"Division...... Master?! ”

Yang Yan's expression was crazy, and he spurted blood and knelt on the ground!

How could Shizun die? He was clearly one of the most powerful monks in Dongling!

Leaving him by himself is just to prove that without the protection of his old man, he can also regain the prestige of the Yang family. When he becomes famous all over the world, he will return to the Leshen Sect to take care of his master's old age.

Why not give him this chance?

"Master, don't worry, don't worry!" Shui Zhimei stood aside and jumped anxiously, because Yang Yan was overly sad, and the breath in his body was extremely unstable.

Different from Yang Yan's grief, Shui Chengzhi, who was standing in the sacrificial sword array, had an expression that was completely frightened and excessive!

Oh, my God!

Is that still the case with His Holiness? How can I survive?

At this moment, the idea of fleeing from this ghost place was faintly germinated in his heart, after all, the sword formation of the Ten Blades of the Eastern Spirit was one of the biggest targets for the Beiyan Barbarian cultivators!

How so?

No one could hear Yang Yan's sad cry, and no one could see Shui Chengzhi's miserable expression. The eyes of all the monks in Dongling were all focused on Master Yi'an.

Their expressions were shocked, and anger hadn't even risen from their faces, for the accident had come so quickly, too fast to digest.

After all, in everyone's hearts, the Great Perfection Cultivators in the late Yuan Infant period are all powerful and invincible quasi-venerables, even if they are invincible to their opponents, they have 10,000 means to protect themselves. For example, tearing open space, such as blasting magic weapons, and even sacrificing war beasts to die.

How is it possible to wipe out in one hit?

Like a multitude?

Could it be that Abu Yuyan came out?

No, his figure was still reflected on the thin wall of the divine wind, but the black wind of death just now was indeed his own shot!

Lian Zimao's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked up sharply and looked forward.

This is also the first time...... For the first time, there is a god barbarian ancestor, who can exert his magical powers before breaking the wall, affecting the direction of the entire battle!

Don't...... This is the incredible power of the Great Perfection of the Gods?

"Give me all back!" Enduring the pain in his heart and the tears under his eyes, Lian Zimiao called out to Wan Shuirong, Wu Hefeng and others.

This is Abu Yuyan's war book.

Supreme to Supreme.

If Lian Zimao didn't have the patience to wait for the moment when the two sides turned into gods, then he would first kill all the Dongling Yuanying Great Perfection before breaking the wall!

The situation is not good.

The Seven Venerables, Yi An died, and Feng Yunlai was seriously injured!

Feng Yunlai clutched his chest tightly, even when his forehead was smashed by the wine jug, blood slowly trickled down his head, and he didn't know it until he was in his eyes. Because his vision has long been red.

The dead disciples of the Feng family and the dead Yi An all made him see the scene of hell that he had never experienced before.

One second everyone was still crazy about the rebellion of the drunken beggar, and the next moment, everyone mourned Yi'an, who died silently, with sorrow.

This is the World War......

Cruel and deadly.

"Hah...... Ha ......" Feng Yunlai laughed dryly, a large amount of blood gushing out of his throat and eyes, and then he covered his mouth and whimpered lowly.

Call...... Call...... Call......

With Abu Yuyan's sudden attack, as well as the self-explosion protection of a large number of brute beasts, Lixi finally escaped the death of Lian Zimiao, threw the seriously injured Heba Zhitie to the camp of the Heba clan, and then staggered towards his own people.

When he looked up and saw the figure hurriedly ushered in by the morning light, he stumbled and fell straight forward, and at the same time spit out a large amount of blood from his mouth, quickly wetting his clothes.