The night was thick, and dark and cold blood flowed from the crumbling corpses, winding to cover the sky and the earth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the deep darkness of the night, the boundless thick ink smeared heavily on the sky, and the sky was dark, as if the end had come.

Far away in the sky, a ray of white light flickered across the border, as if a catastrophe was earth-shattering, and the cold air blocked the light.

The sky roared and shook people's hearts.

On the battlefield of the Ghost God Gate.

A desperate battle is suddenly going on, the strong people from all walks of life, fighting for themselves, and the only remaining hope in people's hearts is burning blood.

The battlefield of the strong and the fighting with all their might, set off the cruelty of this world.

The main gate of the ghosts and gods, the two world-level overlords face off.

The scene was grand, the impact was widespread, the clouds and rain, the thunder and lightning were combined, it was unbelievable that a monk who had not yet transcended the world could fight like this.

It's completely beyond people's understanding of combat.

The ghost dragon was calm and immovable, as immobile as a mountain, and the majestic coercion filled the entire battlefield, and the gravel on the ground felt this terrifying momentum, trembling repeatedly, as if an earthquake was about to strike.

The earth shook and deafened, and the coercion resisted the wrath of thunder.

The ghost king's voice was huge, and the sound of evil spirits came out of his nose, breaking the waves, the tide rolling, shaking the air and splashing waves, as if tearing the space.

The heavenly thunder led out, who competed, the ghost king was suspended on the ghost mountain, the volley was ethereal, the fingertips were a little bit, and the wrinkled waves of qi continued to impact the ghost dragon.

"Hahaha......"

The laughter was heartfelt and intimidating.

The ghost dragon stepped on both feet, stood firm, used his strength, and exerted his strength, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I didn't disappoint the deity!"

A layer of energy was formed around the two of them, separating this area, and the cultivators were weak, and they didn't even have the qualifications to take a look.

The two sides once fought each other, causing everyone to avoid it, and no one wanted to be involved in such a catastrophe.

A battle of this level is already infinitely close to the tipping point of human beings, and Rao is a genius who is difficult to get involved in such a battle for ten thousand years.

People who run away can't believe that this is something that mortal bodies can do.

This is the real catastrophe!

However, beyond that, there is another side of the battlefield.

Three ghost generals roared into the wind and swept across the battlefield, resisting the invasion of monks from all walks of life.

With a roar, many monks rushed forward, and they couldn't get involved in the battle between the ghost dragon and the ghost king, but the treasure was in the Netherworld Cave Mansion, and it was still possible to take it!

At this point, there was only one step away from the Supreme Treasure, and many monks tried their best to rush away.

In the face of the impact of many monks, the ghost general snorted coldly, and the big sword in his hand was majestic, like an undefeated god of war, breaking through one hole after another in the crowd.

At this time, the people from the Demon God Heavenly Palace also rushed up.

The Bat Baby Demon Lord stopped one of the ghost generals and said with a sinister smile: "It seems that if I don't defeat you, it will still be a little difficult to get over." ”

The ghost general's pupils are bottomless, as if there is no life, but he is the representative of power and a powerful spokesperson.

"If you want to take away the artifact, you have to pay the price of your life!"

The two ghost generals fought with the two demon lords, and the battle was boiling hot.

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On the other hand, the Three-Eyed Demon Lord and the Wine Maniac fought evenly between victory and defeat, they all came for the Supreme Treasure, but seeing the rest of the monks constantly rushing into the field, it was inevitable that they would be attacked by someone.

So, Ling Yu's thirteen swords appeared, and they watched the two fight evenly between the winners and losers, intending to intervene in it.

Dealing with the Three-Eyed Demon Lord, the drunkard was still sure, but when he saw Ling Yu's thirteen swords surrounding them, his expression was not only worried.

This group of guys, in normal times, the Li River has been in a big trouble by them, and Dongtian has suffered many times in September.

Now, the thirteen swords of Ling Yu are united, and even if they are masters with profound cultivation, they are invincible.

At that moment, the wine said angrily: "Three-eyed Demon Lord, do you want to live?"

The Three-Eyed Demon Lord also stopped his hand and said angrily: "Live or not, it's not up to you to decide." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to survive, let's rush out together, don't give them a chance!"

Ling Yu Thirteen Swords Leader, listening to Feng Nan, smiled slightly, and said: "Since you are involved in the catastrophe, you must be prepared for death, seeing that you plan to join forces in order to survive, although it is moving, it is really ridiculous." ”

The wine maniac's expression became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Listen to Fengnan, don't bully, come over and fight me alone, see the madman, I won't break your legs!"

"Hehe, the dogs bark much better than you, and now that they are lambs in the pen, they don't have to struggle. Hearing Feng Nan move slightly, several monks behind him drew their swords and attacked the two of them.

The wine maniac gritted his teeth, and when he saw the master coming, he had to let go, his body flashed left and right, and at the same time he picked up his own wine recipe, his face was flushed, and he was about to explode.

Ling Yu's thirteen swords are fierce, and each of them can be a good hand in a battle with a hundred, and in terms of cultivation, no one is worse than a drunkard.

However, when twelve masters of this level were gathered together, then anyone who was besieged was only dying.

Hearing Feng Nan, seeing that the drunken desire was about to attack, he said sharply: "Hurry up and stop him from doing his luck!"

When the rest of the people heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, so they quickened their movements and chased after them.

I saw that the hands of the drunkard were sealed, and a vast energy gushed out violently in his chest, and with the continuous swing, the range of attack was extremely wide.

The monks thought it was spewing flames, but who knew that a jet of water was coming towards them, and it would be useless to swing their swords in time.

Droplets of water fell on the monk, wetting a piece.

Hearing Feng Nan seeing this, he secretly screamed badly, and shouted in a broken voice: "Bastard, get out of the way!"

"Hehe, want to escape?" The drunkard succeeded in his trick and began to fight back, what about your twelve masters?

I want to swallow the sky, only fire!

Then his chest swelled again, and a burst of fire erupted, and then he saw the fire snakes scurrying around, and the twelve monks were instantly drowned in the sea of fire.

The intense heat continued to rise, the air around them thundered, and the light in the sky was illuminated in pitch black, as if the sky was about to be burned to ashes.

The fires were raging and raging.

The furious fire continued to scorch the earth.

Seeing this, the Three-Eyed Demon Lord immediately made a move, and with his magic skills, a black mist immediately dispersed, and the third eye was incomparably deep, like an endless abyss, and the gazer trembled, unable to move.

The thirteen swords of Ling Yu were stared at by the Demon Eye, and the powerful coercion covered with demonic energy, filling their actions.

Immediately, the drunkard took a deep breath and once again performed his mastery.

The meridians continued to contract, and all the energy in the body accumulated to the lungs, and the face bulged like a frog, and the body became extremely heavy.

The drunkard's limbs were buried in the ground, as if he wanted to stand firm, not to be affected by the exercises.

I saw a breath of energy spurting out.

Drunken three-style!

Endless hurricanes erupted from his mouth, overwhelming mountains and seas, and the air was repulsed, constantly pushing, and the super-air waves were crushing towards the fire, and the momentum was so great that it was impossible to resist.

The wind and waves with the coercion of the strong were overwhelming, suppressing the majestic fire, and with half a breath, the strong wind was violent, blowing down all beings.

It's like a lightning storm that blows everything to ashes.

If you look closely, the hurricane is constantly spinning, the turbulence is coercive, and it has great lethality, and the turbulent currents converge into countless sharp blades, cutting the battlefield in a wide area.

Caught in the hurricane, all the bones remained.

The weak monks were about to rush into the Ghost God Gate, but they were blown away by a sudden hurricane.

When the storm of death passed, there was not even any scum left on the ground.

Looking closely, the drunkard himself was pushed back dozens of meters away by the strong recoil, and his hands and feet pulled out four straight marks on the ground.

It's terrifying!

The monks who survived were shocked, and in the middle of the battlefield was a thunderbolt battle between the Ghost King and the Ghost Dragon.

On the left side of the battlefield is the battle of fire and wind of the thirteen swords in the realm of this drunken mania.

They felt this fear from the bottom of their hearts, and this catastrophe was indeed not something that ordinary people could set foot in.

All of a sudden, many monks began to flee from the Oni God Gate.

I saw that the five young people of the Immortal Sect suddenly entered, and with the help of the chaotic scene, they rushed towards the entrance of the Ghost God Gate.

"Let's speed up, we have to rescue the eldest lady quickly!" Qian Xun said with a firm expression.

Su Xiao, Ma Wei, Tie Li, and Li Jiujian suddenly quickened their pace and rushed towards the entrance.

At this moment, a burst of red light flashed on the right side of the battlefield, lighting up the dark night, covering everything as if the end was coming.