Xuanyuan has no phase.

In the past thousand years in the Eastern Spirit Realm, he has been the most powerful critic. debuted at the age of eighteen, and tested the luck of Dongling Feng Shui......

The seventh wedding in early July of the same year.

On the twelfth day of July, Cao Yangming of the Blood Spirit Hall broke the blockade of the Dragon Land, wanting to make the Yin Yang Valley manifest.

On July 15, Xuanyuan left home, gathered ten batches of masters to build the lock dragon land again, and sealed the Yin and Yang Valley with eight golden locks, wanting to completely extinguish this thousand-year-old fierce land in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

But the last step is missing......

On the seventh day after his death, Xuanyuan's son was born, and he had no father.

For this reason, the Xuanyuan family has done its best for seven hundred years of glory, Wubu Dongling, and washed the rivers and lakes with blood. Up and down the door, almost all of them were killed in battle, only eleven old people and three young people remained.

The associated dragon vein has been in place for two hundred years, and it will only be half a day since it returned. But with the soul flying away as a sacrifice, he wanted to control the power of heaven and earth to suppress the blood spirit hall, but Liu Cangsheng retreated from the stars.

Eventually, it turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared......

On the battlefield, the people of Xuanyuan Mansion looked at the clear heaven and earth and bowed down.

The Heroic Soul is gone, but the war continues.

At one end of the battlefield, the three major blood marquis of the Blood Spirit Palace, as well as more than 20 martial marquis, surrounded and killed the fierce slave martial king, and the battle lasted for hundreds of miles, killing the landslide and the ground cracked.

The fierce slave's punch and kick were all earth-shattering, sweeping away the Quartet.

The Blood Spirit Hall and the others were still ghostly, restraining the latter with strange evil arts.

On the other side of the battlefield, Liu Cangsheng was also killed out of anger, and his heart was terrified. The girl in red, who was seriously injured early in the morning, seemed to have a deep hatred for herself, clenched her silver teeth, and made herself feel the danger of death through endless means.

At this time, the remaining black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall was also killing the two of them, looking at the dragon yuan in Jun Qicheng's hand, his desire burned like a fire.

On the battlefield, those countless warriors who still had the strength to fight were also heading towards Long Yuan.

A dragon yuan once again triggered a tragic war.

The Xuanyuan Mansion Dixuan Shuangzi Battalion once again rushed into the battlefield and fought bloodily.

Lu Han was covered in blood and entered the battle with a gun.

Bai Xiaopang was shining with golden light, full of murderous aura and anger.

On the top of the mountain, Lin Cangxue tore her long sleeves and tied up her head full of green silk. Then a sword came west, and the blood-stained figure in white disappeared into the battlefield again.

Thundered.

A scuffle continued, and countless people killed Jun Qicheng, and some people killed Liu Cangsheng. There are tens of thousands of people overlapping inside and outside the battlefield, and they are endless.

The terrorist attack caused by the convergence of countless people was like a landslide and the earth cracked, and the angry sea came all over the sky.

In half an hour, Jun Qicheng was wounded in eighteen places, and Long Yuan lost the battlefield.

Liu Cangsheng was also completely angry, and Jianhe was clothed, rushed into the thousands of armies, and killed all sides. Everywhere he went, he was invincible, and his head was rolling down.

A sword stabbed out, ten miles longitudinal and horizontal.

When the crystal jade palm fell, it pierced the warrior's chest and removed the warrior's head, which was extremely terrifying.

He walked towards Long Yuan, his sword aura around him was like a sea, and his handsome face was full of conceit.

Liu Cangsheng threw a punch, and it landed on Bai Xiaopang's body, directly blasting the latter's indestructible body into countless shocking cracks. Then he threw eighteen punches in a row, shattering Bai Xiaopang's flesh and bones, and kneeling to the ground.

Another kick directly kicked the big white cat out of the battlefield and fell to the ground and passed out.

Liu Cangsheng was furious, but he walked calmly, and everywhere he went, there was no one to stop him, and the black robe of the Blood Killing Spirit Hall was like slaughtering pigs and dogs. Even in the face of the iron cavalry formed in Xuanyuan Mansion, the long sword roared, and dozens of heads were cut off in an instant.

Lu Han was shot and killed, and was directly penetrated through the chest by the latter's palm, not knowing whether he was alive or dead......

In the cold and dead body, Lin Huang looked at the scene in the battlefield. The anger in my heart was like a fire, my soul was about to burst, and the soul of the living burial frantically pounded against the dead body.

He can die, he can perish, he can have his soul imprisoned for eternity.

But he will never be allowed to be a guardian, like an ant trying to survive, and fall at the feet of Liu Cangsheng.

Looking at Bai Xiaopang's broken body, Lu Han's shocking scars, Lin Huang's soul wept and roared, and more and more frantically hit the dead body, vowing to break the curse of the sky.

Airplanes.

At this moment, the last trace of Heavenly Shura's immortal will surged, pulling Lin Huang's angry soul into the martial soul's body.

The soul entered the Heavenly Shura, which made Lin Huang's eyes startled, as if he had seen an ancient world.

It was a devastated mountain and river, and in the territory of tens of billions of miles, there was a sea of blood rushing and corpses like mountains.

The power of evil and the endless evil aura enveloped the nine heavens and ten earths, obscuring the sun and the moon, and plunging the heavens and the earth into endless darkness. In the eternal night, all living things are like ants crawling.

And above heaven and earth, it was as if there was a golden-clothed god, looking down indifferently at the heavens and the earth.

In the ancient world of the martyrdom, I don't know when a roar sounded that shook the heavens and stars...... I saw a figure in white appear in the dark world.

With the divine sword in his hand, he walked from the edge of the sky to the golden-clothed god.

Every step he takes, the young man in white is surrounded by a terrifying evil aura, and the heaven and the earth are clear.

In just a hundred steps, all the evil forces between heaven and earth have perished, and the great sun shines on the earth, shining on hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers.

And the white-clothed figure is no longer peaceful, he is surrounded by a monstrous aura, bloody hair is draped, and the divine sword is a demon, like a god of eternal killing, standing majestically between heaven and earth.

Overnight, a hundred steps into a demon!

The dawn disperses the earth, and hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers reappear bright. And those who are accustomed to the darkness of the night take it for granted that it is the golden-clothed god who has brought them rebirth.

They obediently prostrate at the feet of the golden-clothed god, but they were full of endless hostility towards the white-clothed figure.

Fear.

Hate.

Spitting.

......

The majestic figure that had become a demon in a hundred steps turned around, looked at the hundreds of millions of people who knelt at the feet of the golden-clothed god, and finally let out a sigh that would last for a hundred years, and killed the golden-clothed god.

At this moment, the Heavenly Shura and the soul of Lin Huang merged. Heavenly Shura suddenly opened his eyes, like a figure that had become a demon in a hundred steps, sighing, and instantly dispelled the curse of heaven in his body.

Rumble!

Bang!

In the Xuanhai, the Heavenly Shura was furious, like a world-beating overlord roaring out a hundred punches, breaking the Xuanhai's imprisonment, turning into an ancient will and merging into the flesh of the forest wilderness.

On the ruined battlefield, the desolate and silent flesh of the forest suddenly trembled, and the slender palm slapped the broken earth, and a force was slowly recovering.

Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes!

He looked at the battlefield where thousands of people were fighting, blood was flying, Liu Cangsheng held Long Yuan in his hand, stepped on Bai Xiaopang's body and walked forward, slapping Lin Cangxue to pieces with one palm, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Jun Chengcheng was surrounded by countless wounds, and his delicate snow-white little face was covered with blood, surrounded by hundreds of people, and it was difficult to fight anymore.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the nameless anger turned over like a sea of anger, and blood climbed in his dark eyes, like a sea of blood. The white hair was full of blood, and the scarlet was terrifying.

Click.

He suddenly knelt up, swallowed the Martial King Pill in one gulp, and pounded the earth with his fist angrily. The blood in his eyes became more and more terrifying, and gradually became hideous, cold, and ruthless!

Yes!

Under the long sky, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded, and the roar made the mountains and rivers crack.

Thousands of people turned their heads in shock, and in the corner of the battlefield before, a blood-colored figure slowly stood up, his eyes were red and cold and ruthless, his bloody hair and shawl were like a river, and the evil qi swept through his body for hundreds of miles......