Between heaven and earth, the war has resumed, and it is becoming more and more fierce and terrifying.

Under the long sky, the glow is ten thousand, and the color is thousand.

The tiger roars and the dragon groans.

The guns shine brightly.

Divine Chain Internment.

Daoyin is in the dust.

Countless Saint King realms stretched out, causing the void to crack and illuminate the mountains and rivers.

Such a big war is already very understandable.

Suddenly, Song Hanshan, who was surrounded and killed in the middle, let out a long roar, like an overlord of heaven and earth suddenly descended on the world. I saw that the latter's body was full of treasures, his body was dozens of feet high, and his body was full of quenched gold. A punch and a kick shake the mountains and rivers and destroy the withering and decaying.

Lin Huang looked at Song Changling's ** who suddenly became stronger, and his face changed, "This is ...... Eight Desolation Town Demon Body!"

Not only Lin Huang was stunned, but the other few people on the battlefield were also incredible, they didn't expect that Song Hanshan still had a remnant of the move, the Holy Body.

Eight Desolation Town Demon Body!

As soon as the Holy Body came out, Song Hanshan was like an invincible overlord, evolving the world with his physical body and suppressing the Eight Desolations. With one punch and one kick, he repelled Brother Shu Jian and Granny Hua.

Then, Song Hanshan punched like a mountain and slashed towards the Southern Tang Eleven.

"Burn the world!"

Nantang Eleven's eyes were calm, looking at Song Hanshan, who had been killed, his arms and sleeves were like flags, only between waves, the fire around his body was monstrous, forming an endless sea of karmic fire.

Clang.

In the sea of industry, there is a phoenix chanting.

The monstrous glow shone on the world, and the hundred-foot-long fiery phoenix was covered with the power of nirvana and reincarnation, and rushed towards the demon body of the Eight Desolation Towns in Song Han Mountain.

In the long sky, looking at the phoenix that suddenly appeared, Lin Huang's brows furrowed for a moment, and he fell into deep thought.

Rumble.

In the void, there was a shocking noise.

I saw Song Hanshan, who was wearing the demon body of the Eight Desolation Town, collided with the Phoenix, which immediately caused turmoil in the mountains and rivers, and ten thousand rays of light shot out, stabbing everyone unable to open their eyes.

"It is worthy of the talent of the Southern Tang family, but if you want to stop this king, your Southern Tang Huang Clan's burning technique is not good!"

In the void, Song Hanshan laughed, and the demon body of the Eight Desolation Town, which was almost shattered, reunited, staring at Nantang Eleven condescendingly, "Unless Nan Tang Zhi, or someone who called him Huang Xuanzhi comes in person." Or maybe the legendary Phoenix Ayasha in the Phoenix clan who has comprehended the Taixuan Nirvana Sutra appeared, and only then did he have the strength to fight with this king!"

"Really?"

Nantang Eleven's expression remained unchanged, he was in the midst of the sea of fire, staring coldly at Song Hanshan in the sky, and his thin lips spit lightly: "Nirvana returns!"

As the words fell, the hundred-zhang phoenix, which had originally collided with Song Hanshan and died, let out a long roar again, and it returned from the endless sea of karmic fire, and its breath climbed up steadily.

"Let's let this king see how strong the Saint King Song Hanshan on the legendary list is!"

In an instant, the phoenix in the void groaned, carrying the monstrous flames, and killed Song Hanshan again.

Song Hanshan's eyes froze, and he also went to fight in front of him.

Boom.

Between heaven and earth, the terrifying collision resumed, and it did not have the slightest skill, nor the slightest fancy. Only the most primitive and savage forces hit one place.

Between the vast heaven and the earth, the light shines brightly.

After the collision, Song Hanshan's body cracked, and the corners of his mouth vomited blood.

However, his gaze was still sharp, the expression between his eyebrows was still conceited, and he was dressed in the broken Eight Desolation Town Demon Body, slowly stepping into the battlefield, and his battle intent became more and more terrifying.

And in the monstrous sea of fire, there was a whining roar.

Only between the waves of Nantang Eleven's hand, the endless flames boiled and gradually turned purple. The terrifying incineration power spread out, and even the void popped and was incinerated by it.

In the vast sea of fire, a phoenix appeared again.

It's just ten zhang in size.

However, its body was surrounded by sky-high purple flames, and the moment it appeared, it made Song Hanshan's footsteps pause.

In the void, Lin Huang stroked his stomach with one hand, he no longer cared about the true origin of the shadow family of Nantang, but stared closely at the battle in the void.

The battle of the Holy King was not something that his little martial marquis could watch.

This affects the mood of the warrior.

At least the soul is turbulent, and the worst is crazy.

But he had to watch.

Because his glimmer of life is in this big war. He can't afford to miss a single thing, and he has to deduce the direction of the entire battle.

In the void, Southern Tang Eleven and Song Hanshan fought again.

And Ge Shujian, Granny Hua, and the people of the Three Sects and Six Mansions also joined the battle, either rushing away with spears in their hands, or forming a large formation to block the heavens and the earth.

A big war, intensifying.

Just the aftermath poured out, and the entire Hundred Battles City was almost destroyed.

Lin Huang held his stomach with his hands, his eyes locked on the battlefield, and he kept breathing, as if he didn't want to be nervous, like a seasoned hunter, waiting for an opportunity.

That chance, perhaps, will not be until the end of the war.

But he had to wait.

In the void, Song Hanshan was dressed in ethereal white, but he was like an invincible overlord, and he punched Granny Hua, Pei Xiufu, Lu Donghuang and others.

The Southern Tang Eleven sealed in the rear, and the sea of fire around him gradually turned from purple to gold.

In the sea of fire, there seems to be a world-destroying force condensing.

Lin Huang's eyes froze, "It's now!"

As he spoke, Lin Huang's palm moved slightly, and he took out a thunderball from the Xuanhai Sea and threw it towards the center of the battlefield.

......

In the void, Song Hanshan was dressed in a holy body, like a peerless warrior who overwhelmed all directions, and between the swings of a punch, it was like an overlord shattering the heavens and the earth. Directly blasted Granny Hua, Pei Xiufu and Lu Donghuang away.

Just as the three of them were flying upside down, that thunderball appeared on the battlefield.

appeared in front of Song Hanshan.

Song Hanshan waved out his palm, but his face had changed greatly before he fell, looking at the pitch-black thunderball in front of him, which was only the size of a fist, and suddenly felt the arrival of death.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and withdrew his palm, but it was too late......

In an instant, the thunderball exploded.

It doesn't look like it will explode in the slightest damage.

Rumble!

Boom!

Rumble!!

The vast heaven and earth, only the moment the thunderball exploded, it was covered by endless pitch-black ink thunder, filled with the aura of destruction that killed the Holy King.

Thousands of feet away, Lin Huang looked at the swept thunder sea. Crushing the Quartet with the power of destroying the withered and decaying, it is like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

In the midst of the battle, the Holy Kings of the Three Sects and Six Prefectures were stunned, and when they saw the thunderball exploding, they had already begun to flee.

But at the moment when the thunder sea swept through, they died.

Even if it is a dignified generation of martial saints, when facing the terrifying thunder sea, it is like a group of small ants, dying in an instant, and their bodies turn into powder.

Even the golden sea of fire in Southern Tang Eleven was extinguished in an instant under the pressure of the pitch-black thunder sea.

Outside the battlefield, the forest barren clay sculpture wood carving has been for a long time.

Originally...... The pitch-black thunder sea where Qin Changsheng was strolling leisurely at the beginning really had such terrifying power, even more powerful than he imagined.

And Song Hanshan, which was at the center of the thunderball explosion, had already been submerged by the endless thunder sea.

I don't know if it's life or death......