The great god of Wuxian looked at the great god of the heavy building, and said slowly: "You and I have been in this southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, and we will have to divide the victory and defeat after all!" The great god of the heavy building looked at the great god of Wuxian and said: "The war between Wuxian and Chonglou? or the war between Wuxian and the ghost mother?" Chonglou said with a smile: "Okay! Then there will be a war! You and I have known each other and fought for thousands of years, and the people of Southern Xinjiang regard you and me as gods, so today is just a war of gods in Southern Xinjiang!"

After the words, the great god of the heavy building agitated the divine thoughts, he died like this, and the body in the dragon swamp also died naturally, and now between the divine thoughts, the main body appeared, the huge three-headed evil dragon, with a hideous face, full of scales and armor, but the eyes did not wait for the evil breath, only the desire of the strong. Compared with the previous pretended black dragon body, these three evil dragons are more than twice as strong, but they also have the blessing of the ghost mother's breath, and they are only the same as before. This is really the deity of the great god of the heavy building.

Wu Xian looked at the huge dragon body and sighed: "Chonglou, how many years have passed, I finally see your deity again." I didn't expect it to be so strong!" After finishing speaking, the great god Wu Xian turned over and grabbed a righteous monk, the monk was in the prime of life, and the green streamer flew out of the seven orifices of the great god Wu Xian, pouring into the monk's body, and the original old rotten skin turned into a pile of nonsense in an instant, and the monk's expression had changed, as if it was the charm of the great god Wu Xian. Originally, this Wuxian god didn't want to kill, so he was looking for the body of the dying person, and naturally he was not strong, but now in order to end the war, he finally got a pair of skins.

The two great gods did not speak again, but slowly raised their momentum. The three-headed dragon was domineering, and its body was slowly covered with a layer of silver scale armor, like gold and iron. The Great God of Wu Xian flew into the air, and thousands of Gu insects surrounded him in an instant, and the ancient art form was formed in an instant, just like a Gu Dao Venerable. This action is an omen of the arrival of the earth-shattering war, and the battle for the hegemony of southern Xinjiang, which has been delayed for thousands of years, is coming, and it is not yet known who will win and who will lose.

The two great gods slowly rose into the sky, and their battle like this naturally could not be placed on the ground battlefield, otherwise the thousands of monks and ghost soldiers would all turn into powder. When the two lifted off into the air, the breath stirred in the air, not giving in to each other, stirring up layers of ripples. The eyes of the two are also opposite, and countless sparks are sparked in the air.

As soon as the great god Wu Xian entered the air, he flew over the law in his hand, and this speed was more than twice as fast as the clone of the heavy building, and he completed the law decision at the moment, and drank: "Silence the sword rain!" In an instant, the pitch-black sword rain came from heaven and earth, and fell towards the heavy building. It's just that the body of the heavy building is too big, and the great god Wu Xian took a self-pat on his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the sword rain of silence expanded several times, enveloping the huge dragon body.

The three-headed evil dragon naturally will not sit still, and three golden lights emerge from the three heads, and in that golden light, there is a strong dragon might. As soon as Long Wei touched the silent sword rain, he made a sizzling sound, annihilating all the black sword rain. It's just that in the sky, the black sword rain is endless, the three evil dragons roared angrily, and the three golden red dragons intertwined together, exploding, and in the sky, endless dragon breath golden light was shot, and the black sword rain annihilated each other, which was considered to cancel out this array.

Both of them frowned, for 10,000 years, their skills have been much stronger, and just a fight is to test out that this battle is only afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. It's just that although those moves are temptations, if the opponent receives nothing but mistakes, then the follow-up attack is endless, and I am afraid that the victory and defeat will change in an instant! This is the mind of those two great gods, in their realm, the victory or defeat may be countable, maybe over the years.

Beyond the barrier, a cloud of sand and dust appeared in the distance, only to see a black flame banner. When they got closer, everyone saw that it was a team of strange people from southern Xinjiang, and in this way, everyone was relieved. As long as that person comes, it will be the new force of this righteous path, and naturally they will not go to help the evil ghost soldiers that day. Of course, these righteous people don't know that their rebirth like this will not last long.

The leader of that team of strange people in southern Xinjiang was Wu Yuerong, Wu Yuerong rode a fast horse and led the army to this enchantment, the Zoroastrian reinforcements, a full lineup of 10,000 people, although these people were not as good as the evil ghost soldiers that day, but the number of these 10,000 people raided the battlefield, and the natural effect was quite rich. In just an instant, it was to break out of a gap in the battle column of the evil ghost soldiers that day, and in the blink of an eye, it was the same place as the famous family in the world.

The little witch witch Yuerong looked around, but there was no trace of Liu Qingyang, and immediately grabbed a righteous path master and said, "Have you ever seen that Liu Qingyang?" The righteous path master was stunned for a moment, and said: "What Liu Qingyang? Who is the disciple?" Wu Yuerong said: "He is just one person, a sword cultivator!" The righteous path master shook his head and said: "I have never seen a sword cultivator here, if you have to say that there is a sword cultivator, you look at the top of the dome!"

Wu Yuerong followed the guidance of the righteous path master and looked towards the dome, only to see that the stars in the void were extinguished, and the void cracks were torn out from time to time. If it was really Sword Cultivation who was fighting the enemy in the sky, it would definitely not be Liu Qingyang. Even if it was the power of the sword cannon, it could not be so great. At that moment, Wu Yuerong shook her head, and looked around again, eagerly looking for Liu Qingyang's figure.

It's just that I haven't seen Liu Qingyang in my heart, Wu Yuerong said with a lot of tears in her anxious eyes: "The purple-clothed young man led Liu Qingyang to the Wanyuan Gang, naturally it won't be so simple, and now that such a war has broken out in the mass grave, I can't see Liu Qingyang now, I'm afraid that the person will suffer an accident nine times out of ten." Although that man is also quite a scoundrel, but his heart is first-class, how can he die like this?"

Suddenly, another group of people and horses came from the other side, although the number of people and horses was not as many as the ten thousand people brought by Wu Yuerong, it was at least five or six thousand, Wu Yuerong Dingqing looked at it, and found that the person who took the lead was Han Xiangjun. At that moment, Wu Yuerong burst into tears and laughed, since Han Xiangjun was revived, I thought that Liu Qingyang had solved the trouble of the purple-clothed young man, otherwise it would not be like this, since the trouble was solved, naturally he would not die easily.

Han Xiangjun rode to Wu Yuerong's side and said, "Where is Liu Qingyang? Have you ever seen him?" Wu Yuerong shook her head and said, "I haven't seen him, I'm also looking for him." But neither of them knew him. Han Xiangjun felt a pain in his heart, frowned and said: "Isn't it ......" Wu Yuerong raised her eyebrows and drank: "Don't talk nonsense." Not to mention that he saved you, even if he didn't save you, I wouldn't allow you to say that he was a good person!" Han Xiangjun was stunned, looking at Wu Yuerong's expression with a lot of changes.

Han Xiangjun looked back at the white-clothed old man beside him and said, "Elder Wu, please help me find the person called Liu Qingyang." Elder Witch in white frowned, and said with a wry smile: "Where can you find one person in this war of tens of thousands of people?" Han Xiangjun said: "Elder Wu, no matter what, this person must be found." He is very important to me in Zoroastrian life and death. Elder Wu closed his eyes and was silent, and Han Xiangjun said again: "That person has a black flame in his hand, are you looking for it or not!"

Elder Nawu was shocked in his heart, what was the significance of the black flame to the Zoroastrian Sect, he naturally knew that in the Zoroastrian Sect, the black flame would be extinguished, and the foundation of the Zoroastrian Sect would be shaken. If you can find that black flame young fire today, I am afraid that in the future, in this Zoroastrianism, his status will be under one person. At that moment, Elder Nawu nodded yes, immediately ordered the people, passed over from both sides of this huge battlefield, and asked Liu Qingyang to remove it.

Wu Yuerong glanced at Han Xiangjun, turned back to the adjutant beside her, and said, "You cooperate with these monks to slaughter that ghost soldier, and then look for it." These tens of thousands of people will fight, and they will not stop, but I am afraid that they will not be found. The adjutant smiled and nodded, this order is naturally much more clever than Han Xiangjun's order, tens of thousands of people are fighting, looking for a sword cultivator, isn't it looking for a needle in a haystack?

Wu Yuerong looked at Han Xiangjun coldly and said, "How do you know about the black flame?" Han Xiangjun said: "I naturally know that the relationship between him and me is naturally close. Wu Yuerong said: "Then do you know that you are harming him by doing this!" Han Xiangjun shook his head. Wu Yuerong said: "It's in vain that you have grown me a few years, I can't imagine being so stupid." The black flame is to Zoroastrianism what the spring rain is to the grass seedlings. After hearing such news, how could Zoroastrianism let go of that Liu Qingyang?"

Han Xiangjun glanced at Wu Yuerong and said, "As long as he sends a bunch of flames, what can Zoroastrianism do?" Wu Yuerong snorted coldly and said, "You are really big-chested and brainless! That black flame has never appeared, if it can't be gifted, what should it be? Besides, can you guarantee that if you give it to Heiyan, Liu Qingyang will also be unscathed?" Han Xiangjun snorted, thinking in his heart, Yu Yu was afraid. If it is really as Wu Yuerong said, I am afraid that Liu Qingyang and the Zoroastrian sect can only be the same as water and fire.

Wu Yuerong no longer argued with that Han Xiangjun, and immediately led the men and horses to kill among the evil ghost soldiers that day, although Wu Yuerong did not know any martial arts, but there were also some witch Gu spells. At that moment, he recited the law in his mouth, and summoned a team of witch Gu wormmen, who were dressed in black armor and had infinite strength, and rushed into the camp of the Heavenly Evil Ghost Soldiers, and knocked the ghost soldiers away with one punch. The ghost soldier slashed with an axe, and the effect was not great.

Han Xiangjun didn't know that technique, nor did he know martial arts, so he could only sit on the horse with a puff of anger at the moment, watching the group of people and horses fight with the evil ghost soldiers in the sky. At that moment, Han Xiangjun hated in his heart, why was he just a mortal, and he had no ability. If you have some ability, you may be able to help Liu Qingyang share his worries. At that moment, Han Xiangjun prayed in his heart: "Then Liu Qingyang must not have anything happen." Although that man is hateful, he is also chivalrous and brave, and he can't just die. ”