in the distance, without even a trace of nervousness and worry on his face.

The Demon Master is equivalent to the existence of the peak of the Soul Heaven, and Zhou Liuyun is the peak of the Divine Tribulation, two levels higher than the other party, such a battle is without suspense.

"What an undead creature, explode to Lao Tzu!"

Zhou Liuyun's face showed contempt, it was just a juvenile bone dragon, and he dared to show it in front of him, he didn't know what to do.

The fist power in the sky, mighty, as if destroying the withering and decaying, instantly annihilated the gray-cyan pillar of light, and then rushed with the momentum, beating the bone dragon that had just appeared in the air to the point of annihilation.

"What, Great Lord of Darkness, how is this possible, how can you, a humble Oriental Terran, have the ability to kill the old man's summoned beast, you are a cultivator of the Divine Tribulation Period, not good...... The old man is no match for you!"

Sidno let out a shrill cry in the hidden space, and then his voice suddenly began to tremble, ready to flee desperately.

He suddenly understood that the person in front of him was the most powerful Divine Tribulation Stage cultivator among the Eastern cultivators, and he was definitely not his opponent.

"! You are so rampant in front of the old man, and you still want to leave? You also look down on the old man!" Zhou Liuyun rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

A huge bone palm that was white and hideous, braving the cold air, violently tore open the space that was about to close, and then pressed against a figure in the space with one palm.

"What! No way, how could the old man die, I am the most likely person in the Dark Temple to become the greatest magister, how can you kill me, you humble Oriental race. ”

In the stenching space, a sharp, poignant sound came out, but then, it turned into nothingness, and Sidnor's whole body was crushed into a meatloaf.

Western magicians do not have primordial gods and spirit infants, and once the body dies, it will only leave a mass of resentful souls, and then the souls will return to the dark swamp and become undead creatures.

Especially the dark mage, who himself believed in darkness and sold his soul to the Lord of Darkness, Zhou Liuyun had just killed Sidnor, a gray mist escaped from the space and flew towards the west of the Sea of Death.

"Humph!"

Above the void, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed, and this powerful soul fluctuation immediately flew into ashes and annihilated, which was equivalent to the destruction of the cultivator's form and spirit.

"Phew, the shit dark mage, it's not vulnerable yet!" Zhou Liuyun laughed, turned around and flew towards the shore.

"Old Monster Zhou, good job!"

"Zhou Daoyou raises the majesty of my Daomen, great goodness!"

“......！”

The representatives of the various sects were all smiling, no matter what old grievances the sects had before, but now was the time to unite with the outside world, and Zhou Liuyun's record of killing a demon master in seconds was enough to make everyone applaud.

......

Three days later!

The army of the alien cultivation world has all arrived, there are 90,000 horses, and the worst is also the cultivation of the spirit infancy, which is almost the sharpest force in the entire alien cultivation world, in order to deal with the provocation of the Western Magic Legion, the Daomen has taken out nearly eighty percent of its strength, this holy war, it is even more tragic than the one in thousands of years, and it is even more powerful.

More than 90,000 people, almost all of them are wearing a shining and glowing divine armor, although there is no sword and sword shadow at this moment, and the blood is flowing like a river, but a breath of slaughter fills the sky.

"Get on the boat, get out!"

Li Heng carried his hands behind his back, and the howling sea breeze shouted violently, but his voice was like a rock, reaching everyone's ears.

Then, there were the heads of the various sects, leading the disciples of their respective sects, 6 to board the cold steel warships.

Although the ship is cold, everyone's heart is on fire.

Of course, many people will die in this holy war, but will these cultivators be afraid? Obviously not!

In everyone's hearts, there is just a stream of blood, a surging battle spirit that is about to come out, and they can't wait to drink the blood of the enemy.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!

The Western Magic Legion will definitely pay the most serious and painful price for this provocative action, this is the oath that every cultivator makes in his heart.

At this point, everything is in place, only the east wind is owed!

In the evening, the remnant sun was like blood, and a hundred black warships, like fierce beasts, exuded a cold and calm atmosphere, and sailed towards the west. The sea of death, boundless, like ink-like water, has been surging and raging since ancient times, especially the cold sea breeze, which is even more daunting, if ordinary people come here, they will not be able to stand at all, and they will be swept into the air by the wind in an instant and torn to pieces.

When Li Heng led more than 90,000 people from the Heterogeneous Cultivation Realm to ride a hundred huge steel warships, sailing towards the west with great momentum and momentum, in the west of more than a million miles, there was also a huge fleet, also like a fierce beast, slowly coming towards the east.

This fleet is even larger and more powerful than the Eastern Daomen.

There were two hundred warships with a dull yellow body and a strange metallic sheen, sailing steadily in the fierce wind, without a trace of turbulence or shaking.

A large ship in the center of this fleet is even more majestic and majestic than other warships, five stories high, dark yellow throughout, and mysterious energy fluctuations are faintly heard.

At this moment, on the deck of this warship, stood a tall and muscular young man, he had a bright golden head, and was wearing a pure white robe.

In the Western magical world, only the supreme pope, representing the 'Lord', is worthy of wearing, and no other bishop can wear a pure white robe.

Meantime.

In his right hand, he held a scepter with boundless energy fluctuations, this scepter was one of the most powerful magic weapons of the Bright Sect, the whole body was golden, it was a treasure inherited by the Bright Sect for tens of thousands of years, comparable to the nine-grade magic weapon of the alien cultivation world, and even more powerful than the nine-grade magic weapon.

Behind the young man, there were more than a dozen people standing, either wearing red magic robes or black mage robes, all of them respectful, and their expressions revealed worship and respect.

No doubt!

The young man in front of him is the leader of the Western Magic Legion, a peerless genius who dominates the dark and light magic world, Arthurlot!

Arthurlot's age is much younger than expected, almost the same as Li Heng, and he is the best young powerhouse in this era.