When millions of monks heard Lei Li's shout, they immediately responded one after another.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"Unite! Unite!"

"Break this formation! Attack the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty! Capture Zhang Zichen alive! Open the treasure of the Jade Emperor's Peerless Vein!"

......

Seeing such a battle, Yuan Yangzi, Duanmu Batian, Zhang Zichen and all the disciples of Penglai Immortal Island turned pale one by one.

This is what they fear the most.

If the opponent is scattered, it will not be able to break this formation at all.

But if the millions of monks on the other side unite as one, unite and attack in groups.

I'm afraid that their formation of 50,000 people will soon be broken.

The crowd was worried.

And the other side.

Hearing everyone's pandering voice, Lei Li smiled and said: "Okay, good, then everyone can listen to it, I'll gather my true qi later, I'll count one, two, three, and when it's three, everyone will release their true qi together and attack this gossip image!"

Under the call of Lei Li, millions of disciples stood on their own, and they were wrapped in the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty Sect from all directions.

The sun in the sky has disappeared.

The crowd of monks who covered the sky and the sun shone brightly from the body of one person.

That's when they are gathering their true qi and pouring it into their palms, just waiting for the thunder power to give an order, and all the true qi will impact together.

The consequences are worrying.

After a period of discussion and arrangement, millions of disciples were already waiting for him.

Lei Li himself gathered blue true qi in his palm, and then he tore open his throat and began to shout.

"One!"

"Two!"

With every shout from Lei Li, the morale of all the monks on their side soared.

And the disciples of Penglai Immortal Island heard Lei Li's shout, and they were extremely frightened.

Resist as much as you can.

"Three!"

When Lei Li's shout called 'Three', all the monks, millions of monks, attacked violently with the true qi that had been gathered in their palms.

Rumble!

Countless rays of light hit the huge white gossip image.

Rumble!

The gossip images suddenly collapsed.

Just one hit!

Millions of monks, gathering the strength of all people, just one blow, the gossip map collapsed.

Look at those Penglai Immortal Island disciples sitting cross-legged on the ground.

50,000 people, more than half, nearly 30,000 disciples, vomited blood and died.

Some people with low cultivation were directly shocked to the point that their bodies exploded, turned into flesh and blood, and splashed everywhere.

There were also nearly 10,000 disciples, all of whom were seriously injured, vomiting blood again and again, their faces were pale, and they couldn't fight anymore.

Not to mention these people, even if it is Duanmu Xue and other monks in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, all of them vomit blood.

Moreover, even the monks of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm turned pale one by one.

"That's amazing!"

Zhang Zichen worked hard to use his true qi to control the chaotic aura in his body, and it was not easy to suppress it.

When Zhang Zichen looked back, he found this situation.

More than 30,000 disciples, all of whom died.

The remaining more than 10,000 disciples were also seriously injured under this earthquake and completely lost their combat effectiveness.

On the entire island, there must not be more than thirty people who can stand up.

"Their formation has been broken!

"Kill!"

"Destroy Penglai Immortal Island!"

Millions of monks saw that the gate protection formation was broken, and most of the people on Penglai Immortal Island were killed and injured, and one by one they rushed towards the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

They're going to kill!

Huhuhu-

Above the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty, countless rays of light flew quickly.

And some slightly more powerful monks had already rushed in front of Zhang Zichen and them.

"Fight back!"

Zhang Zichen let out a loud shout, and a burst of golden light burst out of his body.

He was directly integrated with his metallic primordial spirit.

Zhang Zichen's metallic spirit has been cultivated to the realm of Great Perfection, and the hardness of the original god, combined with Zhang Zichen's strength, makes Zhang Zichen's body comparable to an immortal weapon.

The dozens of monks who rushed up first turned into a rain of blood under the flickering of Zhang Zichen's golden light.

Yuan Yangzi, Duanmu Batian, Long Fei and Scarlet Moon and others also sacrificed their weapons one after another, vigorously defended and counterattacked.

For a time, it was bloody.

Even the Golden Qilin Xiaojin, its speed is extremely fast, and its body is also very hard, and it can't break through its skin even if it is hit by more than a dozen knives.

In fact, if you think about it, you can know that this little gold is an ancient divine beast, and its physique is gold, so it is naturally not simple.

For a while, around the entire Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty Sect Immortal Island, the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

Countless corpses, blood and water, splattered everywhere.

It's just that the crowd in the dark sky can't be killed.

Han Li and Hou Yushu desperately slaughtered to Yuan Yangzi's side, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Zhang, quickly use the Master Token to sacrifice the 'Sect Guarding Formation for God and Demons'!"

Yuan Yangzi was stunned when he heard this: "To deal with these people, if we use the head token, then we will deal with those masters of the True Monarch Realm later, what should we do?"

That's what Motoyoko was worried about.

Because in the past three days, the five major forces of the Fire Clan, the Tu Clan, the Kunlun Holy Realm, the Jiang Family, and the Wang Family do not seem to have appeared.

Yuan Yangzi had already guessed the thoughts of those people.

He knew that those people just wanted to use these five million monks to consume their own strength, and they also used these people to consume the 'Sect Guarding Formation for Killing Gods and Demons'.

If this formation is sacrificed at this time, then in the future, how should we deal with those true monarchs and powerhouses?

However, Han Li pointed to the ground behind him with his hand: "Senior Brother Zhang, look for yourself, more than 50,000 people, more than 30,000 died at once, more than 10,000 are seriously injured, they are being killed!

"Yes, Senior Brother!" Hou Yushu agreed, "There are more than five million monks, even if we keep killing until our strength is exhausted, we can't finish killing!"

Yuan Yangzi was still hesitating, but at this time, Duanmu Batian's voice came: "Senior Brother Zhang, no matter what, let's save the disciples in the sect first, as for what will happen in the future? When the time comes, even if you die, you will die as you deserve, first open the lore formation, and kill these people!"

"That's it, open the lore formation over there!" Yuan Yangzi gritted his teeth and directly took out a master token from the space ring.

This master token, the color of bronze, reveals an ancient atmosphere on it.

On the token, the pattern of the entire Penglai Immortal Island is depicted, and every island of Penglai Immortal Island, whether large or small, is engraved on this token.

This is the head token of Penglai Xiandao, which has been inherited for 900,000 years.

Yuan Yangzi glanced around, and he saw that countless Penglai Immortal Islands had died tragically, and some people who were seriously injured had been killed directly without any resistance.