The top ten Heavenly Kings, thousands of top Heavenly Monarchs, and 100,000 of the most elite Celestial-level warriors rushed into the endless dense fog like a tiger entering a flock.

Given the privileges of the two great strange formations, all the living places in the formation were also projected into everyone's soul sea by Xintian in detail, even if it was a celestial-level monk, at this time, he could easily torture and kill the Jiang Clan Heavenly Monarch who was suppressed by the two great strange formations.

For top Heavenly Monarchs such as the Flint Heavenly Monarch, killing these opponents of the same level is even more like chopping melons and vegetables.

The top ten heavenly kings were given the privilege of guerrilla warfare alone.

Of course, the biggest motivation for killing is to loot for wealth.

The most inferior monks here are all Heavenly Monarch level, and for these escort soldiers of Xintian, every Meizu monk is a mobile "small treasury".

Especially the unique soul crystals of Meizu on their bodies, which are extremely sought-after good things in the human realm.

Kill as soon as possible, and get rich silently.

In the thick fog, one tragedy after another was staged.

A team of Heavenly Monarch-level Meizu monks were at a loss to wander through the mist, becoming more and more frightened and irritable.

The endless fog is misty and sticky, not only is it extremely difficult for the body to break free from as if it is stuck in a quagmire, but even the consciousness seems to gradually fall into it, becoming trance and restless.

What's even more strange is that these reactions that usually seem extremely abnormal, these Meizu monks don't feel abnormal at all, as if the world and themselves should be like this.

Whether it was the transmission of souls between their companions or the questioning of external commanders, their reactions were extremely normal, as if they were just walking in an ordinary white mist.

As we go deeper and deeper in the fog, all kinds of illusions also appear frequently, such as hometowns, families, places of cultivation, places of adventure, and even flowers and candles in cave houses, first-time fathers and mothers......

All kinds of illusions, and so on.

The difference is only because of each other's different backgrounds, experiences, and experiences.

I don't know how long this state of affairs lasted, but suddenly, an unbearable pain struck, and all illusions disappeared, leaving the world in front of me only blood-red.

Severe pain, coldness, blurred perception......

It wasn't until the last moment of their lives that these Meizu monks were conscious for a moment, but unfortunately, this moment of sobriety was no longer enough for them to pass on important news.

"Hurry up and loot the loot and shift your position!" a grim Terran celestial-level monk snorted.

The Terran squad that killed this group of Meizu monks was only about thirty people, and all of them were celestial-level cultivators.

Thirty against hundreds, heavenly people against heavenly monarchs, it seems that there is a huge difference in strength, but this team of Terrans did a clean job, and slaughtered one hundred and ten heavenly monarch-level Meizu monks like chopping melons and vegetables.

The power of non-combat is completely dependent on the power of the two strange formations of "fog and fire" and "misty earth".

Relying on the investment of massive resources of Xintian completely regardless of the cost.

Soon, the heaven-level treasures, the heaven-level talismans, and the more precious soul crystals were all divided up by the team of thirty people, and the corpses were also collected into a spatial ring.

A perfect fight, an amazing takeaway.

With a sense of satisfaction, the team of thirty quickly threw themselves into the next killing.

Looking at the entire misty space, there are at least three or four thousand such Terran hunting squads, in addition, there are more powerful and efficient Heavenly Monarch clans, and Heavenly King powerhouses who fight alone guerrillas.

And the target of the first wave of killings was only aimed at the Tianjun powerhouse of Meizu, and the efficiency of this kind of killing made even Xintian himself feel a little astonished.

Through the teleportation channel of the formation, Xintian continuously obtained one after another spatial rings full of the corpses of Meizu monks, and each spatial ring contained at least tens of thousands of corpses.

In just half a stick of incense, Xintian received five or six hundred such rings!

"Good girl!" Xintian gasped, "In such a short time, we have killed five or six million Meizu Heavenly Monarch monks! This is more efficient than killing pigs!"

The killing speed of the monk world is terrifying.

What made Xintian's heart bloom even more was that it was only half a stick of incense, and the harvest of the water of ten thousand transformations alone had far surpassed the massacre in Blue Blood City!

"Hmph-what's the coke?!" At this time, Xinwa's somewhat muffled voice came, "Master, you don't see how much we have invested!"

"This half-burnt incense time, just the energy consumption, is worth at least tens of thousands of points!"

One point can almost be worth two or three hundred million Xinghai coins, and ordinary Tianjun-level monk slaves can buy ten or eight, and in this short time of half a burnt incense, tens of thousands of points have been consumed, Xintian is not distressed, as the "new little housekeeper", Xinwa is going to be distressed and bleeding.

"Master, it's not me saying you, you should at least divide the net worth of those Meizu monks in half!" Xinwa then muttered dissatisfiedly, "Otherwise, the more enemies we kill, the more we will lose money!"

A Heavenly Monarch-level monk has a considerable net worth, not to mention that these Meizu Heavenly Monarchs have been stationed in the ice domain for a long time, and they have already scavenged a lot of money one by one.

Their net worth combined, can definitely make up for Xintian's consumption tenfold, hundredfold or even more!

"What do children know!" Xinwa's "money fan" face made Xintian a little funny, and he didn't bother to explain to him.

In Xintian's heart, this escort team has no intention of returning it when it is brought out!

The ten heavenly kings, all of them are the top cultivators of the heavenly kings, and they rarely meet opponents in the same rank, and the same is true of the heavenly monarchs and celestial-level warriors.

Such high-quality human resources have to be cultivated by Xintian itself, and I really don't know how many years it will take.

With the continuous improvement of cultivation, Xintian has continuously harvested a large number of perfect puppets, but most of Xintian's perfect puppets are of different races, which is quite inconvenient to use in the human realm.

Whether it is the Earth, the Desolate Universe or even the headquarters of the Dan Weapon Alliance, Xintian urgently needs to cultivate a group of forces that are completely of its own, and this elite escort team fully meets all of Xintian's requirements.

The so-called collection of people's hearts, Xintian is to let everyone in this escort team know in their hearts - follow Xintian and have meat to eat!

I can't get rid of it when the time comes!

"However, the consumption is a bit too big...... "Xintian has never made a loss-making deal, "I really want to think of something else!"

These resources exchanged by Xintian are worth hundreds of thousands of points, and if they are all consumed, they can only destroy the other party's hundreds of millions of Heavenly Monarch cultivators, and they really can't affect the overall situation.

"600,000 Heavenly Kings, 500 million or 600 million Heavenly Monarchs......" Xintian now knows the military strength of Meizu well, and occupies a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but "eating" the other party's hundreds of millions of Heavenly Monarch monks is far from satisfying his appetite.

"It's a pity that Tianzun's power can't be used!"

Xintian didn't have any pedantic thoughts in his heart that "Tianzun won't win", Xintian was afraid that he could use Tianzun to deal with Meizu's heaven-level monks, and Meizu could do the same, and it was even more harmful.

If a Meizu Tianzun really went crazy and slaughtered low-level monks all over the Ice Continent, then the loss of the Ice Clan would be too great.

"Flint Heavenly Monarch, they should have been looted almost......" At this time, more than half of the resources of the Great Array had been consumed, and the Meizu Heavenly Monarch-level monks had also been exterminated as many as sixty or seventy million, just as Xintian thought, in the escort team, except for the ten top Heavenly Kings, the others had already made a fortune and had cramps.

"All back!" Through the formation, Xintian's voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone in the escort team, "It's time to show some hole cards and make a big move!"

......

Outside the snowy city, in the majestic snow-white palace.

"The three-day period is coming!" Jiang Wuya, who was on the soft chair, suddenly spoke, "Everyone, it will be our turn to appear soon!"

The battle of heaven-level monks is just an appetizer, and what really determines the battle is the decisive battle between Tianzun.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

Most of the people present are the Tianzun of the Jiang clan, there are as many as four hundred, and there are nearly a hundred Tianzun of the Shuimu family, all of whom have long been ready for a decisive battle.

Or rather, they are ready to wash in blood and loot Falling Snow City!

"It's just that the dense fog outside the falling snow city doesn't seem to have dissipated, could there be any problems?"

Shuimu Yang not only has excellent strength, but also has a longer lifespan than Jiang Wuya, and has long developed the habit of being cautious in everything.

Just by instinct, Mizuki Yang couldn't look at the huge fog outside Falling Snow City.

"Nalan Wushuang himself said that it was just a celestial phenomenon, and it would not get in the way......" Until now, more than 60 million Meizu monks have died, and Jiang Wuya still doesn't realize the deadly killing machine hidden in the dense fog.

This is not only the credit of the two great formations, but also the credit of the Ice Venerable, the formation master, who covered it up.

"Brother Wuya, isn't it right!" At this time, Mizuki Yue stared at the huge crystal ball in front of her, her face a little solemn, "Those dense fogs, how do I feel that something is wrong!"

"Do you feel that in the thick fog, there seems to be some ...... Dead air?"

Tianzun is a supreme powerhouse, and his perception is too terrifying, although he is far away, and with only the projection in a crystal ball, Shui Mu Yang can even detect a trace of aura hidden in the dense fog!

"Death!" Jiang Wuya's heart was agitated for no reason, and his body sat up suddenly, "It seems, there really is!"

At this time, it was not only these Tianzun powerhouses of Meizu who sensed the dead qi in the dense fog, but also the Ice Clan Heavenly Venerables such as Nalan Wushuang, Nalan Feixue, Bing Yun, and Bing Xiang were at the head of Falling Snow City at this time, and their perception of this dead qi was naturally more obvious.

"How many people do you have to die to have such a terrifying death qi!" Feeling the strange death qi that reached the depths of his soul, Nalan Wushuang couldn't help but secretly speak.

Even if they were far away, a trace of dead air faintly revealed in the dense fog made Nalan Wushuang change color slightly.

"Ancestor, rest assured, those who died were all Meizu Heavenly Monarchs!" With the existence of Xintian, Nalan Feixue knew the battle situation well, "Without this dead air, Fujun would have killed at least sixty million Meizu Heavenly Monarch monks!"

"With this dead air, hehe...... This greeting gift from my husband really surprised Feixue!"