On the battlefield that was immersed in blood, the entire void became scorching with the appearance of the oven.

The firelight that permeated the four fields, and the sound of the oven bursting swept in, attracting the attention of countless warriors. The oven in the center of the battlefield is like a volcano about to burst, and people gradually feel a hint of danger.

Several ancestors of the Drifting Snow Palace all frowned.

The smell of the oven, they had felt in the Drifting Snow Palace......

In the void, Murong Yan's eyes closed slightly, and he entered a mysterious state. It was as if everything in heaven and earth had nothing to do with him. In his hands, there was only a fluttering array seal, only a furnace.

In his heart, there is only a formation.

Gradually, the flames in the oven became hotter and hotter, and the breath that permeated it became more and more terrifying.

Next to Murong Yan, Lin Huang also controlled the formation. In the center of the formation, the power of several heavenly and earthly treasures was constantly refined, just waiting for the moment when Murong incinerated the furnace......

Squeak.

In the void, the cry of a blood crow suddenly sounded.

Then the blood crow screamed loudly, boiling like a sea, which made people's souls frightened. Countless warriors looked up, only to see that the blood crows in the valley all flew towards Murong Yan at this moment, heading towards the surging furnace.

There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in the scream.

Fear of the oven.

Therefore, these innumerable, first-class blood crows will completely crush the person in the void and completely kill it.

"Snow drifting in the world!"

At this moment, a whisper suddenly sounded in the void.

I saw Yan Zangfeng's one-armed, slowly falling from the void. With the wave of the long sleeves, heavy snow fell in the sky within a radius of ten miles, guarding Murong Yan. The snowflakes are poignant and endless, like a storm sweeping through the wind, killing all the blood crows that rush to kill.

The void scene made all the warriors on the battlefield a little dumbfounded.

In the heavy snow, the one-armed middle-aged man is walking leisurely, and the snowflakes are flying in the sky with the wave of his sleeves, and one person is blocking the endless torrent of blood crows like a big river.

Even no matter how strong Wuhou is, it is impossible to be so chic.

After more than half a day of fighting, the wild goose hidden feng was not stained with blood, although he only had one arm, he was stronger than all the warriors here.

"Yan Zangfeng, he will be a generation of martial kings!"

A warrior sighed.

Only a strong man in the realm of the Martial King can be so calm and calm when facing the blood crows that are pouring from the sky.

"It is worthy of more than 70 years of martial arts mythology, which is amazing!"

"It's a pity...... Even a powerhouse in the realm of the Martial King, in the face of such a vast army of blood crows, he is inexhaustible!"

......

On the battlefield, while the warrior was surprised, his heart was also extremely heavy.

Whether it is Yan Zangfeng or Xuanyuan raising troops, they are afraid that the martial artists of the Eastern Spirit Realm will be thrown out of a large distance. But even the two people at the peak of the world were helpless in the face of Yin Yang Valley, so how powerful should the evil king be?

Ahh......h

Just when tens of thousands of warriors felt the invisible pressure, the screams of warriors suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

And more than one.

It was endless, and on the entire battlefield that spanned hundreds of miles, countless screams sounded instantly. Along with those screams, there was also a blood mist bursting in the void.

The sudden change made all the warriors' faces change......

Thousands of warriors turned their heads, only to find that on the blood-soaked battlefield, countless black robes appeared, all holding scythes, and their bodies were filled with a cold aura.

At a glance, there were as many as 3,000 people.

In the void, Xuanyuan Tibing looked at the black-clothed warriors who were emerging one after another, and a cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then Xuanyuan turned his head and looked in the direction of Yan Zangfeng......

The wind was long and the snow was terrible.

Endless blood crows are like a river, surging into the snow drifting world, even if the body turns into powder.

Well?

At this moment, Yan Zangfeng suddenly hummed.

I saw that in the heavy snow, there was a crow covered in pitch black. In the face of the terrifying destructive power of snowflakes, he actually survived.

The pitch-black crow not only survived, but also survived.

Not only was he safe and sound, but he also approached Yan Zangfeng. And it wasn't until the pitch-black crow flew in front of Yan Zangfeng's eyes that the latter noticed it.

As soon as Yan Zangfeng reacted, the pitch-black crow let out a long roar, and then the murderous aura that erupted was like the sea bursting its banks, drowning Yan Zangfeng. The pitch-black crow is like a sharp sword, sonorous, killing the wild goose......

And in the battlefield, the moment the three thousand black robes appeared, they condensed into a large array.

On the battlefield where the bones are piled up, the mysterious and complex blood-colored formations circulate, like monsters sucking blood, quietly devouring the blood on the battlefield. At the same time, it also made all the warriors on the battlefield move with blood and blood, the skin and flesh slowly cracked, and blood overflowed.

The faces of tens of thousands of warriors changed slightly, and there were doubts, surprises, and murderous aura in their eyes.

Obviously, these three thousand black robes are the people of the Blood Spirit Palace.

Naturally, these people could not appear out of thin air, so the only explanation was that the black robe of the Three Thousand Blood Spirit Hall had long been hidden among thousands of martial artists, waiting for the present moment.

And when they fought against the blood crows before, these people didn't know how many black hands they had done in the dark.

However, there are tens of thousands of warriors here, so why should they be afraid in the face of three thousand black robes. Only in the midst of this shouting and killing, tens of thousands of warriors were like goshawks, slashing towards the three thousand black robes in the valley.

In the face of the countless warriors who came from the torrent of steel, the three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall did not seem to be afraid, and those indifferent and ruthless eyes seemed to have a taste of disdain, like a goshawk in the sky looking down on the ants on the ground.

Bang......

Bang bang.

At this moment, something happened suddenly.

I saw that the warriors who rushed to kill, and those who had not yet approached the Blood Spirit Palace, fell to the ground with their heads up, as if they had been pulled out of the muscles and bones in their bodies, like mud, and then turned into a pool of blood and water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and merged into the blood-colored array of the valley.

Countless warriors stopped, their faces shocked.

They looked at their bodies, only to find that the wounds that had not been noticed before were rapidly expanding, and the vitality was gurgling out, and the whole body was like a funnel.

The realm fell rapidly.

Along with their countenances, they began to grow old, and their lives began to drain.

Thousands of warriors raised their heads and looked at the black-robed people who were holding scythes and controlling the blood-colored array, like falling into an ice cellar.

I never thought that the seemingly inconspicuous blood-colored array would be able to devour the realm and lifespan of a martial artist, killing people invisibly.

What a terrible tactic.

With the passage of time, the blood-colored formation in the valley became more and more dazzling, and the light flowed, like a sea of blood, drowning thousands of martial artists.

And in the sky above the battlefield, Yan Zangfeng no longer seemed to have the previous calm and calm, and one arm fought with the dark crow, which seemed to be very laborious......

(End of chapter)