He hesitated, his left hand raised many times and then lowered. www.biquge.info He knew that standing here at this time was not only his chance, but also the opportunity of the entire Golden Daomen, and even the opportunity of the entire righteous path. The defection of the Divine Sword Sect and the Iron Palm Gang to the Holy Water Sect seemed to be the personal actions of the young disciples, but the impact was not limited to the young disciples, nor was it limited to the secret realm. In the future, no one can say whether the Divine Sword Sect and the Iron Palm Gang can continue to be regarded as the righteous path, and the delicate balance between good and evil that can be maintained at the moment is about to reach a high slope.

In the future, it seems that it will inevitably be an era of demons dancing and the righteous path dying out.

He hesitated, turned around and turned back several times, he knew that he shouldn't sneak into such a dangerous place alone from his relatives and friends, he knew that his actions had hurt Wan Jianxin and Lin Xuanchen's hearts. He and Wan Jianxin, Lin Xuanchen, and even Prison Worship should have shared blessings and woes, facing challenges and dangers together, but at this time, he abandoned these people who cared about and loved him, and faced the unknown dangers on the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain alone. In a sense, he was not a friend enough, and in a certain strict moral sense, he was tantamount to betraying friendship, or at least betraying the care that others cared about him.

No one knows how much danger and horror are hidden on the towering pyramid mountain in front of him.

Silver Dust hesitated, he couldn't make up his mind for the time being. And on the battlefield not far from him, the war between the Demon Pavilions and the Holy Water Sect suddenly fell silent, and the two sides were deadlocked, each steadying its own position, opening the battle line, and accumulating the strength of the next charge.

The 450-person Holy Water Sect Group did not have any advantage over the 600-person Demon Wei Pavilion Group, and even if it was sneak attacked, it could not really penetrate the defense line of the Demon Wei Pavilion. By this time, the monks on both sides were already a little tired, and their morale had dropped slightly, and many had already stopped, and only a few small areas of fighting continued.

"Ten Directions Heroic Slash!" Fang Tianhang shouted as he slashed out the first sword of the entire sword path, and a translucent sword qi with a slight purple slash erupted with his downward slashing action, turning into a light wave that was nearly two feet wide and rushed towards the enemy in front of him. With a slight sidewalk, the enemy dodged this one-zhang long sword qi that could split almost anything, allowing the sword qi to split the three innocent Demon Wei Pavilion disciples into six scorched pieces. Fang Tianhang's enemy just raised his hand casually while dodging, and the three bone-penetrating nails flew out under the impetus of the completely transparent wind, slamming into Fang Tianhang's left and right shoulders, only the one aimed at the center of the eyebrows in the middle was blocked by Fang Tianhang with his sword. A huge explosion sounded the moment the bone nail and the long sword came into contact, and a large crater was blown out of the rocky desert ground under Fang Tianhang's feet. The storm was wrapped in a steel knife-like air blade and fiercely pushed Fang Tianhang out. Fang Tianhang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and fell down ten steps away.

Streams of chaotic and furious power poured into Fang Tianhang's body, twisting and tearing pain suddenly erupted from his left and right shoulders, twisting almost every cell in his body into twisted balls, he spasmed and roared on the ground in pain, inhuman screams spurted out of his mouth in the splatters of blood, his mind was full of chaotic and distorted visions, and the mental pain was mixed with the severe pain of the body. After the rules of time and space were quietly changed, not only were the mysteries of "breaking the mysteries" and "pure Gangfeng" indiscriminately comprehended by the monks of the world, but each type of Gangfeng also quietly changed in nature.

The poisonous Gangfeng has become a corrosive Gangfeng that is more widely used, while the Ghost Gangfeng has become a Gangfeng with distorting power that can directly act on entities, and no longer only has the power of mental disturbance. This change has made the strength of every monk in the Poison Dragon Sect and the Demon Pavilion increase a lot, but at the same time, it has also made the martial arts of the Poison Dragon Sect and the Demon Pavilion no longer practical. The nature of Gangfeng has changed, so the original martial arts moves are no longer easy to use.

Fang Tianhang fell, and Wang Shenhai behind him let out a terrible howl, and the long sword brush in his hand swung into a sword light, wanting to force the enemy who had been bullied to retreat. The enemy just raised his hand and played with a sleeve flower, and many fine needles flew out of the open cuffs, and slammed into Wang Shenhai's sword path, and a cloud of blue-white qi burst out on the sword path that stretched like water, and the huge strength attached to each flying needle forcibly made a gap in his sword path, and then a thick arm stretched out from the gap, and struck Wang Shenhai's thin and shriveled chest viciously. Wang Shenhai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of red and black thick blood, kicked back three steps, and then fell to his knees extremely unwillingly. His mind was buzzing, his eyes were already blood-red, he couldn't see anything, and a chaotic and twisted pain spread from his heart to his whole body, and it didn't take him a breath to make him faint in pain.

The enemy did not continue to pursue, but just wandered around the battlefield full of lodging people like Shura, his figure was like a vulture, and the whole person was hidden in the shadow of the black Mowei Pavilion robe, the pitch-black masked cloth obscured his face, except for a pair of cold eyes, only the well-groomed Taoist priest's hair bun was exposed, no matter how bright the starlight could not reveal his identity. The transparent wind was surrounded by that person, and a silent and miserable oppressive force came out of him, discouraged the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who claimed to be righteous, it was not the coercion that a person who had entered the realm of the body could exert.

That person was Feng Lieshan.

"Yan Guiluo is dead...... Just kill some little guys to sacrifice his soul, how to say that he has been mixed in the sect for so many years, and he also has a relationship with the deity. Feng Lieshan thought in his heart, suddenly stopped, his gaze crossed the terrified faces of the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and looked into the distance, the miscellaneous righteous paths attached to the Divine Sword Sect were happily suppressing the temporary disciples of the Demon Pavilion, relying on the restraint of the Thunder System over the Ghost Sect and the obvious advantage in the Divine Skill Realm.

The Heavenly Killing Demon Sect and the like, at this time, are dealing with the strange wind attribute power of the Interpretation Sect, as well as the "palm thunder" of the more fierce and domineering Iron Palm Gang disciples, there is no time to care about the life or death of the Demon Wei Pavilion, Feng Lieshan will never count on the help of these so-called allies who stab knives in the back on weekdays, those guys have not fought back until now or have broken away from the battle circle, and it is already very face-saving for those guys to fight back or break away from the battle circle.

People can only rely on themselves many times. (To be continued.) )